A Lost Soul
A/N: A lot of dialogue in this chapter. "..." is speaking, '...' is thinking, and /'...'/ is the spirit dude talking.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own his hot brother Sesshoumaru. :suspicious sounds coming from basement: That doesn't mean I didn't borrow him though...
Chapter 1: A True Youkai
4years later
" Lord Sesshoumaru?" called the little green youkai to his master. 'Oh my lord, where are you? Why have you left me, your faithful retainer, behind?' "Lord Sesshoumaru?" he called again this time having to lean his little body against the two headed staff he always carried. "He's probably still grieving over that dirty, nasty human girl again. That girl was no go-."
But he never finished his sentence because there was suddenly a cold, clawed hand wrapping itself around his little neck. The little youkai struggled to free himself when he was thrown into hard tree bark. When he impacted on the tree he heard the sickening crushing crack of bones and then dropped to the forest floor.
"Don't you ever let me hear those words come from your lips again. If they do you will surely die by my hand," said the youkai who threw him into the tree. "Do you understand this Jaken?"
Jaken looked up from the ground to meet the cold, emotionless amber eyes of his lord. "Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru, I understand." Jaken bowed his head respectfully knowing that this powerful yokai lord could kill him the moment the mood suited him. 'I wonder why I am not dead now,' he thought.
Lord Sesshoumaru, getting the answer he wanted, turned back towards the direction from which he came. Not caring that Jaken had already passed out from pain and horror, the youkai Lord of the Western Lands and some of its surrounding provinces laid back against his favorite tree to think instead of the remembrance of unwanted memories. He could think a lot easier if the reason for his memories wasn't staring him in the face. The grave of his mate laid not ten feet from where he sat at the base of the tree. He could move if he had wanted to, but he didn't.
He closed his eyes and sighed. 'Future mate,' he thought. For once in his long life, he actually let his guard down long enough to remember the girl buried in that six foot hole of earth. He remembered her laugh, scent, smile, the musical sound of her voice. Especially how it rang when she sang to him. But what he remembered the most was the wondrous silky feel of her dark chocolate brown hair and how it would frame around her soft ivory face.
He opened his eyes to see how dark it had gotten, and he realized how weak he was being. 'I will not say that I miss her when I don't,' he thought. 'Finally the darkness of the night, my savior, has come at last.' But he still didn't move towards the dark or his palace; instead, for an odd reason, he walked to her grave.
He shed no tears and there was no sadness in his eyes has he looked upon the grave of the young woman who believed that she could change him. He smirked at that, knowing that once he had believed and hoped for it too. 'How foolish I was to fall for some weakling like her. Even if she had a chance to ask for the wish to turn herself into a youkai, I would always know that she would have always really been a dirty little human. I should give Jaken a raise for how he behaved earlier.'
He paused a moment then spoke aloud to himself, "I don't know why I didn't burn her like tradition demanded. Instead I buried her beauty away under mud and dirt- to punish her for making me weak, I suppose." He turned to walk away into the darkness and away from her forever.
/'What changed you Sesshoumaru-sama?'/ said a little voice in his head.
"Who is there? How dare you intrude on my private lands!"
/'Oh Sesshoumaru-sama I am every where you are and have been with you your whole life. I am your soul; I am you Sesshoumaru-sama.'/
"Impossible, I have no soul."
/'Your half right. You didn't know you had a soul until you met Rin and she brought me to life, and now you're trying to kill me.'/
Knowing what his spirit was getting at he yelled, "I will not be dragged down in shame and dishonor by a filthy human wench! Or the memory of her!"
/'No you will not now, but once you would have gone gladly into her arms, and if she would have lived you would have her with your pup by now!'/
"That is wrong I wouldn't have touched her until she was at least 18 winters old." Saying this only confirmed the spirit's words and he knew it.
/'You lie to me, yourself, but most of all you lie to Rins memory! Good bye Sesshoumaru-sama and I pray I will be resurrected again someday.'/
Sesshoumaru growled, "Not any time soon or better yet never!"
The spirit just sighed. /'If you truly want to get rid of her then burn her body, clothes, and any other things of hers.'/
"Fine Ill do that then." He then turned to walk away from the spirit, who had finally materialized and taken a form from his much earlier youth.
/'To make it truly work right you might want to give the tensiega away. After all, it was that sword who had brought her back in the first place.'/ Sesshoumaru just threw a cold glare across his shoulder and continued walking, but in doing so, he missed the sly smile playing on the spirit's face.
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Farewell mortal dreamers.
Seductively Yours, Dream-Toxin