A/N: Warning - the only tragic thing here is the quality.
This is kinda following the previous prompt.
Day 2 - Tragic / Grey
He was as perfect as a living creature could. His body was strong, agile and flawless his mind sharp and his skills without compare. He ruled over the West for two centuries, slowly strengthening and expanding his domain. Youkai fought each other to be his servants or allies. He was the ideal daiyoukai.
And yet, the things he desired most in life... He was denied all of them.
He waned to defeat his father, but instead had to watch him running away to die in protection of his little brother and his human mother.
He desired to wield the mighty Tessaiga and couldn't even hold it. His immense strength did nothing to help him bend the sword's iron will and the bond between the blade and Inuyasha.
And now, watching the hanyou and his little family camping in a forest on their way to visit a friend, he could once again clearly see that he was denied once more a thing he craved. How was it that the seemingly weak and worthless hanyou got all that he, Lord Sesshomaru couldn't obtain?
The fight that brought end to Inu no Taisho's rule. The sword that held the Great General's might, now even stronger than before. A family.
"Daddy!" he blinked when he heard a childish voice carrying on the wind. He saw a child of a few years running from the side of the human female that was Inuyasha's mate. The daiyoukai, standing behind a tree in a safe distance to avoid detection,watched the kid - a white-haired and dog-eared boy - running towards his father, who was standing in the nearby stream and filling a pot with water. "
He watched Inuyasha put the pot on the bank of the stream and caught he running boy before he could tumble in the water. His yukata was gray and looked rather plain, especially against the bright red of his father's kimono.
"What are you doing, kid, you get your clothes wet and your mom will skin me!" he exclaimed when the boy wrapped his arms around the hanyou's neck, laughing.
"That's right!" the woman called from beside the fire. "Come here, boys, the fish is almost ready!"
"Fish!" the boy perked up and tried to wiggle out of his father's grasp.
"Fish!" the aforementioned father bent down to grab the pot and carried it and his child to the woman.
Even from the distance the daiyoukai could clearly see and hear the little family sharing their meal, laughing and talking. Their life was simple, yet somehow it looked like it was bringing them more pleasure and satisfaction than the most expensive things and power.
How could this worthless half-breed have all that he, the powerful daiyoukai, could never have?
A flash of light caught his attention. It was a kanzashi in the shape of a flower with gemstones for petals that sat securely in the female's bun. It didn't look too expensive, but rather pretty.
It reminded the observing man different flowers - ones pale like death, a whole field of them surrounding the kneeling woman with which he had once wanted to build and conquer, bring forth formidable heirs to one day fight alongside him.
But the gemstones in the kanzashi were bright and colorful, turning his memories to an even further in the past, a hot summer day when a woman with eyes as red as blood wore a kimono adorned with flowers of similar splendor.
Now the kimono of pink silks was locked away, never to be worn again.
