Disclaimer: I dont own anything. This is my stretch of Post-Inyuasha days in a modern day setting.
The world was a very different place. It had become cold and devastatingly altered by time. It was ironic he thought this, because it also reflected the shell he had become. But then he has always been seen as cold to the outside world.
Smirking inwardly "Cold, indeed", he thought.
It was always a fitting description. Yet there was more than coldness; he possessed a wisdom that only those as old as him had. He watched the rise and fall of nations; rose and fell with the withering lives of humans. It really was their entire fault, and he hated them. The perception he was always lead to believe of their weakness and inferiority really was true. They pillaged and destroyed the land, this came from their lack of knowledge and ignorance of the world around them. But what he hated the most was their mortality.
The soft spot they held in the hearts of his brother and father was something this Seshoumaru could not understand. He desired power and ambition, the desire to become greater than them all. Reliance on others made the opportunity for weakness. Weakness was a luxury he could not tolerate. After the blow of not inheriting both swords, the need to preserve and gain that power was priority. But as the years past on, his brother grew, and his authority was sound; he still continued to roam the lands. He repressed it, but it was out of boredom. Chastising humans and his bother's weakness for them.
Until his fateful meaning with her, Rin, the little girl he brought back to life. Funny that he gave her a new life, after demons had savagely taken hers; especially when humans were the species to act in a savage manner. For a time the years were full of happiness and flew by, he knew a happiness that he had never felt. He felt alive again and perhaps alive for the first time. Power and ambition are the downfall of all great men. He had beaten it somehow. Conquered the struggle of having power and being at peace. This Seshoumaru became the invincible demon he knew he would become, greater than all those before him.
She had melted his coldness, for a time at least. He had been lead to believe that not all good things last forever. He thought, no knew that this was true. And this truth bitterly hit his face, now as the cold wind was. His hatred of humanity returned with her death. So he roamed the earth but it did not hold anything for him anymore. The years slipped by him as pages in a book. The emptiness he felt was like nothing he could have ever imagined and now was waiting for absolution. Or for the long years of his life to wane and finally extinguish.
Yes he had seen the greatest and lowest points of history, the landscape of the land change, and the destruction of humans. Through the seer fact of living for so long he had the material objects humans of the time desired. He did not understand them, the humans, but now he secretly envied them. The desire to be naive and blissfully happy even if it was for a short time, that is how she had lived her life, consumed his thoughts now. He missed the past, his importance, being a part of something, having something to protect, but most of all he missed her.
"Are you ready Milord?" Asked Jaken walked up to stand slightly behind him startling him back to the present.
"You'll never find another one like her" he stated observing what his master had be paying respect to. The tomb that held what was left of her body was hardly still there, only recognizable to those who know of its existence. The tragedy of a live cut short truly was upsetting, this Seshoumaru understood that now.
No.
Turning and walking away.
He would never find another Rin. Fate, he thought, has never been kind to him.
Tbc….