This is my first attempt at a Sesshomaru fanfic so don't be to hard on me(technically my second but what ever)
This is kinda a prologue to "Sesshomaru's love" meaning this is the time in Sesshy's life where he experiences love for the first time. So if he seems a little out of character I'm sorry.
We also get a look into Amaya's mind and life. I changed her a bit...well mostly just her eyes.
Amaya: Goody! I've been waiting for this for ever.
Me: You and me both. But someone has to have such complicated personality for me to write about...-glares at Sesshomaru-
Sesshomaru:-says nothing-
Me: So...read on and enjoy.
She was by far the loveliest creature he had ever seen. Her skin was a soft creamy color, her hair was long and the color of a ravens wing, black that shone blue in the sunlight. Her silver green eyes reflected back the light of the moon under thick, dark lashes, and they looked more silver than green. She wore a soft baby blue kimono that was decorated with darker blue lining that matched the tear drop shaped jewel that hung at her throat. A sheath was attached to her hip, the golden bird that decorated the wood shimmered in the soft white light of the moon. The sword that she held in her hand was pure black, made from a rare black stone that was worth more to the common demon than almost anything, the blade gave off a dark red glow as the blood of the wilder coursed through the sword. It was blades like that that craved the blood of other demons, loved the fight, had a life of it's own. But she seemed to have it completely under control as she stepped over the mangled body of the demon who had the audacity to attack her. He had to admit that she was strong, stronger than he thought.
It was the seventh time in the past month that the two had crossed paths. Weather he was looking to find her, or she him, they always succeeded. Her eyes looked up from her defeated opponent to meet his, a look of self satisfaction was plane on her face.
"You've been following me," She said, speaking for the first time since the two had first encountered. "Lord Sesshomaru." He looked at her, surprised by the fact that she would accuse him of following her when it she was following him. She laughed then and he felt his cold heart get just a little warmer. She sighed and looked him in the eye as she stepped around him. He looked over his shoulder to watch her walk away.
"You accuse me of following you, but then you leave with out another word." He said, turning in her direction. "And you know my name, but I have yet to learn yours." She turned and smiled at him, her amber eyes flashing mischievously.
"My name can be found when the moon is blotted out by the clouds. When the stars cease to glimmer and when the air has chilled. When the thunder crashes over head, and the lightning streaks across the sky. And when the rain falls to wash away the remnants of a bloody battle lost or won. That is when you will learn my name." And then she was gone, like a breath of wind vanishing through the trees with out a trace, leaving Sesshomaru bewildered and intrigued in her wake.
"What a curious woman…" he mumbled quietly to himself, and continued his journey.
The days passed uneventfully and the thoughts of the mysterious demoness had drifted to the back of his mind, where they stayed. She was no concern of his, nothing but a mere distraction. And yet, somewhere in the deepest part of his mind he wondered just who she was exactly. When the thought made itself to the forefront of his mind he mentally scolded himself, and pushed it away. To keep himself-more his mind-preoccupied, he drowned his thoughts in observations of his surroundings.
The sky was gray with thick storm clouds, and growing darker as night approached. The trees that loomed around him created a shield from the sky, but not a very sufficient one and the chilled air smelled of approaching rain. He stopped and glanced around with bored eyes, readying himself for the battle he knew was coming. A low chuckle came from behind him and he turned slowly to face his enemy. It was a grotesque demon. It's upper body was thick with muscle, and it took on the tint of old blood. It's legs were thinner however, and Sesshomaru pondered how it stood when it was obviously top heavy. From it's thick shoulders sprouted three heads, each with one eye and ugly mouths twisting in anger, showing sharp jagged rows of teeth.
"You have come unto the land of Kimyajyuu without Kimyajuyy's permission. For this you will perish." In the split second before the demon lunged, Sesshomaru found that the demons-meaning Ugly beast- fit him perfectly. Sesshomaru easily dodged the lunge, which was really nothing more than the demon just throwing his body weight around. Every time the demon lunged, Sesshomaru just stepped out of the way, enjoying the game of teasing the desperate beast, and only making it angrier. But after a while he tired of the game of cat and mouse and-with very little effort- he tore through the demons body with his poisonous claws. Kimyajyuu let out one shriek before dissolving into black sludge.
Sesshomaru wrinkled his nose in slight disgust at the stench of the now dead demon. He stepped over the puddle and the sky cracked with thunder. The first drop of rain landed in the blacked puddle, and then the rain came down in a sheet of cold. It didn't bother him however as he made his way through the forest, seeking temporary shelter. Half a mile away there was a cave, hidden below the fallen branches of trees and leaves, camouflaged so well that even he almost missed it. He made his way inside and shook his head, sending water droplets soaring through the air.
The air inside the cave was damp and it smelled strongly of dirt and moss. The wall was jagged in spots, and smooth in others. He stood at the mouth of the cave and just watched the rain as it fell, soaking into the ground and washing away the scents that had once lingered there. Only after a puddle began to form at his feet did he move backwards a step. Thunder crashed and not to long after, bright lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the forest for a split second before vanishing. It was in that moment that the demoness' words played in his mind.
"My name can be found when the moon is blotted out by the clouds. When the stars cease to glimmer and when the air has chilled. When the thunder crashes over head, and the lightning streaks across the sky. And when the rain falls to wash away the remnants of a bloody battle lost or won. That is when you will learn my name."
He stared up at the sky, a shadow of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was a cleaver riddle but he had figured it out. With a final glance upward, he made his way to the back of the cave where he sat down and closed his eyes, drifting slowly into unconsciousness. Before he lost his grip on the waking world, his mind whispered one word.
Amaya.
Amaya walked quietly in the rain, her black hair sticking to her face and neck as the water soaked through. The fabric of her kimono clung to her porcelain skin , and where it would have bothered most other woman, she was unaffected by it. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and raised her face to the sky, the rain falling softly on her face, tickling her eyes and lips as it trailed downward. She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, moving her bangs. She lowered her face and continued walking, staring intently at the ground.
Her thoughts were clouded with exhaustion and her body ached from her most recent battle with a demon that was by far stronger than she. But someone she managed to defeat it and get away with her life still intact. She touched her shoulder tenderly, feeling the swollen muscle, her fingers came back crimson.
"Damn…" she mumbled. "That hurts."
The rain let up a bit, but the air was still cold which made her muscles ached even more and goose bumps rose on her skin due to her wet clothes. An involuntary shiver rocked her body and she cursed herself for being so weak. She was a rather powerful demon after all and all she could think about was how cold she was and how her muscles ached. She could practically hear her fathers voice, scolding her for worrying about such petty things. She frowned and stepped under a tree to escape from the rain if but for a moment. She touched her cheek, as if the memory of her father brought back the sting of his hand. She stared down at her hands as her mind wandered back to the time of her father.
The sound of metal on metal was a familiar sound as Amaya trained in the ways of the sword with her brother Fudo. Sadly he was far more superior than she and she often got struck down, first by the sword and then by her father who would hit her if she failed during any of her training. Never had he struck her brother and Amaya wondered if it was because he was a skilled melee fighter, or if it was because he was a boy. She remembered how her father would wake her in the middle of the night to fight against her, only to strike her down most of the time. When this happened he would curse her and tell her she was nothing but a disgrace to him, how he wished her mother had given birth to a boy he could be proud of, instead of a pitiful little girl.
She smiled bitterly and looked around.
"Who was the one who survived father?" She asked, looking at the clouded sky. "It was I…and not your precious Fudo who survived. I have grown powerful, more powerful than you even and if I had the chance to strike you down myself for everything you put me through. I would." She drew her sword to admire the black blade. She could feel her blood pulsing through the blade, she could feel that it craved the destruction of demons. But she did not give into it's hunger. Instead she just sheathed it and stepped back out into the rain.
As she traveled upward the air got colder, which it tended to do when she climbed mountains. The rain finally let up but Amaya was still chilled to the bone. She lowered her head against the misty rain and sighed. But then her head snapped up and she grinned. There was a hot spring not to far away and it was sheltered by the cliffs above it.
"Warmth. Wonderful warmth. And the hot rocks will dry my clothing for sure." She shivered with a smile. Sighing softly, she ran her fingers through her thick we hair and turned off the path and into the thick underbrush on the forest floor. As she walked she felt the air temperature change slightly and she could see the steamy hot springs. "Finally." She sighed, peeling away her soaked clothing, laying them out on the warm rocks that surrounded the pool of hot water. She slid in, hissing in pain as the water burned her icy skin. But soon her body warmed and she was able to relax.
Amaya closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of pine and wet ear, the air still smelled of rain even as the storm moved on eastward. The sky began to clear and the moon peaked through the clouds to reflect off the rippling pool. Behind her closed lids, Amaya could picture her mother.
Tall and elegant, draped in expensive and extravagant clothing, her sliver green eyes so kind and loving and trusting. Her hair, pin straight and such a dark shade of black it shone blue, like Amaya's. And then there was the woman that she had only heard of. A warrior in skin tight fabric with blood red armor protecting her. Her black hair pulled back from her face in a twisting tail behind her head. Her eyes were wild and dark with blood lust. That was the powerful demoness that her father mated, only to produce both Amaya and her brother.
A hot tear trickled down Amaya's cheek.
/Flash back\
"Momma!" Amaya wailed as she ran into the garden. Tears streamed down her pale and dusty cheeks, spilling from her silver-green orbs inherited from her mother. A dark purple bruise was forming on her jaw.
"Amaya, what happened?" Her mother gasped, her silvery eyes widening in horror.
"Papa…he hit me." She sobbed. Her mother pressed a cool hand against Amaya's swelling jaw. "He was teaching Fudo nii-san and me how to hold a sword right and I didn't do it right so he hit me." She sniffled. Her mother's eyes darkened ever so slightly.
"Stay here, Love. I'm going to have a talk with your father." Amaya nodded. Her mother stood and vanished. Amaya could hear her growling curses as she went in search of her mate. As the yelling began Amaya crawled into a small hole at the base of a tall tree at the edge of the garden. She curled into a tight ball and tried to block out the growling and snarling and most of all the yelling.\\
When Amaya opened her eyes the sky was clear of all storm clouds and the moon was shining brightly down. The air had warmed and she could hear the nocturnal creatures stirring. Even the demons were venturing out of their shelter and Amaya took that as a sign to be on her way. She scrubbed away the dir t and grime from her days travels and quickly stepped out of the hot water. Her cloths were still damp but the cool cloth felt like heaven against her now to hot skin.
The air stilled and the hairs on the back of her next stood as if the air was laced with electricity. Slowly she reached for her sword, listening carefully to her surroundings. The demonic aura was overpowering hers, and she knew if she got into a fight with what ever demon was lurking in the shadows she would either die, or get a way with her live in tatters. She let out her breath and as she did, she heard her visitor do the same. In a flash she had her sword out of her sheath and the blade was pointing in the direction she heard the demon. The blood caused the sword to give off and eerie red glow as it pulsated through the blade. She stood and she waited.