Demon's Kiss
Chapter 1: Sesshomaru's
Sesshomaru looked out from his balcony with a fierce passion. His long silver hair fluttered in the light breeze. He stared out and thought to himself 'This is really my kingdom'. He looked down at the woman-child that was tending to his sakura trees. Her black-blue hair spilled down her back as she sang sweetly while she worked. Her eyes were a luscious and enchanting brown. Her kimono was light pink with a purple rose pattern. He half-smiled bitterly remembering that it was he who had killed a lord's wife to get that kimono.
The demon lord slowly reviewed in his mind what had happened over the past twenty years:
Rin had grown up to be quite a stunning woman, though none of her suitors made it out of his lands alive. Jaken was still a green, icky, bumpy thingy and occasionally was killed during someone's training but brought back to life with Tenseiga. InuYasha and Kagome had purified the Shikon no Tama and sent Naraku six feet under. InuYasha used it to turn full youkai although he still looked the same as he did when he was a hanyou (minus the markings on his face). The (previously) hanyou married Kagome and the lived in the lands exactly across his; although, nobody saw Kikyo during that last battle...
Sango and Miroku had gotten married as well and had two or three kids (he didn't know because he had never seen them). Kirara and Myoga were getting along fine though both were as large as Jaken now (not counting Kirara's battle form). Shippo had grown up to be a handsome kitsune and usually visited Rin every week or so, much to the annoyance of Sesshomaru.
At the very thought of the couples and Rin, something stabbed at his...heart?! A feeling that he hadn't felt in ages came to him...was it jealousy?! Was he really jealous of InuYasha and his miko's happy marriage?! Jealous of the heir's that Sango and Miroku had; was he wishing that he had heir's as well?! But he couldn't believe that he was jealous of...Shippo and Rin. The demon lord shook his head is doubt and told himself that he was not.
Chapter 1: Sesshomaru's
Sesshomaru looked out from his balcony with a fierce passion. His long silver hair fluttered in the light breeze. He stared out and thought to himself 'This is really my kingdom'. He looked down at the woman-child that was tending to his sakura trees. Her black-blue hair spilled down her back as she sang sweetly while she worked. Her eyes were a luscious and enchanting brown. Her kimono was light pink with a purple rose pattern. He half-smiled bitterly remembering that it was he who had killed a lord's wife to get that kimono.
The demon lord slowly reviewed in his mind what had happened over the past twenty years:
Rin had grown up to be quite a stunning woman, though none of her suitors made it out of his lands alive. Jaken was still a green, icky, bumpy thingy and occasionally was killed during someone's training but brought back to life with Tenseiga. InuYasha and Kagome had purified the Shikon no Tama and sent Naraku six feet under. InuYasha used it to turn full youkai although he still looked the same as he did when he was a hanyou (minus the markings on his face). The (previously) hanyou married Kagome and the lived in the lands exactly across his; although, nobody saw Kikyo during that last battle...
Sango and Miroku had gotten married as well and had two or three kids (he didn't know because he had never seen them). Kirara and Myoga were getting along fine though both were as large as Jaken now (not counting Kirara's battle form). Shippo had grown up to be a handsome kitsune and usually visited Rin every week or so, much to the annoyance of Sesshomaru.
At the very thought of the couples and Rin, something stabbed at his...heart?! A feeling that he hadn't felt in ages came to him...was it jealousy?! Was he really jealous of InuYasha and his miko's happy marriage?! Jealous of the heir's that Sango and Miroku had; was he wishing that he had heir's as well?! But he couldn't believe that he was jealous of...Shippo and Rin. The demon lord shook his head is doubt and told himself that he was not.