Threads of Destiny
Missed Chance
By LadyRainStarDragon
I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, I wouldn't have kids with a human. Just as well, Inuyasha must eat a fortune in Ramen.
Gentle winds stirred the snowy hair of the men. One was currently sleeping, pinned tightly to the tree that housed a time tree kami. His eyes were closed in eternal slumber, not even his ears twitching to betray the fact that he was not dead nor alive.
Cold amber narrowed as he glared at the sleeping male, none of the royal moon or line markings on his face being marred as the rest had been so long schooled into a dead mask that it took special effort to wear any expression whatsoever.
Sesshoumaru had actually come to offer his half brother a chance to bring honor to his name by defending the Western Lands. However, he, like their father, had fallen prey to the wiles of a mortal woman. Killed by her own hand no less.
He had never felt anything other than annoyance for his little brother, but now, he did. Anger, hate, disbelief, and many other myriad emotions that he held himself above raged within his noble breast as he stared at his sealed sibling maligned by the malicious miko. Perhaps if he had been there for the whelp like a brother should, none of this would have happened. Then again, the whelp had human blood in him, it would have happened anyway.
But a miko! He surely had to have had some kind of death wish to trust a miko, who were known to kill their breed without thought or question. His 'brother' deserved what he got. Crimson and white danced beneath his armor as he turned away from the hideous sight of the tainted being.
"And to think that I was willing to offer you a chance to prove that even hanyou could be worth something. I hate you, Inuyasha."