AN: This is just a short little boredom fic I wrote in history class. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: You know I don't own InuYasha and neither do you.
I knew he had always blamed me for her death, but yet he always found a way to work around it.
He taught he well, raised me right, and promised me his kingdom once he died. But there was never love, nor compassion. He had always been more a sensei than a father. What did I knew of family?
I was young back then, when it happened. So young, yet too old to accept with childish delight, like the oldest normally do.
I came home, he was gone. In his study was a letter addressed to me.
Sesshomaru
What I did to you was not fair. I understand now that I have done you a great wrong, and sadly, I must now do you one even greater.
I have fallen in love with a ningen, and she now carried my child.
Forgive me, my son. I never taught you love. I wish now, more than ever, that you still had your mother. She would know, better than I, what to do.
You are almost of age. I leave the lands to you as steward, until I return.
The sword, Tenseiga, I leave to you, in hope that with it you will find love. The Tetsusaiga, I leave to the new child, for protection.
Surely you must understand why I do this.
InuTaisho
I dropped the letter, sat back and sighed. This, my father's final betrayal would be his last.
At first I did not comprehend the meaning of his words, but then I began to understand. The lands were mine as steward, not as lord. The sword if the West was left to the hanyou, not to me, and my father would not return.
He had broken his promise and now I was nothing.
Finally, eternally, nothing…