Chapter Two:
Sesshoumaru, a young demon who will be Lord at the age of 135, looks to the tall demoness in front of him. He had never seen his mother cry before, it was unbecoming for a demon especially one of her status. So what caused these tears of mourning?
He watched his mother solemnly, unsure of how to take care of this situation for it had never come up before. Her long silvery white hair glistened from the moonlight streaking through the gap in the window as her face was buried within her hands with her elbows on the table. The sight of his beyond beautiful mother, who was always so strong and poised for battle within this time of war, crying over another apparition she had vexed him. He didn't know who he should blame for making her sad because, truthfully, he couldn't, it hadn't happened yet.
He shook off his hesitance and kneeled beside his mother on the tatami mat floors and placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to tense at his presence. She leaned back from the desk and wiped the tears away on her smooth porcelain cheeks, abruptly stood up on her two feet, then looked to her son. Her demeanor sharp and indifferent, almost as if nothing had happened.
"What is troubling you Oka-san?" Sesshoumaru asked, though his boyish voice of a young teenager was particularly cold and indifferent, his golden piercing eyes glimmered with a faint trace of sympathy.
"Nothing…it's just…your father." She replied before she turned from him to exit her study. Sesshoumaru watched her silently, an emotion incomprehensible flashing across his demeanor for only a split moment before it faded.
It was night fall, the dark shadows of the trees swaying in the breeze as Mikane gazed out over the hilltops of the coming battlefield, her long silvery bangs shadowing her eyes from view as the sounds of screaming and terror calloused the peaceful, yet somber skies.
"Sesshoumaru." She murmured just loud enough for him to hear. The fully grown Sesshoumaru, now 230 years old, stood beside his mother and saw the battlefield himself. He turned to his mother.
"Where is father?" Sesshoumaru asked with a cold tone. "Is he not promised to fight the demons of China?"
"He is not coming. He is with Izayoi." Mikane replied, her shoulders shuddered as the name of the human woman who stole her mate's heart away from her crossed her lips.
"Then I will fight in his stead." Sesshoumaru said as the bitter smell of his green poison filled both of their noses.
"I will not stop you, but leave their leader to me." She unsheathed her sword from the tie around her obi. Mikane's blood red kimono shimmering in the night, contrasting to the light blue kimono underneath. Her shimmering long silver hair that reached to her knees was tied up in a high ponytail with flowers tied around the band. Her attire alone did not seem to suit the battle scene.
With a large leap, she landed onto the blood-stained earth. Demons surrounded her as Sesshoumaru followed suit, his long green whip lashing through the herds of lowly demons. Cries of horror and pain screeched through their ears as Mikane used her long blade that was almost bigger than herself.
Swing, swing, blood spurting, body parts flying, arms, legs, heads, continuing onward until nothing was left but the crimson eyed dog demons. Mother and son. Lady and Prince without their Lord.
Silence filled the air as all the cries halted abruptly, the wind picked up higher, a tornado lashing out at the earth. The eye of the tornado stood the leader of the invasion.
"Menomaru…" Mikane seethed under her breath before halting in her steps, allowing the tornado to draw her in, but never leaving ground.
"Mikane-san, Lady of the Western Provinces and mate to Inutaisho. What a pleasure to be facing you for the first time. But may I ask, where is Inutaisho?"
"You weren't even worth his breath." She replied hotly before gripping the hilt of her sword and slashing at his body horizontally, but missing by a strand of a hair. The tall demon from China grimaced as a cut through his armor caused the entire chest plate to crumble.
"Feisty, aren't we?" Menomaru said as his face went cold, his eyes flooding into the familiar crimson color before hundreds of moths circled around him, creating a mist that became to thick to see. Mikane frowned slightly before focusing her aura around the perimeter.
Sesshoumaru had transformed long a go, his silvery-white mane dripping in the blood of hundreds of demons as his large jaw panted as blood dripped down his fangs. More demons began to appear as the thick mist began to thicken, the image of his mother disappearing beneath the gray layers made him only a little concerned. She was a very powerful and honorable female demon that will not be taken down so easily. Or so he thought.
He could sense his father's presence drawing nearer and in a matter of moments, Inutaisho stood beside his transformed son. Tetsusaiga was drawn and with a wave of his blade, the demons became nothing but ash.
"Where is your mother?" Inutaisho asked, his tone sounding worried. Sesshoumaru transformed back into his humanoid form and looked to his father.
"In there." Sesshoumaru said and Inutaisho did not hesitate before he ran into gray fog of moths.
Inutaisho stood over Mikane, her limp form on the cold hard earth beginning to sink into his realization. Menomaru was trapped in his seal and shouldn't be of any concern for several hundred years, but it came with a price. The dog demon Lord had arrived too late. Mikane was dead.
He kneeled beside her body, not aware of her blood soaking his clothing as he lifted her from off of the ground. Footsteps came to Inutaisho's ears as he held his deceased mate and the smell of his son came to his nose.
"Is she dead?" Sesshoumaru asked, his demeanor was unearthly cold, especially now that his mother is dead.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru. Your mother has parted this world." Inutaisho replied, his voice shook slightly as his hands shook in sorrow, anger, and regret. "I should have been here sooner. Then maybe she wouldn't have…"
"Silence, father. Your words are of no use now." Sesshoumaru said as he kneeled down in front of Inutaisho and took his mother's form from his father's hold. Sesshoumaru stood on his feet and his eyes gazed coldly at his father for the first time, no longer eyes of silent admiration that came from a young boy, but of a man who will never forgive his father.
Sesshoumaru turned his back on Inutaisho, clutching his mother as her bloodied sword slipped from her fingers and landed on the cold earth.
"You killed her, Otou-san." Sesshoumaru whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Inutaisho completely froze in any movement, his heart missing a beat at the words of his only son. "You and your human mistress."
Sesshoumaru buried her underneath the Sakura blossoms just outside of the castle gates. Her tombstone carved in the Japanese characters of her name and her role in life before she died, under that, her favorite saying.
Foul is fair as fair is foul.
Sesshoumaru fingered the small flower in his had, the soft pink pedals fluttering as the soft breeze brushed by the tall figure within the trees. Sakura blossoms glided from the trees to flow around the atmosphere to fall upon the green grass. He let the stem of the flower fall from his fingers and the pink flower fell to the grave of his mother that he buried alone.