Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha but it would have been awesome if I ever did.
This is my first Kagome and Sesshoumaru fiction so sorry if it is not perfect but all reviews and opinions are welcome. Be gentle with me, please.
Review would be nice since it will determine if I will continue this or not. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: I should really have
I should have killed her long ago during all those years. No, I should have killed her when my gaze first descended upon her as she pulled the damn fang of our father just to give it to my idiotic and callow half-brother.
Yes, I should have killed her during those times before our eyes even became acquainted with each other.
Those blue cerulean azure eyes that I had no idea how a mere human, a miko in this matter, had been able to possessed.
I should not had been surprised, I presume, because as days passed, I realized that the mystery about her sky azure eyes that continued to haunt my dreams were the least of all the puzzles surrounding her.
I would have killed her swift and fast if I ever had decided to kill her before. I would have killed her before she even knew my sword had impaled her.
I would have took pleasure in hearing her surprised gasp and her eyes changing from surprise, fear, betrayal and lastly to dullness. I would have enjoyed the very seconds as I watch those damn blue eyes continue to pale into nothingness as though those eyes belonged to a mere doll. After all, she had the most expressive and exquisite eyes as far as I was concerned.
I would have continued to watch as she drew her last breath while still looking at me, her ruthless and cold-hearted murderer.
I should have because right now, after deciding to spare her life during all those years of insolence from her, she continued to prove herself as a pest and great nuisance in my own private life.
Not only that, she continued to question my morals, beliefs and philosophies that I abide myself in my centuries of living. She, who only lived seventeen summers, continued to make myself doubt if I ever was wrong all those years.
She believed in sparing a life of a traitor, healing an enemy and even giving her own life in exchange for a life of a miserable living creature.
How ridiculous and pathetic.
But I continued to watch her. I would admit that her ways and mannerisms were all intriguing and somehow refreshing. She was so caring, loyal and soft yet she can be hard, fierce and sharp-tongued if needed especially if a person who she cared about was being threatened.
She continued to place her life in line just to save another one or two stranger's life like her life does not even matter. On the contrary, everyone even the bastard and half-breed Naraku knew that her life was very essential. She was the bearer and true guardian of the Shikon No Tama, the sacred jewel that caused more hatred and death than it was worth. She was the only one who can purify the jewel and vanish it eternally.
The dead miko that my half-brother continued to chase can still purify and use her reiki, yes. But as far as this Sesshoumaru was concern, the dead clay was not as pure as the little miko. Her stench and weakening body were a dead giveaway. How she continued to fool my half-brother was beyond me. How foolish, as usual.
Although she continued to be a thorn in my life and as I continued to try to kill her with my own hands, she also proved to be a source of my fascination.
I was merely intrigued in the beginning and amused in her antics. Who could not be?
As I watched her grow all those years during our unexpected encounters and fights, I noticed that the little miko was not ageing as fast as the other humans in their group. She was maturing and growing, yes, but there was no sign of serious ageing or oldness unlike the other monk and tajiya who looked more weary and older as years passed. Even my ward Rin was growing so fast but not her. If ever, she continued to blossom like a flower and flourish her beauty as she gets older.
Was she that powerful not only to escape death by my cold hands but also the long lasting and miserable effect of time itself?
Surely, there was sorcery and witchcraft involved? Humans were after all selfish and would do anything to keep their youth.
But I was mistaken, I learned after pinning the now fully grown woman and threatening her that even she did not know why she did not show any signs of oldness.
Yes, she was a fully grown woman now. She changed her silly green outfit into a blue and white kimono that should resemble a miko uniform. At least, that was what she told me but as far as I am concerned, the fabrics were more revealing and seducing than the dull and plain miko uniform that should be in the colors of white and red instead.
She had the same pants that looked like a long skirt as the traditional miko attire but her's was blue just like her eyes. On the other hand, her top was nothing but revealing in my eyes. Her white top was crossed in front of her that showed the both side of her petite waist. There were also a gaps between her lower and upper forearm.
Overall, the miko sticked like a sore thumb in the society. That was why it was always easy for me to track her down whenever I wished to.
As years passed, intrigue and amusement turned into obsession and fascination.
I would always be amused whenever she would cause my idiot half-brother to fall just by saying a single word.
It was pathetic, really.
In the beginning, I thought the fascination was just a simple thing that I can get rid of whenever I pleased to. I was so wrong, if ever, as I tried to get rid of her antics in my head, the more the thirst of figuring her out clung.
It was infuriating. How dare she gets in my head without my permission and against my own will?
And so I started following her. The main purpose was always to kill her as fast as I can but as I see her immediately, it changes from killing to figuring her out.
And as a taiyoukai of curiosity and full logic, I decided to unravel all her secrets and expose her dirty mysteries before giving her a long unbearable death that I would take pleasure on. After all, familiarity is always an unpleasant thing.
I concluded this with logic and patient debated in my head. I was so full of myself until my plan backfired. The more I figured her out. The more I wanted her.
I tracked her scent. The scent that separated her in the entire mankind. She smells clean even appealing where the mankind smells dirt and filthiness.
It was already night and the moon was already on its peak. It was large and illuminating. I wondered what the little miko was doing out of her strange sleeping furniture. I crept and mask my scent and power as I stand near the bushes of the forest that camouflage my glorious self.
She was standing there, in the middle of the night. In the middle of the meadows filled with swaying varieties of flowers, she wears her usual peculiar miko attire and as she gazed up to whatever it was that deemed her attention my breath hitched as my eyes lay upon her.
She looked so ethereal standing there but I would not admit it, not even to her for maybe a century or so even if my life depended on it.
She did not show any oldness but she matured. She lost her silly and childish aura that were replaced by her burning spiritual power that can be felt from miles but the air of innocent and caring remained. Her face became more refined and exquisite that fully showed her glowing but alluring azure eyes.
Her long tresses contrasted her pale features but it never hindered her fighting. She was a beauty and she was just standing there. As I looked up to where she was looking, I noticed the floating spirits of the dead miko.
Ah, so my dear half-breed of a brother ran towards the dead miko's calling again.
Imbecile.
I continued to stand there and wonder why the little miko was doing something so foolish. It seemed like watching my half-breed brother ran to her dead lover became the nightly past time of this foolish little miko.
Did she still care for the half-breed who continued to break her heart into million pieces?
It was my half-brother who continued to hurt this powerful little miko in front of me without even raising his claws. It was a wonder, really, how my unfortunate half brother could be so powerful over the Shikon Miko just by playing with her emotions.
Ah, emotions. The root of all mortal aches. How even the mightiest fell because of it. How even my great general Alpha father fell because of it. Now, I realized, as I continued to stand here, I was also watching how the mighty Shikon Miko was also falling because of it.
My golden eyes harden.
I could not understand even from the beginning how creatures especially humans view it as a good thing when it continued to crush them as years passed and even make them more miserable. I could not comprehend why humans especially this miko in front of me continued to endure it even if it was clearly enough that she had suffered sufficiently because of a trivial thing such as affections.
As I continued to watch her unmoving figure and as I started tasting salt coming from her directions, I should have been proud of my half-brother for hurting someone so powerful without even sweating.
And they called me the aristocratic assassin?
She suffered beautifully with her open expression that clearly show all the hurt inside of her little vessel. It was fascinating. Superb.
But instead, I felt hatred and disgust, not pride. I felt it not towards the miko but towards my half-brother.
Why?
I know not.
It was infuriating how she continued to watch the half-breed betray her all over again like a past lover or mistress who was just waiting to be seen.
But I was surprised that the broken promises and honors were not the sole reasons why I was furious.
No, they were only partial reasons. The tears and hurt the miko were feeling were the most vital thing why my blood was boiling.
What did the half breed ever do to deserve her tears when in my presence, she won't even shed even just a single one even when I demanded her to?
Her tears should have only belonged to me. They were hard earned so they should not be given lightly.
I wished the miko would cease her foolish night past time where she would only end up as always in tears and where no one else would see it, except me.
And as I continued to watch her, I was even more surprised when I realized that I was also doing the same thing she was doing for the half-breed.
I could not even remember when I started looking for her at night when all the stars go to sleep and watch her as she longs for someone else.
I could not even remember when I started feeling this pounding in my chest whenever I would taste the saltiness in the air combined with her scent.
Have I been bewitched by her sorcery?
I looked up at the endless sky and I knew my great general father was also watching me, watching her, watching him and watching the scenes unfold before us.
The bastard of my father was probably amused to death.
With all these peculiar events happening, did these also made me… foolish?
I should have really killed her long ago, because as I beholden the sequence of occurrence unravel itself before my own eyes, I started to realize how even the mighty have fallen.
Review please! Should I continue it or not? If I ever continued this, beware that the point of view will be alternating between Sesshoumaru and Kagome.
AU: I know there are probably some grammatical and spelling error in there but I am so sleepy to fix it. Sorry! Goodnight! I'm so sleepy!