InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inu Yasha Themes ❯ For Me to Decide ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Milareppa
Setting: Post-Manga Canon
Rating: A
Pre-requisites: Chapter 410.
Characters: Sesshoumaru & Kagura
Genre: Angst
Author’s Note:
1. This was inspired by a 2009 challenge prompt called “Rose” in the Inu Yasha Themes Livejournal community.
2. The story I refer to of the samurai is a real tale. Kerria japonica is also known (among other names) as the Kerria Rose but, although a member of the rose family, it’s not a true rose (which is Genus Rosa). It has symbolic connections to poverty and is popularly (but inaccurately) believed to be seedless. It’s believed to be spiritually and emotionally, rather than materially, enriching.

Summary: Sesshoumaru has a decision to make.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 571 | Visits: 198 | Status: Completed

For Me to Decide
 
Warmth trailed across sensitive skin, an echo of the day's earlier heat. Grass murmured in a breeze that was both restless and gentle. In the distance, a pale bird startled from the shadows of the forest, rising into the sky to vanish like white smoke amongst the clouds.
In his hand, the Kerria rose shimmered like gold, as if reluctant to let go of its tryst with the light of the western sun.
What a sterile thing.
His gaze shifted from witnessing this futile struggle. The unbidden memory of an old tale drifted through his thoughts, the samurai asking the serving girl for a grass raincoat only to be offended by the polite offer of a Kerria rose instead; his pathetic ignorance had prevented him from recognising this poetic symbol of poverty, yet the fateful meeting with a woman that would have normally been beneath his notice had birthed in that proud warrior a new resolve - and thus a great poet was born.
Understanding why such thoughts lingered now in his mind was a simple matter.
Without a sword that was capable of defeating the endless regeneration of that vile hanyou, victory would have been impossible.
Without the creation of that eerie technique, the dark path that cast an enemy into the next world, such a sword would never have been able to manifest in this world. Even so, the technique had still been required for final victory - despite the presence of the sword it had helped birth.
And that dark technique itself would never have been born if it hadn't been for a fateful meeting of his own.
He turned on his heel and walked away, the richly coloured petals tumbling through his fingers like the scattering of golden coins.
She, like this flower, had never been a rose.
 
 
 
FIN.