Kibashiro
By: Stormie
~~AN: Recently, I have been bothered by a question about Inu Yasha's father. Other fics have told how he meant Inu's mother and all, but I have never seen anyone explain WHY he fell in love in the first place. How is it possible for him to have emotions like that when 99.9% of youkai do not? What makes him different? I was going to wait to post this until after I had finished the story, but I want other's opinions on the idea. So please R/R.
Oh Kibashiro is 'fang' and 'white' smashed together into a word that I liked the look of. I'm almost positive that it means absolutely nothing in Japanese so don't tell me that I wouldn't know Japanese if it came up and bit me in the butt. Trust me I am well aware of that fact. And my note is longer than the chapter...*sigh* ~~
It was a beautiful night. Bright stars, little sakura blossoms floating through the air, a quaint human village burning to the ground....
Perfect. At least if one's a youkai.
Indeed the merry blaze brought a smirk to the handsome face of the watching youkai, or perhaps it was the terrified screams of the pitiful insects he had left alive. Their fear was music to his pointed ears, but the stench of charring flesh and thatch was not to his liking. Lips curling in distaste, he took to the air to find a place where his sensitive nose would not be offended and the soot from the fire didn't dirty his waist- length silver hair.
As he floated through the sky, he noticed a flash of silver-white hair, similar to his own, in a clearing and growled in annoyance. The youkai descended to the earth and captured the white, fluffy thing in one graceful motion. "Following me again, pup?" he asked in his lowest, most threatining voice.
The fluff ball looked up with slanted golden eyes; the color was rare among youkai, but both captor and captive had it. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes was the shape. Older, rounder gold glared down at young, slanted gold; an elegant eyebrow arched up. "Well, Sesshoumaru, speak up."
The little youkai curled his unusually fluffy tail tighter around himself and pushed the unruly silver bangs away from the crescent moon on his forehead before answering. "I wanted to hunt too; you said I could come this time. You promised. I've never hunted humans before." Sesshoumaru frowned gravely, or rather he tried. The expression was more pout than frown and brought a slight smile to the face of the older youkai.
"Well, it won't be said that Kibashiro, Great Demon of the Western Lands, can not keep his word. Tomorrow night we hunt."
Sesshoumaru looked at his hero with adoration shining from his eyes. "Really, Father? You won't forget?"
Kibashiro tousled his son's silky hair. "Of course not, pup. Nothing will keep from taking you on this hunt. Nothing at all."
~~Famous last words...~~
By: Stormie
~~AN: Recently, I have been bothered by a question about Inu Yasha's father. Other fics have told how he meant Inu's mother and all, but I have never seen anyone explain WHY he fell in love in the first place. How is it possible for him to have emotions like that when 99.9% of youkai do not? What makes him different? I was going to wait to post this until after I had finished the story, but I want other's opinions on the idea. So please R/R.
Oh Kibashiro is 'fang' and 'white' smashed together into a word that I liked the look of. I'm almost positive that it means absolutely nothing in Japanese so don't tell me that I wouldn't know Japanese if it came up and bit me in the butt. Trust me I am well aware of that fact. And my note is longer than the chapter...*sigh* ~~
It was a beautiful night. Bright stars, little sakura blossoms floating through the air, a quaint human village burning to the ground....
Perfect. At least if one's a youkai.
Indeed the merry blaze brought a smirk to the handsome face of the watching youkai, or perhaps it was the terrified screams of the pitiful insects he had left alive. Their fear was music to his pointed ears, but the stench of charring flesh and thatch was not to his liking. Lips curling in distaste, he took to the air to find a place where his sensitive nose would not be offended and the soot from the fire didn't dirty his waist- length silver hair.
As he floated through the sky, he noticed a flash of silver-white hair, similar to his own, in a clearing and growled in annoyance. The youkai descended to the earth and captured the white, fluffy thing in one graceful motion. "Following me again, pup?" he asked in his lowest, most threatining voice.
The fluff ball looked up with slanted golden eyes; the color was rare among youkai, but both captor and captive had it. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes was the shape. Older, rounder gold glared down at young, slanted gold; an elegant eyebrow arched up. "Well, Sesshoumaru, speak up."
The little youkai curled his unusually fluffy tail tighter around himself and pushed the unruly silver bangs away from the crescent moon on his forehead before answering. "I wanted to hunt too; you said I could come this time. You promised. I've never hunted humans before." Sesshoumaru frowned gravely, or rather he tried. The expression was more pout than frown and brought a slight smile to the face of the older youkai.
"Well, it won't be said that Kibashiro, Great Demon of the Western Lands, can not keep his word. Tomorrow night we hunt."
Sesshoumaru looked at his hero with adoration shining from his eyes. "Really, Father? You won't forget?"
Kibashiro tousled his son's silky hair. "Of course not, pup. Nothing will keep from taking you on this hunt. Nothing at all."
~~Famous last words...~~