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Prologue Part 2: Sesshomaru

What is it with people thinking that if you're rich, that you are automatically happy? Because whoever first came up with that is an idiot. Of course, there is that study that money does buy happiness, about 1.7 million dollars that is.

Of course, for those already rich, all the money in the world can't make you happy. That's the way it is for me.

Although if anyone else knew, they would all be confused. I? The most popular guy at my school?

The captain of the soccer, football, baseball, and basketball teams?

The guy that all the girls (and a few guys) want?

No. They would all just look stunned for a few seconds, and then "catch on" to the joke, and play along with it. Of course you can't exactly depend on them, they don't know any better. None of them do.

Of course, the main reason that I am popular is because I'm filthy, stinking rich. The other is because I am not that bad in the looks department. Of course, there was that guy who told me that the reason his girlfriend broke up with him was because I was so freakin' hot, that she decided to pursue a new love interest.

But was that really my fault? The poor guy tried to practically kill me for being the cause of his heartache, but I care more about my reputation then a few broken bones, especially if they are someone else's.

I have the perfect grades, the perfect social ranking, the perfect family…

Well, scratch that last part. My family is far from perfect. As it turns out, my mother, isn't my real mother. She's my stepmother. My real mother died when I was around 1 years old, but I can still remember her. She was beautiful, and my father loved him very much, but then she was diagnosed with breast cancer soon after I was born. She put up a good fight for the early years of my life, but when I was one, she just couldn't take the strain anymore.

She had given up. She gave up on my father, and she gave up on me. Why? I do not know. Perhaps she was just too tired, or perhaps she just didn't want to take life anymore. But for whatever reason, she gave up. And I will never forgive her for that.

My father remarried shortly afterwards, to a woman named Izayoi. She's a beautiful woman, but never will be as beautiful as my mother. Less than a year after they were married, when I was 2, my younger brother, Inuyasha was born. As soon as he could walk we could not get along. I was always the intellectual one. He was always the brash, inconsiderate, impulsive, and above all stubborn. Of course Izayoi always said that all the Taisho men were always stubborn, and had bad tempers.

Father has always able to control his tongue, but when you can get him mad enough, might I suggest running far away. As for Inuyasha, he has always been an ass. He has the worst temper imaginable, and can be engaged in a full-out fighting match as soon as less than one syllable comes flying out of his mouth. My temper has always been kept under control, an advantage that keeps Inuyasha furious, and my peers crazy. But when I do get angry, something that has only happened once, is something that no one within 5,000-mile range is safe from.

Yes, it is that bad. The only one that had been able to calm me down was my little sister Rin. She was only one at the time, and I was twelve. Inuyasha ten. And my parents were nowhere to be found.

What had happened was, really, all a blur to me. I was angry with Inuyasha, angrier than I ever had been before. From what I remember, I discovered that one of the family's inheritance, an inheritance that should have been mine, was instead to be given to Inuyasha. I knew, that that was my birthright, and I deserved it. But did they listen? No, I got stuck with a lesser inheritance that Inuyasha should have gotten. The day I found out about that, I was struck with such a fury, that I was being consumed by it.

I felt my nails and hair get longer. My nails became sharp, like several knives, and my hair was well past my waist before it would stop. My eyes we're swimming with red, and then all I could see was red. I thought nothing, only to…to kill.

I saw Inuyasha in front of me, but to me, he was not my little brother anymore, but my opponent, my enemy, my prey. It was like I was in a dream now that I reflect back on it.

I raised my hand, and I brought it down with so much power that it was amazing. It was exhilarating. I liked it. I adored the amount of power that was coursing through every fiber in my being. I raised it again, and I let the power exit my hand again. Inuyasha screamed, and he reeled backwards. I stepped forward again, and kept on hurting him, over and over again. It got so bad, that he was unconscious before I was finished with him.

I was about to deliver the final blow, the blow that would kill him, when my little sister stepped in. 'Sesshy? What are you dooin?' I stared at the little girl in front of me. She looked at me gently, and asked me again, 'What are you dooin?'

I stepped back, perceiving this little girl as a threat. I do not know why, because with the power that I had, I knew I could easily kill her. But I didn't want to. I cared about this little girl, and the other one too, though I hated to admit it. I looked back at the other figure. He was dying, and he was bleeding like Hell. All at once, I felt guilty. I stared back at the little girl in front of me.

'Why are you hurtink Inoowasha?' she asked. 'I, I don't know,' I replied huskily. I felt ashamed of myself. I didn't really want to hurt him. I didn't like what was happening. I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood. All at once, my vision was clearing, and everything was going back to normal.

My hair and nails returned to their original length, and my eyes to their original color. 'Sesshy back?' she asked. Now I recognized her. It was my little sister. 'Yes,' I said, still shaken up a bit. 'Yes, I am back.' Rin smiled, and embraced me in a bear hug.

My father came back along with my mother, holding the groceries. My father was furious. He was yelling and screaming at me, while my head was hung in shame. However, my stepmother was much more sympathetic. 'Dear, he just wasn't ready to know the truth. He's too young to be expected to handle his powers. Now let's get Inuyasha here to the hospital.' And with that, we took Inuyasha to the hospital. He was there for a week before they finally released him. I said I was sorry, but he stayed away from me for a long time afterwards. To be honest, I doubt that father had even told him that he was the heir instead of me, and that was why he was so angry.

My father then decided to tell me that I was a demon. At first I was confused. I had thought that demons were evil creatures who would posses people. But they corrected me. That was a different type of demon. I was from a race of demons that people didn't know even existed. Dad was a demon, and mother was a demon. But Inuyasha was a half-demon, because Izayoi was a human. I thought that Rin at first was a half-demon as well, but my stepmother told me that the first child of a demon and a human is always the half-demon, but that the second and/or third is always a human.

So here I am, seventeen and a junior in high school. I am the seemingly perfect person. But am I really the perfect person?

I believe that the answer is no. No one is. And to tell you the truth, I have always felt that someone has been missing from my life.

Someone that can understand me, someone who can be there for me. I'm not talking about those crazy whores at my school who throw themselves in my path everyday. I mean someone who I can relate too, and I feel that I won't be happy until I can meet that someone.

Then again, what difference would it make even if I did meet the person that could do all of this? Something would happen, and I would be in the exact same situation as I am in now. I guess that I'll always be this miserable. Me, Sesshomaru Taisho.

Money can by happiness for some people, but for others

you can be left just as miserable as before.

A.N. Well there's the second part of the prologue, hope you like. Same as before, 5 reviews or no more story for you.