One hundred years have passed since the death of Midoriko. One hundred years, to any ordinary youkai would pass like the simple breeze because of their immortality. However, Sesshoumaru, loosing someone that deemed the only one he ever held dear to be lost, made these one hundred years feel like an eternity. He had no hope, no fear, no joy, nothing but the consuming anger and sorrow that seemed impenetrable, that is, unless, the one who took his love away died as well. Vengeance was the only motive for him to keep living. To make that demon named Senzuru pay for his deeds, but the demon was no where to be found. Sesshoumaru could not decipher if he was either hiding or not, but wherever he was, the inu-taiyoukai could only grow more and more ashamed that he cannot do a simple thing as avenging the woman who sacrificed herself. And for what? What made her walk the dead end path knowing that the road could not continue onward? Was she doing it for her precious humans? Was it her pride as a miko to never turn down a fight with youkai? What drove her?

Even after so long Sesshoumaru could not answer that question, so he went on living a life without any traces of any emotion, no connection with anyone, even with his own younger half-breed brother. However, Jakken wouldn't stop following him and the annoying little imp had one day given him a two headed dragon, hoping it would cheer his master up, though even the thought of such happiness is futile. Sesshoumaru thought nothing of it and the dragon followed without hesitance to whatever side of Japan Sesshoumaru wished to travel to like an obedient pet. Why was it that the weirdest of demons (Jakken and Ah-Un) choose him to follow even when they are not fully welcomed?

It was the middle of summer, the sun beating overhead as Sesshoumaru and his two servants followed quickly behind him. He walked into a forest of cherry blossoms, the soft breeze carrying the pink petals into their pockets to wrap around the scene. Sesshoumaru decided to stop in the serene atmosphere the trees created and decided to take a rest by sitting himself against one of the trees. He attempted to take a short nap considering that he had been traveling non-stop for the past week when a child's cry pierced his demon ears. He opened his eyes, peering out over the long grass and through the trees before him when his acute eyes caught the sight of silvery-white hair. His nose picked up a small trace of his father's blood within the child's scent and he snapped up to his feet.

The child came running into the area, his long silver-white mane glistening almost in contrast to his crimson haori and hakamas. His eyes narrowed at the crimson haori that deemed too big for the boy, the fire-rat hoari that belonged to his father. He had dog-ears atop his head and long talons for nails, this was…his little brother.

Sesshoumaru had never seen the hanyou until this moment and he could only stare down at the runt as he ran.

The scent of demons came to his nose, as they seemed eager to use his brother for their next meal, they appeared within seconds and the boy leaped to the closest demon he could reach and the centipede demon was shredded beneath the boy's claws. Sesshoumaru walked toward the boy being attacked by about ten demons and with a wave of his poison whip, the demons all crumbled to the floor. The boy looked up from his spot on the ground, his dog-ears flattened against his skull as he looked wide-eyed at the tall taiyoukai before him.

"Who are you?" The boy asked in a quiet tone. Sesshoumaru stared down at his father's son, the son of that wench Izayoi. His eyes grew cold as he looked down his nose at the small boy of a hundred. It seems that the hanyou had enough demon in him to inherit the slow aging effect. His mother must be long dead.

"My scent alone should tell you." Sesshoumaru replied not too kindly. The boy sniffed the air, and his ears perked forward towards Sesshoumaru.

"Otou-san?" He questioned, and Sesshoumaru only scowled.

"Wrong." The boy thought a moment before he took in the trace of a different female for a mother in Sesshoumaru's scent.

"I think you're lying." The boy said with a fiery temper in his golden eyes. Sesshoumaru could suddenly hear Jakken laughing his head off in the distance and Sesshoumaru snapped his gaze to the demon imp to glare a warning of death and the imp went immediately silent. He turned his gaze back to his hanyou brother and glared, though not as coldly as the one given to Jakken.

"I am you're half-brother." Sesshoumaru said indifferently before he turned his back on his brother to sit back down at the base of a sakura blossom just as he had before. The hanyou walked nervously towards the much older and lethal demon lord and bowed his head down to the ground only to look at Sesshoumaru through his silver-white bangs.

"Considering that you are my only living relative, can I stay with you for a while?" The boy asked. Sesshoumaru said nothing as he closed his eyes and the hanyou boy took this as a 'yes'.

"My name is Inuyasha, what's yours?" Inuyasha said, a little quiet as to not disturb the resting taiyoukai as he looked to the demon imp just a few feet away. Jakken only stared at the young boy who looked to be about ten in human years and he scowled.

"Shut up, Sesshoumaru-sama is resting." Jakken bit out. Inuyasha looked back to the slumbering taiyoukai and he could only smile. Though Sesshoumaru wasn't a talker and neither were his companions, it is nothing compared to being an almost defenseless hanyou in the wilderness.

Inuyasha observed how Sesshoumaru fought with each demon that seemed dumb enough to take on the powerful taiyoukai. Watched as he used his talons so flawlessly and effortlessly. Sesshoumaru would often times have Inuyasha fight a weak demon and the Taiyoukai would analyze from the side. When Inuyasha would have the demon dead on the ground, Sesshoumaru would point out his mistakes by asking him specific questions that would stimulate his mind in pointing out his mistakes and to fix them for the next battle.

This routine continued progressively, as Inuyasha grew older, becoming a fighter himself. Despite their master and disciple relationship, they did have their arguments. Observers would call it a brotherly-relationship, but the older Inuyasha became, the fights only grew worse and worse. Finally, at the age of 150, it was time that Inuyasha go out on his own. Inuyasha did not realize it until Sesshoumaru himself told him it was time for him to leave and Inuyasha, with his growing agitation was beginning to become fierce with his older brother, left without a single qualm.

And whatever bond that he had built with his brother diminished, he would not see his brother for another fifty years.

One year after the leave of Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru had to fight the cat demons along with many followers of his father. What was to be a battle looked to be an all-out war and the faithful servants of his father did not reassure Sesshoumaru. He ordered Jakken to fetch Inuyasha to aid him in battle as a way to repay his debt to his teacher, but Jakken did not return with the hanyou.

Sealed to a tree by a human woman who deceived him. Anger and shame could only be expressed from the tall Taiyoukai. He thought that he had taught Inuyasha better, but it seems that he was just a worthless hanyou after all.

Sesshoumaru fought the cat demons even as his entire army was defeated and retreating. He knew they would deem unworthy. Sesshoumaru had transformed long a go as he stood over the sea of blood and carcasses. A howl ushered from his very jaws as the blood dripped from his pearly white fangs. The cat demon with blue hair and had a natural ability to expel ice from her very aura onto any given surface stood before him in her transformed state. She howled like a fiery blue tiger as she leaped toward him. His shaggy white coat that was patched with blood swayed with the passing breeze as he took the charge dead on. His massive jaws clamped onto the cat demon's shoulder and blood sprayed from the torn flesh. The blue cat roared in pain as it slashed at Sesshoumaru, causing several shallow cuts to nick his skin beneath the white coat and he responded by digging deeper into her shoulder. Clenching, clenching, blood pouring down into the back of his throat as he relished her blood that was drenched with pain and fear. He clenched ever more deeper and he could hear her bones breaking beneath his grip when her paw came up and slashed at his throat. Sesshoumaru withdrew, letting go of the cat-demon's neck only to see her erupt in a blue mist and escape. He growled angrily, his blood still boiling, as his inner beast still desired more blood of that cat to be spilt.

After a moment of standing in the middle of the battlefield, mentally taking in his victory, he found that no one was left but the hundreds of bodies that littered the blood soaked earth floor. Satisfied for the time moment, Sesshoumaru turned to the west and after many hours of running. He came upon a densely covered forest and rested beneath the thick foliage of the trees.

He transformed to his humanoid state and lied against his soft white boa that was encased around him. His armor had shattered during the battle and so it was easy to find a comfortable position on his back. He was completely spread out, looking out into the stars that could be seen through the cracks of the canopy. He felt his eyes close and once again he dreamt of her.

He dreamt that she was presently sitting beside him as he rested, her gentle hands caressing his long bangs from his face as she singed to him her sweet lullaby of sweet hope; the one thing he truly lacked. He looked up to her, but could not see her face through the haze and he reached his hand out to touch her, but his hand met air. Through the haze, he could make out her long black hair and his hands ran through the silken trends. Her hand suddenly gripped his, bringing his hand from her hair back to rest at his side when she faded into the darkness and he was too weak to stop it. He could only watch as she faded from his life once again on the cold hard ground.

A/N: This chapter was basically information on what he has been doing and his beginning relationship with his brother and why they seem so angry with one another. Another note; while I was making this fiction, I was listening to this song and I reaalized just how much it seems to relate to Sesshoumaru's and Midoriko's point of view. Kind of a depressing song, but then again, this is a depressing fiction. So here it is.

Well, the tongue inside my mouth is not for sale

Any spirit left in me is fading fast

Could you throw another stone to ease my pain?

Could you throw another stone to seal my fate?

'Cause I don't believe in this world anymore, anymore

I don't believe in me

And if I can rise above this I'll be saved

Can anybody save me?

And if I can die for love then I'm enslaved

Can anybody save me?

Second chances are too few and far between

Will to change the circumstance eludes me still

Should I grow another shell in which to live?

Should I grow another shell and not forgive?

'Cause I don't believe in this world anymore, anymore

I don't believe in me

And if I can rise above this I'll be saved

Can anybody save me?

And if I can die for love then I'm enslaved

Can anybody save me?

Goodbye cruel world

Goodbye cruel world

Goodbye cruel world

At last you see me drown

And if I can rise above this I'll be saved

Can anybody save me?

And if I can die for love then I'm enslaved

Can anybody save me?

And if I can rise above this I'll be saved

Can anybody save me?

And if I can die for love then I'm enslaved

Can anybody save me?

Goodbye cruel world

A/N: yeah, like I said, depressing. If you want to know who sings this, the song is Tongue, by Seether. Well, anyhow. Please continue to review, because it really motivates me and I haven't been getting a lot of reviews lately. So Review! Review! LOL.