Chapter 1: An Icy Child
A tall and slender figure dressed in a white kimono, the design with red and white crests of royalty, under black armor and a spiked pauldron, ending with a black boots and his fluffy tail draped over his right shoulder; walked with leisure toward a recently demolished village, a little green demon, donning a brown outfit, trailing behind him wielding a two-headed staff and the reins of an —oddly enough— two-headed dragon, satchels and an expensive saddle on it's back.
Rattling chains and the sharp clank of swords sounded to the daiyokai's pointed ears; yet the said youkai made no move to expedite his steps. Stopping without warning, the green demon ran into his liege, to which he immediately took to the ground and began to beg for his life.
Not even sparing the green creature a glance, the said green little demon looked at his master with confusion, almost gasping in surprise to see his master's golden eyes slightly widened, tracing his master's line of sight only to hang his mouth wide in shock as well.
A white-haired child pointed a kantana with masterful precision at his subduers, such seemed to be six servants of the underworld, seeing as only the child and the daiyokai was able to see them, chaining the child abhorring movement. However, it was not the child's expertise of skill upon the usage of a blade that was nearly as long as himself that made the daiyokai pause. No, what had caused the Lord of the Western Lands to pause was the boy himself.
The child had pointed ears, like himself, with a set of twin black stripes upon each cheek and wrist, his claws pointed as he gripped the hilt of the blade tightly, severing the chains with a calm ferocity. A stoic expression colored the child's face as his snow white hair fell over it, a purer white than the daiyokai's silvery white, slightly obscuring the child's face as he did away with his subduers with almost casual ease, reminding the green creature of his own master.
"Lord Sesshomaru? Who is this child?" The creature voiced to his master, his large yellow eyes filled with questioning, closing them in mid-speaking. "As far as I have been informed, you only have one sibling, milord, and that is that half-blood Inuyasha. You never mentioned of having an even younger sibling."
Hearing no answer, the vassal opened his yellow eyes in search of his master, only to find him several yards away, the two-headed dragon following it's master with his new charge loaded on his back, having collapsed due to sheer exhaustion after doing away with the servants of the Underworld; the child's blade strapped and secured to the child's back within its' sheath.
With a wary eye, the daiyokai revealed nothing of his thoughts as he continued on, sending a questioning glance to his own kantana.
Tensiga, you have compelled me to save a life today. Why?
A black-haired and pale skinned young hanyou was seated in his castle as he watched from the mirror in the hands of a small albino girl, the only thing contrasting her white skin and locks of hair being her blank ebony orbs, that seemed to be empty voids. Twin white flowers decorated her hair as she wore a simple white kimono, her master watching the events of the mirror closely as a familiar white-haired hanyou appeared before the reflected screen.
"So, you have gained Kaze no Kizu, Inuyasha." The pale hanyou smirked, as he watched the white-haired hanyou in a red kimono speak to a girl donning a middle-school uniform, a concerned look on her face.
"A wolf youkai." The albino girl said, her voice void of emotion.
Giving a faint nod at the girl's words, the hanyou smirked as the reflection shifted to a wolf-youkai who held the uniformed girl in his arms as the wolf smirked with slight arrogance, the said girl glaring.
Koga should prove useful, with Kagura's assistance. Naraku thought as he voiced internally. Along with that child that Kanna had brought.
A poisonous miasma covered the castle as the dark-haired hanyou continued to plot, his ruby eyes seemingly glowing with malice and deception, his hands clutching a nearly finished Shikon no Tama, its glow a glimmering pink.
Soon, the Shikon no Tama shall be whole once again.
Jaken gripped his Two-Headed Staff in comical anger as he glared into the fire he had been forced to start. As demons, a fire was unnecessary. However, his liege had merely given him a look and a fire was made. It was all that white-haired child's fault, as when he had been ordered to see to the child, the said child was ice-cold yet slumbering peacefully. As if he knew how to take care of a child.
Looking to his liege, the green youkai found him a distance away from the fire, where Jaken and An-Un rested with the child on the said dragon's back, the said beast staring off into the night air. The silence was peaceful as the night continued on, Jaken fast asleep with Sesshomaru seated gracefully in the gnarled roots of an aged tree, his golden eyes closed.
A twitch of fingers from the child, and immediately, the daiyokai awoke, his golden eyes narrowed as he watched the child take in his bearings. Brilliant teal eyes glowed as the child seemed to speak internally as his eyes narrowed at the sight of his claws. His old and tattered black robes were replaced with a black hakama as the daiyokai had ordered, the white haori mended and replaced upon the child's shoulders.
As if in desperation, the child's teal orbs searched wildly until they had laid eyes upon the child's sheathed blade, the daiyokai himself, having removed the blade to allow the child to rest with ease. With forceful vigor, the child gripped the blade tightly as if it were his lifeline, his stoic mask threatening to crumble as the boy seemed to recede within himself.
A few moments passed until the child's eyes flicked to him, taking in the taller youkai with narrowed teal irises. Golden eyes bore into teal ones as the teal did the same, both in search of the other's thoughts, only to come up with equal conclusions.
The other was dangerous, powerful, and a confrontation was not wise nor necessary, if given the option. Silence overcame the stalemate of stoic glares and emotionless gazes, neither faltering in ferocity as the night air seemed to grow cold, and frigid. Like being in Toran's presence, only the child was not infuriating and annoying.
The stalemate of the two silent yet powerful daiyokai waged on, from mere minutes to nearly an hour, until the tension was severed by none other than the little green youkai himself, awakening as the smaller white-haired youkai side-glanced to the said green youkai, who's yellow eyes widened with realization at the sight of the child who studied the new interest.
"Child! Do you have any idea how ungrateful you are being to Lord Sesshomaru?!" Jaken all but bellowed, to the white-haired child who regarded the green youkai with a raised eyebrow. "You should be on your knees and thanking milord!"
"Lord Sesshomaru?" The child questioned, his voice deep and void of emotion, only with stern command. The child seemed to be aware that his liege was without a left arm and was perceptive enough to know that such a loss was nothing to faze the taller daiyokai.
"You, ungrateful brat! Are you saying that you do not know, Lord Sesshomaru, the Inu Daiyokai of the Western Lands!?" Jaken continued to yell as his liege appeared soundlessly by his side. "As an Inu Daiyokai yourself, we are the ones who should be askin-"
"Jaken." And with the voiced command of the vassal's name, the green being was silenced by his liege, who regarded the child before him.
"Who are you, child?"
Eyes narrowing at the last part, the child obliged.
"I am the Tenth Division Captain of the Thirteen Court Squads of Soul Society, Hitsugaya Toshiro. Yourself being, this Lord Sesshomaru?"