The Dark Side of the Moon
~o.O~O.o~ Flashback: Tori ~o.O~O.o~
A small young demon no older than a hundred years with the face of a little seven year old ran around the southern palace looking for the other half to his moon; his twin and the exact opposite of him. His long black hair swayed behind him as he ran through the gardens. He wore a black pair of hakamas with a white haori and dark gray vest while his feet were bare.
"Kagome!" he calls looking out into the large garden that was full of all types of flowers and trees. He jumps onto the only stone bench and cups his little pale fingers around his mouth calling once more for his sister. "Kagome…Kagome where are you?!" he drops his hands to his side clinching them in fists. Fat tears fill his cobalt colored eyes but he blinks them away.
His father's unkind, emotionless voice echoing throughout his mind. "Crying is a show of weakness. Never cry or your enemies will think you weak,"
The young demon nods to himself before jumping of the bench and racing into the palace. Many of the servants step out of the way not wanting to get in the young prince Tori's way.
Tori run once more through the whole palace and still he could not find his sister. He was worried, he hadn't seen her or their mother since Sesshomaru's visit yesterday.
With a huff the young demon sits himself at the top of the black marble stairs holding his head in his hands. He sits there for only a few minutes when the sound of glass shattering causes him to jump and look over to his father's study at the end of the south wing.
The doors to the study were larger made of dark wood with carvings of great black dogs, and the southern simple. Around the doors the walls were white with white trim. There were two vases, one on either side of the doors both on white wooden stands. Both vases were black with rich velvet designs on them within the vases were random bright flowers.
More glass breaking cause the boy to jump once more causing his little body to tremble from the fear he felt clawing at his racing heart. Though he was scared he slowly moved closer to the doors. His father's snarling angry voice filling his ears along with his mother's pleads for forgiveness.
The boy's brow fuses together as he leans closer to the door.
"Why?!" his father snarls.
"My son deserves to be the heir. It is his right as firstborn," His mother's soft yet angry voice snaps.
"No this land is mine and I choose her you have no say in this matter and as for arranging her a mate no I will not allow it!" he growls.
"She has no right to one day rule these lands, if we mate her to one of the heirs of other lands we could form a truce," his mother says trying to make father look at it from her view.
"There is no need for a truce and why? Why must you push our daughter away?" his father asks his voice full of sadness.
"That thing is not my daughter!" His mother snarls and there is a sound of snapping wood and shattering glass. "I am glad I sent that child away…for she will never be my daughter!" spat his mother.
"You bitch, what have you done?!" orders his father with an angry snarl and smashing of wood.
"I bet you wish you knew." Spat his mother. Her voice laced with venom.
"You will tell me bitch or you will see the other end of this blade," his father warned/threatened.
"Y-You wouldn't…" his mother's voice trembled.
"Try me," his father snarled. The sound of his father unsheathing his sword fills the already frightened young demon's ears. The little demon was not filled with worry only hate and anger…for his mother. Not only did she take away his sister but his best friend.
"B-but I'm your mate!" shrieked his trembling mother's voice.
"You are not the woman I was once in love with!"
"Please...Please," begged his mother.
"Bitch one wrong move and your life is mine. Now tell me what have you done with my daughter?!" his father's growls out. Tori could picture his father's narrowed silvery black eyes on his mother as she cowered before him. Her bright eyes filled with tears as she eyed the sharpened sword that was pointed at her; the same sword that father had protected them with many times.
"I-I sealed her powers and sent her to another time," his mother voice still trembling as she continued. "Please…I can get her back,"
"Too late!" snarled his father but his mother had started chanting. Tori covers his ears. Clinching his little hands over his ears, he also closes his eyes.
When the cooper smell of blood swims into Tori's nose his slowly opens his eyes and pulls his hands from his ears. When he looks to the door he sees his father looking down at him with sad silvery black eyes; a look that did not belong there. His father was strong and always collected when faced with hard situations.
Tori tries to hold back the tears that burned and blurred his vision but he gives in. Letting the sadness and loneliness out; his sister was gone, he would never see his best friend again. And now his mother, who is the cause of his sister's absence, was now gone too.
~o.O~O.o~ Flashback: The Lord ~o.O~O.o~
The lord watch as his first born shoulders shook from his sobs of sadness. The lord himself felt the same; he had been betrayed by his mate; his love and now his daughter was missing. He hated himself deep down for favoring his daughter over the boy for now he watched as the boy cried and had no idea how to calm him.
Tori's shoulders shook with the sobs that rocked his small frame. He looked to the ground his dark bangs hiding his childish face covered in tears.
Koroshiya did not know what to do. He did not know how to sooth Tori that had always been his mate's job...
Now that he stood there looking down at his son he was consumed with his own sadness and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Tori's head shot up at the smell of his father's salty tear. His normally cobalt colored eyes had brighten turning to a silvery blue as the tears still filled and fell from his eyes. With a need for comfort he lunges for Koroshiya's leg: wrapping his arms around it as he cried into his father's dark hakamas.
Koroshiya slowly raised his hand to rest on his son's head. With a heavy sigh he closed his eyes to help collect himself.
He pats his son's head and Tori looks up to him for help. Looking into his son's eyes, Koroshiya could tell that his sadness came more so from losing his sister. He smiles sadly to the boy and leans down lifting him into his arms; holding him.
Tori held onto Koroshiya tightly as he continued to cry.
Koroshiya spots a servant at the end of the hall looking at him. It was a young female demon with golden hair like the sun pulled up out of her pale childish face to show her dull green cat like eyes. She wore a pale yellow servant kimono with pale pink flowers on it.
With his finger he tells the servant to come. She hurries and bows deeply to him. "Get a guard and some servants to help you get rid of that thing in my study." He starts to walk away but stops and turns to see the wide fearful eyes of the servant as she stared at the bloody, headless body of what used to be Lady Shinsetsuna.
"She was a threat to my family and land, I suggest you make sure not to miss a spot," and with that the Lord walks away. He walks towards the Southern wind, stopping at the entrance of the hall saying a few short words before stepping through the barrier that protected the family wing.
Only those who were part of the family could enter unless invited. The walls were white but family portraits scattered the walls. On the way to his son's room he stops before a door but does not move to touch it or go in. The door was light not like most of the doors in the palace it said it was a girls room. Carved into the door was the left half of a crescent moon, with a large dog looking up at it longingly, from a garden.
Koroshiya walks away quickly not waiting to linger any longer near the door, so he continues on down to the next door. It was made from a darker wood though it was still lighter in color compared to the other doors lining the families wing. Carved into the door was the right half of a crescent moon, a large dog stood upon a rock that overlooked the forest around him; his head was thrown back in a howl.
He pushes the door open to reveal a room bathed in the golden light of the setting sun that leaked into the room from the open balcony doors. It gave the walls a warm glow.
The room was large. A medium sized bed didn't take up much room. The bed was covered by sea blue blankets and pillows, that were strung all about the bed, at the bottom of the bed was a empty wooden chest that was suppose to hold all the toys that were thrown all over the room. On the far side of the wall were two light wooden doors one lead to a closet and the other a small personal hot spring.
Koroshiya walks around the toys to the bed. He pulls back the soft sea blue covers and slowly sets Tori within them before covering him with them. His face was covered in tears and he looked sad even in his sleep. Wiping away his son's tears he pats his head lovingly.
Koroshiya walks around the toys that cluttered the light wooden floors and walks to the balcony. The setting sun above the trees bathed everything in a warm golden glow. He looks down to the gardens below.
Koroshiya stayed there watching as the sun slowly set over his land. He only turned away when the sun was no longer in his sight but it still colored the sky near it a vibrant pink and orange trying to fight off the darkness that was the night sky.
Koroshiya shut the glass doors silently behind him. The faint light still lit some of the room but as he looked upon his son, his hands came together at his chest between the spaces where his hands were a soft glow formed in the form of a ball of light. When he returns his hands to his side a ball of light floated in mid air.
He does not need to sleep alone within the dark there has been enough darkness today, Koroshiya thought sadly before once more walking around the toys to leave the room. Once he was at the door he gazed at his son. He cried even in sleep.
Koroshiya looked away sadly as he left the room once more closing the door behind him silently.
He had worked to do but as he walked pass the pale wooden door from earlier he froze unable to move or look away. Tears welled in his eyes. Unlike many of other times Koroshiya pushed his inu pride aside and let a few tears roll down from his silvery black eyes as he placed his hand upon the door and hesitantly push it open.
The room was large with large balcony doors across the room with almost see-through cartons. Several balls of light floated around the room, surrounding the bed, each one a faint purple the color of his daughter's aura. Koroshiya smirked at that; she was so young yet she had so much power for her young demon age.
The room was large with pale cream colored walls with white trim, while a large neatly made bed was dressed in white silk sheet and a pale blue comforter along with several pillows. Two door in the room lead to a small personal hot spring and closet. The room was clean no toys in sight; with only a trunk at the end of the bed holding what could only be her books.
Koroshiya's smirk turns to a small sad smile.
His little girl had had no time to play within the gardens like a normal young demon. The moment she was born only a minute after her brother Koroshiya had felt her power and made her his heir which made her own mother resent and hate her. She grew up quickly, hanging with her father in his study and dojo where she trained ruthlessly to prove herself to her mother though it only caused her to become even more, bitter. His daughter never knew she was the heir and when compared to her brother when they trained she was more advanced and more worthy to be his heir.
Koroshiya could not stand to be in the room much longer and stepped out closing the door behind him. He let his hands run over the carved wooden door. "I'm sorry my little…Kagome," He whispered to himself before leaving to see if the study was coming along since the lord of the West would be arriving tomorrow for business and to let his young heir Sesshomaru play with his pups…but wait now he only had one.
Koroshiya walked gloomily to his study.
~o.O~O.o~ Flashback: Tori~o.O~O.o~
Tori sat pulling shards of grass from the ground; one by one. He close friend Mezu sat next to him as gloomy as he. He dressed in a dark pair of hakamas and haori, his hair was a dark brown almost black and had piercing green eyes. Mezu was the son of his father's best general and well respected friend; Mezu like he was an inu but a low class one at that like his father the general.
Tori stops what he is doing when a shadow leered over him blocking the sun's warm rays. He turns and looks up to see the young western prince Sesshomaru he looked ten in his humanoid form but Tori knew he was two-hundred-and-fifty years old. He wore an emotionless mask that was not quit set for you could still see the emotion that would flash in his eyes from time to time. He wore royal blue hakamas and a white haori, on the left shoulder of the haori was a blue honeycomb design, his long silvery hair swayed softly in the breeze, his pale blue crescent moon and purple markings, were clearly stating he was heir of the west, on his pale face.
"Where is your sister Kagome I was hoping to finish our last match?" He asked eyes scanning the area his noses twitching trying to find her. Sesshomaru and Tori's sister; Kagome, were always trying to prove they were better which caused their odd friendship. They would always spar when Sesshomaru came over with his father; Lord Inu no Taisho.
"You won't find her," he said emotionlessly up to him, but his dark blue eyes told of fear and pain.
"What do you mean?" he ordered with a growl.
"She's not here anymore," He said sadly.
"Why?" His anger was rising.
"Shinsetsuna didn't want her here anymore,"
"Your mother?" Sesshomaru asked with narrowed liquid gold eyes.
"That woman stopped being my mother the moment she sealed my sister away from me!" He yelled with a growl; half standing as if he was about to pounce on him.
Sesshomaru fall down beside him eyes hollow all emotion drained from his being. Not long ago he was told Kagome may become his and when the time came they would mate.
"She's gone," he stated.
Tori nodded before once more plucking shards of grass from the ground.
~o.O~O.o~ End of Flashback~o.O~O.o~