A.N.: This is not a crossover. This is also nothing particularly groundbreaking. It's meant only to be a sweet, easy palate cleanser until I jump into my newest crossover story. Those can be quite finicky! Also, I am total and complete SessKag TRASH. This is my ultimate OTP. I have this whole thing written and am breaking it up into drabbles. I'll have a new one every day, so be on the look out!
Sesshoumaru straightened the folds of his clothing and removed Baksaiga from its place at his side, leaving only the comforting weight of tenseiga laying against his thigh.
He looked over himself in the reflecting glass, face stoic as ever and aura repressed. He would give away none of his roiling emotions, as that would he below his station.
He had a duty, and he would fulfill it.
He didn't have to like it.
He didn't have to like her.
He exited his chambers and went to meet his bride.
She was a demoness of immaculate breeding, and possessed a manner that was largely inoffensive. With gleaming cerulean hair and sparkling green eyes, she was certainly strikingly beautiful. But she held no interest to him. She was a political arrangement for an heir and an alliance with the East.
He felt trapped and cornered and ready to lash out, but he was honor bound, and would walk into this duty much as all the others. He would be in control. He would be serene. He would be every inch the terrible, powerful lord he'd been raised to be.
Never before had that mantle weighed so much.
He stared blankly into the viridian eyes of his new bride as he was joined with her till death and finally realized just how far out his release from life would be.
