Shikon no Go
The Language of the Shikon
A Fanfic in 100 Chapters
By DQBunny
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DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of "Kendo no Go: A Fanfic in 100 Chapters" by Akai Kitsune. Her story in turn is a parody of "In the Language of Love," a story by Diane Schoemperlen. My thanks and appreciation goes out to Akai Kitsune for letting me borrow her fic idea! "Inuyasha" is the property of Takahashi Rumiko.
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Chapter 55: Power
It was a time-honored tradition.
In order to become powerful, you must defeat those with power.
Through manipulation, brute force and cunning, he'd defeated everyone with power that he could. Who he hadn't slain with his own hands, his father took care of. But, when it came right down to the end, there was one man Sesshomaru knew he'd have to best.
His father.
It infuriated Sesshomaru to see his father reduced to the role of a dottering fool, enamored with a human and father to a hanyou of all things!
It was his duty, as the eldest son, to relieve his father of the suffering he placed upon himself.
Then that was stripped away.
His father fought the beast Ryukoussei and it had ended in a draw.
The dragon was sealed.
His father died.
Sesshomaru remembered standing over his father's pyre, doing his best to block out the scent of tears coming from his human wife. Even harder was the questions coming from his hanyou brother.
"Where's Papa? Isn't he coming back, aniki? Does this mean you're the most powerful one now?"
Only the strong survived. The weak died.
He cast a disdainful eye on his brother. "I will always be more powerful than you, Inuyasha."
The small boy clung to his mother's kimono. Such a mother's child, Sesshomaru thought. When he was a toddler, like the whelp before him, he was taken away from his mother and fostered to a family that honed his thirst for power. His destiny, he was told, was to one day succeed his father as the most powerful youkai lord in the lands.
He didn't expect it to happen this way.
Inuyasha swallowed and let go of his mother. He crept forward a few paces and scowled. "If you're so powerful, why don't you have Papa's sword?"
Sesshomaru glared at him. His hand absently brushed his newly-inherited sword - not the one he expected to be bequeathed with. "You do not have a sword at all, whelp. Chichi-ue most likely lost hold of it at the battle site. I will go retrieve it." Then he would have both swords, Tessaiga and Tenseiga. He would be the most powerful.
Inuyasha would be nothing.
That's the way the world worked. The strong thrived. The weak died. Inuyasha was a hanyou. Hanyous died.
It was better that way.
Inuyasha opened his mouth, but his mother quickly covered it. "Come now, Inuyasha," she whispered. "Let us send your father to the gods in peace."
The toddler gave his brother one last scowl, then grabbed hold of his mother's kimono once more.
Sesshomaru turned his gaze back toward his father.
He wanted power.
He wouldn't have all of his father's power until he found Tessaiga.
He just didn't want it like this.
"Come, Jaken," he barked to his sniveling, sobbing retainer, then walked into the night.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: It's been awhile, hasn't it? A lot of things happened in my life lately, all leading to my muse directing her energy elsewhere. Then I came across a neat thread about Patricide in Kuro's forums at This is different from the original theme that I came up with, but I like the result a lot better. I believe it's the first time I've gotten into Sesshomaru's mind like this. It was pretty neat. The original title for this chapter in "In the Language of Love" was "Bread." So, this was originally going to be a chapter on cooking.
The Language of the Shikon
A Fanfic in 100 Chapters
By DQBunny
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DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of "Kendo no Go: A Fanfic in 100 Chapters" by Akai Kitsune. Her story in turn is a parody of "In the Language of Love," a story by Diane Schoemperlen. My thanks and appreciation goes out to Akai Kitsune for letting me borrow her fic idea! "Inuyasha" is the property of Takahashi Rumiko.
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Chapter 55: Power
It was a time-honored tradition.
In order to become powerful, you must defeat those with power.
Through manipulation, brute force and cunning, he'd defeated everyone with power that he could. Who he hadn't slain with his own hands, his father took care of. But, when it came right down to the end, there was one man Sesshomaru knew he'd have to best.
His father.
It infuriated Sesshomaru to see his father reduced to the role of a dottering fool, enamored with a human and father to a hanyou of all things!
It was his duty, as the eldest son, to relieve his father of the suffering he placed upon himself.
Then that was stripped away.
His father fought the beast Ryukoussei and it had ended in a draw.
The dragon was sealed.
His father died.
Sesshomaru remembered standing over his father's pyre, doing his best to block out the scent of tears coming from his human wife. Even harder was the questions coming from his hanyou brother.
"Where's Papa? Isn't he coming back, aniki? Does this mean you're the most powerful one now?"
Only the strong survived. The weak died.
He cast a disdainful eye on his brother. "I will always be more powerful than you, Inuyasha."
The small boy clung to his mother's kimono. Such a mother's child, Sesshomaru thought. When he was a toddler, like the whelp before him, he was taken away from his mother and fostered to a family that honed his thirst for power. His destiny, he was told, was to one day succeed his father as the most powerful youkai lord in the lands.
He didn't expect it to happen this way.
Inuyasha swallowed and let go of his mother. He crept forward a few paces and scowled. "If you're so powerful, why don't you have Papa's sword?"
Sesshomaru glared at him. His hand absently brushed his newly-inherited sword - not the one he expected to be bequeathed with. "You do not have a sword at all, whelp. Chichi-ue most likely lost hold of it at the battle site. I will go retrieve it." Then he would have both swords, Tessaiga and Tenseiga. He would be the most powerful.
Inuyasha would be nothing.
That's the way the world worked. The strong thrived. The weak died. Inuyasha was a hanyou. Hanyous died.
It was better that way.
Inuyasha opened his mouth, but his mother quickly covered it. "Come now, Inuyasha," she whispered. "Let us send your father to the gods in peace."
The toddler gave his brother one last scowl, then grabbed hold of his mother's kimono once more.
Sesshomaru turned his gaze back toward his father.
He wanted power.
He wouldn't have all of his father's power until he found Tessaiga.
He just didn't want it like this.
"Come, Jaken," he barked to his sniveling, sobbing retainer, then walked into the night.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: It's been awhile, hasn't it? A lot of things happened in my life lately, all leading to my muse directing her energy elsewhere. Then I came across a neat thread about Patricide in Kuro's forums at This is different from the original theme that I came up with, but I like the result a lot better. I believe it's the first time I've gotten into Sesshomaru's mind like this. It was pretty neat. The original title for this chapter in "In the Language of Love" was "Bread." So, this was originally going to be a chapter on cooking.
