'An Analysis of Sesshomaru's Current State of Sanity'
Written by: Diablo Omega
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A very insecure bishonen, but that's about it.
Summary: Sesshomaru reflects on a sensitive issue.
Despite the outward façade of arrogance and cruel indifference, Sesshomaru is, deep inside his soul, a very lonely and insecure demon. Due to this inner weakness, he had adopted his current public image as a seemingly healthy defense mechanism. But over the years his insecurities crippled him emotionally, leaving a hollow body with only a confident and aristocratic illusion for protection.
The root of this problem can be traced to a very early age, when Sesshomaru was living in his father's palace in the Western Lands; the very castle he had inherited. His mother had disappeared less a month after his birth, and Inutaishou-sama, of course, was rarely at home to be with his son, and was never heard to remark any words of care or concern to or for his heir. During these periods of 'conditioning' (as his father dubbed them), Sesshomaru was left without anyone to be cared for. Oh yes, he had servants enough to make an army with, but no one could ease his rapidly growing sense of abandonment. Slowly but surely he developed a massive inferiority complex, as he was told again and again of Inutaishou-sama's deeds of bravery, his near-invincibility in battle, and, of course, the vast dominion he ruled. Understandably, it seemed to the young Sesshomaru that he could never measure up to his father's greatness.
Then, after Inutaishou-sama had been entombed in a location that was not to be revealed to his first-born son (a further emotional blow to Sesshomaru), said son inherited the Tenseiga, the sword forged from his father's fang that could save a hundred live in one stroke, and brother to the Tetsusaiga, the sword, also forged from Inutaishou-sama's fang, that could slay one hundred youkai in one swing. To Sesshomaru, the Tenseiga was useless, while his father's giving of the Tetsusaiga to his bastard son was the ultimate metaphorical wound and insult. What remained of his emotions and fond memories (no matter how very few there were) was obliterated and his world came crashing down around his head…
A/N – Strange, no? It started out as a prologue, but turned into more of an essay than a story…Oh well! Liked it? Hated it? *Insert other emotional extreme I can't remember*-ed it? Let me know!
Written by: Diablo Omega
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A very insecure bishonen, but that's about it.
Summary: Sesshomaru reflects on a sensitive issue.
Despite the outward façade of arrogance and cruel indifference, Sesshomaru is, deep inside his soul, a very lonely and insecure demon. Due to this inner weakness, he had adopted his current public image as a seemingly healthy defense mechanism. But over the years his insecurities crippled him emotionally, leaving a hollow body with only a confident and aristocratic illusion for protection.
The root of this problem can be traced to a very early age, when Sesshomaru was living in his father's palace in the Western Lands; the very castle he had inherited. His mother had disappeared less a month after his birth, and Inutaishou-sama, of course, was rarely at home to be with his son, and was never heard to remark any words of care or concern to or for his heir. During these periods of 'conditioning' (as his father dubbed them), Sesshomaru was left without anyone to be cared for. Oh yes, he had servants enough to make an army with, but no one could ease his rapidly growing sense of abandonment. Slowly but surely he developed a massive inferiority complex, as he was told again and again of Inutaishou-sama's deeds of bravery, his near-invincibility in battle, and, of course, the vast dominion he ruled. Understandably, it seemed to the young Sesshomaru that he could never measure up to his father's greatness.
Then, after Inutaishou-sama had been entombed in a location that was not to be revealed to his first-born son (a further emotional blow to Sesshomaru), said son inherited the Tenseiga, the sword forged from his father's fang that could save a hundred live in one stroke, and brother to the Tetsusaiga, the sword, also forged from Inutaishou-sama's fang, that could slay one hundred youkai in one swing. To Sesshomaru, the Tenseiga was useless, while his father's giving of the Tetsusaiga to his bastard son was the ultimate metaphorical wound and insult. What remained of his emotions and fond memories (no matter how very few there were) was obliterated and his world came crashing down around his head…
A/N – Strange, no? It started out as a prologue, but turned into more of an essay than a story…Oh well! Liked it? Hated it? *Insert other emotional extreme I can't remember*-ed it? Let me know!