InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Lord and The Dragon ❯ The Lord Speaks ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

 
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Chapter 3
 
 
 
Dragon
 
As the truth settles in my mind I notice the slight tensing of his body, he seems to be sniffing the air, just looking at me. His face is cold and emotionless, colder yet are his golden eyes, as cold as the night wind of Siberia. Seconds pass as we watch each other, slowly his eyes close and my eyes are drawn to his markings, such vivid colors for one so pale and cold, he's sniffing again, much stronger this time, as if he could understand me by my scent. Eyes still closed he turns towards me taking another deep breath through his nose. Suddenly, his eyes snap open staring hard at me giving me a small nod of acknowledgment. For an instant I saw several emotions flash in his eyes, acceptance, mutual respect, and a flash of longing mixed with pain. I have seen that look before and knew it well, the same look the I see in my own eyes when I happen to catch my reflection after thinking or being with my Beloved. I return the small nod exactly as was give to me, the image of two samurais passing one another on the road, the giving and receiving of mutual respect given to an equal, flashed in my mind.
 
Still watching one another I fell at a loss, what to say. Once again I curse Father for my lack of social skill and experience in the art of social interaction. Wanting to speak, but not sure how to start, Sara claims I can't open my mouth without “some cryptic shit” coming out, so I decide to speak as I wish to be spoken to, plain and honestly. “You are a…Youkai.” I said and waited for my reply.
 
 
 
Lord
 
I wait for a response to my gracious offer and am pleased to see it returned to the exact degree given. I study this man trying to understand the contradictions that make him, assuredness in his skill in power, yet humble and uncertain in other things, as a child would be. As I contemplate these things, thoughts of another contradiction raise in my head, of a young woman unmovable in heart and mind, yet that same heart and mind where broken by so small an act, no now is not the time or place to remember. I refocus on the man before me; he seems to have come to a decision. “You are a …Youkai.” he says, it was a statement meant to confirm mot a question. Yes, I was right, he does know what I am even the proper term, intelligent, offering the truth and expecting the same in return, no games. I give a small incline of my head in agreement waiting for his first question to come forth. “ The world knows you as Joutei,” after a pause he continues, “Who are you really and what is your true name.” I almost smile again, the slight lifting of one side of my mouth, tells me I am smirking at the question. That smirk has been known to more terrify that my expressionless face in the mists of death, blood, and gore. Brilliant stratagem, `knowledge is power'; information is key to defeating an opponent.
 
My face goes blank again this is foolishness, interesting, but foolish nonetheless. I should kill him now and be done with it, but I cannot bring myself to destroy something that reminds me of her. Turning away, I start to leave never to return in his lifetime, but granting him his answer. “Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands of Japan.” I say walking back toward my hotel for the night, thinking of the flight to return to my homeland, when I hear him whisper softly a name that freezes in mid step, “Higurashi”. Reacting faster than thought, I was across the clearing standing in front of him with only inches separating us. Un a where of my growling, my eyes bleed red with my rage and fear. Fear, yes, as unaccustomed as I am to that feeling, I recognize it for what it is. How does he know that name, does he know her, what she is to me, what is she to him, is he a treat to her. Lost in these thoughts, my eyes bleed further and my growling become deeper as my poison begins to drip form my claws, to hiss and dissolve the ground. “How do you know that name?” I force through my teeth, needing to know.