Part 1: Just One Yesterday…


I Do Not Own Inuyasha


Beginning: Start; The point in time or space at which something starts, comes into existence, or is first encountered…


Prologue 1

Sesshomaru lay there in the moonlight with the two headed dragon she had given him as a gift once so long ago, silently wondering how long it had been since he had last seen her.

A long time, he could barely remember her face.

But her eyes, they pierced his mind, his soul, his being, his heart and him, he could never forget those fearless, loving eyes. His gaze slid down to where his brother and the miko were meeting at the well, his well, his waiting spot. Disgusted with this midnight rendezvous he leapt through the trees chasing the moon.

Where was she!?


The news of Inuyasha being pinned to a tree by that miko had not come as a shock to him. His idiotic brother had clearly taken after their father in many ways so of course he'd fall for the one human he shouldn't. Sesshomaru was not surprised, just disappointed, he had so looked forward to defeating the brat once and for all.

But at least now he could wait here in peace.


Where the hell was she!? She should be with him now, Sesshomaru ignored Jaken who was hissing at him to leave. He did not particularly care for the kappa but it appeared the kappa could provide him some entertainment while he waited for her return to him. It was strange, he had no interest in his pack or his responsiblities though he'd handle them when he had to but he was most fascinated with this…feeling. Something good was coming, it was as if she were back in his life with him again.

Great Kami did he miss her!


He hated those cats!

He loathed, he despised, he plotted their demise if they should ever come on his territory again. He had hated them the first time when he had been a pup and he hated them even more as he threw the she-cat yōkai named Tōran off of himself. Rolling to his feet he didn't bother with a growl as she hissed and lunged at him. Her icy powers were irritating him as he unleashed his light whip.

He could not let these cats take over his territory.

He could not lose the well!


Fury boiled through him as he stared at the strange girl who emerged from the well. That was not his! She wasn't his and there was no way anyone could convince him differently! Her eyes were all wrong! Her eyes were too scared, too timid, too plain, and too fucking blue to be her eyes. A growl erupted from him as he stood in his tree ignoring the humans who were hurrying to the commotion.

The girl was not his, he knew this as he watched her wander to his idiot brother.

The fury and pain he felt knew no bounds as he enveloped himself with light and flew through the forest. He did not care about THAT girl, she could perish for all he cared because she was not the right girl. The wrong girl had come through the well, and worse she had come for Inuyasha. The pain coursing through him would not stop. Now he wanted to destroy Inuyasha, he'd need the Tetsusaiga for that job.

Damn Inuyasha for everything!

It was all his fucking fault anyway so he'd get the brunt of Sesshomaru's fury. Sesshomaru stopped himself as he stared down at the river and at himself. She wouldn't want him to hate, but it couldn't be helped. She wasn't here to love him so how the fuck was he supposed to act!

All he knew was that she was not dead, she was never dead, if anything she was always there in the back of his mind like a ghost of a thought or a whisper of a memory. Internally he sighed, he missed her. Perhaps gaining Tetsusaiga would bring her back to him, the Tenseiga wasn't working so why not try to take the Tetsusaiga?


Finding the Tetsusaiga had proven difficult, his father had truly made the task difficult but he had succeeded in finding the blasted thing. Now all he needed to do was get it and kill Inuyasha and the wrong girl so he could continue his wait for the right girl. The fury boiling in him at the sight of the wrong girl knew no bounds.

She was not his!

And she dared to come through the well and for his fucking brother no less! She pulled the fang from its little pedestal and now was his chance to strike her down! The wench had pulled the sword out for him now he just needed to kill her and take it!

Poison dripped from his claws as he killed her, no human could've survived that! The bitch had died a death fitting for having taken what was his, now it was his brother's turn.

Turning he attacked his brother who appeared to mourn the human girl, not that he cared, his brother had no right to grieve! He had no right to speak of pain or of loss because he had not been waiting for a fucking eternity for the possibility to get what was his back. The anger in Sesshomaru lost it's bounds as he transformed when the girl emerged unscathed from where he had killed her. How the hell had she survived!

Sesshomaru didn't care how she had survived! He wanted her dead! Then he'd kill his brother! Roaring in anger he launched himself at them as they clambered out of InuTaisho's grave. There would be no escaping him, there'd be no mercy from him because that girl was the wrong one and she had had no right to come out of the well he had been waiting at for an eternity!

To his frustration his brother was a better protector than he had anticipated. The pain from losing his left arm was so intense he had to retreat from the fight or face death and if he died then no one could save her.


Sesshomaru sat under the tree thinking of her again when those pitiful humans surrounded him. The light sound of the flute reached his ears, she had been fond of the flute not that she could play it. He remembered that clearly.

"Jaken, move," Sesshomaru ordered as his eyes snapped open at the sight of the humans surrounding him with their pitiful weapons loaded and aimed for him. The flute's music was beautiful and sad, she'd have liked it and he hoped she'd continue to play the instrument.

"FIRE!" the human leader shouted.

He would not die before he saved her.

With his right arm he slashed through the air as iron balls from the human weapons were thrown at him. Light emerged from his fingertips to slice through all the threats. He was injured not crippled! He would not be his father and die at the hands of pitiful humans! The fury coursing through him then had his attack destroying all that threatened him. When the attack was over he lifted his head to the wind.

The flute was gone now.

What a shame, he had been enjoying it. Turning he walked away leaving only the pitiful human leader alive. He did not much care about what humans did to themselves but he wished the flute player would play again. It was such a lovely tune.

She'd have liked it.


Sesshomaru had never trusted that spider, he hated the spider but he hated the blue eyed bitch and his brother more because they had taken what was his. Apparently no one else but his idiot brother and that weird miko could travel through his well. And in his pain and fury he had unwisely trusted Naraku, taking that human arm to steal Tetsusaiga to kill Inuyasha and that bitch.

Now here he was without Tetsusaiga and a burning arm. He wrenched the dead arm off his own and threw the jewel to the Saimyōshō. Fuck this!

All he wanted was for the right girl to come through that well. The girl with bright eyes, a smile which stole his frozen, dead heart, and a scent even he could not resist but had difficulty following.

Closing his eyes he remembered the girl's bright brown eyes.

All he wanted…

Was her.


Sesshomaru was tired, he was tired of waiting for her, he was tired of waiting, he was tired of Inuyasha and that miko, he was tired of Tōtōsai's cryptic reasons for not helping him or forging a weapon he could use to destroy those pests. But mostly he was tired of feeling alone.

Now he lay underneath a different tree healing yet again and alone. Perhaps this time he could be lucky and die, she wasn't here for him so why live? What the hell was there for him to live for?

Something in him stirred then.

There was a rustle.

He couldn't die, not like this. She was counting on him. He couldn't just leave her to die alone.

There was another rustle.

A faintly familiar yet different translucent scent wafted through the air into his nose. It was the scent that made him think of her, her scent always made him think of the river or a good rain storm.

There was yet another rustle before he launched himself up into sitting position snarling fiercely.

His eyes were read, his marks jagged, his fangs elongated and his temper running hot.

There was a gasp, he continued his growling at the intruder.


That's all for now folks!

Enjoy Never Be the Same! =)