A/N: Behold! I have returned from the dark pits that I call my life. I could give a long explanation of what happened, why I deleted my other stories after not updating them for years, but really there is not much to say. I didn't like the way I was writing. I was forcing myself to write in a way that doesn't work for me. So I'm starting over. With drabbles. Let's see how this goes.
As the priest droned on with his various blessings, Sesshomaru stole a quick glance at his bride. Her storm grey eyes were trained on the floor like a proper bride's should be. Upon further inspection he could see the slight down turn of her lips and the clenching of her fists on her lap. She was not looking forward to this, not that Sesshomaru could blame her. He wasn't particularly happy himself but if he could live without an arm for almost a year, he can deal with being married.
Now dear reader, you have questions. You are wondering how Sesshomaru of all creatures ended up wedded to anyone. If you gathered the courage to ask, he would tell you how it all began. How long before he was conceived, the universe decided that he would be the butt of one big cosmic joke. One where he would have to suffer through a long list of ridiculous situations before he even reached three millennia.
But, that is not where you want him to begin. You want him to tell you how he and his currently surly mate met. You want the full story, sordid details and all.
Unfortunately dear reader there is no story to tell. On his 1,000th year, he gets a letter from the Council. It states that if he wasn't mated by the end of the season, his title was forfeited, as per a law his batshit crazy ancestor enacted. He no longer had a title per se; the age of the war lords have long since passed. But we he did have was a lucrative communication firm. A firm which the Council had multiple shares in. They back out, his firm goes under, taking the inheritance that he invested into it with it.
So of course, he refused to let that happen and neither would his mother apparently, as he got a text about 15 minutes of receiving the letter saying only: 'I handled it'. The next thing he knew, he was scheduled for an omiai with the Dog Clan of the East, where the former general presented his daughter Akisame, the Bronze Fang. A few weeks after that was the wedding day.
Which brings us back to the present.
The priest continued to pour wishes of longevity, prosperity, and litters of children. It took everything in his power not to melt the fool with his claws. This was taking too long. It was giving him time to think, time to regret. There was no time to dwell. Only time to move forward.
He only knows how to move forward.
A/N: And so it begins. If it tickles your fancy, leave a comment. Peace and blessings to you all.