True Confession of a Demon

Let's get one thing straight: I have no interest in killing my brother. Deep down, he's a good kid. Really deep down. He is, however, extremely immature. Look at the way he treats that girl -- what's her name? Kagome, I think. And anyone who knows anything about him knows about his manners. Nor do I want that rusty old sword that he carries around.

I am, sadly, the victim of a PR compaign perpetrated by that Takahashi woman to make me out to be a villain and to make my irritating, irresponsible little brother look like a hero. The little brat started the trouble, blaming things on me, and that innocent little girl believed every word he said. She told the whole story to the Takahashi woman who embroidered on the whole thing, making me out to be an absolute monster.

And another thing, I got along just fine with my step-mother. She was a wonderful woman, very kind to her half-orphaned stepson. The fact that she was human was entirely irrelevant in my mind. Inu-yasha was the one who had issues about it. Oh, poor me, I'm only half-youkai. I'm so weak and pathetic. It's just not fair.

After our father died, willing the lands to me and that sword to Inu-yasha, I was aware that the boy was by no means ready to wield our father's fang. He was undisciplined and unready. I offered to teach him to use it. He, possessed by overweening pride, decides to run off and have nothing to do with me. The next thing I heard about him was that he had tried to get the Shikon gem to turn himself into a whole demon, but had ended up pinned to a tree by a miko's arrow and placed in an enchanted sleep.

I breathed a sigh of relief and hoped that when he woke up his behavior would have improved. Forget that. Fifty years later, he shows up again. He was on a quest to retrieve the shards of the gem. He tells me he wants his father's sword. (It was in our father's tomb, beneath the family castle. Before, he'd been too lazy to get it out.) I agreed and took him down to fetch it.

So he pulled the thing out of its sheathe and decides to give the thing a few trial waves. He accidentally sliced a tble in half. Be careful with that, I told him. You'll put an eye out. He flourished it again, this time making a nice big whole in the wall.

Alright, that's enough, Inu-yasha. Give me the sword. Let me at least show you how to hold it.

No! It's mine! You want my legacy! Inu-yasha continued. Stay back, Sesshoumaru! He waved it wildly, destroying the curtains.



He smirked. It's mine! He tossed it into the air and caught it in his other hand. He grinned triumphantly at his dexterity and repeated the maneuver with less success. The sword spin and embedded its tip in his eye. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kagome! Sesshoumaru poked my eye out!

And now you know how the whole stupid story started.

The End.