Hey everyone! I know, what am I thinking? Lol. Well incase no one noticed, this is the Prequel to Silver Sliver. My best buddy Kazegami-Inkpot suggested a sequel, but I had no ideas for an after so I made a before. :3 Lol. Thank you all to who read Silver Sliver I hope that you all liked it and I hope that you all enjoy the first chapter of the prequel. Enjoy. :3
Silver Slits
Average Child
He never expected that he would have someone to care about. He had seen himself wandering the lands on his own; no one standing beside him. That was until he met her. She changed everything for him. At least… that had been what he had hoped. The future never had been set in stone.
He stood before his father, looking up at him with his golden orbs. His father was a mighty demon lord; a being of supreme power. His father was who he admired most; the one he hoped to turn out as great as.
"Sesshoumaru, my son," his father called, staring down at him with a small smile on his lips, "At the age of fourteen, I believe that it is time for you to see the lives of others outside of the palace."
He had never seen anyone from outside the palace and was quite curious towards these humans. They were intriguing to him.
"Thank you father," he said while bowing to his father, "I will not abuse the privilege."
"I know that you won't my son," the western lord nodded, "Now go be curious."
"As you wish father."
He turned to leave and visit his ill mother. She had been weak from birth and the illness started to take affect after his birth. Even though she was ill, she was a proud dog demon. He assumed that that was where he got to be so proud as well. His mother had a rather… cold demeanor to her beautiful appearance. Her black hair was shown well with her favorite pink silk kimono and porcelain skin.
As he passed servants in the hallways, they bowed to him.
"Good morning master Sesshoumaru," a woman greeted him with a bow.
"Is there anything you would like, young master?" an older man asked pleasantly.
"No," he replied as he walked on, "Nothing shall be necessary."
"O-of course young master," the elderly man bowed before leaving.
- - - -
Somewhere, far away from here
I saw stars, stars that I could reach (yeah)
It was a midnight, a silent twilight
Fell down, beyond the ocean beach (yeah)
I assemble all the sand that cover wedding beaches
To build a castle so your mom would have a place to stay
Behind the water slide and down the hill where heaven reaches
Land and time is left to float away (yeah)
- - - -
He didn't like how the servants treated him like he would slaughter them if they did something wrong. His father did not treat them as such, then why should he have?
"Did you call for me, mother?" he asked as he reached the outside of her door.
His mother only had one personal servant upon which she favored. Maybe it was his mother that made the servants fearful of him. Her cold nature had been passed on to him, though he did not use it often.
"Yes, please come in my son," her voice replied rather pleasantly.
Slowly, his hand opened the chamber door and he came in to see that today she wasn't wearing her favorite kimono, but rather a light blue one with white spots in a random design.
"You look very graceful, mother. As always," he stated, smiling slightly as he bowed.
He never was one for smiling at will.
"Yes," she agreed, nodding her head, "but I prefer the pink one more."
"I like that one," he admitted, "It reminds me of the snow."
His golden eyes looked at his mother's brown ones. They were a light brown that could have been mistaken for orange.
"Your father has told me that you are leaving the palace today," she stated, watching him with a small smile on her face.
She wasn't happy like she was pretending to be. He could tell by her tone that she didn't believe that it was right. She never wanted him to meet those mortals that lived outside the walls.
"Yes, he has given me permission to see how the villagers live," he replied, not breaking his gaze with his mother.
His smile was gone and his tone was emotionless. He wanted to see first hand why demons hated the mortals.
"Sesshoumaru, allow me to tell you a story," his mother started, "Not so much a story, but about a vermin that walks between the two species."
He looked at his mother with a slightly cocked brow. He had never been told about another species. There had always just been humans and demons.
"There is a time where a demon might fall in love with a human mortal. Such a time is rare, but it does happen. That is how the vermin came to be," she started to explain; her eyes looked at the wall to her right.
She had paintings on each wall. They were lined up beside on another, almost as if they had been telling a story.
"That is how half breeds came to be. They are the vermin that are not welcome amongst demons or humans. Neither species wants them, so when they are found they are either left alone or killed. The hate between our species and theirs is strong, so a half breed doesn't belong," his mother finished explaining, turning her attention back to him.
"What are you saying mother?" he asked with slightly furrowed brows.
"The humans will probably not welcome you to their village my son," she stated, pretending to have an apologetic expression on her small face.
"That is fine with me, mother," he stated, bowing before turning to leave, "I just have a curiosity that needs to be filled."
With that, he left his mother in her chamber. He did not wish to listen to her fake worries any longer.
- - - -
So rest assured I have the key to every opening
To every wishing well deep thats enough to drink (drink)
I want to show you just how fascinating kissing is
When earth collides with all the space between (yeah)
I'm reaching farther than I ever have before
Leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore
- - - -
He walked down the hallways of the palace towards the outside gate. He wanted to see what these humans were like… if they were really as his mother had said. Demons could be vicious creatures. Surely not all humans were the same. Even demons were quite different.
"Open the gate," he told the guard that stood on the inside of the gate.
"Are you leaving the palace master Sesshoumaru?" the guard asked with curiosity.
"My father had given me orders to leave," he stated, his golden orbs staring at the older demon guard.
The guard did as was said; he opened the gate rather quickly. It was at a time like that that he was grateful towards their fear of him.
It was rather sunny outside as he made his way toward the village. The forest wasn't that thick, but there was no trail to lead to the village. No human wished to cross demon territory. They were fearful towards them.
"Strange creatures," he murmured to himself, finding his mind wandering towards the idea of half breeds.
Were they really such bad, vile creatures? Had they done something wrong to be considered as bad creatures? Was there even really a reason for the species' hate?
"Probably the problem of power," he whispered before reaching the village in the middle of the forest.
There it was… the poor village that lived so close to the palace. It wasn't really a far distance.
His golden orbs looked over the small village. There were only twenty to thirty huts at the most. Even the rice field was rather small as he looked at it. Being surrounded by a lot of forest… it was no wonder that the village people were poor. No human would pass through a lengthy forest by trail if they didn't have to.
The hill was slightly steep as he made his way down in his white hoari. There was a little bit of blue on his sleeves and his obi was yellow. The colours rather mismatched, but he didn't really care. Such trivial things did not matter to him. He did not stumble as he made it to the bottom of the hill. Once he took his first step toward the village, he could feel that this would be different than his home. This would change how he saw a lot of things.
He walked through the poor village with curious eyes. He had never seen such a village and he was still curious to how the humans lived. No matter what his mother had said, her words didn't change his mind. He hated being told how to decide. As he came to the small market, he could hear some of the humans' words.
"Isn't that a demon child?"
"I think it is…"
"Do you think it belongs to that other demon?"
"No, look at how he's dressed! It doesn't belong with that half breed."
Half breed? They had one of those close by? Their words seemed to intrigue him. He wanted to meet this half breed.
As he walked on, he heard more clamor and nonsense from the humans. From what he saw, they were a weak race and really were quite fearful. They were also quick to hate.
Then he found a silent part of the poor village. Things were spread out and there didn't seem to be anything around… nothing except the sound of squawking chickens and someone grumbling.
"Aw come on!" his sensitive ears heard a small girl's voice before they heard the slamming of wood.
What on earth was that child doing?
He rounded a corner and his golden orbs widened slightly. There was a young girl with long dark brown hair chasing chickens with her claws. Humans didn't have claws. Or did they?
"Now you're in trouble," she murmured with a grin as she threw herself forward at a chicken.
He watched it run away and she fell onto her stomach.
"If you chase two hares then you will catch neither," he stated with a small smile on his face.
A real smile for once.
- - - -
I may be some sort of crazy
We may be some sort of crazy
But I swear on everything I have and more
So never look behind, there's spooky people breathing down
The world is ending there's a party by the bay
I'll wear my suit and tie, would I and I toss into
The way you put that smile upon my face (yeah)
Fill up the air balloon and ride with me
Yeah hell is just a parade (parade)
Make love like time and space is ending
While befriending fade while luring way of putting us to shame
- - - -
The girl jumped slightly with surprise as she looked back at him. Then he watched as she made a face at him. Such a childish thing to do…
"Just because you can do it," she stated with furrowed brows, "I'll show you and all of them some day."
"Show us what?" he asked, walking towards the girl with a slightly cocked brow.
"That I'm not just a pathetic half breed."
This was the half breed that the peasants were talking about? What was wrong with her? She looked perfectly fine to his golden orbs.
"I never said that you were," he stated simply, holding his hand out to her, "I see nothing wrong with you."
He watched as her blue eyes widened with surprise. Apparently he had thrown her off guard. She didn't take his hand though as she got to her feet.
"Everyone else does," she murmured quietly, "They don't like me or father very much… but mostly not me."
Placing his hand on her head, he got her to look at him.
"They didn't like me much either," he assured her, "They're just scared."
"Scared of what?" she asked with confusion.
"Of how great you actually might turn out to be."
She looked confused by his words, but at least he knew that she had heard them. After a few years, he was sure she would understand.
"How about in a few days, we meet up again?" he offered, feeling light on the inside.
He didn't know or understand why, but he really liked this little half bred child. She wanted to mean something and he had few friends.
"Like friends?" she asked with a slightly cocked brow.
"Like friends," he agreed with a nod.
How she seemed to smile at those words. Somehow, he too, managed to smile at the thought. If she wanted to mean something, then why not mean something to him? After all, he had nothing against her. He didn't think he would any time soon either.
"A few days?" she asked, still grinning.
"Yes," he nodded, "Thirteen steps in the forest towards that direction."
His finger pointed to the west; towards the palace.
"If you wait there, I will find you."
"Okay!" she agreed happily before her brows furrowed slightly.
"Something the matter?" he asked with worry in his tone.
It had only been a few moments, but he had already grown attached – protective – of the girl.
"How many is a few?" she asked with confusion.
At her words, he almost found himself laughing.
"It's three days," he told her, "I'll be seeing you then, okay?"
"Okay!" she was excited again; the grin back in place.
"All right, I have to go home now," he told her as he patted her head, "Bye friend."
"Bye!"
He left her there and he could hear crates breaking again. Then it was all followed by a triumphant:
"Ah ha!"
He shook his head at her words. She must have caught a chicken.
The villagers were still making comments on his way back through the market. They truly didn't trust demons within their village. They thought that it meant trouble for them he supposed.
"Foolish to think such things," he murmured as he passed them all.
The forest was welcoming when he got back to it. There were no snide comments or hateful words to hear. It was no wonder that demons disliked the mortals. What they had didn't seem to be good enough for them. The same went for some demons as well.
He sat in his chamber and thought to himself. His eyes were closed as the sun had set on the outside world. That world… what a strange place it was. There were twists and turns around corners that he never thought existed. A mix between both species… that really must have been rare. He understood why now. Though he could not come to see why either species could hate that innocent girl in the village.
There was a knock on his chamber door and he didn't open his eyes.
"Come in father," he said through the darkness.
The door slid open before his father came through. With his father in sight, he opened his golden eyes and was about to get to his feet to bow.
"No need to such formalities my son," his father assured him as he sat not too far away, "How was your trip outside this evening?"
"Humans are strange," he stated with slightly furrowed brows, "They truly believe that our existence is to hurt them. They fear so much…"
"Yes my son, that is the case," his father laughed slightly, "Do not hold it against them though. Many cannot defend themselves against our kind. Our strength is great compared to theirs."
He thought about his father's words. They made sense, but why fear all demons? Why not only the kind that have attacked in the past?
- - - -
I'm reaching farther than I ever have before
Leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore
I may be some sort of crazy
We may be some sort of crazy
But I swear on everything I have and more
You make the sound of pulling heaven down
You brought the rain's romantic pour
- - - -
His mind wandered back to the little half breed. Had she done something to make them all dislike her? Was there a reason for their hate?
"What else did you witness Sesshoumaru?" his father asked, seeing his thoughtful expression.
"There's a half breed in that village," he told his father with slightly furrowed brows.
"Yes, she is the only one in the area," his father nodded with a solemn expression on his face, "Do you have a distaste for her existence?"
"No," he murmured, "but you knew she was there?"
His father seemed to laugh at the question. Why was he always so light?
"I have been to speak with her father," he admitted, shaking his head slightly, "There was a war once upon a time and I needed his assistance. His mate was pregnant at the time, so you were only seven."
He could remember his father going to war. It wasn't a vivid memory, but it was still there. The war with the Panther tribe leader and his father. Two behemoth demons waging a war on the lands. His father and the western demons had come out victorious.
"She's very unique," he told his father, tone thoughtful, "Mother said that they were nothing but vermin… That because they were a mix, no one wanted them. But I see nothing wrong with her. She's as we are."
His father seemed to nod at his words.
"I'm glad that you see it that what Sesshoumaru."
"Father… can I leave the palace again in a few days?" he asked with a cocked brow; his golden orbs almost pleading.
"Naturally my son," his father agreed as he got to his feet, "Have a good rest. We shall train first thing in the morning."
"As you wish father."
The door was shut and he was left to his own thoughts as his eyes drifted shut. He had spent a lot of time alone in the past. The friends he had… they had been set up by his parents. Now that both he and them were grown, those 'friends' kept their distance from him. They were as fearful as the servants in the palace. He saw that they always had been.
The half breed that he had met in the village – his friend – had surprised him. He never expected for someone to not be afraid of him. She had not been afraid to make expressions to his words… towards him. She had made him feel light on the inside; like he belonged somewhere. Sure, he was to be a lord and rule after his father, but he also wanted his own path. To be as powerful as his father was his dream. He wanted to be able to defeat him some day in hopes of that. That girl in the village… would she accept that as well? Would she accept that he wanted to be a powerful demon lord like his father? Or would she run away from that?
- - - -
You make the sound
You make the sound
Of pulling heaven down
I'm reaching farther than I ever have before
(god I've reached the top)
Leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore
I may be some sort of crazy
We may be some sort of crazy
But I swear on everything I have and more
(go go go go)
- - - -
His brows furrowed slightly at the thought. He didn't want the friend that he had made on his own to be afraid of him as well.
With those thoughts, he started to drift off into a light sleep. He sometimes wished that it could be a deeper sleep, but his hearing could catch any sounds that didn't belong throughout the palace. His training with his father would be vigorous in the morning. He needed all the rest he could get.
When morning came, he was awake soon after the sun had started to rise to the sky. It was appearing at the eastern horizon and shone through his chamber window. He looked out the window and saw the orange and pink hues light the morning sky.
"Each morning varies," he murmured to himself.
On days such as these, he believed that they were to be good days. Cloudy days were alright, and on days of rain, he found that he could only watch from within the study. He hoped that some day he would be able to do as he wished in that rain. It was rather displeasuring to him to be told what to do.
A knock on his chamber door brought him out of his thought.
"Master Sesshoumaru, the lord waits in the gardens," a female's voice called from the other side of the door, "He says to come once you are ready."
His gaze didn't falter as he gave no reply. Once he was changed from his bed robes to his white and blue hoari, he would be ready to train.
His father had trained him to live with just his claws. He had been told that he could not always count on having a sword at his side to use. He had been taught to unleash abilities that were born into his being. Such as his acid like whip and poison claws. They were a powerful defense against many things.
His feet walked silently against the wood of the floor as he made his way through the palace hallways to the garden. His father would not be kept waiting. When he opened the northern door to the palace, he came out in the gardens. His father was walking around the flowerbeds; looking at all the flowers. The kinds varied in the neat gardens. Stopping at the opposite side of the grass as his father, he bowed slightly.
"Have you been waiting long father?" he asked with an emotionless tone.
"Not at all my son," his father stated before turning towards him, "Are you prepared?"
He cracked his claws at the question, "As always father."
That was all his father needed to come at him. There was no hesitation like there ever had been. He refused to take mercy; not even from his own father. If there was mercy, then he would never be able to defeat a powerful being like his father.
- - - -
I'm reaching farther than I ever have before
(god i've reached the top)
Leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore
I may be some sort of crazy
We may be some sort of crazy
But I swear on everything I have and more
(go go go go)
- - - -
He dodged a vertical strike of his father's claws and took a swipe with his own. His claws were blocked by being grabbed and he was thrown back. He flipped in the air to land on his feet and his two fingers on his right hand began to glow green. Swinging his arm to the side, the whip went straight for his father. It was grabbed and he was pulled forward. Claws grazed his cheek and his father went to flip him onto his back.
He jumped backward to avoid his father's claws before attacking with his own. They grazed his father's arm and a horizontal swipe hit the armor around his father's torso. An attack came at him and as he tried to dodge, claws scraped his own arms. He didn't wince when he was then flipped over onto his back.
He may have been quick, but his father was faster.
End of Chapter 1
So everyone, how was it? Did you like it? I liked it. For a start anyway. I know that I reused that one scene but I'm not gunna lie, I'm going to tie the flashback scenes from Silver Sliver into this one. So that way it all makes sense and it all works. :3 Well at least I hope it does. o.O Lol. Anyway, I don't know how long this one will be, probably a little longer than the last one.
The song was Sound of Pulling Heaven Down by Blue October. I hope that it fit in there okay. I'm not too sure. I hope that you all enjoyed the first chapter, I'll be sure to start working on the second one soon. :3 Please R&R and I'll update as soon as I get the chance to. :D :3 :F