An adaptation of the Novel "Gabriel's Bride" by Samantha James, I don't own the idea nor the novel. I just loved it so much I had to share…
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha the series nor the characters either.
A/N: In this story, Sesshomaru and his family are demon's while Rin is not.
SESSHOMARU, My Cold Lord
PROLOGUE
Japan, 1590 The Feudal Era
Daimyo Takahashi InuTaisho of the Western Lands jumped from his horse at the steps to his Country house. The esteemed members of staff were formally in line to great him along with his two sons, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. Sesshomaru was his first son and heir, born of an arranged marriage that had been proposed by Inutaisho's father and his best friend. The marriage had been loveless and Inutaisho had spent most of the marriage at War, ignoring his wife and son.
After two years of Marriage, Sesshomaru's mother had died to a terminal illness and InuTaisho had been happy to marry the mistress; he had come to love a woman name Izayoi whom he had birthed a son not six months later, much to InuTaisho's delight. He had never been close to Sesshomaru and the joy and love he felt for his younger son who evident to anyone who saw the two together and as such, the elder son, knowing he had been unwanted had from that time began to withdraw within himself, to become cold and calculating, starved of his father's affections. But despite this, he loved his brother, though he would rarely show it…for his brother loved him and looked up to him.
Sesshomaru watched as his father lifted his brother in his arms, as the boy giggled, he was eight years old in Demon years, even though he was a half human. InuTaisho lowered his son, he was such a handsome man, tall and sleek yet muscular and clad in his armor he made a dashing figure for one of Japan's wealthiest Daimyos. He had and angular face with a straight nose, with bright golden eyes and waist length silver hair, ever caught within a ponytail.
"You have grown Inuyasha!" InuTaisho exclaimed to the boy's delight, cupping his son's chin.
"You are the very image of your mother!" he said and the boy smiled.
The Daimyo gestured towards one of his Samurai's, who disappeared and returned moments followed by the sound of hooves. Inuyasha's eyes widened with joy and he cried, "You bought me a horse!" as the Daimyo chuckled, pleased at the smile on his son's face, not noting the sulking upon the lips of his other child. Suddenly, Inuyasha frowned and looked up to his father.
"But father, where is Sesshomaru's?" he asked innocently and his father frowned, noting his other son for the first time.
"I seem to have forgotten you Sesshomaru…" he said with a sigh, running a hand through his bangs, missing the clenching of Sesshomaru's fists.
"Come Inuyasha, I have decided that you shall come with me on my next trip with me to London, England" said InuTaisho with his hand on Inuyasha's shoulder as he led his son into the house.
Sesshomaru waited until everyone had entered the house, remaining where he had been, still and silent and alone. He would engrain the memory of this day within his mind, locking it away within his heart along with all the hatred he felt for his father.
He did not cry, for he was much too proud to cry but later much later in the cover of darkness the boy shifted, smirking for his knew his brother who his father felt was so much better was unable to change into his Demon form. He was much bigger than the black horse his father had given to his brother with red eyes and two long stripes upon each cheek along with a crescent moon, marking him as a heir to the House of the Moon, a royal house within England where his mother had been a lady, the daughter of a Duke.
The boy, within Demon form slinked into the Barn which housed the Horses, his mouth and paws dripping with poison, ignoring the whines and screams of the Horse. He advanced upon horse, smashing the door before it launched into the Horse pen, attacking the poor creature and ending its life in seconds.
It would one of many times, Sesshomaru would act dangerously in order to hurt his father…unconsciously hurting another in the process.
A/N: Hope you guys like it so far, there is much more to come…I promise ^_^.
Daimyo – refers to the term by which wealthy land owning lords were referred to in the pre-modern era of Japan.
