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title: Tobasu Issei
author: InuNauseous
A/n: Special thanks goes out to my friend gABRIEL for pulling me out of my writers block and helping me with a crucial part of this chapter.
Chapter two:
The late InuTashio's palace which was once bustling and busy with various artisans, ambassadors and servants, among other employees was now a barren and silent sanctuary that housed only the detached shell that was Sesshoumaru.
Outside, in the vast luscious fields, Rin was picking flowers accompanied by Jyaken as usual. Sesshoumaru watched them quietly through the window and sighed to himself softly. The three had just returned home from another long expedition across Edo and the youkai lord was content finally back at home. During their journey Rin had baffled him by questioning why he had never taken a mate. Jyaken quickly hushed her before Sesshoumaru could recover and think of an answer.
For the first time Sesshoumaru was actually wondering what it would be like to have a mate. After a moment of consideration he supposed he wouldn't mind having a pup to raise and his own wife to care for. The youkai lord immediately banished the thoughts, dismissing them as a mere take over of primitive instincts. It was weak and silly for a powerful youkai like him to wish for such things.
Sesshoumaru tensed as the room filled with a strange energy as if electricity saturated the air. He breifly wondered if there was another youkai intruding on his grounds. That thought alone enraged the demon lord enough to turn his eyes red, completing the first step in his transformation.
The wind held a strange sent. A sweet, pungent fragrance of lotus blossoms filled the breeze, faintly at first then grew stronger. Jyaken and Rin outside were a distant memory as he found himself enthralled with the scent. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and basked in the aroma, fully taking advantage of it. As a calm and tranquil feeling washed over him, he found he couldn't summon the energy to move. At the moment he couldn't care less if he could move or not. InuYasha could be kneeling before him, offering the Tetsaiga and the youkai wouldn't dare break his trance.
As quickly as the scent filled the room it abruptly faded, much to Sesshoumaru's disappointment. He rose to his feet and let his nose guide him to where the lotus fragrance was returning until it lead him to the entrance to a long forgotten part of his castle.
Sesshoumaru was hesitant to enter. He had many memories of going down these halls to his mother's chambers long before InuYasha was born or his father took that human mate. The youkai lord could still remember just after her death and his father telling him to never disturb these corridors again.
The lotus aroma hung only faintly in the air now. His keen sense of smell could just barely make out the scent.
The passageway was concealed in shadows and dark spirits from long ago. Sesshoumaru continued to march on through the hall until he finally stood before the large wood doors of his mothers chambers.
Sesshoumaru's ears twitched at the sound of movement in the room. Fury immediately consumed him, making him growl in anger. How dare anyone invade his home and disturb his mother's memory. He set one hand on the hilt of the Toukijin, preparing to use it to exact his wrath.
With an unsurpassable surge of strength and speed the door burst open.
_____
"Mom!" The various contents of an obviously loaded closet were tossed aimlessly across a bedroom which was clad in numerous posters and pictures. The original colors pastel blue of the wall was only visible through the few rips and tares in the posters.
"MOM! Have you seen my-" A squeal of delight erupted from a girl's lips as she pulled what was once a cd player from the chaos in her closet.
"Never mind!" She called to her mother as carelessly threw it into her backpack, which was in even worse shape then the cd player, while books labeled, Geometry, Chemistry and English lay forgotten under a stack of papers.
She quickly made her decent downstairs, passing by pictures of Japanese calligraphy and sumi on the walls, not paying them any mind.
The girl seated her self at the table, picking up a pair of elaborate chop sticks next to a plate of eggs and bacon and inspecting them thoroughly before twisting them into thick curls of midnight black hair, streaked with bright red and blue until it finally wrapped into a messy bun held together only by the sticks.
A glare immediately came to Tomoe's face as she shook a batter covered spatula at the girl.
"Honestly, Megumi!" She shrieked, "Can you go five minutes without disrespecting your heritage?"
The girl shrugged lazily as she selected a fork and stabbed a strip of bacon, "Mom.. I've never even been to Japan. Why should I follow some stupid customs that I'll never have to use."
Megumi's teeth sunk into the meat as she thought quietly to herself. Her parents refused to return back to their homeland, yet they demanded she learn the traditions. After many years Tomoe and Motoki gave up on teaching her their native language instead of the vulgar words mumbled in English.
Her thoughts were interrupted as two young boys dashed down the stairs and wolfed down the contents on two separate plates next to her. The boy's faces were identical of course, being twins.
A growl flowed from Megumi's throat as the elder of the boys snatched her breakfast off her plate.
The younger twin, Sekando handed her a brown parcel, covered in faded stamps and aged paper, "The federal express guy dropped this off." he said simply as Megumi started tearing it apart eagerly.
"My birthday's not for a month and the gifts are already pouring in." The last sections of paper were finally torn away to reveal a bamboo box carved with Japanese inscriptions and illustrations. No matter how much effort she applied the silver latch refused to release.
Megumi's nose wrinkled in dissatisfaction, "A box? What kind of crappy gift is a box??"
The twins promptly pushed her from the chair and hastily towards the door, "The bus is gonna be here soon!" they said in unison.
In their rush to the door their bus rapidly sped past. The trio quickly sprinted after it in hopes the driver would notice them and stop. As they scurried to the bus Megumi's foot tripped on a stray plastic lawn gnome sending her and her possessions into a jumbled chaotic mess on the concrete. As she scrambled to get her belongings in order she noticed the latch of the mysterious box had been damaged in the fall. After thoroughly inspecting it she sighed in relief as the only thing injured was the latch. The small container opened easily, emitting a small squeak. Inside, cushioned on plush silk rested a ring of pure red jade lined with gold edging and silver Japanese characters.
Megumi's fingers slid over the cool jade, wondering what the characters meant and cursing herself for never paying attention when her father was teaching her the ancient writing. She guided it easily over her left ring finger, delighted as it fit perfectly around her slender digits.
Any enchantment with the ring was abruptly brought to a halt as a gust of wind nearly knocked her from her feet. The smell of old death flooded her senses as the wind encircled her, making her sight blur.
She closed her eyes for an instant, trying to clear her head and the images around her. When her eyes opened once more she was greeted with unfamiliar surroundings. Panic and confusion swept over her. The room looked ancient. Like an illustration she had seen in her history book. Woven mats and delicate silks lined the room making it look extravagant. She clumsily stumbled over to a mat and sat down. Her eyes swept over the ring once more and realized that things were normal until she slipped it on. Megumi tried to tug it off desperately.
As the ring fell from her finger, Megumi disappeared, and Sesshoumaru burst through the door.
title: Tobasu Issei
author: InuNauseous
A/n: Special thanks goes out to my friend gABRIEL for pulling me out of my writers block and helping me with a crucial part of this chapter.
Chapter two:
The late InuTashio's palace which was once bustling and busy with various artisans, ambassadors and servants, among other employees was now a barren and silent sanctuary that housed only the detached shell that was Sesshoumaru.
Outside, in the vast luscious fields, Rin was picking flowers accompanied by Jyaken as usual. Sesshoumaru watched them quietly through the window and sighed to himself softly. The three had just returned home from another long expedition across Edo and the youkai lord was content finally back at home. During their journey Rin had baffled him by questioning why he had never taken a mate. Jyaken quickly hushed her before Sesshoumaru could recover and think of an answer.
For the first time Sesshoumaru was actually wondering what it would be like to have a mate. After a moment of consideration he supposed he wouldn't mind having a pup to raise and his own wife to care for. The youkai lord immediately banished the thoughts, dismissing them as a mere take over of primitive instincts. It was weak and silly for a powerful youkai like him to wish for such things.
Sesshoumaru tensed as the room filled with a strange energy as if electricity saturated the air. He breifly wondered if there was another youkai intruding on his grounds. That thought alone enraged the demon lord enough to turn his eyes red, completing the first step in his transformation.
The wind held a strange sent. A sweet, pungent fragrance of lotus blossoms filled the breeze, faintly at first then grew stronger. Jyaken and Rin outside were a distant memory as he found himself enthralled with the scent. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and basked in the aroma, fully taking advantage of it. As a calm and tranquil feeling washed over him, he found he couldn't summon the energy to move. At the moment he couldn't care less if he could move or not. InuYasha could be kneeling before him, offering the Tetsaiga and the youkai wouldn't dare break his trance.
As quickly as the scent filled the room it abruptly faded, much to Sesshoumaru's disappointment. He rose to his feet and let his nose guide him to where the lotus fragrance was returning until it lead him to the entrance to a long forgotten part of his castle.
Sesshoumaru was hesitant to enter. He had many memories of going down these halls to his mother's chambers long before InuYasha was born or his father took that human mate. The youkai lord could still remember just after her death and his father telling him to never disturb these corridors again.
The lotus aroma hung only faintly in the air now. His keen sense of smell could just barely make out the scent.
The passageway was concealed in shadows and dark spirits from long ago. Sesshoumaru continued to march on through the hall until he finally stood before the large wood doors of his mothers chambers.
Sesshoumaru's ears twitched at the sound of movement in the room. Fury immediately consumed him, making him growl in anger. How dare anyone invade his home and disturb his mother's memory. He set one hand on the hilt of the Toukijin, preparing to use it to exact his wrath.
With an unsurpassable surge of strength and speed the door burst open.
_____
"Mom!" The various contents of an obviously loaded closet were tossed aimlessly across a bedroom which was clad in numerous posters and pictures. The original colors pastel blue of the wall was only visible through the few rips and tares in the posters.
"MOM! Have you seen my-" A squeal of delight erupted from a girl's lips as she pulled what was once a cd player from the chaos in her closet.
"Never mind!" She called to her mother as carelessly threw it into her backpack, which was in even worse shape then the cd player, while books labeled, Geometry, Chemistry and English lay forgotten under a stack of papers.
She quickly made her decent downstairs, passing by pictures of Japanese calligraphy and sumi on the walls, not paying them any mind.
The girl seated her self at the table, picking up a pair of elaborate chop sticks next to a plate of eggs and bacon and inspecting them thoroughly before twisting them into thick curls of midnight black hair, streaked with bright red and blue until it finally wrapped into a messy bun held together only by the sticks.
A glare immediately came to Tomoe's face as she shook a batter covered spatula at the girl.
"Honestly, Megumi!" She shrieked, "Can you go five minutes without disrespecting your heritage?"
The girl shrugged lazily as she selected a fork and stabbed a strip of bacon, "Mom.. I've never even been to Japan. Why should I follow some stupid customs that I'll never have to use."
Megumi's teeth sunk into the meat as she thought quietly to herself. Her parents refused to return back to their homeland, yet they demanded she learn the traditions. After many years Tomoe and Motoki gave up on teaching her their native language instead of the vulgar words mumbled in English.
Her thoughts were interrupted as two young boys dashed down the stairs and wolfed down the contents on two separate plates next to her. The boy's faces were identical of course, being twins.
A growl flowed from Megumi's throat as the elder of the boys snatched her breakfast off her plate.
The younger twin, Sekando handed her a brown parcel, covered in faded stamps and aged paper, "The federal express guy dropped this off." he said simply as Megumi started tearing it apart eagerly.
"My birthday's not for a month and the gifts are already pouring in." The last sections of paper were finally torn away to reveal a bamboo box carved with Japanese inscriptions and illustrations. No matter how much effort she applied the silver latch refused to release.
Megumi's nose wrinkled in dissatisfaction, "A box? What kind of crappy gift is a box??"
The twins promptly pushed her from the chair and hastily towards the door, "The bus is gonna be here soon!" they said in unison.
In their rush to the door their bus rapidly sped past. The trio quickly sprinted after it in hopes the driver would notice them and stop. As they scurried to the bus Megumi's foot tripped on a stray plastic lawn gnome sending her and her possessions into a jumbled chaotic mess on the concrete. As she scrambled to get her belongings in order she noticed the latch of the mysterious box had been damaged in the fall. After thoroughly inspecting it she sighed in relief as the only thing injured was the latch. The small container opened easily, emitting a small squeak. Inside, cushioned on plush silk rested a ring of pure red jade lined with gold edging and silver Japanese characters.
Megumi's fingers slid over the cool jade, wondering what the characters meant and cursing herself for never paying attention when her father was teaching her the ancient writing. She guided it easily over her left ring finger, delighted as it fit perfectly around her slender digits.
Any enchantment with the ring was abruptly brought to a halt as a gust of wind nearly knocked her from her feet. The smell of old death flooded her senses as the wind encircled her, making her sight blur.
She closed her eyes for an instant, trying to clear her head and the images around her. When her eyes opened once more she was greeted with unfamiliar surroundings. Panic and confusion swept over her. The room looked ancient. Like an illustration she had seen in her history book. Woven mats and delicate silks lined the room making it look extravagant. She clumsily stumbled over to a mat and sat down. Her eyes swept over the ring once more and realized that things were normal until she slipped it on. Megumi tried to tug it off desperately.
As the ring fell from her finger, Megumi disappeared, and Sesshoumaru burst through the door.