Title: Torn Wings
Rating: T (Will go up in future chapters)
Paring: SessKag
Warning: Language, violence, and perhaps sexual reference in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters nor the story plot line I will be using. All credit goes to it's respectful owners.
Summary: "..Do you understand the consequences of your actions, Sesshoumaru-Sama?" The small room hushed down to a quiet murmur. His teeth clenched, almost painfully, though his face expressed nothing. He had long ago stopped struggling against the bindings that prevented him from moving, deeming it useless. His fate was sealed. "I do."
A/N:: It is safe to say that you most likely won't understand much completely from this chapter. It'll become much clearer in the following ones-which hopefully will be a tad longer. Also, if you've already read the prologue beforehand, I want to note that I made some changes to it. Such as the name spoken at the end. It fits more for what I have in mind now.
Chapter 1: Poppies
Three... Four... Five times the thin cellular device shook upon the old and bare mahogany table, it's vibrations muffled by the gentle Spanish music that wafted throughout the barely lit room and out the small window-where the sun's awakening rays just barely managed to touch with it's warm glow. Reflecting off the glass softly, the dim light stretched and bounced off the melting ice cubes sitting in amber liquid, it's touch fleeting yet coy. The just audible 'tink' of the the ice shifting within the cup joined the music and insistent rumbling as a pair of eyes watched with lazy disinterest. Slowly, yet surely, the glass was tilted increasingly to the left, the amber liquid within having little choice but to run along the smooth surface before stopping just before the brim...
Rising, a slim hand reached forward to grasp the still shaking phone and flipped it open, For a brief moment, it was suspended in the air, motionless, before slowly descending and settling gently against an ear hidden beneath tangled silver locks. Amber gaze lifting away from the abandoned cup, it's contents remaining untouched, it rested on the plotted plant sitting innocently at the window stil on the opposite end of the room. The intense red of the poppies seemed almost out of place-almost.
"... What is it?" A low, timber voice broke the silence almost reluctantly, forcing open cracked lips. On the other end, there was nothing in return for the shortest of moments before the faint rustle of clothing could be heard.
"I almost thought you weren't going to answer, my friend."
"I wasn't."
There was a soft chuckle. "Lively as ever, I see."
"Make your point, Houshi," the low voice ordered.
"I found you a most... promising client."
Reaching forward, he grasped the glass cup which had been left in peace on the table near his chair and lifted the brim to his lips. The liquid burned his throat, and the acute taste left on his tongue was bitter, yet it served to complete it's purpose. Head resting back, tired amber eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled inaudibly. "Speak."
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