Title: Killing Perfection
Author: landofthekwt
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: (Not)Average-Inuyasha Fan Fic # 208)
Word Count 634
Genre: Whining Brats
Warning: None
Summary: Sesshoumaru whines about being unappreciated
He performed his morning kata. "Look at me, Father" Every moment perfection. No waste of effort. Trained from the best to be the best. They had named him "Killing Perfection" and in truth he was. He was the perfect killing machine. None could defeat him.
But Father was not there to see him. He was out patrolling the borders again. If he could only see him now, he would realize that his dream of perfection had been realized. Instead he was in the dojo alone except for the kappa his Father had given him.
Would Mother be proud of him? He would never know. She spent all her time in her Castle in the Air far from the Western Shiro isolated from himself and from Father. He knew that he was too old for mothering, but something in him desired some praise from her to tell him that he was the best.
Would it kill them to tell them that they were proud of him? He had been raised to be the best. Why would they not acknowledge that fact to him? Maybe they had passed on to him their inability to express their feelings.
His mother had always raised him to control his emotions. She had told a demon's power lay in the blood of ice which allowed to be calm in the midst of the maelstrom. It allowed them to keep
their heads when everyone around him was losing theirs.
He longed to be able to express what he felt, but his training taught him to restrain himself. His Father might humiliate him for some imagined fault, but he was supposed to stand there like a good soldier because that is what a good demon did.
If only he could join his Father in his wars. There he could show him what he had learned. His Father would see first hand that his little "Killing Perfection" had grown and was ready to surpass his him. He would sweep all of his foes before him.
Someday, his Father's place would be his. His titles would be his. His swords would be his. Then all including his Father would acknowledge him as the best. They would all bow before the "Killing Perfection." Even Mother would come before him on her knees and beg him to forgive her for her long absence and coldness.
But for now he was condemned to the Western Shiro. Doomed to play Regent to the worthless toadies of the court who trembled at his mere presence. Father and Mother both thought that his place was there. Someone needed to protect the family interest when they were not there.
Instead of killing his enemies he was forced to listen to endless disputes between worthless demons, acknowledge human lords whom he could sweep away in a second and mete out justice in the name of the Lord of Western Lands who was never there. It only the blood of ice which prevented him from destroying the citadel and all the whining supplicants. That and the knowledge that once again Father and Mother would sigh and tell him that he was not ready for the reins of power. .
His kata finished, he retired to his chamber to meditate. His exercises were only things that kept him sane. He was a boy in a man's body. The training of his body had left his soul behind. It withered untended and unnourished. He knew that he had a thirst that was unquenched. His parents had trained him to be the best, yet they did not acknowledge that he was the best. Somehow he still needed their approval Why couldn't they just throw him a crumb to show that
they appreciated what he had done for them. Where was the love?