In this chapter I am using the song Two Thousand Years by Billy Joel. I do not own it.
The song reached out and filled Sesshomaru's mind to the fullest.
In the beginning / There was the cold and the night
And the demons
Prophets and
angels gave us the fire and the light
Foolishly the demons had taught the humans about fire, how to hunt, and how to survive
Man was
triumphant
The had taken over everything
Armed with the faith and the will / That even the darkest ages couldn't kill
Their foolish notions that they were supposed to rule this world as well as their sheer numbers, and the fact that the demons would not unite to fight had given them enough of an advantage to win
Too many kingdoms / Too many flags on the field
The flag and symbol of every demon lord that had sent out an army
So many
battles, so many wounds to be healed
So many deaths
Time is
relentless
It tears at everything, turning the mightiest mountain to dust, rerouting a river
Only true
love perseveres
The bonds of love stretched through anything, unbroken and stronger than before
It's been a
long time and now I'm with you / After two thousand years
Sesshomaru knew that if it took that long to be reunited with her, he would not make it
This is our moment / Here at the crossroads of time
He had already reached that crossroads and had chosen the path that led away from her
We hope our
children carry our dreams down the line / They are the vintage
But no children would carry their memory
What kind of
life will they live/ Is this a curse or a blessing that we give?
"A curse." Sesshomaru muttered
Sometimes I wonder / Why are we so blind to fate?
Why did some fight what they had to do?
Without
compassion, there can be no end to hate / No end to sorrow
She had taught him compassion, but it had failed him when he had most needed it
Caused by the
same endless fears
Being alone. Every beating heart, every living thing needed to be loved, to feel needed and accepted. She had filled that void that he had tried to deny. Now it was back
Why can't we
learn from all we've been through / After two thousand years?
Why can't she just forgive?
There will be miracles / After the last war is won
"Just let me see her one more time, just one more time, let me tell her I am sorry."
Science and
poetry rule in the new world to come
Logic, it had told the people that magic, demons and all magical creatures were fables, not real. Demons were forced to resume a human form, they had to give up any dealings with anything magical, or were killed as witches
Prophets and
angels / Gave us the power to see
The demons had given them the power
What an
amazing future there will be
Not for him, not ever for him again
And in the
evening / After the fire and the light
At the end of the world, when everything was gone and only the demons remained once more
One thing is
certain: nothing can hold back the night / Time is relentless / And
as the past disappears
Time, it gave life, and it took life away. But demons were immune. Nothing touched them. Nothing could stop the sun from rising and setting, another could stop night from coming, and nobody could stop the hunt at night.
We're on the
verge of all things new
Every day new things were discovered by the humans. New things to make life better. Every day they were on the verge of something else
We are two
thousand years
Sesshomaru had forgotten how long he and Kagome had been mates, and had no idea how long since he had first laid eyes on her. She had swept him away, taught him, helped him, and healed him. No amount of time could erase her deeds, no amount of time could undo what he had done.
Sesshomaru walked to the other side of his room where a shattered sword lay in a glass case. The sword made from his fathers fang, the sword that would give back life was broken. The night he had killed his daughter he had tried to bring her back. He had stood over the broken body and tried desperately to bring her back. But something was wrong, the sword would not work. He tried for hours and did not notice the cracks on the blade. For the hundredth time he tried, and the blade shattered. For reasons unknown to anyone, the blade would not bring his daughter back to him. It could raise the dead, but it could not heal the carnage he had left behind.
Sesshomaru reached out and grabbed the hilt, it still had about six inches of blade left on it. He ran a finger down the blade and it cut through his skin, and it was still sharp. He took the sword over the the large desk he had been sitting at. He sat down in the huge chair and lay the sword in front of him. It gleamed in the sparse light that came from the moon. He closed his eyes and made his decision. He opened his eyes and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, but then the next song came on. He smiled and decided he would wait for the last song before he finished.
If you can't guess what he is going to do, well, you'll just have to wait. I am going to get started on the next chapter right away and it should be done in a few days, so it is coming!
Thanks to: The Squabbit, Kira the Mizu Ryuu, Eternal Darkness24, Unicorn'sWhisper, LilAngel. Sakura Tenvaiga for the reviews!
