Chapter 21
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She was beautiful. She was the only woman he had ever loved and she was so cold to him. He would always strive to do his best for her. He focused so hard at such a young age. She was a protégé. By the time she was thirty in human years, she was able to transform into a massive spirit beast. Her's was a beautiful, snowy white wolf with glowing blue eyes that could delve into any man's dreams and feed on the love they would harbor for her.
She was dissapointed when he was born, to say the least. His ink black hair and glaring red eyes were a stark contrast to her stunning beauty. She hated him then, knowing that he would only ever feed off of anger and fear instead of love. And yet, he had tried so hard to please her. He had washed himself so thoroughly that he bled. When she asked what he was doing, he told her it was to remove the foul colors of his body so he could be more like her. That was the only moment that he felt his mother's love.
As he grew older, he realized that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not change the unfortunite incident of being born with demon's colors. It was not his fault, and he accepted that. The acceptance, however, didn't mean that he didn't struggle against his nature. He had to feed-it was a fact of life, and although he never killed anyone for his vitality, he frightened and hurt a great many people. He found it more and more difficult over the years to stave off the dark wolf's tendancies and they grew inside of him until he could not stop them any more.
He cried some nights at the pain he felt in their dreams. The heart aches and the loss they had felt because of him. He never wanted to hurt anybody simply because SHE did not want him to hurt anybody. She had never accepted his fate and had left him when he turned thirty five and was able to transform into a massive wolf with tangles of dark hair and blood red eyes. The realization that she couldn't change him had been too much for her. The emptiness he had felt that day had sent him far into the darkness of his own heart and his own beast. For three hundred and seventy two years he had hunted relentlessly, feeding on the fear of humans, and found that, if he got close to them and they trusted him, the feeding gave him more strength. What he wasn't expecting was, as they grew more tired and weary from long, painful nights, they grew weaker and eventually died.
He had accepted that fact as a part of what he was; a dream eater. A killer lived within him and he embraced it because it shielded him from the pain of his mother's rejection. He had accepted it for over three hundred years until he found her. Now he, the dream killer, was second guessing himself for a slip of a girl with eyes like his mother's-pure aquamarine. Dazzling. He was loosing himself to her and beginning to second guess his beast.
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A/N: Well, this is the turning point in the story. Now you know a little more about Ayumu and about his past. I hope that you guys don't HATE him too much any more….but he WILL be a thorn in the side of Sesshomaru and Kagome's….uh…..thing. Hehe. –dodges rotten fruit- I hope you enjoyed this installment. I'll see y'all tomorrow :D
p.s
I just got Dragonborn for my PS3! Yay!