InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Lord and The Dragon ❯ The Dragon Sees ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2.

 

The Dragon

 

Two years have past since the death of Father and becoming responsible for Vorschlag and it's people. Two years since Fathers possession of him, the Black Dragons attempt on Sara's life, his sacrifice to save her, and her gift of life in return. At first he believed things might be all right between them, hoped maybe, even better with their new understanding of each other and their Mistress. Even hope gives way to reality after time and constant abuse. His beloved went back to her wonderfully use of words, and looks to show her displeasure and scorn to her freak of a stalker.

 

When he awoke to open his eyes after those few brief moments of cold blackness, to see the look of relief and happiness in those beautiful green eyes and that amazing smile aimed at him, his heart nearly stopped again. No matter what happened before or since, that moment in time will forever remain his. No one can take it from him, not Father, time, or even his Beloved.

 

Ian paused for a instant, drawn out of his musings by his ever working instincts, were telling he there was another presence near. He allows his senses to expand, sending their information of his surrounding area back to him, thinking of the gang members, muggers, murders, and victims that roam the area. Ian always trusted those instincts and senses; they never failed him, but what they were saying now was mind boggling even to amazingly high IQ. The presence was strong no powerful, and alien but not, bloodlust with endless calm, the smell of youth with the feel of agelessness. A small shiver of uncertainty went down his spine. They say if you see a Black dragon don't piss him off, will even a Black Dragon would give pause before disturbing this being.

 

His one flaw came to the surface at this time, curiosity. He needed to see, had to look at what held this kind of presence and power. Moving with his own amazing strength and grace he flowed though the trees to get a visual on his objective. He came upon a small clearing, were what he saw confused him. There stood a man no more than thirty years of age dressed in a hand-made perfectly tailored business suit, a gray so light it almost matched the silver, white of the man's own hair when the light hits it. He was rather tall, Ian figured about five or six inches taller than himself, with shoulder length hair pulled back similar to Ian's own only with bangs. The suit and hair triggered a response in his photographic memory this is Mr. S. Uesutan-Joutei (western-lord) known to the world as simply Joutei.

 

Joutei was one of the few people in the world that rivaled Father in money, power, and ruthlessness in business. Ian watched unnoticed trying to understand to connection of this man and the presence he felt. They had meet a few time when Father was alive in meetings over mutual business interests and investment, but never felt any unusual from the man until now.

 

As Ian was about to leave, his curiosity partly sated, he felt a shift in the world around him. Looking for the source he noticed a slight wind swirling around Joutei, revealing an increasing number of changes to the……man?

The suit was now replaced with old-fashion silk Japanese attire for a man of status, complete with swords and bone amour. His hair out grew it's confinement to only stop when it reached the back the man's knees, along with a furry object flowing over one shoulder. Most striking of all where the claws and fangs that grew out to razor sharp points. The facial markings that appeared confirmed the growing suspicions to Ian's mind about what he was seeing…….a Youkai!! (demon)

 

 

 

 

The Lord

 

Peace and solitude was the reason for his being here, away form the crowds, cars, noise, and people. Most of these things are tolerable except the people, greedy, loud, rude, ignorant, disrespectful, stupid, groveling, and worst of all they stank! Humans have made much advancement over the years, but most were still base in nature and mind, greedy, unhappy, and always wanting more. These are the foundation of human society, now more than ever, almost as disgusting in morals as their bodies are in smell. The stench of death, illness, and pain both physical and emotional was overwhelming at times.

 

To think these creatures have some how overrun the world and caused our kind to hide and assimilate into them for continued survival was annoying to say the lest. A once proud and great race, feared by all, forced to hide behind spells to conceal themselves, or more their differences, to live among those they once ruled. Worst of all was the diluting of our bloodlines, no more are half-breeds the bane of my existents, now all most 1/8 th the population carried traces of our blood. Ironic as it is, they would hate the truth if revealed to them, but not as mush as I! Our blood traces do not carry physical traits anymore, only add to those carriers our benefits of intelligence, strength, endurance, speed, the ability to see and feel things others can not, even beauty in some, along with a longer lifespan and resistance to illness. They had much to be thankful to us for and yet they knew we really existed, we would be extinct.

 

I felt the annoyance at my thought stirring my powers, pausing to make sure my illusion still held. This body was not my true form of course, but a giant white four-story dog would be hard to miss. The pleasantness of that thought almost made me smile, almost. Then the realization of what the humans would do, wiped away all traces of the smile. Humans were to numerous, and with their guns and bombs, even I, the strongest of us would not prevail. This thought stirred my annoyance again, stronger this time. Anger and resentment coming off me in waves dispersing my concealing illusion, leaving me standing in my humanoid form, traditional clothing, armor and swords, along with my tail thrown over one shoulder. My fangs and claws grow out revealing themselves to all, along with my personal marking, the crimson strips on my face and wrists a sign a pure-blood, the blue crescent moon show all my royal heritage.

 

Suddenly I feel something that was not there a moment ago, scenting the air, I turn my head towards the disturbance. To my surprise, there across the clearing stands a man, almost melding with the shadows around him watching; more surprising is the look on his face, not fear like most would be, but understanding and certainty. It was as if he knows me for what I am, impossible! Humans no longer believed to demon, monsters, magic, or mikos (priestess) of pure hearts, pushing that thought away now was not the time to think of her it made me weak. They only thinks such things are myths & legends, tall tales and bedtime stories, the only monsters they know of are of there own kind that do sick things. Closing my eyes I scent the air again stronger this time taking in his essences, he was one of those few with our blood; dragon mostly few of those left, I turn fully towards him. Still processing the information coming to me, strength, intelligence, passion, devotion, amazement, a deep buried love, old pain, skill, respect, and a will to match my own. Snapping my eyes open I and following my instincts I give him a small nod, this was a formidable ally or enemy should he chose to be. Unknowingly this human has joined the ranks of the few beings, human or otherwise, that earned the respect of this Sessoumaru, Demon Lord of the Western Land.