Tiny Fractures.
It is said that some lives are linked together across time...
"What are you?"
That simple question played over and over in his mind. How could a simple human find and enacted his father's sword? How could this simple human manage to score a shot on him? How could this simple human girl hold the power of the jewel-like no other before her?
Something was not adding up.
One does not just fall down a mystical well with the jewel and have vast connections to the powers of old. She was no reincarnation of graveyard soil and bone.
With Naraku deep inside a time portal, thanks to finding his fathers fourth sword, he had time on his hands. But Naraku would be back as soon as he figured out how to sell the rest of what was left of his soul to what little jewel fragment he had. Kagome had been the one to wield the Sword of time, but it could only be used once, and she chose this. She could have gone back in time; she could have saved herself from the locked well, she could have saved Inuyasha from years of pain, saved his father from death, killed Naraku before it all started.
But she chose something so simple and temporary. Why?
The power that had come from her touching that sword left his hair on ends and had him once again questioning just what she was.
He left the group rather quickly and without a word.
He needed to find an Oracle. Long thought dead, he knew better; there was one still alive watching waiting. The Oracle knew he was coming before he even knew to look and so in this Sesshomaru knew the Oracle would not be found until he wanted to be found.
It would be a journey that would take him across time and back again and leave him with knowledge and great power but with that brings choices, some that could leave tiny fractures that could crack the fabric of time, the thread of fate the heart of love.