InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Return to Innocence ❯ What is Reality? If It Is Only A Never Ending Nightmare….. ( Prologue )

RATING: R!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE, AND OTHER GRUESOME SCENESAND MATURE CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE!!!)

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters. Though I did come up with the plot/ storyline and any original characters, please ask to use!!

 

Summary: Pain, death, and betrayal are the only things Sesshoumaru has ever known, but what happens when he is forced out of his niche by his very self. When he is forced to wander the earth in complete madness, will he be able to survive long enough to regain what was lost. Or is Sesshoumaru to lost to be saved?

 

Pairing: Sesshoumaru x Kagome x Inuyasha

 

 

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Return to Innocence

 

Prologue:

 

What is Reality? If It Is Only A Never Ending Nightmare…..

 

 

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It was a clear night sky with the stars twinkling every gently and the full moon was shining gently overhead, illuminating the sleeping world beneath. White waves crashed against the white sandy beach, leaving behind watery trails only to crash over it again. It was a soothing monotonous melody, never changing, always and forever flowing.

 

One set of footprints marked the sand left behind by a lone demon lord with a snow white kimono with scattered crimson flowers, like blood. His footprints never lasted long though they were destined to be washed away by the crashing waves. Sesshoumaru's pale features and silver hair glittered in the moonlight, giving him an unnatural glow, allowing onlookers to believe he was an angel, or if they could only see his molten honey eyes, a lonely ghost.

 

As the full moon rose above the restless sea, Sesshoumaru gazed longingly out into the distance of the sea. Long ago he had bid a cruel farewell to his father, long ago he had said farewell to what little happiness he may have had left. `It was on this very beach that all this took place' he thought as his honey gold eyes gazed off into the distance, his mind slipping into a fading memory.

 

Gentle snow covered the ground and was gently falling from the sky. The waves crashed against the beach, over and over. An icy wind blew across the beach, where two ominous figures loomed. Their long silver hair blew in the wind, as the full moon lit up the sky. Both adorned in traditional steel armor and snow white robes, white fur trailed behind. Crimson droplets slid down the arm of the elder, leaving a murky puddle, staining the sparkling snow.

 

“Are you going father?” Sesshoumaru asked his father coldly, his gold eyes glaring at his father's back, despising him.

 

“Are you going to stop me Sesshoumaru?” Inutaishou mocked his son, knowing his decision would forever seal his son's hate for him.

 

“I'm not going to stop you. However, before you do I would like the fangs Sou'unga and Tessaiga, to be handed over to me” Sesshoumaru demanded.

 

His father stared wistfully at the moon, knowing his time was limited. “If I say I won't give them to you,” he paused for moment but soon continued, seriousness lacing his voice “would you kill your own father?” Inutaishou knew that he would, Sesshoumaru was a killer, just like he had taught him to be. `If only my obligations didn't keep me from him so long ago' his thoughts began to wander but he quickly, and somewhat harshly, drew them back to the present. The crashing waves filled the silence “Do you despise power that much?” he asked his son, “Why do you seek power?” For a moment silence filled the gap, but eventually his son answered with his usual heartless response.

 

“I must travel the path of conquest… Power is necessary in order to walk that path” His voice was cold and heartless, just like the killer he was. But inside, he was torn over the years of neglect finally coming to surface.

 

Inutaishou bowed his head in though, dropping his gaze from the moon “ “ `conquest', huh?” again he moved his gaze back to the moon, time drawing short. “Sesshoumaru… is there something that you want to protect?” he asked this of his son before, but the answer never seemed to change.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed in thought to the question `something to protect?' His gold eyes full of longing and hatred, and bubbling jealousy. His response was typical that of a killer “This Sesshoumaru has no need… to pursue such an endeavor” he raised his arm, pointing a long elegant finger into the distance.

 

`Just as I thought' thought his father, and with that his hair released from its binding as it swirled in a demonic wind, Sesshoumaru looked up in awe at the presence of his transformed father, Inutaishou had transformed into a gigantic dog, his `rawr' chilling everyone who heard to the bone. Quickly he took off into flight, to save his beloved again Inutaishou thought `do you have something to protect?'

 

Sesshoumaru remained on the beach, the wind blowing just as hard, and the waves enveloped the silence. Gracefully he turned away from the direction his father took off in, “that is ridiculous” he said to no one in particular as he walked down the beach, the waves washing his and his father's delicate foot prints away. He will let his father be, he will let his father do as he wishes. Sesshoumaru knew his father would die that night. That damn wench was his only weakness. `No' he thought `love is.' On many occasion he overheard the other lords gossiping on the approaching death of his beloved father, all do to this emotion called love. He knew what love was, it was a silent killer. True, strong demons did not need love. They were cold and emotionless hence, his current demeanor.

 

Unbeknownst to him though, his heart had frozen over long before his father fell in love the second time, long before the downfall of the western court, and long before the death of his beloved and cherished mother.

 

The memory was still vivid in his mind, and not to long after the news of his father's death, the wench Izayoi bearing his horrifyingly grotesque half-brother pleaded sanctuary within his now inherited domain. Held by honor he grudgingly allowed them to live peacefully among the court. Sesshoumaru never gave up the chance to show them their place in the world. That part of his life was not something he was particularly proud of. And on the wench's death bed she made him swear to protect the half-breed. `Damn honor' he thought to himself. Memories of raising Inuyasha flitted through his mind and he winced at the images. `Although,' he thought `it was nothing compared to what father had done to me… so many years ago' his mind drifted, trying to recall the years the amount of years since his father's death. Echoing waves and the whoosh of the sea breeze filled the deafening silence.

 

“Father...” he whispered, catching his mind drifting Sesshoumaru mentally scolded his lack of control `cursed emotions.' Again he resumed his leisurely stroll along the white sandy beach.

 

Something was not right. Although he could not quite place it, Sesshoumaru felt it deep within himself. It was the quite hum of his unsettled demon. His chilling honey gold eyes narrowed slightly in thought, the only indicator of some resemblance of emotion on his hauntingly placid face. Step after step, wave after wave, a monotonous never ending pattern.

 

He eventually came upon a grassy hill, overlooking the sea. `It can't be' he thought. But indeed it was, it was the same hill he had said farewell to his father, except it was not right. Also on the little hill was a billowing willow, its branches swishing with the cool salty breeze. Underneath its lush green branch's near its wide and well aged trunk was his mother's grave. Something was definitely not right. His father's, mother's, and the wench's graves were underneath the tree. Not only that a mirror nestled in the bark of the tree glittered in the fait moonlight. Curious Sesshoumaru defiantly walked towards the tree, refusing to succumb to this illusion.

 

Sesshoumaru admired the mirror, it being pure polished silver, and glittering from the faint light of the moon. It was extremely intricate and around the edges was an ancient weaving design that was forign to him. It was shaped like a star with five points, and on the very tips of the corners were five round gold balls incrusted with a variety of jewels. Each stone had a different color, the top was an ever changing moonstone, and the next one to the right going down was a deep rich forest green emerald, followed by a midnight blue sapphire, then a deep crimson ruby, with the last being a snow white diamond. The mirror itself was breathtaking and the glass had the image of water. Looking into the mirror, the image of himself seemed to swirl and change. Although before he knew it the image was changing `what is this' he pondered. The image melted and swirled. Colors blended. A picture of his mother, the wench, and his father flitted past. And before he knew it the scenery around him was changing; swirling and melting, colors blending, mimicking the mirror. Long forgotten memories raced past to quick for him to remember completely what they were about. The scenery had quickly become a complete blur. Sesshoumaru stepped back from the mirror his golden eyes glared at the mirror “halt this at once” he shouted to mirror panic laced into his voice. But it didn't.

 

The mirror kept swirling and soon becoming dizzy Sesshoumaru fell to his knees. Trying to right himself again he looked up and nearly gasped, but at the last moment he held himself. There standing before him proud and strong was his father. In flesh and blood but with a faint glow around him “pitiful...” he whispered his voice deep and mesmerizing, although surprisingly cold. Sesshoumaru stood up to stare down his father, except he was in his five year old body. Looking up he saw his father disappearing into the darkness that had surrounded them when his father appeared.

 

Sesshoumaru stared coldly at his father, how real this all seemed as if it had happened before.

 

“Déjà vu is what you are thinking” a womanly presence spoke behind him mockingly. Sesshoumaru whipped around to look at this wretched woman who dared to speak to this Sesshoumaru. Only there was no one behind him, thinking it was all just his mind he looked back towards the mirror, wary of what lay inside it.

 

The image in the mirror stopped spinning and the scenery had returned to the normal crashing of the ocean. Quickly he decided to leave this wretched place, to many memories had arisen, many of which he had long since buried beneath the icy shell of his heart. Calmly and seemingly unaffected he walked back the way he came promising himself never to return, just like so many years ago.

 

“Poor Sesshoumaru” a woman cooed, as she sat on one of the higher branches of the large willow that encased the haunting mirror. Her image was blurred by the shadow from the tree, except her distant icy blue eyes stared off at the now distant Sesshoumaru. “You probably don't realize it, but this isn't the same beach you left… No matter, the outsiders will realize it soon enough…. That you Sesshoumaru will never be the same again” her shrill laughter echoed into the night, causing Sesshoumaru to turn and look behind him. Mentally rolling his eyes he continued onward, blatantly ignoring his screaming intuition that something was seriously wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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