InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces ❯ Pieces -- II ( Chapter 2 )

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Pieces

-Jasmine Fields-

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Pieces -- Part II

Unfortunately, not even lesser creatures escaped Sesshoumaru's notice. Or fortunately - depending upon whether or not said creature survived his encounter. Although sparsely acknowledged as an irritation proportionately balanced somewhere between vile and bothersome, there was still the fact of acknowledgement pertaining to their imbecilic nature.

But without such lesser existences it would not reinforce how fearfully lethal or gratefully immortal he was. Of course, despite never succumbing to weakness, there was the ever-looming reminder that the vermin breathed the same air as he.

Upon self-realization, he knew, after some reflection, that he was doomed throughout the ages - until the infinity of time ceased to transcend - when he nearly obsessed over the fascination of his own loving hatred towards humans and their kin. Actually - to put in more accurate and simple terms - it wasn't exclusively hatred, per se, but rather a nightmarish morbid curiosity of the small catatonically unaware state humans hardly were conscious of. The exception was when barbaric, mute, barely zombified youkai made their presence known - and attacked mindlessly.

Definitely not the rule.

Nearly smiling - because, for a brief moment his thoughts turned distracted toward blood and killing for the mere thrill of sport - he puzzled-out an anomalous mystery:

Humans killed more of themselves than did youkai.

Their demise came from their own hands and own lack of with and innovation to live. How was this true? Even he did not know all things.

He had witnessed these disgusting creatures murder each other thoughtlessly out of self-pity and self-spite for centuries without it phasing him. But still. He wondered if it would ever end - their self-contempt, that is.

That is why he chose to ignore the vast majority of them and harbored hatred for them whenever he killed. And why he didn't care for their stench or emotional offerings, or sense of justice, or misplaced need for power and honor.

Indeed, a mystery.

They worked their fields, farming their lands, bathed their children and shirked in fear; though, when it was he who walked passed them - even through massive crowds of mischief makers - there was reason to fear. They shirked in fear... swallowing their own bile always waiting to live.

Despicable and ridiculous. Truly.

Most certainly these people, not youkai nor hanyou, could stand on their own against threats perceived and threats realized. Were they not proud of their own heritage? They did not choose to be lesser, these human, beings. Still.

Never his equal and not nearly close enough, perhaps, he imagined, they had potential for victory if ever they fought and strengthened each other. Most similarly the way his half-brother did for each person he led.

Truly.

Though blind and emotional and all at once impuissant - even on their own determination - they were alive and strong and prosperous, he supposed.

For humans.

And there was always Inuyasha. He frowned. The hanyou really was worse-off with human blood betraying the other half of his ancestry. All his brotherly taunting, meant to peeve the youkai ego, was a double-edged sword of its own design.