Simple were the blossoms, the pink-white lotuses, the yellow chrysanthemums, the dark pink apricots, and of course, the pink sakura blossoms. They were so simple, so… fragile. They remind him of a girl, a beautiful girl that even in death he could not have.
His hime, his Izayoi.
He's loved her with all his heart, and undeniably he was blindsided by her. She was the love his life, the woman he would kill for, killed for, the woman he would bleed for, bled for, and the woman he would die for, died for. She was his queen, he master, or should he say mistress, his controller. He fell for her, hard, and he abandoned everything for. He became the weakest daiyōkai in existence, he severed ties to his first son (not that they had been great beforehand), and he had given up his dream of uniting the world in peace.
And he did it all for a woman who had deceived him, led him onto believe that she loved him, that his feelings were returned.
Instead, her feelings, "their" son, all of it, belonged to his son who didn't care one ounce about it.
Clenching his fist, the nameless Inu no Taisho looked down to the physical world and saw his son once again turn his back to those in need. The Inu no Taisho could smell the blood from the afterlife, certainly it was overpowering his son's nose.
Yes, his son was a fool for being so cold but his father was equally the fool, too trusting for anyone's good.
AN: A follow up to another drabble titled Izayoi. A small reference to the scene where Sesshomaru is about to leave but smells the blood of the mute orphan Rin.