The Fake Princess
Prompt: Uniform
Words: 1000
The Western Fortress was impenetrable. Nothing could get in, and nothing could get out without he or his father knowing about it.
The walls were endlessly high. Built of mountain rock and infused with youki, the pavilion itself was an extension of the Western family's aura. They were one with their castle. Not a crack within the walls was imperfect. Every inch was indestructible. The youki-infused walls brought pride to those who sought shelter within, and every soul inside knew the fortress would never fall. It was perfect, uniform and sturdy and it would never fall.
The House of The Moon's ruler was the Great Dog General of the West. He was a fearsome Dai whose true form easily dwarfed most of the puny human castles. The Lord himself was just as impervious as the walls that contained his subjects, and just as the residents trusted the walls would never fall, they trusted that of their leader as well.
Inu no Taishou Lord Touga. The Great Dog General of the West. Father and Sire of the Prince of the West, the Killing Perfection.
Sesshoumaru scowled.
And he was nowhere to be found.
He fought the urge not to shatter a wall. His sire was always running off places. To where? Nobody knew. That very fact irked Sesshoumaru to high heaven. Nobody could infuriate him more than his father.
Because while The Great Lord of the West pranced around doing who knows what, Sesshoumaru was stuck with all the paperwork.
He clenched his fist tightly. He really wanted to punch his sire.
He stormed down the many hallways of the pavilion, and threw open every door with rage. The fool was not in a single one. It took all his training and self control not to rip the door from its proper place.
Even his own mother was beginning to get fed up with her own mate's antics. Her vacations were beginning to become longer and longer as of late. Sesshoumaru presumed that eventually she wouldn't come back at all.
His rage building, Sesshoumaru struggled to keep his eyes from bleeding red. He jumped out the nearest window just in case. If he did end up transforming, he didn't want to be stuck inside. As much as he loathed his father at this particular moment, he still feared him. His sire was a great deal stronger and larger than he was, and Sesshoumaru doubted he could so much land a blow. His father was still fearsome and he still feared him. Transforming within the compound would surely warrant his wrath.
The open air filled Sesshoumaru's senses with scents from the outside world. He had been cooped up in an office for the better part of a day, and he relished the feeling of wind tangling through his silvery locks. Here, up in the air, he felt truly at peace. Responsibilities lay with those who touched upon the ground, and Sesshoumau relished this lone sense of freedom.
But, with all who lived and breathed on the earth, gravity would bring them down. With a slight twinge of melancholy, Sesshoumaru allowed himself to float gently down. Feeling slightly calmer, his boots felt earth. Breathing deeply, he composed his raging emotions, and set them under ice. No good would come of losing his cool. There would be no merit.
The Prince of the West looked upon his surroundings. He had flown to the courtyard. Trees and flowers from lands adorned the setting. Each scent drifted individually into his nostrils.
He wandered the nearest bench and sat down, resting his regal head in his hand.
He wore no armour today, for he had no need of it cooped up in his father's office. Instead he wore his white kimono adorned with blue sakura and black hakama. The obi was a simple navy, his black boots blending in with his hakama. If attire was simple, he was meeting nobody important today. His attire was loose and comfortable, but far from his preference.
His preference was his warrior's garb; white kimono and hakama with his House crest shown proudly on his shoulder. Blue and yellow obi, his bone armour and chest plate. It was fighting when Sesshoumaru felt truly alive.
Sesshoumaru had many suitors, all sent from his mother. He had rejected them all. He knew it was his duty to uphold the name and bloodline of the Moon clan, but all of the women were worthless. They held no personalities, no strengths or interests. Their only wish was to 'serve their lord', they had said. Pathetic, dull creatures. None of them were worthy enough to enter his family. His mate, he had decided, would be strong. Strong and beautiful. To bear strong and beautiful pups. He would just have to wait until he found the one worthy enough, if he ever found her. Sesshoumaru was beginning to think she didn't exist at all.
Sesshoumaru exhaled silently. His golden eyes held no joy or sorrow. They were simply gold under ice; cheerless warmth. The Killing Perfection. A fitting name. His sire had chosen well.
His thoughts returned to his father. The old rage threatened to emerge once again, but he quelled it.
Where was it that he kept sneaking off to? As the Lord of the House he was able to go wherever he wanted. But if it was required that he be stealthy, there must be some secret. Curiosity crept up Sesshoumaru's spine. He would give his pelt to find out what his father was up to.
He pondered. What was stopping him? Surely the Killing Perfection was stealthy enough to follow his father to find out what he was up to. He wouldn't be living up to his name if he wasn't. His pride assured him that he wouldn't be caught.
He had always been wanting to try out that ninja garb Shiki had given him. It seems now it would finally have a chance to be used. And what a perfect occasion it was. He couldn't wait.
Sesshoumaru ginned viciously. It was settled. The next time Inu no Taishou left the perimeters; Sesshoumaru would be at his heels, watching from the darkness.