A little drabble. I do not own Inuyasha. Wish I did.
"Is a Lord any freer than a slave?" The mocking voice of the wind sorceress resounded in Seshoumauru's head long after the woman herself had vanished into the sky. With the ease of long practice, he tuned out Jaken's constant babble so he could concentrate on the thoughts the wind witch could easily stir in him, as if his thoughts were simple breezes under her control.
He pondered her words, trying to make sense of them. Obviously, her statement was in error. He, Sesshoumaru, lord of the western lands, was not enslaved in any way. No one took advantage of him; no one manipulated him and got away with it (with the exception of Naraku, an unhelpful corner of his mind pointed out. He quickly squashed the thought). The point was a lord and a slave was at opposite ends of the social spectrum. He, Sesshoumaru, had nothing in common with a slave.
And yet…
Duty was a chain stronger than the finest steel. Duty to his land, to his honor, to those who followed him, all exacted its price in blood. In a way, she was right.
It was two weeks later when he saw Kagura again. Again she sought him out, for no reason that he could discern, and left as soon as she had delivered another cryptic remark. "At least I know what my chain is." He understood her this time.
A little ramble of my demented mind. Got to love sess/Kagura parring. Do you understand?