A Demon's Heart
By YoukaiJilly
Summary:
A young Sesshomaru is in the plot to bring his father's new wife to their home. However when she goes missing two of her servants follow. The elder girl protests she is ever loyal to her lady and the younger also agrees. But Sesshomaru knows something is wrong but doesn't find out exactly what is the problem until too late. Can he save his family from falling apart and why can't he get the younger girl to fear him?
Chapter Eight: Sleep Cannot Escape Sadness
Last Chapter:
After the moping young man had gotten the room ready for both Sesshomaru and himself, Sesshomaru crawled under his covers and snuggled deeper into them, trying to draw as much warmth from them as possible. He felt like a little child again, curled next to his mother when he had a nightmare. It was his grandmother who first taught him his hatred of humans, and neither his father nor his mother had been able to correct his "problem."
'Grandmother would be proud a few months ago.' Thought Sesshomaru, closing his eyes. 'I'm sure she'd disown me now if she was still alive.'
And with that final thought, Sesshomaru fell asleep almost instantly, trying to ignore the soft sound of Jiro's snore. The crickets chirped outside the window as a half-moon peeked it's way through the clouds.
The Story Continues.......
Sesshomaru blinked tiredly and saw that he was standing. Alarmed, he quickly looked around, expecting to see himself in his room and Jiro sleeping on the floor. Instead, he was in a room colored light blue with clouds and stars and things a child would make good use of. A little sleeping futon with dark blue blankets was against one wall and a rag doll of a dog lay on the pillow. Sesshomaru tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He knew this room.
It was his after all, when he was a child.
"Grandmother!" called a child's voice, their head popping up from behind a large wooden chest. Sesshomaru recalled it contained most of his toys. A regal bearing female dog demon swept into the room, her silk black kimono swirling around as she walked in. She looked at her grandson in annoyance. He had run and hugged her leg, smiling brightly up at her.
"Sesshomaru let go of me. And get that grin off your face. You should never show your emotions to your enemies." She had snapped at him.
"But you are not my enemy. Daddy said you were a withered bat though. Grammy, what's a bat?"
"Enough Sesshomaru. What is that?" asked his grandmother, pointing to the rag doll.
"That's Kazuki." Said Sesshomaru proudly, running to pick it up. He toddled back over to the lady and held it up. "One of Mommy's friend made it for me. I love Kazuki more than all my other toys put together! Do you want to hold him?"
Sesshomaru opened his grandmother's hand and placed Kazuki in it. The adult Sesshomaru sat on the floor, his legs crossed and winced. He remembered what happened next. With a frown to show she was disgusted, his grandmother made the green poison that was one of his family's trademarks melted the cloth doll right before Sesshomaru's shimmering eyes. The child version of him started to bawl. His grandmother rapped him over the head. He wailed louder.
"Sesshomaru, stop crying this minute! You should not hold something made by a stinking human so precious!" she told him.
The adult Sesshomaru mouthed the words his child form said next.
"But, she was so nice! I loved Kazuki!" he wailed, tears spilling down and leaving little spots on his kimono.
"Humans always have hidden agendas. Sesshomaru, dear, the doll contained a deadly poison. I saved you." She insisted.
'What a load of bull, but I did lap it up.' Sesshomaru thought, watching as the child form of him gasped and gaped at his grandmother. 'I attacked the woman who made if for me, saying she was going to kill me and no one in the village would ever talk to me after that. And like there were any children here to play with. Jiro didn't come here until some time later.'
As he thought this to himself, the scene around him shimmered and he saw as an older child version of himself walked down the village path. People rushed inside with their children and Sesshomaru saw a group of girls near a little lake. Daring to approach them, they squealed and Sesshomaru snarled as if playing. They shrieked and crowded behind one little girl with sharp gray eyes and long black hair.
"Scared of me little girl?" he snarled.
"Please, you aren't scary. I don't see why everyone is so afraid of you boy." She retorted. She didn't look older than ten. Sesshomaru, the child one, was probably about twelve, a very tricky age.
The way she spoke seemed so familiar. Her expression of disgust and her face, Sesshomaru tried to place it and gasped.
'No, it's not...it couldn't be...' He thought, stunned. 'AYAKA?'
"You girls are no fun. Humans are evil." The child Sesshomaru said, lacing his finger together and putting them behind his head. As he walked off, the child version heard the little Ayaka shout:
"Stinking horrid demon!"
He laughed back then, and forgot all about the girl until now. Even then, she was very cute. He had thought so. But like he would ever admit it.
'Okay,' thought Sesshomaru. 'Dreams like this are not possible. If Jiro is pulling some crap, I'll kill him when I wake up.'
The dream changed again, and he saw the same child version sitting on a futon, trying desperately not to cry.
"Why do they hate me?" he sobbed as his childish voice cracked with sadness. "I did one thing bad, and they all hate me. I don't want to be a stinking horrid demon. If they're going to hate me, I'll hate them, FOREVER!"
The memory of loneliness gripped Sesshomaru's heart. A few days after this, Jiro had shown up with Lord Atsushi and Lady Naomi. Delighted in having a friend at last, one that was a demon, even if he was perverted. After that, he and Jiro had been the best of friends.
'Wonder when that started changing?' Sesshomaru thought. 'Can't I get a decent night sleep anymore?'
As if by command, the dreamed shimmered again and Sesshomaru stared into blackness. Realizing he was in his room, Sesshomaru turned over and went back to sleep, no more memories haunting him.
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Author's Note:
Okay, so it was short. But like that matters. You still want to read it. So, keep reading and please, pretty please review. I really need them. It's so I can get an reactions and/or ideas from my wonderful readers.
(If I've got any that is. -- )
By YoukaiJilly
Summary:
A young Sesshomaru is in the plot to bring his father's new wife to their home. However when she goes missing two of her servants follow. The elder girl protests she is ever loyal to her lady and the younger also agrees. But Sesshomaru knows something is wrong but doesn't find out exactly what is the problem until too late. Can he save his family from falling apart and why can't he get the younger girl to fear him?
Chapter Eight: Sleep Cannot Escape Sadness
Last Chapter:
After the moping young man had gotten the room ready for both Sesshomaru and himself, Sesshomaru crawled under his covers and snuggled deeper into them, trying to draw as much warmth from them as possible. He felt like a little child again, curled next to his mother when he had a nightmare. It was his grandmother who first taught him his hatred of humans, and neither his father nor his mother had been able to correct his "problem."
'Grandmother would be proud a few months ago.' Thought Sesshomaru, closing his eyes. 'I'm sure she'd disown me now if she was still alive.'
And with that final thought, Sesshomaru fell asleep almost instantly, trying to ignore the soft sound of Jiro's snore. The crickets chirped outside the window as a half-moon peeked it's way through the clouds.
The Story Continues.......
Sesshomaru blinked tiredly and saw that he was standing. Alarmed, he quickly looked around, expecting to see himself in his room and Jiro sleeping on the floor. Instead, he was in a room colored light blue with clouds and stars and things a child would make good use of. A little sleeping futon with dark blue blankets was against one wall and a rag doll of a dog lay on the pillow. Sesshomaru tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He knew this room.
It was his after all, when he was a child.
"Grandmother!" called a child's voice, their head popping up from behind a large wooden chest. Sesshomaru recalled it contained most of his toys. A regal bearing female dog demon swept into the room, her silk black kimono swirling around as she walked in. She looked at her grandson in annoyance. He had run and hugged her leg, smiling brightly up at her.
"Sesshomaru let go of me. And get that grin off your face. You should never show your emotions to your enemies." She had snapped at him.
"But you are not my enemy. Daddy said you were a withered bat though. Grammy, what's a bat?"
"Enough Sesshomaru. What is that?" asked his grandmother, pointing to the rag doll.
"That's Kazuki." Said Sesshomaru proudly, running to pick it up. He toddled back over to the lady and held it up. "One of Mommy's friend made it for me. I love Kazuki more than all my other toys put together! Do you want to hold him?"
Sesshomaru opened his grandmother's hand and placed Kazuki in it. The adult Sesshomaru sat on the floor, his legs crossed and winced. He remembered what happened next. With a frown to show she was disgusted, his grandmother made the green poison that was one of his family's trademarks melted the cloth doll right before Sesshomaru's shimmering eyes. The child version of him started to bawl. His grandmother rapped him over the head. He wailed louder.
"Sesshomaru, stop crying this minute! You should not hold something made by a stinking human so precious!" she told him.
The adult Sesshomaru mouthed the words his child form said next.
"But, she was so nice! I loved Kazuki!" he wailed, tears spilling down and leaving little spots on his kimono.
"Humans always have hidden agendas. Sesshomaru, dear, the doll contained a deadly poison. I saved you." She insisted.
'What a load of bull, but I did lap it up.' Sesshomaru thought, watching as the child form of him gasped and gaped at his grandmother. 'I attacked the woman who made if for me, saying she was going to kill me and no one in the village would ever talk to me after that. And like there were any children here to play with. Jiro didn't come here until some time later.'
As he thought this to himself, the scene around him shimmered and he saw as an older child version of himself walked down the village path. People rushed inside with their children and Sesshomaru saw a group of girls near a little lake. Daring to approach them, they squealed and Sesshomaru snarled as if playing. They shrieked and crowded behind one little girl with sharp gray eyes and long black hair.
"Scared of me little girl?" he snarled.
"Please, you aren't scary. I don't see why everyone is so afraid of you boy." She retorted. She didn't look older than ten. Sesshomaru, the child one, was probably about twelve, a very tricky age.
The way she spoke seemed so familiar. Her expression of disgust and her face, Sesshomaru tried to place it and gasped.
'No, it's not...it couldn't be...' He thought, stunned. 'AYAKA?'
"You girls are no fun. Humans are evil." The child Sesshomaru said, lacing his finger together and putting them behind his head. As he walked off, the child version heard the little Ayaka shout:
"Stinking horrid demon!"
He laughed back then, and forgot all about the girl until now. Even then, she was very cute. He had thought so. But like he would ever admit it.
'Okay,' thought Sesshomaru. 'Dreams like this are not possible. If Jiro is pulling some crap, I'll kill him when I wake up.'
The dream changed again, and he saw the same child version sitting on a futon, trying desperately not to cry.
"Why do they hate me?" he sobbed as his childish voice cracked with sadness. "I did one thing bad, and they all hate me. I don't want to be a stinking horrid demon. If they're going to hate me, I'll hate them, FOREVER!"
The memory of loneliness gripped Sesshomaru's heart. A few days after this, Jiro had shown up with Lord Atsushi and Lady Naomi. Delighted in having a friend at last, one that was a demon, even if he was perverted. After that, he and Jiro had been the best of friends.
'Wonder when that started changing?' Sesshomaru thought. 'Can't I get a decent night sleep anymore?'
As if by command, the dreamed shimmered again and Sesshomaru stared into blackness. Realizing he was in his room, Sesshomaru turned over and went back to sleep, no more memories haunting him.
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Author's Note:
Okay, so it was short. But like that matters. You still want to read it. So, keep reading and please, pretty please review. I really need them. It's so I can get an reactions and/or ideas from my wonderful readers.
(If I've got any that is. -- )