InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Converged Destinies ❯ Light of the Full Moon ( Chapter 3 )

It has been almost a week since Sesshoumaru returned to his castle, since then, his royal advisors had never been able to stop nagging about all the paper work and the many documents and treaties need to be signed.

A war was stirring between the South and the East, and both leaders had requested his alliance. Needless to say, Sesshoumaru was beginning to grow restless, and often sought solitude within an abandoned part of the garden that everyone seemed to have forgotten.

Once in a while he had also gone to see the statue, but never had he been able to learn anything new about it.

Sesshoumaru gently massaged his temple with a claw hand while reading yet another document that had to be signed. Another day has been able to pass once more under his nose while he had been making the important decisions that keeps his lands running smoothly.

Dropping his writing instrument with irritation, Sesshoumaru left the confinement of his bedroom chamber to seek solitude once more in the forgotten garden.

Easily evading the guards that were put on duty, Sesshoumaru mental noted that he had to step up the defense slightly around his castle, instead of having the kill every assassin that runs into the castle trying to murder him in his sleep himself.

The quietness of the garden calmed him slightly, helping him forget all of his problems. A black cloud blocked off the moon light, Sesshoumaru mentally calculated that there would be a full moon today, sighing to himself, he took another few minutes among the wild yet beautiful flowers that grew around him.

Stopping suddenly in front of a vine of climbing roses, he felt oddly fond of it, as if it should bring back some wonderful memory. Touching one delicate flower, he carelessly yanked it off the stem, and completely ignoring the fact that a sharp thorn had been able to cut into his forefinger, and spilled one single drop of crimson blood.

Though the wound healed almost immediately, the single drop of blood still remained, Sesshoumaru stared at it perplexed. He felt as if he can almost reach something, yet at the same time, what he was after seemed untouchable.

With a flicker of annoyance, Sesshoumaru carelessly dropped the rose in front of him, not bothering to see where it landed, walked gracefully back to his castle, and uncaringly crushing the delicate flower with one mighty step.

Sesshoumaru briskly walked past all the other gardens within his castle, noting that none was as beautiful as the forgotten one, for there seemed to be a gentle fragrance there that is not created by any flowers, but by the scent of something else that had long creased to exist there, yet forever left some of its intoxicating scent behind.

Before he knew it, he was once more standing under his well carved stone balcony. With one mighty leap, Sesshoumaru easily jumped onto his balcony and slide though the previously opened glass door, closing it carelessly behind him, and sat down once more before the piles of paper work that needed to be complete. Taking his writing instrument in his hand, he promptly got to work.

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It was well past midnight, and the moon was slowly beginning to peek out from behind the dark cloud that had once blocked off its silvery glow.

A certain taiyoukai had just recently finished his many piles of paper work, and was standing by the window, taking in the evening scenery. Without a sound, he turned his back to the window and headed toward his oversized bed.

Sesshoumaru stopped suddenly, then instead of turning in for the remainder of the night, he opened the door of his chamber and headed down the hallway. He quietly passed the many empty rooms in the royal wing, and came to the end of the hallway. He silently opened the door that he had forbidden all of his servants to open (except for the cleaning maid that cleans the room weekly) and stepped inside.

The room was dark, but with his sharp eye sight, Sesshoumaru could easily make out everything that was inside. The room was airy and fairly big, with but a few tables and chairs, otherwise, pretty empty.

But none of these furniture was of any concern to the great demon lord as his eyes slowly traveled to a certain statue that stood before a curtained window, the statue had looked the same as always, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something special about it.

But hadn't Hachiro said that it wasn't always a statue? Shaking off the possibility of the idea, Sesshoumaru turned to leave, and as if an after thought, walked towards the window and drew back the heaving curtains that blocked off the moonlight.

Turning to leave once more, Sesshoumaru suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, letting a mysteriously wonderful scent tickle his nose, as he came to realization that it came from someone behind him, and slowly turned to face the statue in time to see it being bathed in moonlight.

Maybe he was seeing things, but he could have swore that he saw the clothing that fell like ripples from the statue rustled. And soon, he was sure that he saw wisps of long silky hair that shone slightly bluish under the moonlight moving gently.

Sesshoumaru stood unmoving, mouth slightly agape, not certain whether this is reality or dream as the statue turned facing him ever so gracefully.

In the original place of the statue, now stood the most beautiful maiden that he had ever laid eyes upon in his entire life. Gracefully she walked toward him, her beautiful smile never wavering and shone of pure joy.

"Sesshoumaru…" She whispered as her glorious eyes twinkled and her pink lips broke into a beautiful smile that doubled her beauty.

A.N. I know this chapter is short, but it just seemed like a really good place to stop, I'll try to make the next chapter longer.