A/N: Told you it wasn't a songfic! Okay, so I'm using song titles as chapter titles, and putting in quotes. But it isn't a songfic.
K, lemme explain- .../-/-/-/memory; ...+-+-+-+past, not a memory; .../-/-+memory and past; ...#(character)special pov
"speaking" thinking
Chapters are generally short so far (i'm up to about twenty really but I'm not posting them all at once...gotta keep you in suspense, after all!
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Prologue: Question (System of A Down)
Do we, do we know-when we fly...when we, when we go-do we die?
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"Sesshoumaru...isn't there anything that you would protect?" InuTaisho asked softly, his breath bated.
"Something to protect?" Sesshoumaru practically spat. "No, there is nothing that I, Sesshoumaru, wish to protect."
InuTaisho had known, had felt all along that this would be his answer...and it almost tore him in two. He wished he could do something to change the boy's mind, but time was already running out for his mate and newborn child...and he left.
"Father...there is nothing that I, Sesshoumaru, wish to protect," the young demon repeated to himself, reasserting his statement. He turned and walked away from the bluff of the hill, not knowing that this would be the last time he saw his father alive.
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Sesshoumaru blinked a few times as he focused on reality once more, but the mists of cloudy memories still tugged at him. He allowed his thoughts to stray here and there, not expecting the sudden question that came to his mind.
Why did Father ask that, of all questions? Whatever compelled him to ask such a thing?
As Sesshoumaru pondered idly over this newly-discovered mystery, his gaze fell on the crescent moon, and his golden eyes reflected the pale light and shone silver in the darkness. The four stripes and crescent emblem on his face were shaded by the nighttime, appearing black in the darker setting. His long silvery hair gleamed in an almost ghostly way, and his pale, expressionless face only added to the phantasmal effect. He sat there thoughtfully, looking up at the sky as if awaiting an answer, though he seemed almost unsure what the real question was.
What did he really mean by that?
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So, what'd you think? I know, really short, but I'll be posting the first few chapters rather quickly. After that I'll slow down. Hopefully this turns out well, because I've spent some time on this entire story (I have about twenty-ish chapters so far, give or take). Please read and review, anything welcome (including flames, yes). Thanks for reading!