Series: Inuyasha
Universe: Ninja AU (NOT Naruto-verse, mind you! Sorry! Traditional ninjas only).
Pairing: Eventual SessKag
Rating: PG-13 ( For now, suscepticble to change).
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are the intellectual property of one Rumiko Takahashi. I only make bad fanfiction about it.
Author's notes: I was hoping this next character would have a more dramatic entrance, but for the sake of updating, this will have to do.
Repetition
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"Will she be alright?"
Sesshoumaru cursed under his breath. So...he had not been as alone as he had thought he was. Leave it to the old flea to get past his keen senses.
Sesshoumaru looked up with a perfectly-practiced expression of boredom, to find his oldest servant looking down at the strange couple.
A small man no bigger than an 8-year-old child and just as impossibly rambunctious, Myoga had served the Moon Clan family for many years. While he most often exhibited cowardly qualities that did not impress Sesshoumaru in the slightest, running away the minute things became perilious to his own well-being, Myoga had proved to be a loyal and wise servant. He had served as adviser to his grandfather, helpful friend to his father, and now valued counselor to Sesshoumaru.
The Lord of the West looked down at Kagome, unwilling to meet Myoga's obvious look of reprimand. The old flea, as Sesshoumaru called him (not affectionately), had frown on Sesshoumaru's training regimen for the girl from day one. In his words it was "too extreme" and far beyond what the other ninja had to endure in the Moon Clan, and only cruel sentiments could lead such a great man as he to treat a fledgling kunoichi in this manner. Holding the passed out and bruised creature in his arms, Sesshoumaru was loathe to admit that perhaps the flea's criticism had not been without reason.
"Yes, she will fine. A few hours of rest should suffice." Sesshoumaru's mouth turned down. "I may have pushed her too hard today." He confessed regretfully.
'You think?' the old man thought sarcastically, but opted to nod discreetly. Ever-observant eyes noticed how his lord was still cradling the girl in his arms protectively, looking at her with a most curious expression of confusion. Myoga smiled secretly, and he wondered if his Lord knew how very much like his father and brother he looked like in that moment.
The sentimentalism should have stopped there, Myoga recognized later when he replayed the scene in his mind, but sadness and nostalgia had made him imprudent, and before he could think it through, the old man spoke.
"It is remarkable, is it not, my Lord?"
Sesshoumaru looked up again at his retainer, not bothering to speak but plaintively asking him to elaborate with one withering stare. Myoga was not looking at him though, rather at the dozing girl between them. His eyes were far away and full of wistfullness.
"Yes, truly." Myoga nodded again, walking closer until one wrinkled, small hand touched the top of the girl's head. Fondly, he pushed the bangs away, revealing the flushed and lovely face - so similar yet so different- recalling bittersweet memories for the oldest servant. "It is remarkable…how much she looks like her."
He didn't have to say her name for Sesshoumaru to understand.
Almost immediately, the young Lord's shoulders stiffened. Myoga knew he was trying his best to keep his reaction in check, but the muscle in his jaw and the sudden darkness in his eyes gave him away.
Unexpectedly, Sesshoumaru rose to his feet with the girl still in his arms, causing Myoga to jump back with a yelp of surprise. Without reply, the white-haired lord turned with the young woman and began to walk down the hallway.
"M-milord?" Myoga mumbled, off-put by the sudden mood-swing.
"I shall take Lady Kagome to her quarters. When I come back, my bath best be ready, Myoga, or you might be my next training victim."
Myoga gulped. He may be old and brittle, but he wouldn't put it past Sesshoumaru to keep to his word. Bowing deeply even though Sesshoumaru could not see it, he nodded. "Yes milord!" the servant mumbled, trying to appease his lord's abrupt foul humor.
Sesshoumaru didn't answer. Myoga stared after them, their silhouettes blurring with the past, two figures so parallel they could have been the same people. The old flea had lived long enough to know that history had a rather sordid habit of repeating itself.
Myoga only hoped they would not meet the same terrible fate.
AN: I have a couple of more drabbles that I have written down, so updates should be more regular. Expect the next one this weekend, and stay cool! Please Review and Rate, your thoughts are always appreciated!