Summary: Sesshomaru failed. Failed at being a brother, at being a mate, at being a father. Will he have the chance to do right to his wrongs? Will it work? See him slowly walk forwards onto the right path. Sess/Inu. Mpreg.
Paring: sess/inu
Rating: T... mayby M later on if im feeling comferdent with my writting skills
I don't own Inuyasha and wont make any monney from this.
lots and lots of thanks to my new Beta: Kyuubiluver
"Normal Dialogue"
"Character Thoughts"
"Imagination/Flashback"
Wanting Change
Prologue
...Drip...
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...drip...
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He wondered if the reason why everything is the way it is. Was it completely his fault?
...drip…
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Looking over the motionless body that lay not 3 feet away from where he stood, Sesshomaru could not help, but think that if there was one thing he could do over, on thing he could stop himself from doing again, it would be the last 60 or so years of his life.
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...drip...
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He looked deep into the eyes that stared blankly back at him...eyes so like his own, but without even a drop of emotion, of feeling, of any life. It was disturbing on so many levels.
...drip...
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Sesshomaru wondered when it was that he began to feel this way. Was it before or after he failed in his ways. Before or after he lost himself and the reason why he did the things that he did.
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...drip...
He wanted so much to just go over there and hold the pale body close to him. To say he was sorry. To beg for forgiveness. To swear that he would never make the same mistakes again, anything to get the other to say something back to him.
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...drip...
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But he wouldn't. Because he was Sesshomaru. Because he was a lord, a Daiyokai, who had no emotions.
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...drip...
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Because he couldn't take the risk upon himself... if the other was to flinch upon his touch.
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...drip...
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So, he stared. Stared at his brother, stared at Inuyasha, stared at the bearer of his child. Stared at Inuyasha, wild, free Inuyasha ... strapped to his bed with nothing more than his own lifelessness.
...drip...
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...drip...
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...drip...
And, not for the first time in the last 60 or so years...
...he regretted...
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...drip...
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With nothing, but his own bloody tears as his company.
To Be Continued…
A/N: sorry to my readers for reposting this small piece again, just a few little mistakes that we had to fix.
chapter one will be up soon, so please look forward to that.