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Collective of short drabbles. Note they aren't in chronological order. Sesshoumaru's POV.
Simple farewell.
He stood silently, as usual, with an indifferent mask placed carefully over his gentle features. The soft breeze was suppose to be soothing, it's calm and hushes whispers brushing past his pointed ear and causing his red and white kimono to rustle. However, no matter how pleasant the scent of the fresh dew upon the leaves was, the tall demon wouldn't falter from this sense of pure...
Hollowness.
Although he didn't show it as he turned on his heel and walked away, this simple farewell…it moved him. And this, bothered him to no end.
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