From the skies, not a thing seemed amiss. The forest in which Sesshoumaru was looking down upon seemed to be restful, and the flow of peace seemed not to be disrupted. However, he had his ears, which were listening to the sounds of a soft struggle, and his nose, which told him that the struggling souls in his territory were people that he knew and resented.

But even his eyes could not see the struggle that was happening. Even his nearly perfect vision was unable to see the two who he wanted to see, somewhere below him in that forest. Sesshoumaru could have used his other senses to detect where they were, but no. He stayed where he was, and, from his place in the sky, continued witnessing the scene from afar so as to not disturb the flow of struggle.

It was a soft struggle. There were sounds of sweetness, but at the same time those sweet words dripped with the poison of vanity-lies. Violence. It rang throughout the forest like an ominous buzz, but soon the sound faded away and nervous creatures calmed themselves. They feasted and enjoyed their time together, and then the sweet and betraying words were whispered once again.

Sesshoumaru raised his head, and banished the sounds from his being. He remained in his place in the sky, standing before the moon with light shining down upon him. He labeled the sounds he had witnessed as disgusting, as below him.

However, Sesshoumaru had not taken it upon himself to realize that he was not the one to judge. As he had turned his back to the noise of disturbance, he had turned his back to facing the problem that was approaching him at that moment.

Naraku was soon at the same elevation level as him. His body was bare with mud, blood, and bruises marring it. This state of health did not disturb Naraku however, because he realized it didn't mean a thing other than he needed to wash.

He had risen to the sky, and he was face to face with the almighty Sesshoumaru, who didn't realize he wasn't almighty.

"You fancy yourself our god, Sesshoumaru?" The disgusting stared into the eyes of the disgusted, and scowled. "You are only one demon in this sky that can hold many demons. Why, just look at it now..."

The disgusted felt a crack in his pride as he realized his mistake.

"I'm here in this sky you so love, aren't I? You're blue is false... As your magenta stripes are only for show. This exterior you built is held up by cracked beams, isn't it?" Naraku meaningly spit his own blood on Sesshoumaru's pure clothes.

"At least my exterior matches my interior."

The bloodied, resented, and brutal Naraku turned his back to Sesshoumaru and floated through the sky to his own place. Sesshoumaru could only watch through blind eyes as the demon made his way through his sky, his beautiful place that was and only his.

But he did not do a thing.

Maybe he realized, somewhere, that this sky did not belong to him, but he belonged to it.

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I may make a continuing chapter that's more detailed and describes the situation more. As in, a longer version on this cause I like the idea of Sesshoumaru believing he's a god.

Thanks for reading!!