Disclaimer: No,
Sesshoumaru isn't mine. Amy and her thoughts on him, however, are.
A/N: This is, like the prologue, a glimpse into the future. I decided to italicize the text of both this and the prologue so that it would be easier to differentiate between the "now now" and the "past now" – "past now" being where the bulk of the story takes place.
The next "real"
chapter should be up in about a week. Expect some fluff - it's my forte, lol.
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Interlude
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The captive leaned against the stone wall, listening to the whispers of the changing guards.
It had been nearly two days since she had found herself in this enchanted prison, and the full moon was growing ever closer. A shiver ran down her spine, dread pooling in her stomach as she realized that, even now, she could be too late to save those she loved…
"This…was not part of the plan." she murmured softly, knowing that even if her guards' keen hearing picked up the words they wouldn't understand them.
She chuckled as she remembered Sesshoumaru's threats of imprisonment. At the time, with the reprimanding tone of his voice ringing in her ears and the buried anger coating his scent, she'd fully believed him to be capable of locking her away for the slightest of reasons.
Daiyoukai, after all, did not become such by making idle threats.
She began to methodically stretch her muscles, reflecting on her recent thoughts of the great dog. At first, she'd found him arrogant, icy, his tongue as acidic as his claws. She hadn't been sure which annoyed her more – his aloof manner, or the scorn with which he seemed to regard anything that was weaker than him.
And then…the more time she spent with him, the more she began to see the little cracks in the glacier that surrounded his heart.
The way he treated the little human had been her first clue that he wasn't as indifferent as he seemed to everything around him. The way he had insisted on carrying her, that night when her human legs could walk no more, was her second, even as his anger at her endangering herself for a stranger was her third.
She closed her eyes, and recalled the next few days spent in his company, in his stronghold, making their plan of attack. With what was revealed to her in those few days…
Oh yes, he was arrogant. And yes, he was strong, and proud, and justifiably so.
But cold? Indifferent? Dispassionate?
After what she had seen…she could never again apply those words to Sesshoumaru.
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A/N: Short, but hopefully illuminating. So, no, Sesshoumaru isn't Amy's jailor.
That would have been too simple. Tee-hee.