CHAPTER 1:
Our conflicts were timeless, our hatred ran deep. There was nothing more powerful than the loathing we held for one another. He was my brother, well, half-brother, but I wouldn't even go so far as to say we share blood. We share nothing but our namesake, and even that is enough to rattle my thoughts. Our father had hoped for nothing but the greatest for us both, but we were too different. He is a bitter half demon, and I, I am a callous demon, full blooded and knowledgeable in the ways of my father. His dirty blood was an inconvenient stain on the tapestry of our royal lineage. Of my lineage. It is a bother knowing he lives, and in possession of our fathers sword Tetsuiga no doubt, while I command the famous, though useless Tensuiga. My half-brother will die. I will kill him. And with his own sword, I shall make him regret everything.
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Our battle raged on. He fought without even breaking a sweat while I was dripping in blood and perspiration. He was lethal, deadly with every move while I was clumsy, charging in without a plan. I was sent flying, sprawling out on the ground. My Tetsuiga pulsed, encouraging me to get up as he landed gracefully from where I flew. He still showed no emotion. Only fighting with his irrationally outdated and tedious beliefs. With the belief that I, his father's second born son, was a burden to him, a stain on his kimono.
I stabbed the sword into the ground, leaning onto the demonic blade for support. I smirked, wiping the blood from my mouth as I took a stab at his pride. "Is that all you've got? I've fought much stronger demons than you, and trust me, they weren't anything to write home about."
He made no move, though if he did, I'm sure he would have rolled his eyes. "Your antics are tiresome, and your insults are poor. I will finish this." He spoke quickly, his voice monotone and plain. With a leap, he jumped straight up into the air, brandishing his Tokijin above his head. I wretched the Tetsuiga from the ground, leaping back as he hit the dirt, sending earth spraying 50 feet into the air. I poised my own sword, ready to fight back.
He ran at me with super speed, slashing and stabbing at me from all directions. I was just barely able to stop the blade from reaching my body when it seemed to snake back around and hit at me again. I grunted with the effort and growled with frustration, unable to get a hit in. 'Damn! He's too fast. I can't even swing my sword to attack, only defend.' I growled again, trying to push him back.
We were deadlocked, his Tokijin pressed firmly against my Tetsuiga. I stared defiantly into his cold, malicious eyes. The fire in my gut grew stronger as I threw him back. He landed lightly, formulating a new plan even as he was in the air. I raised my sword, the demonic winds starting to form around the blade. 'I can smell it. The scar of the wind, the place where our demonic energies collide.'
"Wind Scar!"
I slammed my sword onto the ground, cutting through the scar in the wind. Several blasts of energy were send hurdling at Sesshomaru, meant to hit him dead on. He scoffed. "Silly half breed."
He danced to the side, evading the onslaught. I gritted my teeth, staring at the grooves etched into the earth. "Grrr, Sesshomaru." I was truly lost. There was next to nothing I could do to hurt him. He was just too fast, and I hate to admit it, but he was just too strong. He was more powerful than I could ever hope to be.