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On a dark, stormy evening a young boy ran as fast as he could through a bloody castle. The castle was bloody for this young demon child who had a fair complexion, long sliver hair tied back into a pony tail, amber eyes, and a blue cresent moon on his forehead was oozing crimson red blood from a large gash that ran all the way through the entire left side of his face. He was hopelessly trying to get away from his attacker. Who was this alleged felon you might ask? Was it a burgular? Or was it some sort of vengeful Monoke spirit out for cold blood? No, it was none other then the boy's father. His name was InuTaisho, and he was the Lord of the Western Lands. But just cause all of his subjects respected him, didn't make him a man worthy of respect. He was nothing more than a manipulative, cynical, compulsive liar, cheating, no good man. Underneath his clam exterior beat a black lifeless heart of a killer. He had denied the poor little boy, who's name is Sesshomaru since the day he was born. And now, he spent all of his free time doing whatever it took to make the fearful child's life a living hell, and with his mother being deceased for nearly a year now, noone stood in his path.
A young four year old Sesshomaru, after what seemed like an eternity of fleaing finally reached thae last door on the left of the Southwest cordior, his room. He bolted inside. Once there, he looked hard and fast for a hiding place. With his keen sense of smell and sharp hearing he could tell that InuTaisho was drawing in very close. Sesshomaru considered himself to be a very fourtianite child, for if his father had not been induging himself in his stash of beloved sake he would have caught up to the panicky boy ages ago. Knowing that InuTaisho wouldn't be staggering around out of his reach much longer Sesshomaru finally settled on hiding in his closet. He closed the door and crouched down on the freezing hard surface of the flooring enclosing himself in a fetal position. Just as he was settled he could hear his door being ripped off it's hinges.
"I know you're in here you stupid fuck! I can smell the wretched stench of your blood, hell, in fact I'm standing in a pool of your fucked up tainted ass blood right now you wretched boy. So, just do yourself a favor and come on out"
Sesshomaru was too scared and cold to move his worn out little body. All he could do was silently pray to himself that the man with the icy cool glint shining through his eyes was still far too drunk to do anything more then stream out a few more curses and stagger around until he finally got fed up and left. Of course, that didn't prove to be the case......
Please RR
On a dark, stormy evening a young boy ran as fast as he could through a bloody castle. The castle was bloody for this young demon child who had a fair complexion, long sliver hair tied back into a pony tail, amber eyes, and a blue cresent moon on his forehead was oozing crimson red blood from a large gash that ran all the way through the entire left side of his face. He was hopelessly trying to get away from his attacker. Who was this alleged felon you might ask? Was it a burgular? Or was it some sort of vengeful Monoke spirit out for cold blood? No, it was none other then the boy's father. His name was InuTaisho, and he was the Lord of the Western Lands. But just cause all of his subjects respected him, didn't make him a man worthy of respect. He was nothing more than a manipulative, cynical, compulsive liar, cheating, no good man. Underneath his clam exterior beat a black lifeless heart of a killer. He had denied the poor little boy, who's name is Sesshomaru since the day he was born. And now, he spent all of his free time doing whatever it took to make the fearful child's life a living hell, and with his mother being deceased for nearly a year now, noone stood in his path.
A young four year old Sesshomaru, after what seemed like an eternity of fleaing finally reached thae last door on the left of the Southwest cordior, his room. He bolted inside. Once there, he looked hard and fast for a hiding place. With his keen sense of smell and sharp hearing he could tell that InuTaisho was drawing in very close. Sesshomaru considered himself to be a very fourtianite child, for if his father had not been induging himself in his stash of beloved sake he would have caught up to the panicky boy ages ago. Knowing that InuTaisho wouldn't be staggering around out of his reach much longer Sesshomaru finally settled on hiding in his closet. He closed the door and crouched down on the freezing hard surface of the flooring enclosing himself in a fetal position. Just as he was settled he could hear his door being ripped off it's hinges.
"I know you're in here you stupid fuck! I can smell the wretched stench of your blood, hell, in fact I'm standing in a pool of your fucked up tainted ass blood right now you wretched boy. So, just do yourself a favor and come on out"
Sesshomaru was too scared and cold to move his worn out little body. All he could do was silently pray to himself that the man with the icy cool glint shining through his eyes was still far too drunk to do anything more then stream out a few more curses and stagger around until he finally got fed up and left. Of course, that didn't prove to be the case......
Please RR