Best
He had gotten the best of everything…or at least he had…
He had been taught by the best teachers there were, had the best clothing, the best toys, the best room…the best of everything. Anything he had wanted, he got. No ifs, ands, or buts. Sure he had to work for some things, prove that he was capable, but it was part of his lessons, his father's way of showing that some things were worth working for. However, Sesshoumaru was brought up to believe that he was entitled to everything, and that he would get it by any means necessary. And nothing lower than the best was acceptable.
His mother had disapproved at one point, believing it wasn't healthy for someone to get used to such a high lifestyle in a world where things could change at a moment's notice, but Sesshoumaru was a Lord's son, and as such, his pedestal was far above any others. Being the Western Lord's son did nothing to help her. If anything, it made Sesshoumaru that much more out of reach.
However, looking at the present, Sesshoumaru realized that he never did get the best of everything. Inuyasha got their father's love, the better sword, the friends and the acceptance. He was left with a sword that was useless and an image as an unapproachable. He had the best of everything and yet Inuyasha still won. Sesshoumaru turned and walked away. What a Lord wanted, a Lord got. This would be no different.
