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Wufei – No.
#4 – Chichue
His brother was a fool. Even after all of this time he refused to accept his place. It was ludicrous to think that a mere hanyou would even stand an inkling of a chance against a youkai – a taiyoukai at that.
And yet he dared to think so – he dared attempt to keep Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, from what should have been his birthright. Surely their father, the previous Lord, had been mistaken in bequeathing the powerful fang, Tetsusaiga – a sword that possessed the power to slay 100 demons in one blow – to a weak and pathetic halfling such as Inu Yasha and bestow the utterly useless Tenseiga to him.
Thusly, Sesshoumaru took it upon himself to rectify the situation.
It is foolish to think that the great Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, would derive pleasure in the pummeling of a weak and dirty hanyou. Sesshoumaru was a taiyoukai, and as such did not trifle with such petty things as emotions.
Although there was a slight stirring of something as he extracted the Black Pearl from the hanyou's injured eye as he screamed in anguish. However, deeming it unimportant, Sesshoumaru wasted no time trying to decipher what it might have been. After all, he had more important things to deal with.
Entering into the portal created by the Black Pearl, Sesshoumaru half-expected the hanyou to make another attempt to stop him. Pitiful creature that he was, the human accompanying him was able to restrain him.
Disappointing. The things people let their pets get away with. The great Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, would never allow a mere human to even attempt to assume so much control over him.
At that thought, the portal around him faded away, leading to another dimension – a large valley filled with the remains of dead youkai. Had he not been a taiyoukai, Sesshomaru would have smirked. For he was finally here… the resting place of the Tetsusaiga.
As if sensing its counterpart, the Tenseiga pulsed in response. Sesshoumaru placed a hand at its hilt as he touched down on the ground below. He studied the sword a moment longer before proceeding to take in his surroundings. A few trees grew amidst the dark, craggy rocks providing some sign of life throughout an otherwise barren land.
Tenseiga pulsed again as if telling him, it's nearby.
Sesshoumaru's gaze traveled up the hill where there was a small cavern entrance into the craggy hillside. His face set, he trudged onward into the dark vastness within.
And there it was. The Tetsusaiga. He made his way towards in confident strides, only to pause when he noticed the unusual aura surrounding it.
"A barrier."
Sesshoumaru whipped his head around, his claws poised, poison just begging to be released form their tips. Who would dare try to ambush the great—
A pale face with amber eyes stared back at him. Purple stripes across a youthful looking face rose as a smirk broke out across it. "Disappointing." The figure, though ethereal, still made for a rather imposing figure – even after all these years. "Sesshoumaru, did you really plan to defy my last wishes?"
For a few seconds, the great Sesshoumaru could only stare in silence. His mouth opened, the words unable to come forth. "Chichi…ue…"