A/N: I am not exactly sure where this is going as of yet, but I have a plan. I will be trying to upload a new chapter every week. That day will most likely be a Tuesday. If I'm not working the new chapter will be out by six to seven at night. I'm going by the East Coast Time. Reviews will ensure that this story does not make it to my forgotten pile. So please. Read and Review.


.Silence.

Summer nights did not typically have this type of chill. The wind was strong and persistent continuing it's howls for a spare amount of time. Of course the wind could be accredited to the strategically placed skyscrapers. Each held a different design as well as their varied purposes. Seemingly the wind had picked up while the sky darkened to be called night. There was one building that always managed to gather marveling tourists. It was the type of building in which was hard to keep your mind off of once you saw it. It was beauty that became trapped in your head. The building you go home and tell your friends and family to go see, should they ever be in the country.

The building belonged to the Silver Gold Corporations, it was their real estate branch. The family who owned it seemed to excel at most things art collections, interior design, eateries, and fashion design. It also appeared that the family had made quite a few enemies. None of which could be easily shrugged off. In the family's endeavors for success and keeping things in the realm of their company just, it had gotten just a bit distasteful. However when the objects of disdain were taken care of they were treated in the lightest manners possible. Enemies of their proportions should not simply be dealt with by being just.

Surely these, gangsters, would be back again with vigor and claiming their revenge. The entire conglomerate had anticipated something like this would eventually happen. All that could be done was wait, and waiting for an attack was hardly a fun activity. The feeling could only be compared to sitting in anticipation at the doctors office, just preparing to accept whether you would die from cancer or some unknown disease. It was one of the most unsettling of feelings, but they had made this chair for themselves.

There was a grand party celebrating the birth of the new real estate branch to the Silver Gold Co. It was to be headed by the heir of the program. The young male in question was only fourteen years of age, but chose to act like a thirty year old business man. He was hoping to realize his dream of taking over the entire company by the tender age of eighteen, so that his father might retire and live peacefully. That was not something he cared for all others to know for he had a cold and stoic image to uphold. It was the highest importance to him that he maintain such a visage so no one took him lightly.

Tonight his attire was perfectly synchronized to the esteem of the announcement of his first endeavor. An expensive luxury brand suit of the darkest black. The suit complimented his long limbs with perfect lines and black Italian leather dress shoes polished to an impeccable state. The expression read on the features of his air was almost smug. Tonight on his customary stolid face, he wore a smirk followed with a glimmer of pride. Across the room his step mother admired his beauty. The genes that flow through his veins were strong. She knew because all of him reminded her of his father.

It was amazing for her to witness it was almost far to immortal to believe. The iris pools he carried were of the most florid amber she'd ever seen. They could be even more so hypnotic than that of his sire who was the gift giver of the trait. From the crown of his head sprouted opaline hair that glimmered with pearlescent sheen in which ended in a tight five string braid. The alabaster of his skin seemed to glow and was not pasty despite it's lack of color, paired with the symmetric nature of his face he was an angel armed with long dark lashes. He looked over at her causing her to shy away and turn her head.

It was a well known fact that the boy had very little tolerance for the woman. He was not to blame for his general distaste for the second wife of his father. His mother and father's divorce had gotten messy and some below the belt comments were made all when he was just a child. It was a time that he could not understand that his parent's did not love each other. To a four year old it was unfathomable that his creators did not want to remain together. The divorce was a trying time on the young boy and then only two months later, he was gifted with a younger brother. This seemed like a curse to him even now. He refused to accept the half brother as his blood. He would not accept the mother nor the child and he had made it a point.

The time for announcement drew near and the young man was ready to take the podium. He felt as though he was born to take this opportunity. It was true, his stepmother knew. When handling speeches and articles of this caliber he had always preserved the unmitigated eloquence when choosing his words. His words were always spoken with choice amount of charm and confidence. He had captured the secret of using both to make him naturally appealing and approachable. That was only when in direct public attention. When he was in the comforts of his home it seemed that he put up higher walls than with the public. He was cold and spoke few words. He unless spoke to his family when it was absolutely unavoidable. As he approached the podium he turned on the irresistible charm that would seal his position.

"Good Evening. It my honor to welcome you to the opening of the real estate branch of Silver Gold Co. This company has meant a lifetime of dedication to art and beauty, but also to that of quality. I hope to capture everything my father has so righteously upheld in morals," he raised his glass to the silver haired man who stood with a smile plastered on his face.

"My father started this business fifteen years ago. He started it because he wanted to give his child a good life. He has told me countless times that he wanted to raise a child who could one day take over and lead with good morals and with a head filled with justice. I followed my father's every step since I was just a wobbling toddler in diapers. I am not just a child walking in his father's footsteps anymore. I am now a young man, Sesshoumaru Silver. I plan to lead this branch of the company with care and genuine thought. It is an honor to work with you all." Sesshoumaru looked up with a haughty gaze as he drank the fizzy soda replacement for champagne. His smirked at his father almost smugly. The audience clapped their hands and drank with the father and son.

"That was short compared to usual." Inutaisho smiled through his teeth as the press took pictures of the father and son, both wearing smooth smiles.

"I like to keep it short and simple when it's all just a bunch of bull shit." he was clear with his words before walking away to the refreshment table. His father would be enraged, he could tell by the calmness that came over him. Sesshoumaru laughed inside himself for a moment before watching his half brother fill his plate with small finger foods that piled into a small mountain. 'Nothing but a dirty commoner like his mother.' he stalked away to a quiet corner. These party scenes were not yet his scene, the women were too old and the drinks were not legal in his hand. He ran his hand down the front of his buttoned up vest shooing invisible specks of dust that would deem his suit imperfect.

Izayoi watched her husband go from passive to an antagonized state in shorter than twenty seconds and knew that if no one else could notice a slight difference then it was going to be quite an event when they arrived home. She watched her own son with a gentle expression on her face. There he sat comfortable on a silk covered chair happily shoving large amounts of appetizers into his small mouth. Oh the wonders of a growing young boy. Even at four years old Sesshoumaru had hated her, and showed nothing but contempt for her. If he had ever attempted to say that the woman never tried to become close to him it would be a bold faced lie. He had ignored her very existence except when he must not. The smile that tugged at her face was perfectly focused on the happy child that she had.

Inutaisho stared at his eldest who was doing a very fine time of schmoozing with his soon to be employees. A crooked smile cracked at his lips while he realized what his son had done. Yes, the boy was utterly strategic in all his doings. Inutaisho was positive that he had planned this entire event according to the wishes of Sesshoumaru. The cunning that this boy inherited could only have descended from the woman who bore him. He had always been close with his mother despite his conservative constitution. The woman was to say the least eccentric. At first that very disposition of hers had attracted Inutaisho with immense passion. As it happened, it was the same that tore them apart. He could not handle the woman she was unable to be tamed.

The well aged man fingered a table cloth in frustration. His gaze lifted to his younger son with content. This boy was such an entertaining child to watch. Sesshoumaru had not been this way as a child and Inutaisho blamed himself. He had ruined the chances for his childhood. He had watched the fights and heard the comments. The boy's IQ had always been higher than average. He was reading things far beyond his years. Inutaisho held the utmost pride in his son, but he feared for him. Inutaisho had carefully kept an eye on Sesshoumaru whom was skilled in how to behave and act to get the things he wanted. It was especially his aptitude to those activities that made Inutaisho worry. The anxiousness was for the concern that his son would never open his heart to anyone. It was his worst fear that he would end up alone.

"Excuse me, there is something I must attend to." his exit was delivered in a cool manner. He scoped the room quickly noting that he had already claimed success in speaking to all the guests who he found could even mildly engage him. He wanted to take his hair out of it's compacted pleat. The tuxedo was confined and made him want to rip all of his clothes off. While he did enjoy displaying himself as an heir of luxury and style he did not want to feel so constricted. 'It should not be too difficult to leave.' he told himself confidently or rather he was willing it to be true. Security lined every entry and department area. This was all because of his father's attempts to remain in a merciful view. It was then Sesshoumaru could feel his blood heat to a higher rate of disdain. He shot his distracted father a stare filled with his ill thoughts and feelings. He breathed out deeply recalling his mother.

"Enough." he muttered, the words pulled him back into his facade. It was sometimes hard for him to remain in character when at these events with his father and stepmother. Sesshoumaru visually traveled the security lined exits looking for the brawny guard who looked to be the most laid back. The task at hand proved to be in the easier realm of difficulty. There was one who was being obviously greedy with his eyes. Sesshoumaru watched the man who watched the finely and formally dressed ladies who graced the hall. This guards eyes were filled with lust and excitement. The choice was now Sesshoumaru's, which woman would he send in his way. Sesshoumaru walked to the door and was stopped by the guard.

"If you let me pass than it will be more likely for one of these women will allow you to take them to a guest room." he taunted the bigger man. The man was growing agitated. Sesshoumaru scoffed at the man with a snicker following after.

"What makes you so sure?" the man decided to play along with the boy.

"Name her, and I'll shall find a way to make it so." Sesshoumaru was serious with his words.

"The waitress, there." he pointed to a young woman who was dressed in a female suit. She had long black hair and a entertained grin with brown eyes focused on another employee, a man with green eyes and slicked backed hair.

"You are aware that she is involved with someone." Sesshoumaru teased. Surely this guard could handle being toyed with by a fourteen year old with a smaller build than he.

"You said to name her, if you cannot succeed than you shall be leaving this party with your parents trailing behind you." the guard decided that it was now his turn to tease. Sesshoumaru glared at him and smirked. He strode over to the girl who he knew was a college student tight on money. He also knew that she engaged to the young emerald eyed man. None the less it would be her to make a choice. Sesshoumaru grabbed her arm and pulled her to a quiet hallway.

"Mr. Silver, is there something you need help with?" she was polite with her inquiry despite her manner of being dragged away.

"There is a man who would greatly appreciate your attentions." he was blunt with his delivery using the tone that needed to be for the intentions that he was suggesting.

"I'm sorry. I am not that kind of woman." she protested the idea.

"Name your price and you shall be paid. I'm sure that you are aware of the high cost of marriage, and college. If you were to live your life in debt, your marriage would surely fail." he was smiling as he said this. Her gaze dropped to the floor because tears brimmed along her eyes.

"I can't-" she began.

"Could it be that you want you're marriage to fail? You will make him suffer with the debt you bring him." he motioned to the hard working waiter.

"But-" her breathing was shaking now.

"You dropped a plate on my shoe and I fired you. Let's not forget that I do owe you an unexpected termination fee. How does seventy five thousand sound?" he looked up at her beneath his dark lashes.

"...fine..." her answer was one that he expected and with great ease he accepted it, he gave no thought to the manipulation he'd used. Why? It was because it came as easy to him as breathing, he could do it with no thought just the same. The words spouted from his lips like magic.

"Then clean your face up. Your tears will ruin the mood I'm sure." he gave her a charming smile and patted her shoulder as he headed to the security guard. This man was easily bribed. The money was nothing to him, he had spent more updating his wardrobe for the winter than he had tonight. This was the only thing about his father that he did not mind. He threw money at him as often as he could hoping that somehow it would make up for the mental distress he had been through as a young child.

Sesshoumaru watched as the girl slipped away into the arms of a now very distracted security guard. She was led down the hall with excitement by the brawny man. Sesshoumaru looked down for one more moment with a single thought on his mind. 'She could have said no.'

The breeze smoothed over his skin causing a sense of release and freedom within. It was irrelevant to him that his father would begin a frantic search for him the moment he was found to be gone. The only thing that mattered was the satisfaction of his disobedience. While he should not have been behaving so recklessly being so newly appointed to lead the real estate branch. Now that it had become a public event his father could not take it away from him even with his antics. Another quick smirk settled on his face while stealthily heading away from the location of an event held in his honor.

Where was he going? He even wondered that. He did not have a place that he had wanted to go to his only goal was escaping the party. With out a doubt when he had reached his twenties the previously mentioned events would entertain him quite well. However, right now he was having fun making the world worry. Somehow in his walking he had managed to leave what some would refer to as the nice part of town. Dressed the way he was it could not be considered intelligent to be here.

The hum of a distant radio entered his ears while he watched a drunk man stumble from a cheap bar. Sesshoumaru walked as if he did not notice any of the happenings, he was now focused on getting out of here.


Silence.


In this particular area of the city there were many buildings, but none as beautiful or tall as those in the business district. The wind was howling in great proportions which seemed like a good omen. A multitude of people sat in a room. Each and everyone had been sent like a dog with his tail between his legs to exile. For three hundred days they sat waiting for the perfect opportunity, licking their wounds in the process.

A bitter laugh echoed through the silent room. Everyone heeded the crow turning to give full attention. Their master was a young man whom's age did not far exceed the young Mr. Silver's. This man was also clever, if not more so, than Sesshoumaru. His networking had been with disgruntled former employees of the Silver Gold Co. He would make them.

"My family!" his voice was booming and colorful with charisma. Unforgettable, it was undeniable. He gave them full attention and passion as he looked them over. He shone like a brightly burning flame.

"Tonight! We shall make them beg!" he roared enthusiastically. His audience stood up and watched him

"They have taken too much from both you and I. It is time for them to be in debt! It is their turn to feel the pain of losing." he exhaled deeply filled with excitement.

"Let us rob them of an heir!" he threw his arm in the air to entice the crowd. The young man turned on his heel and pulled a dark hood over the wavy masses of silk black hair. His room was nothing but a cot on the floor of an abandoned warehouse. The building had once been a sign of hope and dreams.

It had symbolized a beginning of a better life. The dreams and hopes however crashed and burned just as they had begun to reach their peak. The disaster had caused a terrible deficit in funds and in the end became only a beacon of financial ruin. He threw himself down onto the cot made from assorted used and tattered blankets. He could hear the commotion of his followers speaking, he had succeeded in riling them up. All he had to do was make sure everything went according to plan. A spark cracked in his head. A smile covered his pearly white teeth.

"Should we take the first or the second?" he spoke to himself. Suddenly he remembered, he had gone to school to with the eldest son. Oh yes, he was very intelligent. Sesshoumaru had been second to only one student and it was himself. He was smart and could have been first in the class if he wanted.

This young man could feel his blood rise to a steady boil in veins. This caused him to rise quickly with his decision. It would be Sesshoumaru. That pompous child needed to be put in his place for once. He had great gifts, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and natural intelligence to boot.

"I want him to suffer." he snarled punching a hole through the wall. His knuckles swelled with blood which dripped to the dirty floor. Disgust. He could not help but to be filled with it. He wanted to tear the boy to shreds. He had earned his place in the world and then had it ripped from him. This Sesshoumaru and his family ruined it all. The Silvers were known to be competitive but who could have known of their misdeeds.

"Where are my sisters?" he growled to a young woman who walked into the room.

"It is not my job to know these things." the woman was his age and also noticeably tired.

"I asked you where they are." he towered over so when he took hold of her wrist it could look menacing.

"You know that the quiet one wanders, the older one is probably reading something somewhere." she was speedy to get the words out.

"It doesn't matter anyway." he dropped her hand as if he were holding a deceased rat.


Silence.


Dressed all in black, they watched him walking the streets alone. His solitude was a gift to them. He had walked into their awaiting hands. Revenge was so close they could taste it on their lips.

"Naraku, should we do it now?" the young woman from before asked him.

"Let's watch for a while longer, Kagura." he was laughing quietly and threw her a mask. He looked her over and smiled to himself. She would be of use to him later. Naraku had never cared much for his cousin but she had come willing and brought him followers along with her. She looked more like him than any of his sisters. He was the only one who looked like their father. He stood up straight and watched the environment change while following quietly. It was imperative that the group remain unseen until they were in a secluded place.

The young man wandered into his danger all on his own. The city was quiet and lonely aside from a few wandering drug addicts, prostitutes, and drunks from the local bars. Naraku took the lead and took long and yet relaxed strides behind Sesshoumaru. Much to his disappointment Sesshoumaru was painfully aware of his followers. At this moment he was regretting his decision to leave the safety of the extravagant party. Perhaps it was karma. It was too late and he knew there were too many.

Sesshoumaru could hear the footsteps of many now sounding off behind him. His heart was beginning a race giving himself a mental lecture in the process. Naraku smirked behind him and snapped his fingers. The snap proved to be a signal and a cloth bag was thrown over Sesshoumaru's head. Naraku watched him thrash under the assault and laughed openly among his followers. Things had proven to go just perfectly for him. The young heir was now in enemy hands. The group threw Sesshoumaru to the ground and began to beat him relentlessly that is until Naraku called for it to end. The cloth bag was wet with blood and his body curled in pain.

"It isn't so fun to be kicked when you're down, does it?" Naraku pulled the exhausted adolescent up by the expose trail of his braid. Sesshoumaru had been unconscious for a long time now, Only the first couple of hits and then he was knocked out.

"So it begins." he crowed and dropped Sesshoumaru's body with a heavy thump on the ground.


A/N: Thank you Tarrah, for pointing out that extra tidbit of paragraph. I have removed it.