A Frozen Moon at Midnight
Chapter Two- Sesshoumaru meets Lady Hoshiko
An elf-like ear twitched at the sound of feet walking down a muddy hall, a silent thud thumping against a puddle of water. Sesshoumaru ignored the sound it was making but it continued and started to annoy him. Sesshoumaru lay awake in his bed, the aching soreness of a deep wound pounding in his chest. It felt like his flesh was on fire, a burning sensation tingling his skin. No wound had felt like this before, as if it were eating away at his flesh. Sesshomaru noticed the wound grew bigger in size and bleeding heavily. He sat up and wrapped the wound with the blankets of his bed. His golden cat-slit eyes narrowed when a mysterious figure stood in the doorway of Sesshoumaru's bedchamber. Sesshoumaru had smelled the scent of youkai in the hallways but ignored it. The youkai was fast and much stronger because of several shikon jewel shards it had obtained. It stood in the darkness of room silent, no movement coming from the youkai. A flash of movement just above eye-level caught his attention, and he noticed the delicate pair of silver furred ears twitching in what he could only assume was the amusement reflected in the creature's eyes. The mysterious youkai was a tall female, standing clad in a hand-woven crimson silk kimono and hand-crafted sandals. A long silvery white braid brushed the base of her spine as she stood with her hands folded, staring at Sesshomaru.. He saw her swishing elegant silver tail, swishing idly behind her like a coiled snake. She was very attractive in appearance and she was the elder daughter of a famous feudal Lord named Masamitsu. Not surprisingly, really, the demon was beautiful, a sliver of moonlight come to earth. Pin-points of white glisten in the cool moonlight as the youkai smiled at Sesshomaru's beauty. He was extremely handsome and a mirror image of his mother which sparked a certain curiosity amongst the female nobles. Sesshoumaru's lifestyle was of a fierce and bitter spirit of malice and vengeance that has never distinguished itself greater in a demonic personality. He had fooled himself with his own arrogance, smoldering himself with the demise of others. His tendency to corrupt his young half-brother's life became yet another game he played when he felt bored. Inu-yasha's birth made matters even more difficult for Sesshoumaru and his presence amongst the nobles faded like a cloudy mist hovering over the sea. Jealousy wasn't the only emotion Sesshomaru felt from Inu-yasha's interference but these perceptions had come too late; there was no cause to make any complaints about this state of affairs. Even though he was the first-born son of the most feared demon in Feudal Japan, a mere half-breed with tarnished human blood replaces him. Anger flared in Sesshoumaru's soul, burning endlessly against this defiance. He had failed in his attempt to become a daimyo and his fate turned completely for the worse. His father's weakness for human flesh sickened him dreadfully and his mother stood back and did nothing to reprimand him.