Author's Note; Hi. This will be my first anime fic, so please be gentle. Any criticism or suggestions are highly appreciated but I will hate any flames, k? Good.
Disclaimer; As you all well now, I do not own any of these characters. Yet. :D
IN MY EYES
PROLOGUE
It was a cool, clear night. He stood out on the balcony of his castle and surveyed the land, a satisfied twinkle in his cold eyes. The time would soon be at hand. He would destroy his half-breed brother for once and for all, taking the tetsusaiga and claiming it as his own. He would be even more powerful. He would rule all. He would --
Wait. What was that?
Down below, just outside the gates of his stowed away home, was a lone figure.
He paused, slightly interested in the figure's arrival. He, apart from his faithful lackeys, was the only one who had set foot on these premises in years. Who would dare impede on his territory now? Not even that half-demon dared to arrive at his home, especially alone.
He waited to see if the trespasser would continue their journey forwards. For all he knew, the stranger may just be passing by the castle, not walking up to it. But, a few moments later, there was no mistaking their path -- they had arrived at the gates.
He paused, yet again, this time in deciding his course of action. There was little doubt in his mind that the stranger was a human. If it was a demon, they could have attacked much more forcefully than just walking up the gates and waiting to be let in. And, of course, he sensed no scent of demon. No, the question was if he wanted to meet with a human. As a demon himself, he found mere mortals to be beneath him.
But how did a mere mortal find their way to his castle without befalling any harm?
"I must know," he murmured as he extended his right hand, bringing out his poisonous claws. Just in case.
Swiftly and quietly, he leapt from his position on the balcony and landed just below, firmly onto the ground. Shaking his head, his long white hair wafting in the wind, he brushed off his coat and began to walk forward. "Who dares to approach my castle?" he said, his cold voice ringing throughout the night.
But the stranger did not answer. In fact they did nothing to acknowledge his presence at all.
"Here me. I am Lord of this castle and I demand that you answer my questions or else you will only meet your doom here," he stated threateningly.
"I am here to help."
He looked up sharply and almost lost the aloof expression he always wore. For some reason, he had been almost sure that the stranger that approached his castle was male; most likely a warrior eager to catch glimpse of, and perhaps fight, the impressive demon. But he had been wrong. Though the stranger was cloaked so he could not see her, the voice was distinctly female.
Ignoring the fact that his trusty nose was failing him and trying to hide any surprise he experienced when he heard her voice, he raised his own. "You? Help me? Show yourself to me, wench, and I will see what you could do to help me."
"As you wish, my Lord. I live to serve you," she whispered as she lowered her cloak to reveal a teenaged girl's face, framed by long raven hair.
"You," he whispered, raising the hand with his poisoned claws not extended, intent on touching her face as to check as if she was real.
"Me," she murmured, leaning in to feel his touch.
But it was not meant to be. The second he felt the smooth flesh of her cheek, she vanished, leaving her cloak behind. He picked up the cloak and let it slip through his fingers, watching the fluid material as it fell. "What the--"
Sesshoumaru awoke with a start. "It was all a dream," he murmured to himself, as he climbed out of his bed and walked to the window. Flying out of it, he landed out onto the balcony that he had been standing on during his dream. But was it a dream? I usually don't dream at all. Maybe that's why it seems so real to me. Wait, though -- what's that?
As if still in his dream Sesshoumaru jumped over the side and landed almost cat-like on the ground. Then, with all the speed and agility that came naturally to him, he sped to the front gates and stared at the ground. Placed at the foot of the gates as if to taunt him, was a woman's cloak.
