Little Sesshoumaru couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to for months. Most people would think because he was traumatized, but that wasn't it. He lay awake at night always in wonder. Was this normal? A 6 yr old who doesn't scream for their dead mother, not understanding she's not there? But, Sessho, did understand. His mother was gone forever, and he didn't care. What he did care about, or was angry about, was the fact she took over. For 2 weeks after the funeral, it had been him and his father, and he liked it alot. His mother was always going to parties or something. Now she wasn't there. It seemed to Sesshoumaru that it was simpler that way. And more fun. But then the lady came. And his father ignored him.
Sesshoumaru was first confused, but then accepted it in anger. He was used to doing that. His mother, without knowing it, had taught him that. Slap him for spilling something? Okay, don't spill, and resent her for a week. Got an award for best coloring job, mother doesn't notice? Okay, not good enough for her, don't speak to her unless spoken to. And she never noticed the change. From being excited to show mother all the things he did or learned, to acting like she didn't exist. His father was always at work, so he never noticed either. That's how he learned to be at 4. Now at six, he could understand alot, because he was always reading in his room. Alone. And he started a private school at 3.
One day, at 5 while wondering the many halls and rooms in the mansion, he came across a piano. And he loved it. Already, a year later he was in the grade two books. There are 9 levels, and then 1st gr. 2nd gr., etc. So that was impressive: very impressive. And that at least, was aknowledged. He got lessons with famous teachers; cruel, but brilliant; strict, but fabulous. And so at eleven pm, 6 year old Sesshoumaru was awake, pondering on how he felt about Kina. He hated her. Hearing voices, he slipped out of bed and crept to the living room. "He's so... cold. And as mean as they get. At six! I try to be nice, he paractically bites my head off! What can I do? I want him to like me! We're family now.""Give him time. He's always been...distant". Sesshoumaru went back to his room. Always been distant? No, but if that's how his father saw it then, okay. Sesshoumaru decided that, because the lady wanted him to like her, he would pull away. Make her give up. Or..would she? So it began. If she kept at it, he might slowly become happy. If not, he would confirm his theory. If you really care, you won't give up on someone. If you don't, you're exactly what he expects you to be. Just another person to resent. Such sad thoughts for a six year old.
A year goes by, and Sesshoumaru concludes. Another person to be resented.
End Dream/Memory
Sesshoumaru woke with a jolt. Laying back on his pillow, he couldn't get back to sleep. 'Why, would that memory come to haunt me at such an odd time?' He looked over at the clock: 1:13 a.m. Sighing, he slowly got out of bed. At 19, he was quite a bit taller than when he was six, and towered over his king sized bed. Why his father gave him one was beyond him. He stayed in the same spot every night, and took up one third of the space. He walk over to the window seat and looked out at the city. The moon was full, and the bluish light shone on everything. Even now his step-mother had turned into his mother. It was parties functions, etc. And whenever she refered to him, he was 'The problem child'. His half brother was the angel, and he had a C average while Sesshoumaru had straight A's in everything. The only thing he cared about was music. That was the only time you felt emotion around him. But he never played in other peoples presence. Except for his teachers, and that had stopped long ago when he graduated from piano and got a permit to teach. So he applied, with excellent references, to Shikon University of Music. He hadn't heard a reply yet, but he wasn't worried. He never was.
In high school he never worried about anything. He had a girlfriend, but later he found out she was just using him as an accessory. He dumped her, and he never had another girlfriend. Though he had a lot of choices. He wasn't ugly, far from it. He was nominated (not that he cared a wink) hottest guy, in the school newspaper. He just knew all girls were the same (AN Objection!) and they weren't worth the trouble (AN We'll see about that -grins slyly-). Sesshoumaru went back to bed, still thinking on how he hated everybody. (AN Er, sweet dreams?)
Next morning-
Sesshoumaru woke early, and weent downstairs to eat where he wouldn't be disturbed. Mulling over his schedule, he was startled to hear a sound at the front door. He went over and saw the mail. 'Of course', he thought, and picked up the bills, flyers, Shikon University reply... Sesshoumaru dropped the rest of the stuff on the table and ripped open the letter. To a Mr. Sesshoumaru Takahashi: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the Shikon University Of Music. Please arrive no later than August 25 for more information you need to know. Please have your entrance money ready. Thank you,
Headmistress of S.U.M.
Sesshoumaru turned and went up the stairs. Fifteen minutes later, he hadmore than enough money, his suitcase, his own music (he composed himself) and his fathers keys. He left a note in the kitchen. Your car is at the Tokyo Airport. The keys are with the Airport Help-desk. And that was all. He wrote an S at the bottom and left. He was on his way to freedom.
Okay, I know I haven't updated in forever, and I am aware that this was and incredibly short chapter, but I just wanted to introduce Sesshoumaru, and I'm already working on the next chapter, which is LONG. Okay? So please review. You don't know how many times I thought of stopping this story, and then reread my reviews to keep me going. I know thats corny but it's true! I'm counting on you guys, and I thank everyone of you for stickin it out with me! See ya soon!
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