Title: Torn wings
Rating: T (will go up in later chapters)
Paring: SessKag
Warning: Language, violence, character death, and perhaps sexual reference in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters nor the story plot line I will be using. All credit goes to it's respectful owners.
Summary: "…Do you understand the consequences of your actions, Sesshoumaru-sama?" The small room hushed down to a quiet murmur. His teeth clenched, almost painfully, though his face expressed nothing. He had long ago stopped struggling against the bindings that prevented him from moving, deeming it useless. His fate was sealed. "…I do."
A/N:: The prologue, although short as it may, is about a long as the following chapters will be. Some may extend a bit more, but they won't go further than about drabble length. I apologize for the inconvinence, but this detail will not change. The reasons are my own, however, I will be posting frequently to make up for it. Please enjoy it nonetheless.
Prologue
Moonlight splashed in through slit windows, streaming down into the dark room and setting a being just inside, a glow. His silver tresses cascaded down his back and over his shoulders, forming a curtain that hid his face from the world. His pale hands rested upon his knees, which were raised slightly with his legs extended out in front of him. Slouching against the wall behind him, he seemed not to matter that his silk clothing were tarnished by the grime that rested just underneath him. With his head bent, he seemed not care at all.
His once clean, pale face was now smudged with dark crimson, though even this didn't spark life into the being's amber orbs. He merely settled with sitting there, staring out at nothingness. The only indication he still held life within his porcelain like body, was the way his chest rose and fell softly. A cruel smirk crossed his mind's vision, causing his arm to twitch the slightest.
The soft scamper of feet against the cold concrete floors echoed in his ears, though he didn't care enough to look up at the rodent that was surely making its way across the cell. His breathing stilled when the loud groan of iron doors opening echoed throughout the cells around him. Letting his head raise, and eyes flicker toward the bars of his imprisonment, Amber clashed. There stood the last person he had expected to see.
Looking him over like he was some experiment stood none other than his foolish younger brother. Inuyasha. The young boy's intentions were as clear as daylight to the older male, causing him to scoff. Why bother rescuing someone like himself? It served no purpose. Of course he didn't want to live here the rest of his years, but fate seemed to have thrust this upon him. His gaze wavered. Not only fate, but his father as well.
"Sesshoumaru…"
"Leave me be, Inuyasha."
The younger boy, named Inuyasha, couldn't believe his ears. Gripping the iron bars that separated himself and the emotionless male, he glared. "You don't deserve to be here. You know just as well as I do, that you didn't-"
Focusing his piercing amber eyes on the frustrated boy in front of him, he sent him a glare that cut him off. "What exactly do expect to do about this?" Receiving no answer he continued with a scoff. "Don't be a fool, Inuyasha." Removing his gaze, he shifted in his seat into a more comfortable position the cell would allow. "Releasing me from this imprisonment would do nothing. The child is dead."
Inuyasha clenched his jaw and his grip tightened on the bars. He shook slightly as he watched the older male, glaring at the male's head before suddenly jerking his head away and stepping back. Sesshoumaru was right. He couldn't do anything. Nothing at all. He turned on his heel, his back facing the silent other, but he hesitated before taking a step forward and away. He huffed, an act to mask the way he was feeling. "Stay here then. See what I care."
Inuyasha's fading steps as he walked down the dark hallway and out of the dungeon Sesshoumaru was placed in, echoed in his ears clearly. He silently stared at the spot the younger boy had once stood. His expression was unreadable as he slowly turned his gaze away and turned to look up at the slit windows, which were just open enough for moonlight to pour inside. His eyes closed, and his head lowered.
'Rin…'
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