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Time is Not Your Friend

Chapter one: Through Time

I thought it quite possibly could be the coldest winter in all of my 17 years of living upon this earth. I clutched the many layers of my kimono to my person, goose flesh erupting across any of my pale skin that seemed to be touched by the cutting cold air. This year had not been kind to me. Enthralled with sickness and depression, loss and wasted time had more then likely caused my Beauty to fade.

But still he continued. My Prince of the Fading Sun, and King of the Rising Moon. Even now, I felt him draw near, the guards scream and all I can detain is their ending lives, for they have no doubt crossed his path. Once he has a goal, he will never let up until he has reached it. It is one of the many gifts he has that has mad me so proud to be so in love with him. Although that is a sin of which is forbidden by both of our views and positions, he must already know for my sake.

I made sure his sacred flute was tucked away in the folds of my attire, ready to play for him when desired, I only hoped the cold air would not hinder my ability to play for him.

There he stood, majestic in his pale garments, full in armor like a beautiful Prince. His moonlight hair contrasted sweetly with his amber, fire like eyes, capturing all who noticed them. These very amber orbs that were trained on one thing, a girl, the daughter of a greedy selfish human lord to be exact. He watched her, observing her state, and he was not pleased. She was not in the perfect condition he had left her in last spring. She had grown a little, yes, more of a woman then a gangly girl. However, her long raven locks that were once like black silk had lost most of its shine, her pale skin grew taunt over her bones, too thin, weight that she needed was missing. She had bags dressed with thick shadows under her beautiful eyes . . . oh her eyes. . .

The very jewels that had captured him the first time he laid his sight on her. Her flute had drawn him in, her voice pacified him, and her eyes aroused a desire in him he had long since forgotten he had ever had. She sat on a mat, posture straight, though it seemed to strain her, and her hands resting in her lap formally. Her lavender eyes bright, full and warm, the only warmth here. She looked at him with out fear, but with respect. And something else, love, a burden that had been granted her since he had stolen her the first time , even though he had killed two of her siblings, five courtiers, and a few close personal maids, she still held the same look for him, if not stronger.

But then, he watched, and he saw deeper with in her, a sorrow, an intelligence unlike that of most other mortals. Her gift of sight that astounded even himself at times. He looked ever further and saw her Key, a tint of pale blue with in the depths of her endless lavender and he realized again it was something that she knew and he did not. It made him angry when she did this even though she hadn't a choice to it. He did not like having her know more then him, mainly that it could be important, and he wouldn't know. It greatly upset him at times that he forget she was only a mere human, something barely above the status of a livestock animal.

Her breath ghosted out in front of her in a large cloud, "Lord . . ." Her voice so sweet and velvety. Although he could detect a cough had plagued her, he still longed for this mystic voice. He walked closer, his thick boots making not a sound on the wooden floor. Knowing they had a limited amount of time before more guards would come for him to kill; He sat in front of her, their eyes never parting. His pale hand reached out, the two magenta stripes at his wrists exposed, and committed a gesture no other creature knew of him. Brushing a few strands of hair from her forehead, tucking them behind her ear, it was almost an unseemly matter.

"I will kill Danno Hiroshi." He looked for the fear, or the regret, the sadness. But all he could find was the love and the warmth. His hand strayed from her hair to her cold pallid cheek. She leaned into it, encouraging the affection, his own body much warmer then her own.

"Is there a reason other then boredom, My Lord?" She closed her eyes as his thumb ran circles around her jaw hinge, wondering how much a few stripes of her own might enhance her beauty before lifting her gaze upward to him.

"You are in bad health, he stakes claims on my territory, but he can not even take take care of his own daughter. A more then useless human." She saw the anger flash in his fire bidden eyes, and smiled slowly, gently to him.

"Sesshoumaru . . .everything is alright. You always assume that I am so weak, and that violence is the only way to ascend to my acknowledgment, to my approval. I would do anything for you, you know this already." She winced as she turned her head and coughed, her hand coming to cover her mouth with a dark blue resembled so much of a doll it was strange to see such an act from her. Her hair pulled up in loops of elegance, never moving.

"Excuse me, I still seem to be a little ill My Lord . . " She answered humbly. She looked to him, his eyes never having left her. Concern was fully etched into his face, another thing only this bound creature would only ever see. His own pet.

"Come, we are leaving this place." He gently lifted her up, holding her form to him gently, but firmly, as he walked out of the cold darkened hut. He could hear the hooves of horses as they beat the frozen ground to their destination, and the commands and shouts their riders made. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at them, ridiculous scum. They even had the audacity to ride clear up to them, grins of premature victory racing their ugly faces, until a long whip that was seemingly made of light slashed the men's heads clean off, sending a sizzling tension through the air. The horses ran off free in fits of screaming and nays. Coughing interrupted his train of thought about slaughtering the horses for sport, and he looked down at his frail beauty.

"Himitsu." She looked up with those enchanting lavender eyes, rare an occasion for him to use just her name as so. "I am taking you to a Healer." Her eyebrows furrowed, and she placed a hand as if to say stop.

"I don't need an old bag to tell me I am sick." He nearly smirked at her boast, he loved when she grew frank with him. "You need a Healer. To heal. That is what they are for." Her eyes flashed to him as he spoke to her in his superior tone.

"I am a Majo, I do not need some wrinkled old hag stuffing down made up medicine down my throat. I'll heal myself." He looked down to her, catching her eyes. She knew he would retort with a 'you have not done a very good job' or something, so she huffed and snuggled into his chest. The corners of his mouth barely came up in a small victory smile at having won this albeit small battle with his Himitsu.

"When you are not sick, and are of good health you may sing and play the flute for me again." He said with a matter-of-fact tone, as if giving her permission; however she knew better. He was suggesting it to her, because he desired such of her. This made her smile, she loved him especially for this. He made his win into a win for her as well. He would never admit it aloud either, but he loved her true. And she could be content with that.

As the winter grew on and finally became spring, the Time of the Cherry Blossoms arose. Himitsu sat under one of the biggest trees of them all, her new Celebration kimono was dazzling, metallic silver with blossoms embroidered right into the fabric. They held so much detail one might have thought that she wore real blossoms. Her dark hair artistically placed in knots and loops upon her head, as a Lady, or a Princess. She effeminately fit this part.

She held a simple wooden instrument to her lips, a flute adorning two magenta stripes. Her red painted lips puckered as the loveliest of sounds floated through it, dancing among all the trees and their mystical blossoms. A song for one, a single Love whom always heard the wind from her heart. He came every time, and as always he sat beside her, admiring her mortal beauty. She rested the flute upon her lap and looked to him, a small twinkle in her eyes. She gestured to the flowers,

"Lovely are they not? Simply beautiful." She watched him for a reaction. She had to coax them out, rarely did she not have to work for it. He looked up, as a breeze wafted through, sending petals to shower on them. It seemed so perfect, like the Gods were finally nurturing her. She would have no other at this time, neither wanted it another way either.

"I wanted to tell you, I am very grateful for all that you have done for me." This caught his attention. He looked to her, an arched eyebrow fine and correct. Her eyes held his love always, they clasped warmth to him; But he saw again a sorrow that didn't belong. She looked the the ground, holding a soft petal in her pale hands.

"Himitsu?" She loved when he called her name. He used to never do that, it was a recent commodity. He pressed her chin and forced her to look at him as she replied with a smile, kind of course.

"You have foreseen something." It was not a question, he knew she had. She never behaved like this unless she had. She had fore saw the deaths of her siblings before he had committed them, and the burnings of villages of which her father had been the culprit of as well as many other countless events.

"I am in love with you." These simple words were uttered from her lips, causing the world to slow. For Sesshoumaru, time seemed to stop. Forbidden words in which threw him off balance. Displaced him, he didn't know what to do, how to react. So he remained still to think, a task so difficult it would seem. Forbidden were these words, although they had been said to him before. He nearly out right hated them, for it wasn't right for the Taiyoukai of the West to love or be loved in such ways. But he couldn't bring himself to strike her down, or kill her.

It was her turn to react and attempt to save the situation, and so she reached out, touching first his chin, before tracing her fingertips feather light along the line of his lips.

"Sesshoumaru . . . " She whispered. She knew he was afraid, she was here for him, knew that if he had not killed her father only a few weeks before that she too would not have been able to make such a bold statement. Forbidden was the love between a human and a demon. She grew tense of his rejection, although she had already seen this, and knew of its out come. She finally relaxed however when he kissed her fingers, his eyes half lidded, so serious a face. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, the flute falling between them. He held her to him in such a way, she couldn't help but cry. She loved him so much, all she wanted was to stay like this forever.

"I love you so much, it pains me greatly that I will not be here long enough to do the things I want. I know you don't understand Sesshoumaru, but you must trust me." She kissed his face, and he kissed her back, along the chin, and cheeks, the eyebrows, until their lips met where they locked and wouldn't seem to let go.

Finally parting, tears in her eyes, she kissed his nose, her mouth resting on the bridge, soft hands on either sides of his face partly covering his stripes. His own eyes closed, taking all of it in.

"You need to tell me what is going on Himitsu." The tone in his husky voice told her he was not messing around and that made her more upset, he would take it bad when the time came, although she knew that now at this time he would brush it off like a flea to a dog.

"I'm going to die." He snorted, pulling away from her, he looked her in the eyes.

"Everyone dies."

"Yes Sesshoumaru, but I am going to die a lot sooner then perhaps I could." She said softly, caressing his pale face. He didn't believe her then, he regretted it later.

That good for nothing demon league had stolen Tenseiga! Actually stolen it from under his nose! He didn't know how he could have been so had laid siege to to his Territory, mutilated his servants and now, worst of all the things things, his Beloved Wife Himitsu was dieing. The one who was most to blame perhaps, for the weakened demon. He held her tenderly to him, their faces close, her beautiful eyes were already glossing over.

"Sesshou . . . I . . Love you." He leaned down, kissing her mouth, already a trail of crimson was leaking out. He brushed it aside, it already staining her skin. He smelt the death that was so thick on the air, and for the first time he hated it.

"You know I love you Himitsu, everything will be alright, You will see. I am Lord Sesshoumaru, I do not fail." She mustered enough strength to smile at him, a faint, last loving one. The blood gushed from her stomach, and no amount of pressure was stopping it. He felt so sick, he couldn't let her leave. Never had this happened to him. Not when Rin had grown old, and had died, not when the silly creature Kagome and Inuyasha had become lovers, leaving the World as he knew it, not when hated his half brother, or when his own mother had died. The pain in his chest that if he lost her, he would lose himself. Never had he cared for someone so much, curse her, and curse her Majo blood that had bewitched him.

"Sesshou . . .I'll be back, I'll always . . .love you . . .Remember Time." He was so old, he barely knew what they were, those ridiculous little watery drops from his eyes.

"Himitsu . . you are not going anywhere, you Idiot, I'll get Tenseiga back, You will be fine." She sighed, unable to say anything else, her body went lax, and she no longer breathed.

"Himi, I love you." Nothing back, his hearing was too great, and he held her tighter, grief already striking his heart."Himi!" He faintly wondered how his father would react to this. . .

'What do you have to protect?'

That bastard, he didn't deserve his attention now. His beloved . . . she was gone from him, torn away when he wasn't ready and he wanted her back. He wanted her voice, her flute. He wanted to wake up to a morning of her eyes, and the taunt smirk that often followed when she found him watching her sleep.

It wasn't fair.

He was Lord, Prince. He should get to say when the things he cared about could leave. When he could be betrayed. When things should go wrong. It just wasn't fair. He didn't care anymore. The years he spent Loving were for nothing. A hapless experiment, that led him down a worse path then being a lone morbid asshole who kept the company of a smaller bastard.

What would Himitsu say to that?

He brought her closer, kissing her face, brushing her dark locks out of her face, but the smell of her blood and death ruined the imagination that perhaps she was pretending.

She said she would be back? What had that meant? He looked to her, her glassy eyes fogged with death. He slid her eyes closed, so she appeared to be sleeping. A cruel mock towards his sanity. He stood, holding her to him, and made his way to the blossom tree, where she had confessed love to him, and bid him her first and last warning so many years before. He hated her, he hated her for loving him so damn much, for making him love her back. For making him weak with it, he had cared for her, and that had been his downfall. A weak human woman, sin of his father. He hated everything and everyone.

He would give her a right revenge, avenge his Wife. His hatred would consume all those who delay and cross into his path once more. Be it the extinction of humans and demons alike. He was weary of life.

"Himitsu . . . " He whispered, sitting and cradling his last love and joy to him. Nearly like that of a statue, he remembered all the times he spent with her, her voice, and her touch. He wondered what creator would ever create such a curse as immortality as he wished his Himitsu had been cursed as he was.

A/N : Gah, first chapter, and I'm not feeling great about it T.T I need some good criticism. (I know Sesshoumaru is ooc, but he would have to be a little for this cause)