InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Love ❯ Chapter VI ( Chapter 6 )
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By: rockthedragon7 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.27.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 989 | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.27.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 989 | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
Chapter VI
Sesshomaru watched for a sign of his father’s arrival in silence from his place on the mountaintop castle’s balcony. He had been standing there, looking down over the land, for close to an hour now. Perhaps he had been too hasty in his appearance at his father’s home, or maybe he was just foolish to think that the reckless demon that was his sire would remain in the castle for much time. A cool breeze smelling of matsu needles and steel caught his flowing silver hair, fanning it out behind him. Not long after the scent came the image of Sugimi’s telltale magical mist curling through the air. An amused grin tugged at Sesshomaru’s lips. His father was late, but he was home.
The demon lord let the cloud fade as he softly leapt to the balcony, making absolutely no move to conceal his discontent with his son’s unexpected arrival. “How delightful to see you again, Sesshomaru,” Sugimi said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he whipped off his hat, and marched through the open shoji. “Kind of you to announce your coming here.” He tumultuously tossed the hat to a low table, and went about the business of releasing the clasps and ties of his armor. “What has it been? One and forty years? Goodness knows I’ve lost track of the time.”
Sesshomaru was unfazed. “It is good to see you too, Father,” he replied with his typical coldness.
Sugimi’s golden eyes flashed to meet his son’s. The younger demon was no less unfeeling than the demon lord had seen him four decades before. If there was even a hairbreadth of emotion in Sesshomaru’s eyes, or his voice, or his indifferent hands, he did skillfully to hide it from his father so. The younger demon, like his mother, was fair, with silky, gossamer silver hair that fell smoothly over his back to his knees, and a lithe, but powerful body, like his father‘s. There, under each of his eyes, was a pair of crimson streaks, smoother and more refined than those of Sugimi, a upon his forehead, an azure crescent moon like that his mother bore on hers.
The demon lord gently set his breastplate to the table with a listless sigh, and settled cross-legged on one zabuton. “Sit,” he demanded as he gestured across the tabletop. “We have many years to catch up on.” Sesshomaru slowly dropped to a cushion, folding his arms across his chest, retaining his calm and cold stare. Sugimi held his son’s gaze with his own, flicking one clawed finger at a green-eyed lady demon.
She glided across the tatami to her master’s side, her dark kimono hissing as she moved. With a wave of her fingers, two cups materialized on the tabletop and a teapot in her graceful hands. Gently tipping the pot, she poured steaming tea into each of the cups, first Sugimi’s, then his son’s. The woman stood straight, and with another gesture from her fingers, the teapot vanished. Sugimi nodded silent thanks to the lady demon, and she bowed respectfully, turned on her heel, and left the room.
The scent of the tea wafted up toward them as father and son sat for a moment longer, watching, measuring each other. Sugimi lifted his cup to his lips, sipping the hot liquid. “Tell me of your journeys, Sesshomaru,” he began quietly. “Might a father know what has kept his son so busy as to not visit for nearly half a century?”
“There is little that is worth discussion,” Sesshomaru answered bluntly, hesitantly reaching for the cup before him, and taking a taste of the tea. Sugimi seemed unconvinced. The younger demon was reluctant at his father’s pokerfaced expression, and set the cup to the table. “How much longer will you continue to dishonor yourself, Father?”
Sugimi set his glass down, lowering his eyebrows in mild irritation, knowing well enough that this conversation was turning in the wrong direction. “Come now, Sesshomaru. Let us not play this game.”
“Why must you feel compelled to keep on risking your reputation for the sake of weak and simple-minded mortals?” Sesshomaru pressed. “They bear you no love...”
“My business is my own,” Sugimi explained calmly, halting Sesshomaru’s words. The demon lord didn’t need to be told of the utter lack of compassion humans had for demons. It was a fate that had been born before Sugimi, and would still live long after he had passed from the world. The demon lord sipped his tea, and pushed the discussion a different way. “Do you plan on staying long?”
Sesshomaru shrugged. “It depends. When do you wish me gone?”
Sugimi chuckled and shook his head. “Be reasonable, Sesshomaru. I am your father. I would not wish you gone until the sky came crashing down upon me.” A faint smile showed itself at one corner of the younger demon’s mouth. “It would be of practical value to know, however, when you intend to take your leave from the castle. Until then, I will order chambers made up for you.”
Sesshomaru bowed his head in thanks. “Kind of you, Father.”
Sugimi grinned and stood, gathering his armor from the table. “It is time I retire to my room, then. I bid you goodnight.” The demon lord turned to leave, but paused before disappearing behind the fusuma wall, and glanced over his shoulder to Sesshomaru, his eyes soft with a fatherly love. “Sesshomaru...I truly cherish these rare times when you visit.”
A genuine smile graced the younger demon’s fair features. “And I too, Father.”
Sugimi returned the grin, and vanished around the corner and down the hall toward his chambers.
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Sesshomaru watched for a sign of his father’s arrival in silence from his place on the mountaintop castle’s balcony. He had been standing there, looking down over the land, for close to an hour now. Perhaps he had been too hasty in his appearance at his father’s home, or maybe he was just foolish to think that the reckless demon that was his sire would remain in the castle for much time. A cool breeze smelling of matsu needles and steel caught his flowing silver hair, fanning it out behind him. Not long after the scent came the image of Sugimi’s telltale magical mist curling through the air. An amused grin tugged at Sesshomaru’s lips. His father was late, but he was home.
The demon lord let the cloud fade as he softly leapt to the balcony, making absolutely no move to conceal his discontent with his son’s unexpected arrival. “How delightful to see you again, Sesshomaru,” Sugimi said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he whipped off his hat, and marched through the open shoji. “Kind of you to announce your coming here.” He tumultuously tossed the hat to a low table, and went about the business of releasing the clasps and ties of his armor. “What has it been? One and forty years? Goodness knows I’ve lost track of the time.”
Sesshomaru was unfazed. “It is good to see you too, Father,” he replied with his typical coldness.
Sugimi’s golden eyes flashed to meet his son’s. The younger demon was no less unfeeling than the demon lord had seen him four decades before. If there was even a hairbreadth of emotion in Sesshomaru’s eyes, or his voice, or his indifferent hands, he did skillfully to hide it from his father so. The younger demon, like his mother, was fair, with silky, gossamer silver hair that fell smoothly over his back to his knees, and a lithe, but powerful body, like his father‘s. There, under each of his eyes, was a pair of crimson streaks, smoother and more refined than those of Sugimi, a upon his forehead, an azure crescent moon like that his mother bore on hers.
The demon lord gently set his breastplate to the table with a listless sigh, and settled cross-legged on one zabuton. “Sit,” he demanded as he gestured across the tabletop. “We have many years to catch up on.” Sesshomaru slowly dropped to a cushion, folding his arms across his chest, retaining his calm and cold stare. Sugimi held his son’s gaze with his own, flicking one clawed finger at a green-eyed lady demon.
She glided across the tatami to her master’s side, her dark kimono hissing as she moved. With a wave of her fingers, two cups materialized on the tabletop and a teapot in her graceful hands. Gently tipping the pot, she poured steaming tea into each of the cups, first Sugimi’s, then his son’s. The woman stood straight, and with another gesture from her fingers, the teapot vanished. Sugimi nodded silent thanks to the lady demon, and she bowed respectfully, turned on her heel, and left the room.
The scent of the tea wafted up toward them as father and son sat for a moment longer, watching, measuring each other. Sugimi lifted his cup to his lips, sipping the hot liquid. “Tell me of your journeys, Sesshomaru,” he began quietly. “Might a father know what has kept his son so busy as to not visit for nearly half a century?”
“There is little that is worth discussion,” Sesshomaru answered bluntly, hesitantly reaching for the cup before him, and taking a taste of the tea. Sugimi seemed unconvinced. The younger demon was reluctant at his father’s pokerfaced expression, and set the cup to the table. “How much longer will you continue to dishonor yourself, Father?”
Sugimi set his glass down, lowering his eyebrows in mild irritation, knowing well enough that this conversation was turning in the wrong direction. “Come now, Sesshomaru. Let us not play this game.”
“Why must you feel compelled to keep on risking your reputation for the sake of weak and simple-minded mortals?” Sesshomaru pressed. “They bear you no love...”
“My business is my own,” Sugimi explained calmly, halting Sesshomaru’s words. The demon lord didn’t need to be told of the utter lack of compassion humans had for demons. It was a fate that had been born before Sugimi, and would still live long after he had passed from the world. The demon lord sipped his tea, and pushed the discussion a different way. “Do you plan on staying long?”
Sesshomaru shrugged. “It depends. When do you wish me gone?”
Sugimi chuckled and shook his head. “Be reasonable, Sesshomaru. I am your father. I would not wish you gone until the sky came crashing down upon me.” A faint smile showed itself at one corner of the younger demon’s mouth. “It would be of practical value to know, however, when you intend to take your leave from the castle. Until then, I will order chambers made up for you.”
Sesshomaru bowed his head in thanks. “Kind of you, Father.”
Sugimi grinned and stood, gathering his armor from the table. “It is time I retire to my room, then. I bid you goodnight.” The demon lord turned to leave, but paused before disappearing behind the fusuma wall, and glanced over his shoulder to Sesshomaru, his eyes soft with a fatherly love. “Sesshomaru...I truly cherish these rare times when you visit.”
A genuine smile graced the younger demon’s fair features. “And I too, Father.”
Sugimi returned the grin, and vanished around the corner and down the hall toward his chambers.
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