-1A/n: Ok! This is a random story plot that just showed up in my mind. I am sure people will flame the pairing. Please refrain from that. If you don't like SangoSess please leave. I was debating between pairing and this one makes the most sense for this story. Thank you.
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His pale face was a large contraction from the dark brown of his hair.
Her worried filled eyes had yet to shed a tear in his sight.
His illness weakened body was no comparison to his once strong stunning body.
Her once smooth finely curved body was now thin and boney due to lack of rest and food.
His inability to leave his pelt bed showed none of his prior stamina and vigor that had drawn her to him.
Her beautiful hair that he loved so much was faded, dirty and uncared for.
His eye's weak fire was only a reminisce of the wild fire that had consumed her very soul and drove her crazy.
Her delicate fingers that once cared for their only child lovingly now cared for her mate in a worried, desperate furry.
His life was almost gone now.
Her eyes couldn't contain the tears as his eyes closed one last time.
His will to live couldn't fight long enough for the small messenger from the western lands to bring the medicine.
Her voice screamed and sobbed as she clung to his chest that would never rise again.
The Daimyo's stood there, holding the medicine he was too late in bring as he watched the first mate moron. He promised himself that he would bring that lord back into this world.
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They were going on a trip was all his father would say. Where, to see who, what for, nothing was told to him. But as soon as they got there, he was instantly wishing he would have said no. The lands were nothing special; most of it was desert with drying up riverbeds and dying trees. Looking around, Sesshoumaru let his yellow eyes take in all the surroundings. After a second, he followed his father into a small house.
The inside of the house was quite different from outside. Everything was shining and fresh looking. Gold, precious gems, furs, marble. Everything but the women sitting on a pile of furs.
Looking forward, the young demon prince moved next to his father and knelt. He didn't ask why they were kneeling. Asking questions at such a time was inappropriate and he always was bet for it later.
Movement from the women caused the young demon to look up. Her gray hair swayed in front of her face and completed covered it as she moved to a semi sitting position. For that instant, Sesshoumaru thought she was an old demon but as soon as her hair moved out of her face, he saw that she was very young.
At max she was 3000 years old. Her lips were full and a slight pink; her face had a few wrinkles, but nothing extensive. She sat with her legs on her left side and leaned on her right hand. The one part that looked very old was that her eyes. Filled with sorrow and pain that Sesshoumaru way to comprehend, the eyes stared at him. Overall, she looked like a demon lady of high status. Her clothing, her way of moving, her scent, everything.
As soon as the woman's eyes found him a small bit of happiness sparked. The young demon was handsome and the prefect one.
"Greetings
Lady Nanami. How are you today?" The Inu Daimyo asked as he stood
up. The old looking young woman shifted and motion with her left
hand. Instantly, the maids had fur pelts on the floor for the Daimyo
and his son to sit on. Her movement had looked so natural and
graceful that Sesshoumaru found that removing his eyes from her took
some effort.
"I am fine M'lord Inutaisho. How are you?" Her
voice was smooth like water. Sesshoumaru couldn't help but want to
hear her talk more.
"Good
Good." he nodded, his sliver hair swaying. "This is my son,
Sesshoumaru." Nanami looked at him and smiled softly. Her smile was
beautiful and sorrow filled all at once. The young demon prince
fought the urge to ask why she was so sad.
"It's very nice to
meet you Sesshoumaru. You look like you will be a very good Daimyo
someday." Sesshoumaru instantly sat up straighter and watched her
closer.
"Thank you Lady Nanami. May I ask you a question?"
"Of
course. What is it?"
"Where is your lord?" Instantly, Nanami
seemed to be taken over by sadness and his father tensed. Looking
down, a sad smile crossed her lips. Sesshoumaru sat there and
instantly hated himself for asking a stupid question.
"Right there." She said as she looked up through her hair straight into Sesshoumaru's eyes with eyes that seemed to instantly see his soul and speak to it.
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Sesshoumaru opened his eyes with a jolt. Those eyes. He could still feel those eyes one him. That woman and her eyes staring right into his soul. Trying to tell him that he was her mate, her lord. Stupid woman….. But even now, after that dream he could still smell her wonderful scent.
On the other side of the clearing, a small human girl shifted in her sleep. Standing, the current Daimyo looked around.
He was no one's mate.
He was chained down to no special women.
He had proven it with the multitude of females he had already slept with.
He was free to choose or not chose a mate.
