InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Sun and Moon ❯ Meeting a Memory ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: synthesizedtwitchy 
Sesshoumaru meets someone for the past, she looks away.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.06.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 128 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru meets someone for the past, she looks away.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.06.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 128 | Status: Work In Progress
Yay so far only two spelling errors in the first chapter! That I could find at least! And three reviews, pretty good for a chapter with no action and simply BIRTH and setting up. I tried to leave out some nnnasssty details because frankly they leave me (action lover of blood and whatnot) squeamish...and yeah not really any action :(
Six year old Sesshoumaru sat on the snow covered ground his hand toying in the cold crumbling snow that fell apart in his small hands. He had left the mansion in favor of this weather hoping the clear his head. His birthday was one of little celebration. His father had given him his first blade when his small hand longed for the soft pages of a scroll and not metal.
His mother, well she had presented herself to him, given a nod, and then left back to her home farther towards the western shore. He gave a childish sigh as he pushed his sandaled feet through the snow from his place on the ground. By now his clothes were soaked through and he was starting to shiver his arms shaking, his legs shaking, he couldn’t feel his fingers or outer extremities. His breath came out in smoky looking puffs from his mouth as he looked up.
His keen ears perked up at a sound that was made indistinct due to the wind blowing the snow around him. It came closer, a harsh sound of breathing from a nearly frozen throat. He looked forward where he saw her.
A small girl walked down the covered snow path and she had to be near his age with his same shapeless child’s figure. He stood up his eyes alert as he took a tentative step forward her features becoming more distinct.
Her long blue hair was slick with blood, hers and others but he was unaware of this fact, and in her arms she clutched a small bundle tears in her ocean-like gray blue eyes. Then she looked up her larger then life eyes looking to Sesshoumaru. “Save my brother…please…” then she fell to the ground clutching the dead baby to her chest.
Chapter two: Meeting a memory
A clash of metal filled the clearing as swords danced with reckless abandon in the pale hands of their wielders. Back and fourth they carried out the complex steps, their porcelain brow beading with perspiration in the hot midday sun. Sparks flew as their swords collided in sparks and glinting in the sunshine.
Golden honey eyes locked with dark corn-wheat eyes as the two sword fighters looked to each-other. “Sesshoumaru you are improving.” The corn-wheat eyes man smiled approvingly before, surprisingly effortlessly due to their previously standstill combat, then Sesshoumaru fell on his prince like bottom in a whirl of dust and what can only be concluded to be shame. For a moment a hint of pubescent anger tinted the beautiful golden eyes of the western heir.
He took a steadying breath and pushed himself off of the ground with practiced ease, since of course this wasn’t the first time he was baptized with dirt on her rear, his eyes went emotionless once more and his father grimly looked upon him.
He had a thin build under his blue and white haori which was tucked into his blue hakama’s. His legs however seemed severely thin under his black shin guards that ended at his plain straw sandals over white tabi socks. All in all, he seemed rather scrawny to his father’s scrutiny.
His sword was still held firmly in his grip, his perfect grip, but a sword that didn’t fit him and seemed strange on his person. Inunotashio nodded firmly and threw his practice sword to Sesshoumaru knowing he would catch it, or he would be nursing a wound later, “We are expecting visitors Sesshoumaru practice until then without me. At least five hundred swipes or the session next time will be all out.” Sesshoumaru nodded his silver topped head his long hair reaching the dust covered ground.
His father then left a mischievous look over his shoulders as he snapped his fingers and whistled. Suddenly the trees shuddered and demons of every shape and size burst from the trees with evil intent in their eyes as they looked onto Sesshoumaru and his thin form.
Metal cut through flesh, tendon, and bone ripping and tearing away at the demons, but Inunotashio continued walking forward ignoring the cries from the clearing behind him. So his son stood his sword swinging around him as his eyes slightly tinted red with his bloodlust.
He was covered in the life fluid of these creatures, his robes soiled, his skin stained, he stood under the sun amongst flies and carcass as the blood crusted onto his skin.
And so he stood the victor of the mob of demons with the piles of demons around him that truly never had a chance. The ‘battle’ was a massacre that christened the dirt ground with dark blood. He wiped some of the entrails off of his face and practically rolls his eyes with a dramatic kick of a body in his way as he loped forward ready to take out his annoyance on the next thick oak that he came across.
Suddenly he was held to the ground by some unseen gravity the made his skinny body heavy and lethargic. A scent filled his nostrils, faint at first but it was un-mistakable in origin. Then as if his movement was never hampered he pumped his legs as fast as he possibly could his honey eyes hopeful and almost…elated.
And on the other side of the thick forest and bountiful life that was ever present and abundant in the western lands, a small procession of mounts with strange horns on their furred bodies and feral eyes came to a stop in front of the fortress of the great Inunotashio.
Two of the mounts dominated this procession, both the grandest of any of them their fur patted to a glistening shine even as they pawed the ground with hard hooves. The man on the first demon steed looked down at the great lord who had personally come to great the, and nodded.
“My friend it has been…a long time.” He gracefully slid off of his stead and walked the distance towards Inunotashio in less than a second his long legs getting him there in half the time it would most others. True to the males of his species he stood tall and thick, reaching at least seven foot and with arms as thick as saplings. In the center of his forehead sat a sun as if rising from his aristocratic brow seeming to be the whole cause of his unfashionably tan skin.
His hair was worn loosely as a ponytail going down to his waist, shorter than the great dog demons by at least a foot. But he wore his sixe and coloring with grace and ease, the finery and armor reflecting in the sunlight that surrounded them. “Yes it has been far too long…and who have you brought with you?” Inunotashio held a hint of teasing in his voice as he looked to the second main person of the procession still seated on their mount politely waiting to be addressed. “Oh, I am sorry my manners seem to have slipped my mind. Of course you remember my younger half sister Haru.” With her name said she gently lowered herself off of the horse refusing any assistance from the people around her.
Now un-obscured by the people around her she was small and diminutive next to her bulk of a brother. Her hair fell down her back in thick straightness a waterfall of navy blue against her seemingly sickly looking whiteness. Under thick lashes her ocean blue gray eyes stared out as she offered a bow in all of her layers of silk.
“Yes, Haru has finally returned from our camps in the mountains slightly to the east of our home.” She nodded offering no details but a smile on her face nonetheless. An awkward silence permeated the air around them when suddenly a wind blew dust and debris at the finely clad nobles. “And you remember my son…”
Inunotashio nearly laughed out loud when he saw Sesshoumaru panting at the edge of their circle blood and dirt smeared on him wherever he had once upon a time been clean. He however was ignorant of this fact, or just didn’t care, as he stared at Haru a smile threatening to break upon his face. It would be against his training, against everything he was taught, everything he was supposed to know. She locked eyes with him briefly, the edges of his mouth perking up, her eyes looked down at the ground and she turned away from him. Her smile faltered. And a cold wind blew in the summer heat.
Six year old Sesshoumaru sat on the snow covered ground his hand toying in the cold crumbling snow that fell apart in his small hands. He had left the mansion in favor of this weather hoping the clear his head. His birthday was one of little celebration. His father had given him his first blade when his small hand longed for the soft pages of a scroll and not metal.
His mother, well she had presented herself to him, given a nod, and then left back to her home farther towards the western shore. He gave a childish sigh as he pushed his sandaled feet through the snow from his place on the ground. By now his clothes were soaked through and he was starting to shiver his arms shaking, his legs shaking, he couldn’t feel his fingers or outer extremities. His breath came out in smoky looking puffs from his mouth as he looked up.
His keen ears perked up at a sound that was made indistinct due to the wind blowing the snow around him. It came closer, a harsh sound of breathing from a nearly frozen throat. He looked forward where he saw her.
A small girl walked down the covered snow path and she had to be near his age with his same shapeless child’s figure. He stood up his eyes alert as he took a tentative step forward her features becoming more distinct.
Her long blue hair was slick with blood, hers and others but he was unaware of this fact, and in her arms she clutched a small bundle tears in her ocean-like gray blue eyes. Then she looked up her larger then life eyes looking to Sesshoumaru. “Save my brother…please…” then she fell to the ground clutching the dead baby to her chest.
Chapter two: Meeting a memory
A clash of metal filled the clearing as swords danced with reckless abandon in the pale hands of their wielders. Back and fourth they carried out the complex steps, their porcelain brow beading with perspiration in the hot midday sun. Sparks flew as their swords collided in sparks and glinting in the sunshine.
Golden honey eyes locked with dark corn-wheat eyes as the two sword fighters looked to each-other. “Sesshoumaru you are improving.” The corn-wheat eyes man smiled approvingly before, surprisingly effortlessly due to their previously standstill combat, then Sesshoumaru fell on his prince like bottom in a whirl of dust and what can only be concluded to be shame. For a moment a hint of pubescent anger tinted the beautiful golden eyes of the western heir.
He took a steadying breath and pushed himself off of the ground with practiced ease, since of course this wasn’t the first time he was baptized with dirt on her rear, his eyes went emotionless once more and his father grimly looked upon him.
He had a thin build under his blue and white haori which was tucked into his blue hakama’s. His legs however seemed severely thin under his black shin guards that ended at his plain straw sandals over white tabi socks. All in all, he seemed rather scrawny to his father’s scrutiny.
His sword was still held firmly in his grip, his perfect grip, but a sword that didn’t fit him and seemed strange on his person. Inunotashio nodded firmly and threw his practice sword to Sesshoumaru knowing he would catch it, or he would be nursing a wound later, “We are expecting visitors Sesshoumaru practice until then without me. At least five hundred swipes or the session next time will be all out.” Sesshoumaru nodded his silver topped head his long hair reaching the dust covered ground.
His father then left a mischievous look over his shoulders as he snapped his fingers and whistled. Suddenly the trees shuddered and demons of every shape and size burst from the trees with evil intent in their eyes as they looked onto Sesshoumaru and his thin form.
Metal cut through flesh, tendon, and bone ripping and tearing away at the demons, but Inunotashio continued walking forward ignoring the cries from the clearing behind him. So his son stood his sword swinging around him as his eyes slightly tinted red with his bloodlust.
He was covered in the life fluid of these creatures, his robes soiled, his skin stained, he stood under the sun amongst flies and carcass as the blood crusted onto his skin.
And so he stood the victor of the mob of demons with the piles of demons around him that truly never had a chance. The ‘battle’ was a massacre that christened the dirt ground with dark blood. He wiped some of the entrails off of his face and practically rolls his eyes with a dramatic kick of a body in his way as he loped forward ready to take out his annoyance on the next thick oak that he came across.
Suddenly he was held to the ground by some unseen gravity the made his skinny body heavy and lethargic. A scent filled his nostrils, faint at first but it was un-mistakable in origin. Then as if his movement was never hampered he pumped his legs as fast as he possibly could his honey eyes hopeful and almost…elated.
And on the other side of the thick forest and bountiful life that was ever present and abundant in the western lands, a small procession of mounts with strange horns on their furred bodies and feral eyes came to a stop in front of the fortress of the great Inunotashio.
Two of the mounts dominated this procession, both the grandest of any of them their fur patted to a glistening shine even as they pawed the ground with hard hooves. The man on the first demon steed looked down at the great lord who had personally come to great the, and nodded.
“My friend it has been…a long time.” He gracefully slid off of his stead and walked the distance towards Inunotashio in less than a second his long legs getting him there in half the time it would most others. True to the males of his species he stood tall and thick, reaching at least seven foot and with arms as thick as saplings. In the center of his forehead sat a sun as if rising from his aristocratic brow seeming to be the whole cause of his unfashionably tan skin.
His hair was worn loosely as a ponytail going down to his waist, shorter than the great dog demons by at least a foot. But he wore his sixe and coloring with grace and ease, the finery and armor reflecting in the sunlight that surrounded them. “Yes it has been far too long…and who have you brought with you?” Inunotashio held a hint of teasing in his voice as he looked to the second main person of the procession still seated on their mount politely waiting to be addressed. “Oh, I am sorry my manners seem to have slipped my mind. Of course you remember my younger half sister Haru.” With her name said she gently lowered herself off of the horse refusing any assistance from the people around her.
Now un-obscured by the people around her she was small and diminutive next to her bulk of a brother. Her hair fell down her back in thick straightness a waterfall of navy blue against her seemingly sickly looking whiteness. Under thick lashes her ocean blue gray eyes stared out as she offered a bow in all of her layers of silk.
“Yes, Haru has finally returned from our camps in the mountains slightly to the east of our home.” She nodded offering no details but a smile on her face nonetheless. An awkward silence permeated the air around them when suddenly a wind blew dust and debris at the finely clad nobles. “And you remember my son…”
Inunotashio nearly laughed out loud when he saw Sesshoumaru panting at the edge of their circle blood and dirt smeared on him wherever he had once upon a time been clean. He however was ignorant of this fact, or just didn’t care, as he stared at Haru a smile threatening to break upon his face. It would be against his training, against everything he was taught, everything he was supposed to know. She locked eyes with him briefly, the edges of his mouth perking up, her eyes looked down at the ground and she turned away from him. Her smile faltered. And a cold wind blew in the summer heat.