Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I hope I own this plot.
WARNING: Contains adult content including, but not limited to, future lemons featuring both adults and children. If you don't like these concepts, then please don't read. This fic is rated M for a reason. Thanks! :D
"Father…"
The darkened room flickered with the candlelight, its objects' silhouettes eerily dancing about the walls. Silk tapestries covered the walls and sparsely scattered furniture, polished into reflective surfaces, seemed infinitesimal in the domed room. A boy stared at a lone fish swimming in a clear, thin vase, a wintery mountain landscape lightly painted at its base.
"I'm not sure I understand."
Glazed honey eyes remained half-mast. "You are beautiful, Sesshomaru. You know this." A statement, not a question.
The boy glanced down the nearby vase, past the mountains, and to his image in the end table, hardly visible in the dim light. With lidded eyes, he answered anyway: "Yes."
Honey darkened nearly to brown. "Then there is nothing to question." A large shadow stepped toward the boy, the only visible aspect the glowing eyes trained on his pale form.
Panicked eyes opened to a low-burning fire in the dead of night, the dark sky doing nothing to illuminate the forest below. Sesshomaru lifted his head, skimming the camp and its surrounding area. How could I fall asleep? After a final sniff for danger, he rose with a swish of silk and walked across the camp to Ah-Un. A nudge and a muttered "Keep watch." later, he stood before a chilled brook.
I haven't dreamt of that night in decades. Sesshomaru kneeled down to the water, silver hair spilling over his shoulder, and cupped his hand to the water. Trying to drink, he noticed his hand shaking and heaved a sigh. Closing his eyes, he gave up on the journey to his mouth, instead aiming for his face, where he uncharacteristically splashed the cool water.
To be this shaken is unacceptable, especially over an unimportant occurrence that happened centuries ago. Rather, unimportant occurrences—this Sesshomaru will not lie to himself—but the matter still stands as to why I've dreamt of my past again. He looked accusatorily at his hand and clenched it into a fist, his claws marring the skin. Staring at the red rivulets, he opened his hand once again and dunked it into the brook. Bringing it to his face, it was once again flawless, all evidence of its previous abuse gone. A warrior overcomes and is not meant to be overcome. A true daiyoukai is unscarred and unscathed.
Sesshomaru looked to the sky, studying the stars. The new moon…I wonder what the half-breed is doing tonight. Perhaps I should journey to his camp to test his skills as a human, but where to begin? The smell of cherry blossoms and peaches reached his nose with the breeze. Ah. I will begin there.
AN: So, uh, yeah. This will be my first attempt at doing anything like this, but I've had the general idea for a while now, so why not write it? Pretty short, but that's because I'm not 100% positive on how to write the next scene yet. Plus, this was a nice place to leave off. Maybe some interaction next chapter! WHOO! Thanks for reading!