InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Siren Sisters ❯ The Ports ( Chapter 2 )

CHAPTER TWO: THE PORTS

 

Inuyasha had made ready, and was waiting by the carriage for his mother. As he stared at the ground, one horse shied, and he unconsciously stroked its neck to calm it. it snorted once, but succumbed to his smoothly hand.

 

“You were always good with the horses.”

 

Inuyasha looked up, and then down in distaste. He hated that look. That snotty, I-know-everything look. Only his cousin can pull it off. “I suppose. So come for another visit Sesshomaru?”

 

His cousin quirked a brow, the only emotion he would show at all. The cold stoic façade of Sesshomaru was famous. Some said it made him a man, some a heartless cold beast. But Inuyasha really knew why he was that way. It was because of the death of his parents, Inuyasha's demon aunt and uncle. He had liked them. His aunt had often brought candy with her, and his uncle told him battle tales that involved him or his father, or his grandfather. They were kind and warm people, something that would have been passed to their son, if it had not been for their murder. They had been found dismembered and mutilated, blood spraying the walls and frozen masks of horror planted upon them forever. Sesshomaru had raged revenge, but the culprit had never been found, not a scent nor sign of him.

 

So his parents had taken him in, a boy of fifteen, so saying in demon years, with a cold vengeful heart and lodged hatred for the world. Though it had taken time, and much of Inuyasha's childish charm, Sesshomaru had warmed a bit, but still remained distant. True to his hateful side, Sesshomaru trained hard in the art of war, weapons and combat his favorite. And as a gift to please him, Inuyasha's father had given him a sword made by the master of masters, Toutousai, when he came of the age of eighteen. It was only one of the ways his father could comfort the boy, besides taking care of his inherited land till he came of age. And when he did, his land came to an order not known of. Sesshomaru was a fair leader, just a ruthless one when it came to it. And he too was searching for a mate.

 

Not much trouble with his fair features. Pale skin, molten gold eyes, more than six feet, broad of shoulder and strong of arm. His snow white hair flowed about his thighs, a hassle he had said once, but he let no blade come to it. Him being a pure dog demon, he was given a fluffy white tail to drape about him, and the markings of his father and crescent moon of his mother he wore proudly. And this day, he dressed finely, his armor bright in the sun, and his ego over shadowing his little cousin.

 

“Actually, cousin, I came to discuss business with Uncle. And where are you off to?”

 

Inuyasha scoffed the dirt with a boot, one of the things he hated. His folded his red clad arms, the top a red haroi, tucked in and matching with foreign tan chaps that he insisted he get. “Off with mother to the ports. I suppose there's something coming today. Besides her fluttering over me to pick a random girl from the crowd.”

 

Sesshomaru let a smile slip, “and how do you fare in that area? It won't be long before they get serious about a wife.”

 

Inuyasha scowled at the offending boots. “I'd rather dip myself in Oni's acid than have them pick me a wife. How bout you? Any luck with the ladies?”

 

Sesshomaru snorted, “I don't need a mate, I'm fine. What good would she do me? All the females I see are fluttery and weak minded.”

 

“Ah, I see. You want one with spite and fire. Good luck, my friend, I have yet to meet one myself. May the gods help us.”

 

Sesshomaru lifted his head, and jerked it towards the palace. “Your mother's coming, so I guess I'll see Uncle now. Fare well, Inuyasha, I heard those port girls were hard as old leather and as sour as old milk.”

 

Inuyasha heard a chuckle as he cringed. After a quick greeting with Sesshomaru, his mother, the Lady Nailah, came and was escorted by her son into the carriage and off to the ports.

 

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