Disclaimer: This piece is based on 'Inuyasha', owned by Rumiko Takahashi. No copyright infringement intended or implied.
Legacy Unwanted
The wild wind whipped his hair, as the moon played hide and seek with the clouds. His feet set firmly against the ground, glaring at nothing, Sesshomaru did his icy best to ignore the wild wind without and the wild emotions within.
Father was dead--the taiyoukai he had yearned to admire and to measure himself against, and to one day surpass. But, the wail of pain within that desperately sought to unleash his true form, so it could howl its sorrow to the moon, was almost subsumed in the bitter knowledge that his father had thrown his life away.
For a mere ningen and her half-breed son.
"Chichi-ue."
He didn't realize the word had escaped until the whisper of pain touched his ears. Muscles ridged briefly as he clamped his jaws shut. He was neither child nor lesser youkai nor inferior human. The Sesshomaru would not acknowledge weak emotions--
Something flashed, and Sesshomaru found himself snapping his hand out to catch the sword before it fell to the ground. The first flicker of hope drowned as he recognized the hilt and realized what it meant.
Not Tessaiga. Tensaiga.
The sword that could not cut. The sword that could not kill.
Weak.
Useless.
Bitterness deepened. He would never understand his father.
But, after some interminable time, he set the sword through his sash, suppressing the wild urge to throw the sword away.
He would never, after all, show disrespect to his father's memory.
That was beneath the Sesshomaru.
Author's Note: This was originally written for the Inuyasha Themes community on LiveJournal, for the prompt "Wild." It was originally published on February 23, 2010. It took third place.