The Definition of Power & Strength (I)
1. Birth
'She is crying, screaming, and yet nothing can be done to help. Damn it.' Listening to all those noises while guarding outside the room never cease his worries, even though as far as knew this was probably one of the most secured place in the world, with his huge army in highest alert surrounding and swarming around the magnificent royal palace shimmering its faint white glow in a thin veil of the dusk. He could tell they were doing fine, with two steady heartbeats radiating from the inside.
Unintentionally he clenched his Tenseiga, which reflected its master's powerful features on his face. 'Is it that painful?' he thought with a frown on his handsome face caressed with vicious purple markings on both sides of his cheek, a new-moon shaped mark standing out on forehead. Sharp golden amber eyes – like those of owls, eagles and lions – penetrated into the renewed darkness of nightfall, as if it could shine with the warmth of the dying sun. 'If my sword can ease her pain….' He made a mental note to contact Toutousai, his faithful helper, possibly the best weapon smith on earth, about it when things had settled. His bushy but slender eyebrow gave an uncontrolled twitch when he heard her companion winced once again.
He tore his eyes from staring at the door, slowing lifting his head to the sky. The sudden realization that it's already well past into the deepest night hit him – he had been standing on the ball for a whole day, but not one single muscle was tired. Nonetheless, he let out a sigh, relaxed as he bathed in the mysterious milky moonlight.
He found himself admiring the moon, as he always did. 'We are so much alike…' Am I chatting with the moon, or do I just want to spill something out of my mind? The answer was absolute silence, occasionally broken by somewhat subsided winces coming from behind. And in the cloudless sky, the moon never moved, never changed, so pure and alone in the velvet curtains of heaven, proudly shining its flawless frosty rays on earth. Distant but close, cold but warm, wild but gentle… a mixture of opposites…
He blinked. Where do I have all those thoughts? Shaking his head like an old man, he tried to locate his current source of uneasiness in the mind.
He felt so alone that he needed to talk to the moon… Yes, it's this loneliness and sadness that was slowly getting on his nerves. Why? He had his allies, his advisors, his army, his wife, his servants, thus he never walked alone. After all, he had established something no one could have ever dreamed of succeeding - an empire covering all the lands in Japan, stretching over the Western Ocean, him being the most powerful creature ever existed in the history of life with the three swords controlling Heaven, Earth and Hell… so much strength he had, that made him being looked up to almost as high as God, since he was the One that had the power of defeating death in his hands.
'The One. 'It hit him like a tidal wave directly in head. So this is the reason of what's bothering me? The fact of being too powerful? Memories flashed – his newly revived ally in the battle cowered at the sight of him holding a blade over his head, failing to recognize that it was actually Tenseiga; servants never dared to look at him in his eyes; advisors kept muttering apologies whenever they pointed out weaknesses in his plans; and even his wife – his most treasured possession, the most beautiful angel he loved so much, rarely smiled. And when she did, her eyes always remained the same as ever, with determination and utmost sharpness secretly burning in the icy golden backgrounds. But that's what made her so unique and mesmerizing, like an unexplored land waiting to be investigated, like a game of chess at the critical moment, like a code yet to be understood…He closed his eyes. Just like the moon, as puzzling and breath-taking as ever…
The opinion of him in her eyes was still a mystery, a question left unspoken. It was obvious that she kept a lot to her heart, and so was he. The link between them was built up on mutual respect and silent approval, a result of an arranged marriage for peace. In spite of this, it was already better than what he had expected. First of all, he had never dreamed of such a stunning beauty to be his companion, because he was never good at getting attention from females. Therefore the arrangement suited him just fine – he would never need to bother about begging for woman to join hands with him, which was something he dreaded since the moment he reached adulthood. He was well aware that there were probably lots of females quietly yearning to offer themselves to him, which only added to his ever-increasing horror about the inevitable. As things slowly turned out up to present, he was very grateful for the kindness of fate, which had even granted him a child in the first year of marriage, a great consolation to his isolated heart. The tiniest of smiles gently crept up his tensed expression. No matter it's a daughter or son, I will make him the heir of my throne in thanks to God, and give him the best of my best, even if that means spoiling him with luxuries and comforts. But I will ensure he won't be like any other common waiting on hand and foot child in the end when he grows up. It won't matter being spoiled when young if he would one day be a fine emperor, right?
He must be given a grand name, which would remind the world of ultimate strength, power and glory. Instantly the image of him finally emerged victorious from the bloodstained battlefield came into mind. Blood… War… Victory… Merciless killings in massacres… It popped up. It means definite death in ancient scripts. He smirked. Certainly any enemies would have cowered and think twice when they heard of their opponent's title like this. 'Sesshomaru…' Inutaisho whispered.
Hi guys... I am from an Asian country and my English is pathetic, and that's why I try to practise writing in hopes of improving the language. Pray tell me whatever ideas & critics you have, especially those concerning my poor grammar and vocab.
Well I don't think there will be any reviews for me in my first attempt, but anyway I would try my best and update whenever I am finished with the next chap. I think this will turn out to be somewhat like a biography about the preteens, adolescence and manhood stages of Sess... Such a big project, it seems.
Summary:
Stage
One: Salad days of Sess with hints of his later rather unpleasant
personality, which is somehow significantly affected by his parents
in minor events.
Stage Two: The process of growing up can be both painful, in regards of his current status, responsibility & expectations, and enjoyable, like extra-rights & freedom, but his joy is tragically shattered by death of mother. The yet to be healed wound deepen when his respectable father in love with another woman no other than Izayoi, and the end of the stage is marked by Inutaisho's death and last words.
Stage Three: Sess wanders away of the land which constantly remind of his pain, confusion and shame of his family and his heart, in search of the answer of Inutaisho's strange last remark on him. He believed the answer is to live up to his name, as fate decided to reveal itself to him when he stumbled across the life of Rin. ( Oh yes, I really love Sess-Rin pairing) After endless adventures, with several new members introduced to his family tree eventually, when he looked back, he realised his answer is love and marveled at its power.
Oh... better break it down into three separate parts... probably takes me years to finish all that stuff...
