InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Legacy ( Chapter 67 )
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By: Ravyn Skye 
Title: Legacy
Author: RavynSkye
Warnings: None
Rated: K or G
Words: 516
Summary: Sesshoumaru realizes the difference between an heirloom and a legacy.
A/N: Just some non-shippy S/R goodness for all to hopefully (maybe) enjoy. 333
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 11.12.2010 | Updated On: 12.20.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 631 | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
Title: Legacy
Author: RavynSkye
Warnings: None
Rated: K or G
Words: 516
Summary: Sesshoumaru realizes the difference between an heirloom and a legacy.
A/N: Just some non-shippy S/R goodness for all to hopefully (maybe) enjoy. 333
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 11.12.2010 | Updated On: 12.20.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 631 | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
Title: Legacy
Author: RavynSkye
Warnings: None
Rated: K or G
Words: 516
Summary: Sesshoumaru realizes the difference between an heirloom and a legacy.
A/N: Just some non-shippy S/R goodness for all to hopefully (maybe) enjoy. 333
He stared at the thing again… The heirloom sword.
He admired the curve of the transfigured blade, the craftsmanship of the hilt, and the overall quality of a sharp blade that couldn't cut living flesh.
His inheritance, for all practical purposes, the only thing his father ever really gave to him and him alone. And he hadn't even wanted it.
He wanted no part of such a thing.
He'd made little use of it, over the years and only in the most direof situations where there was no other choice. He'd used it when it served his purposes and only resurrected those who could serve him and his agenda. The father of the otter who had information about the netherworld, for instance. He'd drawn the cursed sword once more and watched as the great guardians of the passage between the world fell to one knee and bowed before him.
As well they should
He was Sesshoumaru-sama, daiyoukai and Son of not only his Great Lord Father, but also his noble and terrifying mother whose lineage made certain to dilute any of his father's weakness from his blood.
Sesshoumaru had no such weakness or fondness for… humans.
Yes, he'd only ever drawn that sword when it serviced him, or to make a show of his great power to those who might question it.
Well… except…
"Sesshoumaru-sama!" A dark headed little girl child glanced up from her place on Ahun's back, smiling broadly at him. "You're back!"
He gave a slight nod and watched that ridiculous ponytail flop about her tiny head as the girl slid gracelessly to the ground from the leather saddle and landed with an 'umph', taking a moment to recover before running up to him and presenting him with another of her ill-conceived 'gifts'; a flower necklace or some other such silly thing.
Surely he would have no use for her present, but she would present it none-the-less; it was more of her and her silly human ways. Why he abided such nonsense was a mystery both to him and his small green retainer, who looked on flabbergasted as the girl dared to approach without even a bow and shove her odorous offerings up toward the great Dog Demon Lord.
"Look what Rin made for you, Sesshoumaru-sama!" The pride in her eyes and scent confounded him, as he stared at the mismatched arrangement of flowers, and to avoid awkwardness of any kind, he simply stared for a moment before acknowledging with a silent nod as usual.
"I trust that you have fared well in my absence?" He always inquired after her, though why he bothered, he couldn't have said.
"Oh yes, Sesshoumaru-sama! Rin sang and danced and picked lots of flowers!" She nodded to the pile of soon-to-be-dead blooms laying next to ah-un on the ground.
"Come along, Rin. It's time to go."
"Okay!" The cheerful voice called from behind him.
He glanced down at the heirloom sword once more, then back to the small girl dancing along his path and realized… The sword may be his heirloom, but it wasn't his legacy.
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Author: RavynSkye
Warnings: None
Rated: K or G
Words: 516
Summary: Sesshoumaru realizes the difference between an heirloom and a legacy.
A/N: Just some non-shippy S/R goodness for all to hopefully (maybe) enjoy. 333
He stared at the thing again… The heirloom sword.
He admired the curve of the transfigured blade, the craftsmanship of the hilt, and the overall quality of a sharp blade that couldn't cut living flesh.
His inheritance, for all practical purposes, the only thing his father ever really gave to him and him alone. And he hadn't even wanted it.
He wanted no part of such a thing.
He'd made little use of it, over the years and only in the most direof situations where there was no other choice. He'd used it when it served his purposes and only resurrected those who could serve him and his agenda. The father of the otter who had information about the netherworld, for instance. He'd drawn the cursed sword once more and watched as the great guardians of the passage between the world fell to one knee and bowed before him.
As well they should
He was Sesshoumaru-sama, daiyoukai and Son of not only his Great Lord Father, but also his noble and terrifying mother whose lineage made certain to dilute any of his father's weakness from his blood.
Sesshoumaru had no such weakness or fondness for… humans.
Yes, he'd only ever drawn that sword when it serviced him, or to make a show of his great power to those who might question it.
Well… except…
"Sesshoumaru-sama!" A dark headed little girl child glanced up from her place on Ahun's back, smiling broadly at him. "You're back!"
He gave a slight nod and watched that ridiculous ponytail flop about her tiny head as the girl slid gracelessly to the ground from the leather saddle and landed with an 'umph', taking a moment to recover before running up to him and presenting him with another of her ill-conceived 'gifts'; a flower necklace or some other such silly thing.
Surely he would have no use for her present, but she would present it none-the-less; it was more of her and her silly human ways. Why he abided such nonsense was a mystery both to him and his small green retainer, who looked on flabbergasted as the girl dared to approach without even a bow and shove her odorous offerings up toward the great Dog Demon Lord.
"Look what Rin made for you, Sesshoumaru-sama!" The pride in her eyes and scent confounded him, as he stared at the mismatched arrangement of flowers, and to avoid awkwardness of any kind, he simply stared for a moment before acknowledging with a silent nod as usual.
"I trust that you have fared well in my absence?" He always inquired after her, though why he bothered, he couldn't have said.
"Oh yes, Sesshoumaru-sama! Rin sang and danced and picked lots of flowers!" She nodded to the pile of soon-to-be-dead blooms laying next to ah-un on the ground.
"Come along, Rin. It's time to go."
"Okay!" The cheerful voice called from behind him.
He glanced down at the heirloom sword once more, then back to the small girl dancing along his path and realized… The sword may be his heirloom, but it wasn't his legacy.
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