Chapter 11

I do not own Inu-Yasha or the gorgeous, lovely, bunny hugging, Sesshomaru.

A/N: Tsuki-Oji's features, except for the wings, are based off of some one I know.

Hi Neveah Azalea !

Sesshomaru quickly dusted himself off to get rid of Rin's scent. "Why is he so young?", Rin asked. "Demons," Sesshomaru began, "Do not always look their age. For instance, I am between at least 500-700 years old. Tsuki-Oji is at least 200-300 years old. We go by demon years, meaning that our human appearance changes slower than our age. Inu-Yasha is a half demon, and his body changes faster than mine, but at his age now, his appearance will slow down with age; meaning that he is 67, but he still looks and acts seventeen from being sealed by the priestess. In human years though, I am 27-35."

That was a lot considering Sesshomaru was a man of few words. "You have never said that much to me", Rin said. "Hmph", Sesshomaru scoffed, "You say it like I did that on purpose." Sesshomaru would never tell her anything. She was not worthy of his time.

Little did Rin know why Sesshomaru was who he was. Why should he tell her? There were too many things to say. Sesshomaru liked to keep things simple so no one would know how he felt. This seems confusing, but really he didn't want to say why he was so cold. He didn't want to weaken himself; he didn't want to bring back those horrid memories filled with regret and deep sorrow.

FLASHBACK

Once a child, the future lord looked out at the sun rising over the snow covered hills while sitting on the porch. It was a cold morning. Sesshomaru had been up for a few hours, probably since three a.m., but they didn't have watches back then. It was about 6 now. The child had awakened to the sound of large amounts of snow sliding off the roof. Sesshomaru decided to go outside to think, and sat on the porch, or balcony, that his room led to. He wrapped himself in some blankets since his night yukata was too thin.

He sat, back up against the wall, as if waiting for something, though when only six, how much do want? How much do have to wait for? Sesshomaru took a deep breath and stared down at his small nose as it turned pink from the cold. This sort of thing wasn't unusual for him, that is, getting up early at times to think on the porch. Sesshomaru was a deep thinker and always had been quite clever for a child.

Usually, if waited long enough, his mother would come outside and lightly scold him for staying out in such frigid weather. The young lord did not like being in trouble, but he did enjoy his mother's company. She would pick him up and let him sit in her lap so he could be warmer and they would watch the snow until breakfast time.

However, Sesshomaru was oblivious to the recent event that had transpired last night. He knew that his parents, the lord and lady of the west, were in battle hours ago; last night. He did not know though, the outcome. Sesshomaru had gone to sleep before they came back.

He waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing. Sesshomaru wondered if she just overslept. Sesshomaru stood up and walked back inside. He walked down the halls and peeked into his parent's room. Only his father lay in bed. He decided that he would look for his mother himself.

Sesshomaru searched high and low until he peeked into a room he shouldn't have. Couriosity, however got the best of him and he went inside. It was a spare room, used either for guests or other uses. A black and gold kimono covered something slender, but also kind of thick too. Sesshomaru was wondering what it was. He pulled the kimono off and stared in horror.

There lay a figure with a deep and wide gash in the abdomen. It was covered in dried blood and reeked a most terrible scent. The worst though, was the face. Sesshomaru recognized it well; his mother. Her face had look of fear and sadness as her mind had known that she neared her end. Sesshomaru, however, knew that his parents had injuries as such all the time, and thinking that the expression was her wincing from pain, gave a push on her shoulder.

"Mother", Sesshomaru asked trying to wake her. She lied motionless. Sesshomaru noticed that the awful wound had not been treated. He felt scared and placed her cold hand on his ear to hear a pulse. Silence. Then it hit him like being tossed into ice water. She was dead. "No", he whispered, "How? Why?" Sesshomaru ran. He couldn't think. He just ran and ran until he stopped at a tree outside.

He sat under it and sniffed to clear his nose. Like buckets carrying to much water, his tears poured down his face, staining his yukata. He couldn't stop himself from making those awkward noises made from his mouth when he cried. It was so cold, that some of his tears became frost on his face in minutes. Then, the worst came. Sesshomaru felt so bad that he had no control and he tilted his head as his stomach heaved and the contents littered the snow.

From that day forward, Sesshomaru never saw the sun come up in quite the same perspective. Father now sat outside with him and Sesshomaru cherished every minute of it, but still felt empty. Mother was gone.

END OF FLASHBACK

It took a very long time for Sesshomaru to accept that. As Sesshomaru soon learned, human samurai killed his beloved mother. Inu Taisho, who was a kind but strict demon, taught Sesshomaru that he should not involve himself with humans, but Sesshomaru hated them by himself. Then again, how could he forgive humans?

Then, when Sesshomaru turned seventeen in human years, a certain something happened. His own father betrayed what he was taught. Inu Taisho went on a mission and when he came back, Sesshomaru became filled with rage. Inu Taisho had said not to mingle with humans, but had taken one for his mate when he was gone. "You'll learn to love her", he would say, but that could not sway the teenage lord's decision.

He was infuriated and felt betrayed and confused. How could this happen? He thought.

He remembered the first time he met Inu-Yasha, the worthless brat born from his father's mating with a human princess. Words could not describe his feelings. From then on, Sesshomaru took his fury for humans out on Inu-Yasha whenever they crossed paths.

These were only a few of Sesshomaru's regretful memories that He never wanted people to know. No, he didn't want to tell Rin, or anyone. It only sickened him.

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