InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kiba: Voice of the Fang ❯ Voice of Tensaiga: Secondhand Legacy ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Warning: Spoilers for some of the most recent manga chapters.

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It hurts.

To be unwanted; to be given to one who treats me as a mere piece of trash metal. Why not give me to the son whose mother I could have restored to him? Why not give me to the mortals, with their pitiful, fragile lives? They would treasure me, fight for me, die for me, live again for me. Among their kind I might be able to find the pure heart that can wield my true power.

There is a certain rigid purity to a frozen heart.

Sesshoumaru

My bane and blessing.

He is so like his father, and yet, in all the ways that matter, he is so like his mother. Cold. Proud. Beautiful. Complacent in his power and stagnant in his emotions. Strong in his enduring lifespan and yet delicate because of it. His father's greatest fear is that his firstborn son will succumb to a youkai's greatest danger.

Change.

I am an embodiment of that purpose; not to make his son weak but to make his son flexible so that come what may, he will not only survive, but thrive as well.

`Masterpiece among masterpieces' Toutousai whispered to me as he forged me into a blade. How pretty were his lies, his affections. He gave me away! To a master who saw me as nothing more than an extension of his blessed darling Tetsusaiga; who arrogantly assumed I was his by right simply because I was once his plucked fang.

Fools.

What good is a sword that doesn't cut? Doesn't kill?! Better to have been a piece of gaudy jewelry, a stout piece of armor, than a blade. But how pretty a matched set we make, Tetsusaiga and I. One blade to take a thousand lives in one swing, and one blade to give a thousand lives in one swing. After all; So'unga is a sword nobody wants to see drawn, even as a last resort. Had I been So'unga's detachment rather than Tetsusaiga's; then my lord Sesshoumaru would treasure me, despite the subtle corruption of that dark power.

It was inevitable, from the moment his father left me to Sesshoumaru, that I would long to please this master. His worthiness to be my master never once factored in—only the weight of his hand on my hilt, the merging of his youki with mine, his willingness to draw me into the sunlight—even once.

His frustration is as keen as mine.

I know the secrets the wily old raccoon Toutousai hid within me. Had I voice of my own, I would whisper them all into Sesshoumaru's ear. Would tell him all and not leave it to the unfeeling, smug arrogance of his father's old, senile retainers to tell him piece by mortifying piece until they break what I am trying to protect.

Bastards.

Do they think I will go quietly back into the blade Tetsusaiga? Do they think I will quietly surrender my Meidou-Zangetsuha to that thief blade? Maybe, if Tetsusaiga had remained complete without the addition of Inuyasha's fang, I might have had no choice, but there discordance between us now; even if I still must rely on Tetsusaiga to bring me into my full glory. They cannot know; even my crazy-clever creator Toutousai—that I have been changing. I am, after all, a descendent from the ever growing Tetsusaiga. They cannot know, that sliver by tiny sliver, I have tucked little bits of Toukijin's hatred for Inuyasha away inside of my power. They cannot know, that in absorbing me or my Meidou-Zangetsuha, Tetsusaiga signs its own death warrant. It would be my own destruction as well, but in this, I am most content.

Sesshoumaru did not choose me; I chose him.

To him I might be worthless, a second hand legacy from a father he could never understand. He may never treasure the gift I gave him in the little girl Rin. In battle he may draw other swords besides me.

But I chose.

I am not Sesshoumaru's. He is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to serve.

I will never submit to that half breed whelp Inuyasha. Better to be destroyed than taken from Sesshoumaru's hand. Better to be a memory than wielded against the one I chose. Better to not exist than to hurt the one I love.

Sesshoumaru.

 

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