He landed on his doorstep with the practiced grace of one whom had done so hundreds of times before. He could hear the ruckus emanating from within the house. His brother's lackeys were inside, as was his brother. He could not tell them about the girl...about Kagome. They would kill her. He wanted to be the one that would extinguish her light. He wanted to watch the purity that flared and the innocence that swirled around her and protect her slowly fade into nothingness. After he figured out why the hell she had that...that effect on him. Why she seemed different from all the other human filth. He opened the door and walked in. Walked past his brother, past the two lackeys. Went to his room and shut the door. Closed his eyes, and faded into oblivion.
"Jesus, what crawled up his ass and died?" A white-haired boy lounged on the couch. His pose was casual, legs splayed, one resting on the glass tabletop. Rather than having human ears, he had dog-ears. They were twin triangles that sat atop his head, flicking this way and that at the slightest suggestion of a sound.
"Perhaps it would be prudent not to trouble Sesshoumaru right now Inuyasha. He is obviously deep in thought, and to bother him now could prove hazardous to one's health." Another boy, who appeared to be no more than 25 years old, spoke this. He sat in the recliner, surrounded by leather. His hair the color of coal, his eyes were violet. He held an easygoing aura around him, and his eyes twinkled every now and then.
"I agree with Miroku. I believe we should just leave well enough alone." The room's only other occupant, a female, spoke up. She could have been beautiful, were it not for the stitches that held her together. For she was what is commonly known as a patchwork person. She was created from the remains of others.
Inuyasha looked at her with a scowl. "Sango, he's my brother. Besides, he couldn't beat me if he tried." Both Sango and Miroku groaned. No matter how many times he was beaten by Sesshoumaru, he refused to believe his brother could conquer him. He just couldn't accept that Sesshoumaru was the stronger of the two.
Sesshoumaru stared at his ceiling with a small scowl. Did they think he was deaf? He snorted in contempt towards his brother. Beat him indeed. For reasons that escaped Sesshoumaru's grasp, Inuyasha still lived under the delusion that he could win against Sesshoumaru in a fight. It was true, there was that one time that Inuyasha had managed to beat Sesshoumaru, but that could hardly be called a fair fight.
Sesshoumaru sighed as he remembered that day.
He hadn't wanted to be turned; yet he was. Bloodthirsty, he had ravaged the lands until he came upon a small village one cold night. The wind nipped at his flesh, yet he felt it not. It had been months since he had last fed. The need for blood pulsed through his ears, throbbed in his head. He could think of nothing else. Nothing but blood. He staggered into the village, weary and weak. He spotted a young girl who was gathering water from the well in the center of the village. A sinister smirk wove its way through his countenance. He ambled over to her.
"Oh my goodness, are you alright? Can I help y-" Her question was cut off. His fangs pierced her tender throat in a manner that could only be described as carnivorous. Digging deeper, he felt her jugular vein give. Sweet warm liquid gushed down his throat, and he felt his hunger sated only slightly. When he had depleted her of her vitality, he tossed her body away as if she were a rag doll. Turning, he met the shocked gazes of the other villagers. He glared and lifted his upper lip into a snarl.
All but one of the villagers jumped back. Inuyasha stood there, glaring defiantly at Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha growled as he unsheathed his sword. Sesshoumaru, still weak from blood loss (despite that he had just fed), glared at Inuyasha. His senses screamed enemy, yet there was something slightly familiar about the dog-eared boy....
Sesshoumaru was brought out of his musings by the laughter that drifted up through the floorboards. He turned over in his bed, and promptly lost his consciousness to a dreamless sleep.
AN: lol, I know I said that it'd be done by Halloween. Don't kill me, but the plotline has evolved somewhat since I last said that...soo...I dunno when it'll be done. I'll work on it as much as possible though! R&R please!