Last Fight ch 1
"Curse It, Father! Why are you being so stubborn?!" Sesshomaru yelled. At nearly 300 years old he knew better than to yell at his father, the lord of the Western Lands, but he didn't care. His father was staring out over his lands, with his back to his only son. Sesshomaru was prepared for a fight, though he really thought he could make his father see reason without resorting to fighting.
Inutaisho turned slowly and looked at his son. Sesshomaru flinched.
'I've gone too far…' he thought. He didn't even see his father move, suddenly Sesshomaru felt the breath blasted from his lungs, his face hit the floor, and his arms were twisted painfully behind his back. His father was sitting on his back holding his wrists.
"Since when were you so vocal?" Inutaisho asked, "Listen to me before you start to argue Sesshomaru." Sesshomaru bit back the retort he'd planned, "I'm being stubborn because it's for your own good and because I can. Remember that. I am Lord here, not you. You will be ruler AFTER I'm gone, not before."
Sesshomaru was struggling to breathe, "That's not what we were talking about and you know it." He managed to say between clenched teeth, "I was talking about the swords and that woman."
"Were you now?" a ghost of a smile flitted across Inutaisho's face, "Oh, well that changes things. What was it you were trying to say?"
Sesshomaru's lip curled in derision, his father was playing dumb on purpose. He tried to take a deep breath, "I was saying that you should give me Sou'unga. You're dead set on making that human woman your wife aren't you? Well, Tetsaiga should be more than enough to defend her. So give me Sou'unga."
Inutaisho nodded his head, "I see your point." He shifted a little and Sesshomaru felt his father's knees press against his ribs. It was getting harder to draw breath.
"Now let me tell you what I think. Sou'unga is too strong for you. If you can't even block one of my punches then you certainly don't have the strength to control that ornery sword." He explained calmly, "As for Tetsaiga…yes, that sword should be enough. But I'm not taking any risks."
Inutaisho moved off his son's back to sit on the floor next to him; he also released the boy's wrists, but kept one hand on Sesshomaru's back, between his shoulder blades.
"She's much more fragile than Liara was." He felt his son flinch at his mother's name, "I need all the strength I can possibly get to protect her. If I had done the same with Liara… perhaps…?"
Sesshomaru didn't give his father the chance to finish. He brought a leg up fast, kicking his father across the face, and springing to the other side of the room in one action.
"Don't. Don't." Sesshomaru was breathing hard, his fists shaking, "Don't you dare compare that human to Mother. Don't you dare!"
Inutaisho got up from where he had landed. Facing his son he glared at the defiant pup, "I've taught you better than this Sesshomaru. You have no armor and no weapon. You know better than to challenge a stronger opponent." The great demon drew Sou'unga from its sheath.
Sesshomaru merely growled, "You did teach me that. You also taught me another trick." His body began to glow with a white light.
"Sesshomau!" Inutaisho ran forward, but even his speed couldn't match the speed with which Sesshomaru transformed. A white ball of light flew out the open balcony door and disappeared over the mountains.
Inutaisho through Sou'unga down, the deadly blade penetrating the wood floor to its hilt.
"Sessho," the great demon sighed, "I wonder if he'll ever forgive me for falling in love again?"