She calls out to the man on the street, "Sir, can you help me?"
People didn't bother Sesshomaru; they knew better. Well, most people and demons knew better. Sometimes though, the demon Lord came across and human or a demon who knew no respect, and then he would have to kill them. Sesshomaru also never put himself in a place to help others. Ok, so he had saved his brother's Miko once or twice, but it was only because she happened to be at the right place at the right time, or so he told himself.
He didn't put himself in a place to help others because he was not one to help others; in less, it was someone in his favor to gain something. Rin and Kagome were the only people he had helped, he did not plan on making helping others duty of his, but life is what happens when your busy making or not making plans...
"Can, can you help me?"
He looked down at the demon woman, she was old and her hair black, her eyes purple. It was raining, and she was bleeding. Of course, Sesshomaru thought her weak; she was a demon after all. But only if he knew...
It's cold, and I've nowhere to there somewhere you can tell me?
It was cold and raining; blood was coming from her leg. "Is there somewhere safe I can sleep?"
He just looked at her,
"I'm weak, and my power is low."
He still said nothing to her,
"Please, if you could, just tell me."
Did she not know who he was? To him, she was a pathetic, sad accuses of a demon. She looked into his eyes, knowing all along he would not help. She knew who he was, but he did not know who she was. She waited to see what he would do, but she knew what he would do. Her heart sunk, and a tear rolled down her eye, she was sad, sad for him.
He walks on, doesn't look back
He then does what she knew he would do, even with her being a demon. He walks away, giving her no sign or help. The old-looking demon woman looks down at the muddy ground she was sitting on, but instead of crying and feeling bad for herself, she smiles. He does not see this because his back is to her. Her leg begins to heal, and her torn clothes become pretty. Her wet hair becomes dry and long, and her old look fades away, and her beauty breaks out. She was not hurt, nor old.
She was doing as an old demon once asked her to do. She had watched Sesshomaru for a long time, from time to time. She had hope when he had saved Rin and even smiled when she saw he had saved a human Miko from the future. But even with all that, he was still cold and alone. He liked being alone. But this old friend of hers asked a favor, knowing this was something he could not teach, for he had tried.
Her old friend just happened to his father, and his father died knowing his son would not change completely. He had thought his sons in death that they must work together, and he gave Inuyasha the sword that kills knowing he would not kill for no reason and he gave Sesshomaru the sword of life knowing he would not misuse it, but he also gave it to him to teach him compassion. But one thing he knew he could not teach Sesshomaru was love. He knew his eldest son had one thing on his mind, power. So before he died, he asked a demon girl for help, a demon girl he knew could help. Not only did he want this for his son but he also wanted to ensure the bloodline, for Sesshomaru was the last, and he knew Sesshomaru had honor, he would not bring offspring into the world without a mate, but Sesshomaru had no love so he would have no mate and his father knew this.
"Wait!" She calls out, and even though her voice had become young...
He pretends he can't hear her
He pretends he can't hear her,
"You should have thought twice Sesshomaru," She says low under her breath, so low even his demon hearing could not hear it, and with that a smile.