InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ A legacy worth living up to ( Chapter 56 )
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Title: A legacy worth living up to
Author: Plumespixie
Rated: G
Words: 250
Characters: Sessmom/Sess/Rin
Summary: Sessmom's musings on her son and that little human girl he allows to travel with him. Hell arc from her point of view.
A/N: I'm not too sure this one doesn't suck - but I tried.
Author: Plumespixie
Rated: G
Words: 250
Characters: Sessmom/Sess/Rin
Summary: Sessmom's musings on her son and that little human girl he allows to travel with him. Hell arc from her point of view.
A/N: I'm not too sure this one doesn't suck - but I tried.
*Re-formatted by knittingknots. If you aren't reading knittingknots here on ff dot net - you are MISSING OUT. She has both S/R and I/K ficlets, drabbles, and poems, and she's the queen of the post-canon domestic scene. READ HER - and thank me later XD~
It was all going according to plan, and she smirked in triumph. Surely he would revive this human now and prove his compassionate heart - opening his meidou in the process.
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Something was wrong. This was not what she'd planned. The girl was still...Despite his obvious sadness and fear, he could not...Her eyes widened and she drew a sharp breath. "Has that girl been revived by Tenseiga once before?"
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Her son was crying - crying for a little human girl. Whatever had transpired along his journey had surely changed him into a creature much more like his father than he probably realized - or at least admitted.
Just when she had nearly given up hope of ever seeing the sight of compassionate golden eyes scan the Western territory and its inhabitants with a smug satisfaction, not at the power of the ruler, but at the prosperity of the peasants, Sesshoumaru managed to surprise her.
He wasn't quite there yet, though. And this little girl had much more work to do when it came to molding her son into something that resembled a ruler. Her death would accomplish nothing, but her life might be just the tool she needed to teach her son what he could not learn on a battlefield: Compassion.
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She watched him brush aside the unruly hair on the raggedy human girl-child, and felt none of the shock from before. Now there was only pride. "You have become your father in a strange way."
A strange, but wonderful way…