Time skip. Sesshomaru is about three or so in demon years.
Chapter Four: Capture
One day, the hunger just stopped. He no longer needed to eat. He didn't understand it, but he didn't waste time questioning it. In a way, it was a good thing. Not needing to eat would come in handy.
"My lady, the lord returns."
"What?"
The queen was sitting on her lord's throne at the clan. She'd been fantasizing about what it would be like if Toga no longer existed. If he died like Sesshomaru. That was when one f her guards had appeared with that dreadful news. She had yet to come up with an explanation for Sesshomaru's absence, and she didn't want to deal with her husband until she had. If she didn't play this exactly right, she would be the one who died.
"Where is he?"
"He's currently passing through the Eastern Lands. He'll be here in a matter of days. A week, at most."
Shit…
"Taro, bring me 'him.'"
"But m'lady-"
"Do it!"
"Yes ma'am!"
After that, Taro ran off inside to fetch one of her most fearsome warriors. An assassin without a name, known simply as "him' by most.
If this isn't done perfectly, it'll all be over. I have to be careful.
Sesshomaru quickly rounded the corner and kept running. He dodged another attack and jumped down the short ledge he suddenly found himself at.
"Get back here, runt!"
Without stopping to listen, he simply focused himself on landing on his feet. He managed to land on his feet for a moment, but before he even had a chance to blink he's slipped and fallen face-first into the snow. He gasped slightly and scrambled to his feet. He barely managed to get out of the way before his enemy stabbed his spear into the ground where he'd just been. Ignoring the instinct that said to run, he turned around and faced his enemy. His hair was hair was long and black, and was tied up at the end. (A/N like Neji Hyuuga's hair from Naruto.) His eyes were dark and menacing, and his mouth was twisted into an evil grin. (A/N basically, he looks like the First Hokage in Naruto, just without the headband.) Sesshomaru didn't know why he'd turned around. He couldn't fight that guy. He was too young to fight anything, really. He didn't have any training, and he didn't have much strength. The only thing that had kept him alive in this so-called "fight" was his amazing speed and his incredible intellect. While he was well aware and in control of his speed, he wasn't yet conscious of his mental ability. He unconsciously came up with a multitude of elaborate escape plans, things to throw his enemy off his trail. But his conscious mind didn't quite yet register these things, so all he could do was follow his instincts. And he did. Finally obeying the instinct telling him to run, he turned and dashed off into the trees before his enemy even had a chance to free his spear from the earth.
"Damn it!"
The kid was fast. He had to give him credit for that. But it didn't matter. He had a job to do, and he'd do it without fail.
If he's alive, I want you to find him and bring him back. And if he's dead… I want the body.
