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Summary: It's a prologue, dude! Just read it! lol Well, this is just my little shot at a long story with Sesshoumaru as the star player! Basically, I find that there is no girl that naturally exists in the Inuyasha world that could match for Sesshoumaru, especially not frickin Kagura or Kagome--two opposite extremes...besides, I find that Kagome really has very little personality--you know, nothing really that stands out about her? dodges rotten veggies from Kagome lovers Anyhow, since no one really seems to fit our gold-eyed beauty, so I dedided to make one up! By the way, if you're a fan of the book/musical Wicked/"Wicked", you'll LOOOOOOVE this story! Anyhow, enjoy!
"Snuggle in tight, sweetie, it's going to be a cold night," said Mama, in that strange language she called English, that only she spoke. Nobody else in all of Nihon or Papa's lands ever spoke the strange language--sometimes, Sesshige even wondered if it was a real language at all. He understood it perfectly, of course, which was always a fun thing, to have a secret language. Papa spoke it a little, too, but hardly ever did. Then again, Sesshige thought, Papa never said much of anything.
"Why is there so much snow, Mama?" asked Sesshige.
"Well, Nihon is a country of the Northern half of the earth, and that means that it's colder than the southern. After all, snow is only a very cold rain," said Mama, letting her long black curls fall down to her back. Mama was sort of funny-looking to many other people in Nihon--it was because of her eyes, perhaps... The eyes of Nihongo people were slanted and dark, like the sleek eyes of a cat, and Mama's eyes were big and bright, and the most curious shade of brown, like the earth itself with big full eyelashes. The hair of the Nihongo was long and sleek, like sheets of black, and Mama's hair was black too, but it was so full and light with big curls and ringlets, almost like nighttime clouds. Nihongo faces were round and sort of pale yellow, and Mama's face was sort of...well, she was pale too, but not yellow, and not round... Her face was elegant with high cheekbones, a gentle smile, and with a more of an oval shape...her chin was slightly pointed and yet so delicate. Mama was positively ugly to the Nihongos, but no one dared say anything, because Papa would kill them for speaking badly about his wife.
Mama looked very different from the Nihongo women, especially when she dressed like them. Many Nihongo girls and women looked conservative, elegant, like columns, straight and lean linear figures... Mama was curvier, with a full breast and tiny waist that curved out with her hips. Mama was taller than most of the women, as well. The Nihongo girls merely looked tall because of how thin they were, but Mama practically towered a full head over them, even though she said that she wasn't very much taller than the girls from her home. Yes, she was definately different from the long lines of women Sesshige had seen about, especially because Mama had no qualms about showing her legs or figure, with funny clothes... Pants and blouses and dresses, she called them... They were from a different time, as was Mama, or so she said. Sesshige thought, however, like so many others, that Mama was a Seer with many magical books to tell her of future things. She called it history, but that's not what history meant, especially when it happened just as she said it. Sesshige loved Mama very much, and Papa loved her too.
"How come?" Sesshige asked as Mama tucked him deep into his big bed, lined with fine silks and pillows.
"Well," Mama said, "once, a very long time ago, there were no islands and no mainlands...just one big continent. Everything was connected...and then the time came when the earth cracked and broke off into the many islands and other big mainlands... And Japan--or Nihon--just happened to float off into the Northern part of the world."
Japan... Such a funny-sounding word, Sesshige thought. Nihon was a much better name for their land; it sounded much better, sort of like the sound of mountains.
"You mean our land is like a big boat?" Sesshige asked, sitting up.
Mama laughed and tucked him in tight. "Yes, in a way... only it moves too slow for us to feel or notice. It only moves about an issun a year!" She held her fingers about three inches apart to show what she meant.
"Is it moving now?"
Mama nodded. "Hai, right now... Now go to sleep." She kissed him on the forehead.
"But I'm not sleepy!" whined Sesshige, reaching for Mama's black curls with his white hands.
Mama laughed. "Sesshi-kun, it's late, and it's snowy, and you need your rest..."
"Will you tell me a story?"
She smirked, her full lips a little chapped from the cold. "Well... I guess one story won't hurt... I can't think of any Japanese ones, so how about an American one, hmm?"
American--that's where Mama was from: America. Mind you, Sesshige had no idea where this 'America' place was, nor did he intend to find out, as he would have to sail far off near the edge of the earth!
"What kind of American stories are there?"
"Oh, plenty..." she said, thinking. "'Beauty and the Beast,' 'Hansel and Gretel,' 'The Little Mermaid,' 'Pretty Woman...' Take your pick!"
"Tell me the story of how you and Papa met."
She sighed, half-exhausted, half-laughing, flopping her hair over the side of the bed. "Not tonight, my little love," she said, sitting back up.
"But you always say not tonight! Yes you do!" Sesshige sat up and pouted. "Please, Mama? When can I hear it? When? I'll never hear it--ever! Please?"
She sighed. "It's a long story, sweetie..." This was said with a gentle smile, as well as a gentle stroke of Sesshige's silvery hair. "And I mean looooong."
"Please?"
Mama laughed a little, leaning her forehead into her palm. "Well... Tell you what, I'll just tell the story until you fall asleep, and then we'll pick up tomorrow night, ne?"
Sesshige nodded and got comfortable, Mama leaning down and lying beside him.
"All right... I suppose the best way to start would be America."
"America?"
"Oh, yes! America is where I came from, and America is where I first found the keys."
"Keys?"
Mama nodded. "Yes. There are all sorts of keys, and this key was a very special kind of key, as it had come from my grandmother, who just happened to be a native of Japan. You see, when she was a little girl, she flew all the way across the seas on the back of a great steel bird to America, the Land of Opportunity. With her, however, she brought a special key, in which was embedded a purple gem, called the Shikkon Jewel...
Wow! That was cool... Just a little teaser till I finish chapter one--R&R PLEASE! MWAH!
--Kinsei