Disclaimer: I don't in any way or part own Inuyasha. Even though it's much to my dismay. *sighs*
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Ba-Dump.
Ba-dump.
Awareness is overlooked by many. They are those who know not what it is like to be shrouded in silence, with only the thoughts of the damned to keep you company. The thoughts of your master.
Odd how that name seems distasteful upon my . . . well I suppose I don't really have a tongue. Still the intent behind it is the same.
Strange how two brothers born from the same father could end up so different, both in form and in personality as well. One cold and apathetic born with everything at his fingertips, while the other fervently emotional despite being despised by the world.
Quite unlike my brother and I. We were created in the same forge, and from the fangs of the same demon. For the same purpose. I will admit that our skills differed. I was created to save and he to destroy.
Ying and yang. Balance between two brothers like ourselves.
However my master covets my twin. He does not realize my true purpose and use.
. . . Then again he simply may not care. It makes no difference after all. I will not serve him.
His heart is black as ink. The tiny corner of empathy he may possess is buried under layers of dark emotions.
Apathy
To those, humans and demons he considers inferior.
Hate
Of anything he was deprived of. Or anything he was taught to be below him.
Jealousy
Of his brother. Someone he has never taken the time to understand, or befriend. Who he believes stole his father's affection and care. Taking his 'rightful' place within the family and banishing all memory of his mother to the darkness. As well as hidden yearning for faithful friends such as those that have joined his brother.
Conceit
Belief that he reigns superior to all. Ranking above both half-breeds and humans.
Greed
Desiring all that he believes that he rightfully deserves.
Distrust
Of all.
And . . . Pain
Within a little boy, hurt one too many times. By his mother. By his father taking a new wife and son. Again and again.
Walls surrounding nothing but more walls. Not a minute speck of decency anywhere within an eye's view. I haven't found anything worth value as of yet.
But I am not unjust. There have been sparks of lighter things that have touched his shell in the past. So I stay by his side, waiting for the day when it is shattered for good.
Perhaps the day will come soon.