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AN: Thanks for the reviews! Glad ya'll like it! (Yes, I'm southern and I say 'ya'll' on a regular basis.) To answer a couple of questions, it could turn out to be Sesshoumaru x Sango, I'm not sure yet. And by normal pairings, I mean Kagome and Inuyasha, Sango and Miroku (at least to start off with), you know, like in the series. I'm doing my best to keep everyone in character, but let me know if I slip.
Chapter Two: Bits of the Past
Sesshoumaru, great youkai lord he was, waited in the back of his own head, watching as the ghost called Senna controlled his body. He learned much, and he waited for the right opportunity to wrest control of himself again with minimal damage to his body. He could carry on a conversation of sorts with the ghost, but he was quite introverted, unwilling to confide much to the rightful owner of the body he possessed. His actions said something of his personality, though.
He was almost obsessed, it appeared, over this quest to find Litara. He spoke very little of her and his failing of her, and became quite fierce and touchy over the subject. Sesshoumaru gathered that at one point they might have been lovers, or he at least had had strong feelings for her.
Although, if this woman was human or not, he had yet to determine.
Senna seemed the respectable type, even to a youkai with as high standards as Sesshoumaru. He at least did no harm to Rin or Jaken, the thrice-damned servant that had brought this plague unto him. He (meaning Senna) was not pleased to inhabit a youkai, but it was better than a human, which tended to be weak and slow. Senna could probe Sesshoumaru's memories, but rarely did so, and then not to any real depth. He shared nothing in return for this.
Now it was dark, the stars overhead, and Senna slept, but lightly, keeping a firm hold on the body. Sesshoumaru examined his grasp, then gave up. He contented himself to lightly slip close to the ghost's consciousness and peer in as he dreamed of the past.
Senna slipped silently into the palace corridor, the hallway darkened except at the end, where a sliver of golden light poured out from a cracked doorway. His mistress was there, the Sorceress Litara. He padded into the room undetected and sat silently by the doorway, watching as the sorceress sprinkled a shimmering dust into a crystal bowl of water.
"The perimeter is secure, my Lady," he said with a bob of the head, which served as a bow.
"Thank you, my loyal Senna. I can always feel secure as long as you are around," the sorceress replied in her soft, gentle voice. She looked up from her scrying bowl and smiled at him. But her eyes were blurred, like a painting that had an angry hand swept across it before it dried.
Senna stiffened and soon found himself elsewhere, crouched in the rafters of Litara's vaulted bedchamber. She slept soundly below him, a fragile human. He himself had once been a savager and devourer of humans, until she ensnared him with her craft and put him in her service. At first he had rebelled and riled against her, but now.
-I no longer desire to be free. I have no more longing for the life I once knew.- This was a truly startling revelation for him.
He knew was not like others on this world. He was not born of father and mother, like humans and youkai, but something else entirely. Nor was he dead, a spirit or wraith. He was unique in all the world and had no place. That was what drove him to this path.
Without comment, he turned and left the rafters.
And he was outside, in the valley by the sorceress's mountain palace, in the midst of a field of battle. Around him fought the men and creatures alike in service to the Lady Litara. And they died swiftly to the opposing forces, a relative horde of fell men, their souls sold over to a wicked lord, who hid his face behind a carved dragon mask.
He raced for the leader, a veritable giant atop his warhorse in strange armor and mask. With a snarl, he leapt and tackled the man from his mount. The horse reared and pranced away, sensing the strangeness in Senna.
"Fool hanyo," Senna growled, "I can see through your disguise." He raised one paw and dug claws into the wooden mask, then ripped it away. Grinning up at him was the human-ish face of a half-demon, fire in his eyes where pupils should be, hair bright red and sticking out in all directions.
The fire hanyo chuckled and opened his mouth. A spout of flames fountained forth, scorching Senna's face and making him fall back. Senna cursed and pawed at his eyes. The hanyo regained his feet and loomed over the creature at his feet. He flicked his wrist and razor-sharp, wickedly curved blades slid from the wrist of his armor.
"I will take your head for my castle, for it is most unusual, beast," he said smugly. Senna snarled again and opened his third eye, the great purple eye imbued to him by his creator.
It's power held the hanyo in place, frozen and unable to move. His face contorted in rage, but there was nothing the half-breed could do.
Senna never saw the man lurking behind him, bloody sword raised.
Senna came to consciousness suddenly, and was not best pleased to Sesshoumaru there, watching him dream. He snarled mentally at the youkai.
-What are you doing, dog?- he growled.
-I am merely watching you dream. What do you have to hide? Such a noble creature, loyally fighting to the death for your master.- Sesshoumaru sneered at that.
-I have nothing to hide, but some things I do not want to particularly share. Do not let me catch you watching while I rest, again, youkai.- Sesshoumaru merely smiled and returned to his spot, mulling over what the meaning was behind what he had just witnessed.
AN: Is it just me, or does this seem short? Oh well. Inuyasha and the others show up in the next chapter!
AN: Thanks for the reviews! Glad ya'll like it! (Yes, I'm southern and I say 'ya'll' on a regular basis.) To answer a couple of questions, it could turn out to be Sesshoumaru x Sango, I'm not sure yet. And by normal pairings, I mean Kagome and Inuyasha, Sango and Miroku (at least to start off with), you know, like in the series. I'm doing my best to keep everyone in character, but let me know if I slip.
Chapter Two: Bits of the Past
Sesshoumaru, great youkai lord he was, waited in the back of his own head, watching as the ghost called Senna controlled his body. He learned much, and he waited for the right opportunity to wrest control of himself again with minimal damage to his body. He could carry on a conversation of sorts with the ghost, but he was quite introverted, unwilling to confide much to the rightful owner of the body he possessed. His actions said something of his personality, though.
He was almost obsessed, it appeared, over this quest to find Litara. He spoke very little of her and his failing of her, and became quite fierce and touchy over the subject. Sesshoumaru gathered that at one point they might have been lovers, or he at least had had strong feelings for her.
Although, if this woman was human or not, he had yet to determine.
Senna seemed the respectable type, even to a youkai with as high standards as Sesshoumaru. He at least did no harm to Rin or Jaken, the thrice-damned servant that had brought this plague unto him. He (meaning Senna) was not pleased to inhabit a youkai, but it was better than a human, which tended to be weak and slow. Senna could probe Sesshoumaru's memories, but rarely did so, and then not to any real depth. He shared nothing in return for this.
Now it was dark, the stars overhead, and Senna slept, but lightly, keeping a firm hold on the body. Sesshoumaru examined his grasp, then gave up. He contented himself to lightly slip close to the ghost's consciousness and peer in as he dreamed of the past.
Senna slipped silently into the palace corridor, the hallway darkened except at the end, where a sliver of golden light poured out from a cracked doorway. His mistress was there, the Sorceress Litara. He padded into the room undetected and sat silently by the doorway, watching as the sorceress sprinkled a shimmering dust into a crystal bowl of water.
"The perimeter is secure, my Lady," he said with a bob of the head, which served as a bow.
"Thank you, my loyal Senna. I can always feel secure as long as you are around," the sorceress replied in her soft, gentle voice. She looked up from her scrying bowl and smiled at him. But her eyes were blurred, like a painting that had an angry hand swept across it before it dried.
Senna stiffened and soon found himself elsewhere, crouched in the rafters of Litara's vaulted bedchamber. She slept soundly below him, a fragile human. He himself had once been a savager and devourer of humans, until she ensnared him with her craft and put him in her service. At first he had rebelled and riled against her, but now.
-I no longer desire to be free. I have no more longing for the life I once knew.- This was a truly startling revelation for him.
He knew was not like others on this world. He was not born of father and mother, like humans and youkai, but something else entirely. Nor was he dead, a spirit or wraith. He was unique in all the world and had no place. That was what drove him to this path.
Without comment, he turned and left the rafters.
And he was outside, in the valley by the sorceress's mountain palace, in the midst of a field of battle. Around him fought the men and creatures alike in service to the Lady Litara. And they died swiftly to the opposing forces, a relative horde of fell men, their souls sold over to a wicked lord, who hid his face behind a carved dragon mask.
He raced for the leader, a veritable giant atop his warhorse in strange armor and mask. With a snarl, he leapt and tackled the man from his mount. The horse reared and pranced away, sensing the strangeness in Senna.
"Fool hanyo," Senna growled, "I can see through your disguise." He raised one paw and dug claws into the wooden mask, then ripped it away. Grinning up at him was the human-ish face of a half-demon, fire in his eyes where pupils should be, hair bright red and sticking out in all directions.
The fire hanyo chuckled and opened his mouth. A spout of flames fountained forth, scorching Senna's face and making him fall back. Senna cursed and pawed at his eyes. The hanyo regained his feet and loomed over the creature at his feet. He flicked his wrist and razor-sharp, wickedly curved blades slid from the wrist of his armor.
"I will take your head for my castle, for it is most unusual, beast," he said smugly. Senna snarled again and opened his third eye, the great purple eye imbued to him by his creator.
It's power held the hanyo in place, frozen and unable to move. His face contorted in rage, but there was nothing the half-breed could do.
Senna never saw the man lurking behind him, bloody sword raised.
Senna came to consciousness suddenly, and was not best pleased to Sesshoumaru there, watching him dream. He snarled mentally at the youkai.
-What are you doing, dog?- he growled.
-I am merely watching you dream. What do you have to hide? Such a noble creature, loyally fighting to the death for your master.- Sesshoumaru sneered at that.
-I have nothing to hide, but some things I do not want to particularly share. Do not let me catch you watching while I rest, again, youkai.- Sesshoumaru merely smiled and returned to his spot, mulling over what the meaning was behind what he had just witnessed.
AN: Is it just me, or does this seem short? Oh well. Inuyasha and the others show up in the next chapter!