Act I
Scene 2
Setting: Roughly five hundred feet due West of the clearing containing Kagome and Inūyasha, Sesshōmarū sits reclined against the base of a large tree with his yōki or demonic energy masked.
Sesshōmarū: Hn. Very well little brother. However, one such as myself could never harm what is mine. To think I could ever be the cause of her pain. What utter fallacies he speaks of. I could harm her no more than myself. Yet I find myself thinking that I would rather rend my own flesh than to let one drop of her precious blood fall. (Sesshōmarū vows to himself)
Sesshōmarū: I must have a word with my Mate-to-be. Surely she does not truly believe that this one does not care for her. Yes, it is true that some time ago this one would have disemboweled anyone who would dare state that this Sesshōmarū would come to feel any form of emotion akin to love for a human woman. And yet now, I cannot bring myself to deny what is so true; for what I feel for her could only be described as love. It is rather humorous that I, the great Lord Sesshōmarū, with my given namesake "The Killing Perfection," have been wrought to my knees by a slip of a woman, a ningen miko at that. Now what fallacies is this one speaking? She is far from a weak mortal female. Power flows exponentially from her being, her aura, though placid and calm, whips wildly and magnificently with her displeasure. When she is in such a spectacular and impressive state I can barely contain my instincts to not mount and force the unruly bitch to submit to this one. (Sesshōmarū recalls as he speaks of how perfect a creature he has caught as a mate)
Sesshōmarū: Ah, Father, you must be laughing at this one from Hell are you not? You may jest Father for I no longer care. For what I desire is in my sights and soon I shall have her within claws. Yes, she will make a wondrous mate to this one and shall be an excellent mother to bear our pups. With their Dam filled with such great amounts of pure holy powers and this one as their Sire they shall have no equals. Though they will be "termed" half human, they shall be anything but, for they will be the inception of a new and far more powerful race than this world has ever seen. More importantly, this one cannot wait to take part in creating such perfect creatures; over and over and over. (Sesshōmarū reminisces about his Sire and the pups he can no longer wait to create)
Sesshōmarū: Hm. Yes. I believe it is time to claim that which fully belongs to this Sesshōmarū. I have waited long enough, following her mortal convictions when I would have rather taken her on the forest floor the day I set my claim upon her. No matter, for it was to be expected. She will not be a simple rut, far from it, for I shall have her on my silks at my, rather our bedchamber in the confinement of the Western Palace. (Sesshōmarū affirms with hooded eyes with dilated pupils as the whites of his eyes bled red, his fangs began to lengthen, extending over his bottom lip, his claws protracting forward. His skin now stretching taunt as his muscles ached for release and his markings, stating his yōkai heritage, darkened in color and becoming jagged. Sesshōmarū, with fangs gleaming and eyes glowing, calmed his raging yōki as he rose to his feet heading towards his future mate)
End of Act I Scene 2