It was all over. He'd been caught. He'd been captured and there was nothing he could do about it.
Within the darkness, he could see nothing. Everything faded away the moment the door closed. But he knew one thing with certainty. He was all alone. Locked away in the darkness, forgotten about. That is, until his mother grew angry again. Whenever she was even remotely upset about anything, her servant came down into the dungeon and beat him. The same exact servant who'd captured him and dragged him back here. He never left this place. He wanted to, but he knew he couldn't get out. He wasn't strong enough… The only time he'd ever been let out of that place was when his father came back. That rarely happened. Whenever he asked about his son's wounds, his mother claimed that he'd recklessly challenged older, stronger boys to fights and lost. That was her favorite story. She made up other things as well. He didn't know exactly what she said though. All he knew was that his father never showed any compassion toward him. His father didn't show animosity toward him as his mother did, but the look in his eyes said everything. His eyes showed complete indifference.
He didn't care.
That hurt. His father didn't hate him, but in truth, he didn't need to. All he needed to do was not love him. That was all it took to hurt him. What was worse, one day, his father stopped coming. He later found out why. He was sitting in the darkness of the dungeon late one night listening to the two male voices outside the door somewhere. He didn't know who they were, nor did he care. It was their conversation that he was interested in. Not because he was gaining any useful information from it, but simply because listening to them was better than sitting around doing nothing. Finally, he grew bored of listening to them and began to tune them out. But before he could, he heard one of them mention his father. Once again, he began to listen to them.
"Is Lord Toga still fighting?" Asked one voice.
"Yes. The Panther Devas are formidable opponents. He is the only one who has any chance of beating them." Replied the other.
"I agree. Though I'm sure if his son was older…"
The second voice quickly silenced the first.
"Shut up!" The voice hissed angrily. "You know we're not supposed to talk about him!"
"Right. Sorry."
"Just don't do it when the Queen is around, or she'll beat him more. He doesn't need any more punishment."
"Right."
Sesshomaru had stopped listening by this point. As soon as the second voice had silenced the first he'd tuned them both out. He really didn't want to hear them argue… After tuning them out, he slowly laid down and tried to get some sleep. He knew what was coming tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, then soon. His mother was upset that his father was never around, never spending time with her. And he got beat for it. All the time. He lifted his head up and looked in the direction of the door. He'd decided a long time ago. He was running away. The next time they let him out…
He'd be gone.