Blix:This is…a very sad chapter in a way, and I don't like creating something this sad. Must be because it's the 13th chapter..But I have no choice. Everyone, please tell me what you think of everything.
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Bad day
Chapter 13- His bad days
"Why did you tell her about my mother?" Sesshoumaru asked. Kentetsu sighed at the flat expression on his face, the coldness in his eyes. Faintly, the old youkai remembered a younger Sesshoumaru who had hungered for his sire's approval. Kentetsu had often tried to replace Inu Taisho, but the youkai's prescience in his son's life had been too visible, to overbearing. Much like Sesshoumaru today.
"You rejected her, at least in her eyes. She is young Sesshoumaru, do you remember what you were like at her age?" Kentetsu asked.
"No."
"I do. You wanted your father's love and approval so much that you set out to best him in everything. No matter what, you thought he loved Inu Yasha more than you," Kentetsu told the younger youkai.
"My father was weak for loving at all," Sesshoumaru answered in the same bored tone as always.
"Really? Am I weak for loving my wife and my daughter and my grandchildren?"
"You don't let it kill you," Sesshoumaru told him, a slight trace of bitterness in his voice this time.
Kentetsu said nothing more, just looked at Sesshoumaru's face. Akari's family crest lay there on his forehead, the blue marking standing out among the pale skin that was also a trait he had inherited from his beautiful mother. Yet there were signs on Inu Taisho. Two crimson stripes gracing each side of his face. His features were a mix of his mother and father's, creating a beautiful androgynous effect.
And Kentetsu also remembered the way Inu Taisho had used Sesshoumaru's features as a tool to make him stronger, but in such a way that some might call cruel.
'My boy looks like a woman. How will he ever gain respect if he seems like some dainty geisha?' Inu Taisho had told many of the court men, right in front of the boy no less. Later that night, Kentetsu had taken the old man aside and demanded an explanation for his harsh words.
'It will make him tougher. He will no doubt be plagued one day, by insults that he looks like a woman. He must learn to take it now.'
With a sigh the kitsune stood and put a hand on the silent figure's shoulder.
"He loved you. I will not say he was a kind man. He did all the wrong things for the right reasons," Kentetsu told him.
"Shaming our house and destroying my mother's pride was for my good?" Sesshoumaru asked in a dangerously cold voice. Kentetsu sighed again. He realized he did that a lot around this boy, almost as much as he had sighed around Inu Taisho.
"You and your father are very different people, but in some ways, you are very much like him. Remember this Sesshoumaru, sometimes, you cannot teach someone by acting impartial or superior. A sakura can bloom despite adversity, but very few are handled with care. Only those that are gently held last within someone's hands." And with that, Kentetsu left Sesshoumaru alone in the magnificent garden that had once been his mother's sanctum.
Sesshoumaru refused to let himself dwell on the past. It was dead. The only signs of the shame his father had brought to the Western Kingdom was a hanyou who was more foolish than his sire.
With a quick glance to the Sakura trees, still bare of even leaves, he left the place of memory behind, escaping back into a world he knew.
Kagome tossed and turned in her bed, still sore and feeling rather dejected. Sesshoumaru had told her his mother was dead in a voice that might as well belong to a dead person itself. Kentetsu had never been able to finish his story. Kagome also wondered about the whole comment about knowing the future and the enigmatic look the old kitsune had thrown at Sesshoumaru.
What had happened? Had Sesshoumaru lost all hope after his mother had died? Had he hardened himself against emotions so he would never hurt again?
Kagome didn't know any answers, and had a feeling there weren't any easy ones. But she was going home tomorrow. She could always ask the future Sesshoumaru.
Scratch that, she realized she couldn't. How could she? It might stir up painful memories for the youkai, or even enrage him again. She remembered the last time he had been hurting. She didn't want to see the pain in his eyes.
She would just have to ask Kentetsu. Sure it might be somewhat underhanded, but she had to know some things, like Sesshoumaru's superiority complex towards humans and his hatred for Inu Yasha.
She fell asleep fitfully, falling into a dream.
In this one, she was nothing more than a specter. She saw people talking and laughing jovially in what seemed to be an tea house of some sort.
Suddenly a woman entered, she was beautiful, there was no doubt. Her face was gentle and kind, and her hair was raven colored with blue highlights striking it. Her eyes were rather pale for the Japanese, being a honey colored brown.
'Ah, if it isn't the beautiful lotus blossom! Come sit by me Hasu, I wish for your company!' A white haired figure roared. Kagome noticed he too carried two crimson stripes down either side of his face. The woman went, almost floated, to the youkai's side and sat down.
'Your wife would not be pleased that you wish for my company every night,' Hasu told the youkai. In turn he laughed and pulled her closer. Kagome saw the flash of fear and uncertainty in the woman's eyes, and once again she had to wonder about that fear
The chatter went on and on, the geisha made jokes and flirted with the men, and the entire time Hasu fidgeted by the youkai's side. Kagome figured by this time that the youkai was Inu Taisho.
'And what of your son old man? Has he grown more beautiful in the past year? At the rate it is going he might have to be put in the okiya!' One youkai, a crow demon, laughed uproariously. Kagome saw a flash of rage in Inu Taisho's eyes, but his facial muscles never moved once.
'Komadori, go fetch my son and bring him here, he needs to be with us men,' Inu Taisho told another geisha. The geisha got up from her seat next to Kentetsu(much younger and very handsome, Kagome noted) and left quickly and quietly.
For awhile the room was still filled with chatter and laughter, and even Hasu stopped fidgeting.
Then the doors slid open and a beautiful youth stepped in, Komadori right behind him. Kagome knew in an instant that this was a younger Sesshoumaru.
He seemed somewhat uncertain o himself in the room full of men and geisha. But he took a step in, and his demeanor changed suddenly, and he was a strong, deadly male despite his youth.
Kagome noticed it was because he let all emotion drain from his eyes and his face took on a bored, somewhat annoyed face that he would perfect later on in life.
'You summoned me father?' He asked.
'Yes Sesshoumaru. Come and sit by me. Is there a geisha you wished to see tonight?' Inu Taisho said as Sesshoumaru walked gracefully and sat next to his father, Hasu on the other side. There was no expression in the youkai's eyes as he looked his sire right in the eyes.
'No, father. If you have brought me here in attempts to get me to bed one of your whores you are mistaken. If that is all, I want to get back to training,' Sesshoumaru told his father flatly.
'I have not bedded them all!' Inu Taisho roared in laughter.
'And if I were to request Hasu?' Sesshoumaru said, a hint of rage in his voice.
There was complete and utter silence for several moments, Inu Taisho's eyes flashing dangerously. Sesshoumaru only smirked.
'I thought so,' He said as he stood and began to walk from his father. Inu Taisho's eyes only belied his rage.
Kagome felt herself thrust out of the dream, almost as if she had been an intruder on someone's private thoughts. A wall came up and she was thrust out of sleep, her hands trembling, her body quaking and covered in a cold sweat.
Had she witnessed truth? Was the dream a memory of the past? Sesshoumaru's past?
If so she should only pity him, not hate him. It would be easy to see why Sesshoumaru was as he was now if he had endured that all his life. She could especially see him locking away emotions.
Standing up, she stumbled to a water pitcher and poured herself a glass, then splashed a little on her face.
She would be going home today. Back to her own time.
Back to a Sesshoumaru who cared.
Would she ever be able to tell them apart? In this time, Sesshoumaru was so…Inhuman.
In her time, Sesshoumaru was still a little cold, but he was much more human. Much more caring.
What had happened in between those times?
As Shippou came in, dressed in his usual clothing instead of what Sesshoumaru had given him.
"Momma, can I go with you to your time today?" Shippou asked.
Kagome knew that another Shippou awaited her, and she didn't know how her little aisoku would react to seeing Sesshoumaru.
"Sure Shippou. But I will be away from home a lot, and I can't let you come to certain places with me, do you understand?" Kagome asked, looking at Shippou as he hopped onto her futon.
"Yes mama."
Kagome smiled at him lovingly and went to sit next to him.
"Shippou, demons are very hidden in my time, and I don't want you hurt. I'm being very serious. You cannot go outside unless I say it is okay, alright?"
"Yes mama. I love you," Shippou told her.
"I love you too aisoku," She told him, hugging his small form close to her.
'I'll never know how I ended up with a son at the age of sixteen, much less one who was a demon. Mother might kill me. I never mentioned he was my son. But he is. I guess I'll deal with it when it comes time. Untill then I need to get ready for a week in my own time," Kagome stretched, letting Shippou talk and chatter as she pulled on the set of miko robes she found in the closet. Seems Sesshoumaru had thought of everything.
Blix:Boring in a way, but I'm trying to build a story and my own possible explanation of why Sess is such a sourpuss. Why he keeps Jaken around, ect. I mean come on, did anyone ever think that maybe because he's the first born he got pushed a lot harder by his dad? So this story is going to show some clips from his past with Inu Taisho from time to time. Inu Taisho (in this story at least) is not a nice guy by any stretch of the imagination. Yes, Im really giving him a mean persona, at least towards Sesshoumaru.
That being said, please please review! I took time from my vacation here in Florida just so I could post it and stuffz. Do you know how much my friend has been ragging on me? (then again I need to write because me and my best friend kissed yesterday ahhhhhhhh)