InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Portrait of the forgotten wind ❯ Part one ( Chapter 1 )

Hey my dear readers, here's a little AU two parts one-shot. The idea has been running in my head for some time now so I had to just write it. I suffered a bit from writer's block on “Jump over the wall of freedom' and following a friend and fellow fan fiction writer's advice: the best way to get rid of writer's block is to write something else.

 

500 years after her death Sesshomarou is alone but when he comes across a portrait of him in his demonic form painted by a young fiery woman, will he be reunited with his long lost wind witch?.(Summary sucks but not the story).

 

Part one is going to be pretty sad and dark revolving about Sesshy's feelings and his life during the last 500 years. (rated T)

 

Part two is going to be about him trying to get her to remember and just in case the rating will go up (if he succeeds there might just be some lemon involved)

 

Portrait of the forgotten wind

 

It was a warm summer evening. Sesshomarou was walking in the crowded streets of the city, feeling alone and empty as usual. He had just sent his driver home and was just walking for the sake of it, he didn't have any destination, he was just walking.

 

After a while he realized that as usual his feet were driving him towards that place. Every time he needed to clear his head he would go and just walk for hours without stopping. A habit he already had 500 years ago in the feudal era, but long gone were his little followers Rin and Jaken. And since that day he would always unconsciously walk to that place.

 

Of course the place in question looked different now: it was not a vast field of red wild flowers anymore where the wind used to sway and bend the plants to its will, diffusing their intoxicating perfume all around.

No, nowadays thanks to the demon lord's influence and large wealth the field where she had died 500 years ago was changed into a large park into the city. Every week many families would come and have picnics under the cherry trees, lovers would kiss sitting on the benches or children scream of delight on the swings. Sesshomarou knew that she would have loved to see all these happy people. He was always at peace here their laughter ringing in his ears, able to somehow soothe his cold heart.

 

He also knew that what she would have love even more was the annual dance festival he had set up in honor of the legend of the Wind Goddess, he was sure she would have found this highly amusing and just fitting for her. Just thinking of his dear wind's usual cocky smile made him want to smile. But then he would always remember that last smile, the one who broke his heart, the one he could never forget.

 

Sitting on his usual bench, the one just over the place he had found her fan and her feather after her body dissolved in her own element Sesshomarou thought back to the last 500 years.

 

`Alone, sitting on this bench once again, how pathetic. Rin, my dear daughter the first person to have ever opened my heart, she died so long ago in my arms. At least she found happiness with Kohaku, maybe I should go check on their descendants once again…And Kagura, she died even longer before. She died before I ever had a chance to voice my feelings, her death made me realize something: never waste time. When I think back at all these times I would find her spying on me or when she would come to me begging for my help. On these occasions if only I…let's not go down this road again, it's pointless.

I never thought I would ever say that but I even miss Jaken. The little annoying toad demon followed me until he was too old and finally died after I sent him back to his own people. Since then I have been all alone.

Of course I could always go and see my half brother. After we allied to defeat Naraku we decided to stop trying to kill each other. I wonder if he knows I'm still alive?!, After all he must be starting his own family by now, since he has reunited with his wench. I know they are living happily at her family's shrine. But I will always feel uneasy, just like an intruder around them. No, this Sesshomarou shall leave them be.'.

 

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Seeing that the evening was falling fast, Sesshomarou decided to head back into town. Tonight was a weekday so he would be staying at his penthouse instead of the mansion in the countryside where he spent his weekends. If his business did not require his presence in town, he would live in the countryside, it was not as pure and clean as the feudal era but it was close enough. At least his nose did not burn due to the pollution and there was less sound to irritate his sensitive ears.

 

As he walked on the almost empty sidewalk Sesshomarou looked with distaste at the bright and colorful fronts of the closed stores. But all of a sudden something silvery and shining caught his eye and he crossed the street not even caring that he almost got run over for he was so irresistibly attracted by the source of the silver.

 

When Sesshomarou came across the display of an art gallery he felt as if his heart stopped beating. For in front of Sesshomarou stood a wonderfully well executed and highly resembling reproduction of him, or rather of his demon humanoid's form. For the last 400 years the demon lord had to use a magical disguise to hide his appearance as the number of humans grew exponentially and the number of demons fell to next to nothing. He could not understand how it was possible that someone could have painted his true appearance.

 

The demon lord jolted of surprise when he heard a hard knock on the glass of the display. He looked up and saw a young woman looking down at him, she was signaling for him to come inside. He did not know why but Sesshomarou accepted the invitation and entered the art gallery.

The place smelled of a mix of fresh breeze, honey and paint but what shocked him the most was the other paintings on the walls. One represented Inuyasha's entire group with Kagome riding on his back, another one showed Rin picking flowers with Jaken behind her and in the back there was a very large and dark painting of Naraku and all his incarnations. Sesshomarou did not know if he should feel grateful or sad that his wind sorceress was not painted among them. He was snapped out of his daze when the young woman addressed him:

 

“Good evening sir, my name is Annak Omugino and I am the owner of this art gallery.” Seeing that she had caught his attention Annak tried to bring Sesshomarou closer to the top floor of the gallery where the more expansive paintings were exposed under great surveillance.

 

But the demon lord was absolutely not fooled by her and saw what she was trying to do. He was irritated because he had no time to waste with the damn woman. All he wanted was to get to the bottom of the mystery and asked without preamble and staring at his own set of naturally gold/amber eyes on the portrait “Who is the painter”.

 

Annak barely controlled a growl of annoyance as she spat “my sister in law to be Arusa Gakari but she goes by Aru Gak. This is her first exhibition really, the varnishing was yesterday, as expected none of the paintings sold. People were rather interested n the book based on the paintings though some kind of feudal fairytale with demon lords and some kind of jewel, it is called Against the wind something like that… . Now sir, why don't I show you off to the paintings more appropriate for someone such as you?” (she had not failed to notice Sesshomarou's very expansive clothing).

 

Annak had already turned around when the demon lord simply said “I shall buy the entire collection”.

 

The young woman turned around once more eyes wide with surprise and disgust (she hated Arusa with a passion). She finally spoke “but sir these paintings are not worth…” she had no time to finish as Sesshomarou cut her

 

“This Sesshomarou shall buy whatever he sees fit. Now I am ready to pay five times the asking price. Besides you just sold an entire collection shouldn't you be happy, after all I would bet my (now regenerated) left arm that you take a large percentage of whatever is sold from this place.” Seeing the shock expression on the woman's face he smirked mentally and added “I only have one request, I wish to meet this Arusa and have dinner with her”.

 

Annak's face went from alabaster pale to fiery red as she said on an usually cold and void of emotion tone “I am afraid this won't possible, sir”

 

“I do not care, make it happen, or I am not buying anything” Sesshomarou than got out a business card, scribbled his cell phone number on the back and handed the card to the gallery owner. He added “send the bill for the paintings to my assistant, have her give you the address of my weekend home, where the paintings shall be delivered. And finally have Miss Gakari call me on my cell phone”.

 

Without one more word, the demon lord turned around and walked outside, but not before stealing a glance at his portrait.

 

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Two anxious weeks later…

 

Tonight was finally the night and Sesshomarou had never felt this anxious before in his long life. He was sure that Arusa Gakari aka Aru Gak was none other than his wind sorceress Kagura. He had even hired a private investigator to learn as much about her as possible. The taiyoukai wanted to have the upper hand during their `arranged dinner date'. He called it a date but knowing her she would come storming, screaming and insulting him, only the thought of it made a warm and pleasant sensation spread throughout his entire body, and he was growing even more impatient.

 

The truth is that was not the first time he found her reincarnation: the first and only chance had been during a short business related travel in Europe.

 

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*Flashback*

 

The night air in London was chilly and humid as usual it appeared that the next day would be rainy. Sesshomarou unconsciously wrinkled his nose, being a dog demon he could not stand the rain.

 

He was walking because he was unable to sleep that night, as often he was plagued by dreams of her. He would dream about what could have been, if only he had accepted to help her, sooner if Tenseiga had worked, if he had killed that brat Kohaku when he kidnapped Rin and of course all the dreams would end the same way: him and Kagura happily mated with an impressive amount of silver and raven haired pups running around them. Those were even worse than the nightmares where he would relive her death than Rin's over and over again until he was able to wakeup.

 

As usual Sesshomarou was thankful for his lack of need of sleep. In fact, he could go for long periods of time without eating or sleeping. This night he was walking along the Thames as he caught a distinct scent he had not picked up (except in his dreams) in more than 200 years. He knew his nose would never fail him so he followed the scent ignoring the whistles and screams the prostitutes were making trying to gain the attention of the handsome foreigner with long black hair.

 

The scent brought him to a bar called the Spider all around the establishment were half naked women trying to attract some customers, drunk men trying to pick a fight and even children begging for some money. As he entered the bar Sesshomarou's delicate nose was assaulted by horrible smells that he could not even identify.

The demon looked around but could not see Kagura anywhere; at this point he knew his nose would be of on help among all these foul stenches. After a small silent prayer that she was not among the people upstairs where Sesshomarou could pick up screams and moans noting that the bar also was a motel. Disgusted the demon lord went outside for some much needed fresh air, and to his relief he picked her scent which was heading him to a small dark back alley.

 

But after a few steps to his horror, he heard a sharp scream and he knew at once whose voice it was and even if it was faint Sesshomarou could pick up the metallic scent of blood. Using his demon speed he rushed hoping nothing had happened to his Kagura.

 

But as he arrived in the alley he found the corpse of a human young man, his hand grasping a sharp blade drenched in his lover's blood. Sesshomarou growled loudly thinking the man was lucky to be already dead.

With the knowledge that she was injured the demon lord ran following the trail of blood left behind by Kagura. By the time he caught up with her she was crossing the street. Even if he could not see her face, he knew it was her, he could feel it. He harbored his first smile in well over 400 years thinking about how his dreams of mate and pups will finally come true.

 

But at that precise moment Sesshomarou did the biggest mistake of his life, the one that would plague his nightmares for many nights to come asking himself what he should have done differently. A mistake that made him wish he had the ability to go back in the past: he called her name. It was not like a scream at the top of his lungs but she still heard it. Of course her name was not Kagura in this life but still she turned around and saw the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on, and he was walking towards her! Right now she did not care about her injured hand nor did she care about where she stood.

 

As she was about to open her mouth she heard a horse neigh but too late to get out of harms way. Due to the incredible force of the impact her small body was thrown feet away and as she finally hit the ground she heard screams around her. She also saw the mysterious man from before looking down at her among a crowd of curious people.

The man who sure did not look British had so much sorrow in his eyes. She could not tell how but she felt like she knew him just like when he called the name before she was drawn to him. The man's facial expression looked as if he wanted to take her in his arms, and because of that and the fact that she knew someone gave a damn about her, the young woman smiled, with tears of pain streaming down her cheeks.

 

Sesshomarou had to stand watching her die once again and this time it was his entire fault. How he regretted not taking Tenseiga on his trip, maybe the sword of heaven would have been able to save her this time. After she drew her last breath and the curious went about to their business Sesshomarou leaned down to close her hazel almost red eyes and took her in his arms he went into the first church he found and paid a priest very highly to make sure she would be taken care of properly

After that night Sesshomarou went back home and decided never to come back again, to him the streets of London would always have a mix of her honey cinnamon scent and her blood.

 

*End of Flashback*

 

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This time nothing would stand in the way of fulfilling his wishes. Not his pride, not his lack of thinking no, this time she will be his!

 

 

 

End of part one!To be continued….

 

So how was it? Good Bad?? Please review. Don't worry the second (and last part) will be more joyful. Will Kagura accept his dinner invitation? Will she remember him and will his dreams of mate and pups be fulfilled? Keep an eye open for part 2, it will be posted either tomorrow or the day after next).