First Sight
The first time he sees her, she means nothing to him – she's just another half-breed, just a mongrel, a nothing – and it will be centuries before their paths cross again.
She is standing at the edge of their encampment, nothing more than a child – But those are not a child's eyes – with blood in long silver-streaked hair and blood on her clothes.
She speaks to one of his father's soldiers, Kiaotsuo – She's dead. My grandmother, your wife…she's dead. The villagers cast us out. We have nowhere to go – and he watches with detachment as the expressions flit over Kiaotsuo's face.
He is surprised when the other demon turns his back, turns away – there's no place for you here, either, girl – and the mongrel's face is shocked, saddened, angry.
Her clawed fists clench, and her wolf-like ears flatten against her skull. Her eyes narrow at the soldier's back, and for a brief moment her eyes flare red.
I don't know how you managed to convince Grandmother you were some goddamn paragon of good! Look at you! You turn your back on you own family! Shirokiba could be dying, and you turn us out! Fine. Turn us out to die, you fucking coward!
Without turning, Kiaotsou draws his sword, the Hellblade, from his sash and tosses it back. It lands at the girl's feet, and then he continues walking.
The girl leaves, but she takes the sword.
Kiaotsou dies that night, and Sesshomaru grieves, but little. He wonders, in the back of his mind, if he knew, if that is why he surrendered his sword to the bloody and angry girl. Or were you simply in such a hurry to join your human mate in death you got careless?
There are no answers. He has learned not to expect any.
End
A/N – further explanation of Kiare.