Blood And Snow

Sesshomaru has always known his place – he will be the one that comes after his father, the one who rules once his father dies.

He no longer holds to the ideals that he had as a very young child – that his father was invincible, that, as his father's son, nothing could do him harm, because his father would always be there.

No, those illusions are long shattered, left in fragments by screams and rough human laughter and the smell of blood on snow.

When his father takes the human woman, Izayoi, he is enraged, the first real show of emotion he has had in a great many years. When his father responds, very simply, to his son's demands – Why, Father? Why take in this human wench? – Sesshomaru is shocked, then resigned.

I love her, Sesshomaru.

In his mind, Sesshomaru sees his mother die, smells fresh blood on snow.

He turns away from his father. She will be your downfall. That woman and the mongrel she carries will take you to your grave. You will die because of them.

His father's words follow him as he walks away.

Then I will die.

End

My first attempt at Inuyasha fanfiction. There might be more drabbles in the future, I'm not sure. If so, this is where they'll go.