Vengeance
On the day they bury his wife, he cannot find his son.
The lady – my wife, gods, my life – has been laid to rest, and her son has vanished.
Inutaisho is afraid he knows exactly where his son has gone.
He follows the scent, through the forest, across the river. The familiar scent of his son, a combination of his own and that of the woman he just buried, the one he spent nearly three centuries beside, nearly brings tears to his eyes.
He blinks them back and runs.
He finds Sesshomaru, at the edge of the human village. He is still and silent, the only motion that of his long, silver-white hair. Not even half a century old, and the hair is past his shoulders.
Inutaisho stops, stares; sees the blood – so red, gods, human blood, Sesshomaru, what have you done – that turns the white robes nearly the color of rubies. There is blood on his face, his hands, in his hair.
He speaks, his voice choked with pain and horror and loss.
Sesshomaru, what have you done?
His son turns and looks at him, regards him with amber eyes that are like his own, but emotionless.
What you would not.
End
A/N – a little reaction piece. Yikes. I need a Lithium prescription, or something.