SURFACE OF THE TWILIGHT An excerpt from the words of Sesshoumaru
(AN: Please notice that () means that at the bottom is an explanation or something I needed to tell you. Look or don't look. The choice is yours. Also, Inuyasha and all characters from that show and manga do not belong to me. Though I wish Sesshoumaru did. I on the other hand, do own the monk, Miroku's offspring in this story. )
It would be typical that something as moronic as this would happen to I, Sesshoumaru. It's just common knowledge that such things happen to me. It's not as if I have angered the Fates. I just do my job. And I must say I do a damn good job at it too. Ruling over such a large piece of land can be very difficult at times I must tell you. Making sure the humans send out their offerings every full moon, not allowing the beaver demons to chow down on every bloody tree in the abundant forests, and of course, fighting off insolent demons who think they can best me in their challenges. It's quite pathetic really. But, I am patient. And I do enjoy my duty as Lord of the Western Lands. But you see, that was before.
Before what you ask? Well, I was getting to that. You see, this girl, no this woman. No child could be such a complete pain. This obnoxious woman entered my life. Found tromping around in my land by one of my guards. The one thing I don't understand is why the guard decided that this human woman was such a threat. Plenty of humans walk around. My property is quite large. It would not be an uncommon site.
Only seventeen. Well old enough to have had at least one child in my time. I was well informed later on that she was still underage. Not even old enough to drink the sake I offered her. (Why I did I have no idea.) It's as if my entire brain shut off when she entered my life. I'm not sure if it was hormones, magic, or some other evil thing that the Fates love to send my way.
This is so out of character for me. I would never in all my hundreds of years of life spoken to a monk when I could write down my own stories. I just don't know what has gotten into me. Don't even think that. I can read minds you know. Well, not true thoughts. It's more of a sensory type of thing. You wouldn't understand, and I wouldn't know how to describe the sensation.
Love. Such a simple four letter word. It causes such problems doesn't it? Well, I'm sure you wouldn't know. You are a monk. Maybe you would know. You are related to that Miroku fellow. I can smell his blood flowing through your veins. Does that make you feel uncomfortable? That I can smell your blood? That I can follow one droplet as it circulates throughout your body? Yes, I can see you fidgeting. If I were the type to apologize, I would. But I'm not.
Back to love. I thought I knew what love was once. Fickle emotions that can only cause pain for those who indulge in it. The moment I sensed this woman waltz into my study thinking she was a goddess and that I should succumb to her every whim, I felt this pang in my chest. For a while I believed it was the beginning signs that I was about to have a heart attack. A premonition that this woman would cause me great agony I suppose. I never paid any attention to her chocolate-brown eyes. Those gorgeous eyes of hers...
I seem to have gotten sidetracked for a moment. I never smelled that lovely signature scent of hers. No perfumes could match this natural smell that she had probably been born with. I never thought that it could have been like, nonetheless love. I didn't believe in love. I believed in making love. Yes. I could hear demons and their mates going at it. So I knew, but I didn't. This was after the time of arranged marriages for the demon-kind. We married for love, not for gain anymore. I didn't understand this at the time. Though I had lived many years, I was still quite dim.
Yes, I know. I actually did just admit that I, Sesshoumaru could have any stupidity within my head. Do you think that humorous monk? Well, I suppose it is. But back to the woman. She was just a pain when she first came. Constantly wanting to bathe I noticed. Perhaps that was why she rarely had the stomach churning scent that so many humans possessed at the time. No. I am not saying you smell. This is 2004. Many people here shower at least once a day. Thank the Fates for allowing that one. The world is so full of humans these days. I would never leave the house if they bathed only a few times a month. Though people, especially women, soak themselves in putrid perfumes. The perfume I can't stand the most is that blasted cucumber melon. () I remember once that an employee of mine bought me a candle of that scent for some holiday one year. Why people would buy me candles is something I may never know. I do know that the employee, a woman mind you, did have a bit of an attraction to me. I can partially see why, but the fact that I was so cruel to her and never showed her that I had any form of liking towards her still confuses me. Why would anyone enjoy liking someone who is so cruel. I almost felt like Demetrius, and her Helena. Minus the fact that they fell in love at the end of the play. ()
She would probably be terribly frustrated that I keep calling her 'the woman'. Though it wouldn't bother me if she called me 'the man', because I know I am one, and I am in fact, the man of the house. Kagome, I'm sure you know of her. The infamous lady who traveled back in time with my moronic half-brother. Saving mankind from demon-kind. We are such terrible things are we not? No, I am proof that we don't need to live on the blood- spilling. I am not saying that I do not miss it. Because I do. Even if it is just a bit. Instinct can be overwhelming at times. And I do recall Kagome having to slap me on the hand as I reached for an animal, or a child. This was all a very long time ago, so you can clear your eyes of that delicious fear.
I would never turn human for her. Kagome knew this, but that would not hinder her attempts at turning me 'good'. I can still remember the time I held her body against mine. Both clothed mind you, lecher. I held such a blood lust within my body, that I could not sustain myself for longer then a few moments. She just happened to be there. With her milky skin, her luscious ebony hair cascading about her shoulders in such a way... The kimono she wore, a dark red if I can recall correctly, showed off her throat and collar bone to me. She no longer wore her bloody school uniform. To this day she still doesn't know why she wore the blasted thing constantly. She was finished with school. It seemed to me that because of her lack of studies, she made up for the extra time by bothering me with her presence. But only once did I lose control.
I bit into the junction where her graceful neck met her collar bone. Where if I were to make her my life companion I would have taken her blood and given her mine. I was so thirsty, and it was all her fault too. I realize it is immature of me to blame my faults on her, but it was true. She had driven me to a point of insanity. If you feed on something for a long time, your body accumulates to it. You need it in your body to function. Much like drugs. Now, I would not be able to comprehend anything unless I have at least two cups of coffee every morning. Her life-blood tasted so good, rolling over my tongue. She just stood there, allowing me to get my fill. Her powers replenished every drop I took, or else I would have drained her.
Yes, demons do have vampire like qualities. The canines are in fact meat- eaters. But eat dried dog food instead. Given the chance, many would enjoy the taste of blood. I'm sure. That was the first and last time I would ever take her blood. I was scared that eventually it might turn into more if I ever drank from her again. Completing the claiming ritual I mean. I was not ready to take a mate. I did not think I required one. I would leave my land to Rin. I did not need to procreate.
I was proved wrong. Yes, very wrong indeed. Instinct attacked me once more. Though at the time I blamed it all on instinct, nothing more. It was something else mixed in along with that. The night we shared our first kiss was on during a new moon. The one night Inuyasha was weak, I was there in my palace, and 'making out' as you humans say, with the woman who used to love him. If I'm not mistaken, Inuyasha felt for her as well. She was there, standing on my balcony looking out over my land. So graceful. The hot wind blowing her hair about her face. I don't know how long I stood behind her. Watching her from a small distance. But suddenly I felt such an urge to touch her milky skin. To place my lips upon hers to make her feel the passion that was rooted so deep inside me.
I did. I walked right up behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around to quickly that she almost lost her balance in shock. I saw fear in her eyes, and I'm sure it was from the fiery gaze that was laced in mine. I slammed my lips onto her own and took my hands from her shoulders, placing one on the back of her head, entwined within her dark locks and the other against the small of her back. So I could pull her closer to my own body. I wanted to somehow bring her closer to myself. We were so close already, her chest and hips smashed against mine. I knew I couldn't though. She was human. And I despised humans. I tried to feel content with just her lips moving against mine. I could sense her want, and I could not know how she could not sense my own for her.
Finally I pulled back. We were both breathing hard, and I could see that she was not disappointed in being interrupted from her time alone. Her small hands were on my rising and falling chest. She was searching my face for something that would tell her why I had done something so randomly. I, Sesshoumaru do not do random acts. This was very out of character for me, and she knew it.
(AN: Alright, this is something that totally popped out of no where. I know I'm not even close to finishing A Fate Unknown, and what's so amazing about that title, is that I don't even know the two lover's fates. So you see, I'm utterly crazy for starting this knew story. But, I wanted to know if anyone liked it first before I continue. If I don't get at least five good reviews, I'll quit. Unless someone REALLY does not want me to. For the asterisks () above, here's the explanations:
() I once had this evil girl buy me a Christmas present, and it was cucumber melon scented body spray. I can't stand the smell 'cause she sprayed it all over the place and I felt nauseous for such a long time. I'm sorry if you like the smell, but everyone has their own right to an opinion, so just say so, and I won't shoot you down if you don't shoot me down.
() If you didn't know already, Helena and Demetrius are characters from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Just to inform you. But if you don't really know the story, here a quickie about the couple. Helena loved Demetrius, but Demetrius loved Hermia, another character. But Hermia loved Lysander. The fairy king Oberon had his servant Puck put these drops of this magic potion stuff from a flower on Demetrius' and Lysander's eyes. Which was a bad mistake. Both fell in love with Helena and Hermia gets left behind. Blah blah...Eventually the king takes things into his own hands 'cause Puck messed up. He fixes Lysander and he loves Hermia again, and Demetrius finally loves Helena. Making things all happy.
(AN: Please notice that () means that at the bottom is an explanation or something I needed to tell you. Look or don't look. The choice is yours. Also, Inuyasha and all characters from that show and manga do not belong to me. Though I wish Sesshoumaru did. I on the other hand, do own the monk, Miroku's offspring in this story. )
It would be typical that something as moronic as this would happen to I, Sesshoumaru. It's just common knowledge that such things happen to me. It's not as if I have angered the Fates. I just do my job. And I must say I do a damn good job at it too. Ruling over such a large piece of land can be very difficult at times I must tell you. Making sure the humans send out their offerings every full moon, not allowing the beaver demons to chow down on every bloody tree in the abundant forests, and of course, fighting off insolent demons who think they can best me in their challenges. It's quite pathetic really. But, I am patient. And I do enjoy my duty as Lord of the Western Lands. But you see, that was before.
Before what you ask? Well, I was getting to that. You see, this girl, no this woman. No child could be such a complete pain. This obnoxious woman entered my life. Found tromping around in my land by one of my guards. The one thing I don't understand is why the guard decided that this human woman was such a threat. Plenty of humans walk around. My property is quite large. It would not be an uncommon site.
Only seventeen. Well old enough to have had at least one child in my time. I was well informed later on that she was still underage. Not even old enough to drink the sake I offered her. (Why I did I have no idea.) It's as if my entire brain shut off when she entered my life. I'm not sure if it was hormones, magic, or some other evil thing that the Fates love to send my way.
This is so out of character for me. I would never in all my hundreds of years of life spoken to a monk when I could write down my own stories. I just don't know what has gotten into me. Don't even think that. I can read minds you know. Well, not true thoughts. It's more of a sensory type of thing. You wouldn't understand, and I wouldn't know how to describe the sensation.
Love. Such a simple four letter word. It causes such problems doesn't it? Well, I'm sure you wouldn't know. You are a monk. Maybe you would know. You are related to that Miroku fellow. I can smell his blood flowing through your veins. Does that make you feel uncomfortable? That I can smell your blood? That I can follow one droplet as it circulates throughout your body? Yes, I can see you fidgeting. If I were the type to apologize, I would. But I'm not.
Back to love. I thought I knew what love was once. Fickle emotions that can only cause pain for those who indulge in it. The moment I sensed this woman waltz into my study thinking she was a goddess and that I should succumb to her every whim, I felt this pang in my chest. For a while I believed it was the beginning signs that I was about to have a heart attack. A premonition that this woman would cause me great agony I suppose. I never paid any attention to her chocolate-brown eyes. Those gorgeous eyes of hers...
I seem to have gotten sidetracked for a moment. I never smelled that lovely signature scent of hers. No perfumes could match this natural smell that she had probably been born with. I never thought that it could have been like, nonetheless love. I didn't believe in love. I believed in making love. Yes. I could hear demons and their mates going at it. So I knew, but I didn't. This was after the time of arranged marriages for the demon-kind. We married for love, not for gain anymore. I didn't understand this at the time. Though I had lived many years, I was still quite dim.
Yes, I know. I actually did just admit that I, Sesshoumaru could have any stupidity within my head. Do you think that humorous monk? Well, I suppose it is. But back to the woman. She was just a pain when she first came. Constantly wanting to bathe I noticed. Perhaps that was why she rarely had the stomach churning scent that so many humans possessed at the time. No. I am not saying you smell. This is 2004. Many people here shower at least once a day. Thank the Fates for allowing that one. The world is so full of humans these days. I would never leave the house if they bathed only a few times a month. Though people, especially women, soak themselves in putrid perfumes. The perfume I can't stand the most is that blasted cucumber melon. () I remember once that an employee of mine bought me a candle of that scent for some holiday one year. Why people would buy me candles is something I may never know. I do know that the employee, a woman mind you, did have a bit of an attraction to me. I can partially see why, but the fact that I was so cruel to her and never showed her that I had any form of liking towards her still confuses me. Why would anyone enjoy liking someone who is so cruel. I almost felt like Demetrius, and her Helena. Minus the fact that they fell in love at the end of the play. ()
She would probably be terribly frustrated that I keep calling her 'the woman'. Though it wouldn't bother me if she called me 'the man', because I know I am one, and I am in fact, the man of the house. Kagome, I'm sure you know of her. The infamous lady who traveled back in time with my moronic half-brother. Saving mankind from demon-kind. We are such terrible things are we not? No, I am proof that we don't need to live on the blood- spilling. I am not saying that I do not miss it. Because I do. Even if it is just a bit. Instinct can be overwhelming at times. And I do recall Kagome having to slap me on the hand as I reached for an animal, or a child. This was all a very long time ago, so you can clear your eyes of that delicious fear.
I would never turn human for her. Kagome knew this, but that would not hinder her attempts at turning me 'good'. I can still remember the time I held her body against mine. Both clothed mind you, lecher. I held such a blood lust within my body, that I could not sustain myself for longer then a few moments. She just happened to be there. With her milky skin, her luscious ebony hair cascading about her shoulders in such a way... The kimono she wore, a dark red if I can recall correctly, showed off her throat and collar bone to me. She no longer wore her bloody school uniform. To this day she still doesn't know why she wore the blasted thing constantly. She was finished with school. It seemed to me that because of her lack of studies, she made up for the extra time by bothering me with her presence. But only once did I lose control.
I bit into the junction where her graceful neck met her collar bone. Where if I were to make her my life companion I would have taken her blood and given her mine. I was so thirsty, and it was all her fault too. I realize it is immature of me to blame my faults on her, but it was true. She had driven me to a point of insanity. If you feed on something for a long time, your body accumulates to it. You need it in your body to function. Much like drugs. Now, I would not be able to comprehend anything unless I have at least two cups of coffee every morning. Her life-blood tasted so good, rolling over my tongue. She just stood there, allowing me to get my fill. Her powers replenished every drop I took, or else I would have drained her.
Yes, demons do have vampire like qualities. The canines are in fact meat- eaters. But eat dried dog food instead. Given the chance, many would enjoy the taste of blood. I'm sure. That was the first and last time I would ever take her blood. I was scared that eventually it might turn into more if I ever drank from her again. Completing the claiming ritual I mean. I was not ready to take a mate. I did not think I required one. I would leave my land to Rin. I did not need to procreate.
I was proved wrong. Yes, very wrong indeed. Instinct attacked me once more. Though at the time I blamed it all on instinct, nothing more. It was something else mixed in along with that. The night we shared our first kiss was on during a new moon. The one night Inuyasha was weak, I was there in my palace, and 'making out' as you humans say, with the woman who used to love him. If I'm not mistaken, Inuyasha felt for her as well. She was there, standing on my balcony looking out over my land. So graceful. The hot wind blowing her hair about her face. I don't know how long I stood behind her. Watching her from a small distance. But suddenly I felt such an urge to touch her milky skin. To place my lips upon hers to make her feel the passion that was rooted so deep inside me.
I did. I walked right up behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around to quickly that she almost lost her balance in shock. I saw fear in her eyes, and I'm sure it was from the fiery gaze that was laced in mine. I slammed my lips onto her own and took my hands from her shoulders, placing one on the back of her head, entwined within her dark locks and the other against the small of her back. So I could pull her closer to my own body. I wanted to somehow bring her closer to myself. We were so close already, her chest and hips smashed against mine. I knew I couldn't though. She was human. And I despised humans. I tried to feel content with just her lips moving against mine. I could sense her want, and I could not know how she could not sense my own for her.
Finally I pulled back. We were both breathing hard, and I could see that she was not disappointed in being interrupted from her time alone. Her small hands were on my rising and falling chest. She was searching my face for something that would tell her why I had done something so randomly. I, Sesshoumaru do not do random acts. This was very out of character for me, and she knew it.
(AN: Alright, this is something that totally popped out of no where. I know I'm not even close to finishing A Fate Unknown, and what's so amazing about that title, is that I don't even know the two lover's fates. So you see, I'm utterly crazy for starting this knew story. But, I wanted to know if anyone liked it first before I continue. If I don't get at least five good reviews, I'll quit. Unless someone REALLY does not want me to. For the asterisks () above, here's the explanations:
() I once had this evil girl buy me a Christmas present, and it was cucumber melon scented body spray. I can't stand the smell 'cause she sprayed it all over the place and I felt nauseous for such a long time. I'm sorry if you like the smell, but everyone has their own right to an opinion, so just say so, and I won't shoot you down if you don't shoot me down.
() If you didn't know already, Helena and Demetrius are characters from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Just to inform you. But if you don't really know the story, here a quickie about the couple. Helena loved Demetrius, but Demetrius loved Hermia, another character. But Hermia loved Lysander. The fairy king Oberon had his servant Puck put these drops of this magic potion stuff from a flower on Demetrius' and Lysander's eyes. Which was a bad mistake. Both fell in love with Helena and Hermia gets left behind. Blah blah...Eventually the king takes things into his own hands 'cause Puck messed up. He fixes Lysander and he loves Hermia again, and Demetrius finally loves Helena. Making things all happy.