Moonlight
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
A/N: Short, random, short, abstract, short, and Sesshomaru-centric short-fic. Did I mention it was short?
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He breathed the moonlight. It flooded his soul with its melancholy sweetness, paining and healing him at once. The bright, full moon mocked him, telling him of a time when once he was happy. He tore his gaze from it, choosing instead to gaze over the barren lands thathad longbelonged to him. Dry grasses rustled as the cold wind swept through them, creating waves in the brown, sickly clumps. A flicker of breeze brought the sweet, tangy scent of blood to his sensitive nose, and he once again turned, this time observing the plains below, strewn with human and demon corpses, mingled indiscriminately in death.
The view satisfied him, and his acute sight found the bodies of a dark-haired monk in purple robes, holding a brunette to his chest protectively; a small red-headed fox child; and a red-clad hanyou, defiant-eyed even in death. Finally, he allowed his amber orbs to rest upon a young girl, hair and strange attire sticky with blood, holding a child in a tight embrace.
He could not look away from these two human females. The elder's red lips were parted in what might have been a sigh of pain before death. The bright green of her skirt was turning brown with drying blood. Her hands were torn and bloody from trying to escape before it was too late. Three scratches ran parallel along her cheek, marring the ivory surface. The younger was clutching to the other with small hands, fisting the otherworldly blouse. Numerous rips adorned the cheerful orange-checked kimono, smears of blood drying in haphazard patches. Even from his high perch on the hilltop, he could easily identify both of them.
No sigh passed his lips; no tear, his eye; but silently the lord circled and headed back in the direction of the moon. Still it mocked him with its cold white light, and still he walked silently…emotionlessly…and alone, into the moonlit world.
The beautiful world.
The dead world.