39—Damaged Goods

There was once a time before a half-breed, a human, and a fight in a father's graveyard, that Sesshomaru had been completely intact and had been considered,

The Perfect Killing Machine.

And he relished that fact, because Sesshomaru's standards outdistanced the sun. Had all gone according to plan, even if he hadn't figured out how to tame Tetsusiaga, no doubt Inuyasha would have at least been dead.

And that would have counted for something.

As dawn steadily came and the girl slept, Sesshomaru stood over her, claws poised for certain fatality.

Now…thanks to her… he was just a killing machine.