So I thought I'd clarify a bit, this is a oneshot with Sesshomaru and an OC. I may expand this into a full story if enough people like it. Do I have her character figured out? Yes. But at this moment I have no plans on sharing, I'd love to see what you guys believe her to be like, what the situation is like. Let me just say this much, their relationship isn't very close, hopefully that is made very clear. Please let me know what you think, I just wrote this during one of the lectures I was attending and had a desire to post it, to increase my activity again on this site.
I hope you enjoy, despite the shortness, and do please review.
~Sinedra
(Of course everything belongs to their prospective owners.)
This was an opportune moment to leave.
Armor finally replaced, he languidly stood, golden gaze leering at the woman laying at his feet. Tousled black hair crowned her head, bare skin covered by the furs she was cradled between. Her darker complexion no longer red flushed and the scarred, calloused skin no longer dripped sweat.
The only obvious change was her scent. Her earthen and obviously human smell was currently almost nonexistence, instead the smell of demon permeated the tiny cave. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of inane confusion.
He honestly couldn't understand what had possessed him to do it.
She was human, their very natures juxtaposed. Encounters ended with shed blood, desire to slay the other evident. Only Rin's affection for the assassin had kept him from obliterating her. It was shaky alliance, so thin that anything could have tipped it over the edge. So, when had it leveled out enough for this to happen?
The inscrutability was vexing.
If only this had been an encounter in passing, quickly forgotten. If only he hadn't marked her, hadn't left her with traces of him that would forever cling to her skin. There was evidence enough, in that cave, to prove what had transpired between them... now she would carry the proof with her to her grave. He was beginning to rue her existence.
Emotions rose in him that he didn't care for, had no need for, and he hastily turned from her. In that moment, Sesshomaru decided to leave. He would not see her again; if he was forced to suffer her memory, he only wanted to remember those blue eyes brimming with animosity, her features twisted with seething anger. Loathing was much easier than indifference.
The great demon vehemently opposed his father's life. Humans were not worth dying for, love wasn't worth dying for, it was all beneath him and he would shrug off this moment of weakness and continue on with his life. Hers was so short anyway.
So he left. Never looking back at the forgotten woman who still slept.