InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Syndrome ❯ No Brother of Mine ( Chapter 26 )

I do not own Inuyasha and Company, no matter how happy it would make me. Rumiko Takahashi does.

 

 

Chapter 26 - No Brother of Mine

 

@@ 19 and a half Years Ago @@

 

 

He didn't know what had happened in the beginning. He was just a baby, a few months old, when it actually occurred, when his father threw his mother out on her ass to move in the human woman who was pregnant with what would eventually be Inuyasha. He didn't know where his mother had gone or who this new female was, and things were fine for a while. When the hanyou was born Sesshoumaru had found the little creature interesting. He'd helped Izayoi take care of him. He rather enjoyed making funny faces at the infant to make him laugh. He even played with him, carefully of course. They were only a year apart in age, so neither had any idea of the drama going on behind the scenes. It wasn't until Sesshoumaru was five that he found out, that he was introduced to the realities of his life, his home, and the world.

 

 

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@@ 14 Years Ago @@

 

He was excited. Finally his mother was coming to see him. He'd figured out that Izayoi wasn't his mother easily. There really wasn't any way to prevent such a discovery considering that he was a full demon and Izayoi a human, thus making Inuyasha a hanyou. It didn't matter to him then. He didn't know that the differences meant anything at all. He just knew they were different.

 

He hadn't laid eyes on his mother for at least two years, maybe longer, and when she had visited in the past it was always short and she never seemed too interested in spending time with him. No, when his mother came to visit she came to fight with his father and scream obscenities about Izayoi and Inuyasha. Eventually their father had forbidden her to return and she didn't seem to mind. If she'd really wanted to see him she would have fought for the right, wouldn't she?

 

He'd overheard his father and Izayoi discussing his mother a few nights before, and while Katsuro was determined to keep the inu demoness away, it was Izayoi that felt for the other woman. Izayoi loved her son and she loved her step-son as well, and she couldn't imagine not being able to see them. So she convinced the taiyoukai to allow Sesshoumaru's mother to visit. Perhaps she shouldn't have.

 

When the beautiful inu demoness arrived, she didn't bother to knock, instead just walking in like she owned the place. Katsuro had been expecting it though, and he led her to his study, fully intending on speaking to her about what was and was not appropriate to talk about and making an ultimatum that she would not disrespect his mate and wife. She'd laughed in his face before telling him that he could have his precious human bitch and hanyou abomination. Before he knew what was happening, Sesshoumaru was in her car and they were speeding down the long driveway. He could hear his father yelling from the doorstep but ignored it. He was too excited to see his mother again. He hadn't even been able to remember what she looked like, it'd been so long.

 

Eventually she stopped at a ridiculously fancy restaurant, considering her date was five years old. Once they were seated, she started. She'd been thinking about this conversation for years and she hoped that it would work just like she planned. “Sesshoumaru, my darling, have they been taking care of you?” she asked rather dramatically. He simply nodded and she continued. “It really is terrible how they expect you to endure the presence of a hanyou brat.”

 

“Inuyasha's not too bad, Mother.”

 

The demoness gasped. “My dear, do you understand the difference between your mother and that human bitch? Do you know how disgusting it is to force you to associate with such filth as a half-breed?”

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head before explaining to her what he thought and what his father had taught him. They were like roses. Some were red, some were white, some were pink, and some were yellow, but they were all roses.

 

Scoffing at Katsuro's foolishness, his mother then made sure to make it very clear to her son the distinction. They weren't all roses. Roses were beautiful and special and high class, and Sesshoumaru and his mother, they were roses. Humans were like daisies, she said; common, plain, weak, and worthless daisies. Hanyou were worse. Hanyou were dandelions, weeds that needed to be eradicated before they took over your lawn and choked out all the beauty with their offensive existence.

 

“She stole him from me, that dirty human. Your father was to be my mate, but that all changed when he saw her. Suddenly I wasn't good enough anymore, but because I was already carrying his pup he was forced to `endure' my presence, as he put it. Once you were born he threw me out like week old trash. That should be me in that house, me taking care of you instead of her. You are better than they are; better than your father even, with his taste for human. It's disgusting.”

 

Sesshoumaru just sat in awe as she went on and on about how he was much too special to play with a half-breed, half-brother or not. He was much too powerful and perfect to be raised by a human. He was told that he should hate them for what they had taken from his mother and his self. He was made to believe that his mother suffered daily because of what his father had done to her. He was told that he could never trust anyone, that they would stab you in the back the first chance they got. He was told that he was much too good to associate with any of such a low class. And because he was young and had a susceptible mind, it was all too easy for her to convince him?

 

That night when she finally returned him to his home he lay awake all night, just staring at the ceiling and remembering it all. After the initial visit, his mother had come for him almost daily for a month, during which time she showed him the `hovel' she was forced to live in. Too bad he had no idea that it wasn't her residence at all but the apartment of her maid. No, she had a swanky penthouse, but he would never see it. She wept and cried about how much she still loved his father, how Katsuro had broken her heart, shattered it into so many tiny pieces that it could never be repaired. She told him how she'd never been able to love another, that when he denied her his love he sentenced her to a life of nothing but misery. Sesshoumaru cried with her. He didn't understand why his father would hurt someone like he had his mother. She taught him to guard his heart and he did, building walls to separate him from those who would hurt him.

 

She continuously told him how much better he was than others, how perfect and powerful he was; how he deserved the utmost respect from everyone, that all should worship his greatness. In his young mind it made sense and his ego grew. She told him that he should never have friends; they would always only be after his beauty, his power, or his money. He was too good to associate with anyone else anyway. He was told how his father preferred the hanyou to him; how Katsuro would have cast him out as well if he could. She taught him to hate. She educated him in bigotry. She lied through her teeth to get her message across, and it worked.

 

He began to resent Izayoi. He started to be disgusted by Inuyasha. He went so far as to tell his father just how he felt about it. It was then that what she'd warned him would happen did. His mother had warned him that his father would try to stop them from seeing each other because he wanted Sesshoumaru to be easily controlled and obedient. His father intended to give everything he had to Inuyasha and leave Sesshoumaru out in the cold with nothing. His father didn't love him. His father didn't even want him, but his instincts forced him to keep his blood close. And when his father began to notice the changes in his son he confronted her. He called her horrible names and then sent her away, telling his eldest son that he would never see her again.

 

It was too late. The damage was done. Her plan was even more successful than she had hoped. She wanted to make Katsuro miserable because he chose a human over her, humiliating her before the whole world. She wanted to make the bitch and the hanyou miserable because they took what should have been hers. She even wanted to make her son miserable because he was his father's son. He looked like Katsuro. He sounded like Katsuro, and since she couldn't hurt Katsuro directly then she would do so through Sesshoumaru.

 

She was full of nothing but hatred and spite and she'd poured everything she was into the pliable little mind she should have loved and nurtured. She made him a loner. She taught him that friends would always be fake, always be users out to get something from him. She made him arrogant, telling him he was too good for them anyway. She made him rude and obnoxious, the sense of entitlement only growing with age. She made him into the cold, heartless, cruel being that he became, just as she'd intended.

 

Katsuro did everything he could think of to teach his son that his mother had told him nothing but lies, but she'd warned Sesshoumaru against it, told him they would try to trick him. It broke his father's heart to see his elder son suddenly be so cruel to his own brother. Izayoi cried for months at the loss of the boy she'd come to love as her own son. Inuyasha didn't understand why his big brother suddenly refused to play and it only got worse as time went on.

 

Katsuro had known how the world in general would react to his hanyou son, but he had hoped that with his brother by his side he would make it through life just fine. He'd hoped that Sesshoumaru would help him, stand by him, and defend him against their insults. Instead his brother would be among those that cast the words full of hatred at the hanyou. He didn't know what to do now, and so he focused his energy on preparing Inuyasha for the cruelty of the world. It wasn't something he wanted to do. He wanted his son to be treated just like everyone else. He wanted the world to be a place where everyone was equal, but it wasn't.

 

The more time Katsuro spent focused on Inuyasha the more Sesshoumaru believed his mother's words. His father obviously preferred the hanyou. He lavished Inuyasha with attention and gifts, buying everything the disgusting creature wanted, all the while ignoring his first born son. Each year the rift grew wider until there was a giant chasm between father and son, one that seemed impossible to be crossed to bring them back together again.

 

 

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@@ 12 Years Ago @@

 

 

Inuyasha was six when he overheard them. He shouldn't have been surprised really. He'd started Kindergarten not long ago, and the things the other kids said about him… well, it seemed that they were right after all, even though his father had been trying to tell him differently. He wasn't meant to be born. His mother and father shouldn't have been together at all if it weren't for something he didn't understand. The little hanyou boy had been on his way to ask for a glass of water when he heard them talking in their room. Curiosity got the best of him and he sat down outside the door, his little silvery white ears twitching on his head.

 

“I should never have let Sesshoumaru visit with that monster. I had no idea she resented my actions that much, to hurt him too, her own son. I've tried everything I can, Izayoi, but he just won't listen. She poisoned his mind and we'll never get him back.”

 

“It's my fault,” Inuyasha's mother whispered, her voice cracking as she fought back tears. “I shouldn't have pushed you. I should have let you do what you thought was best.”

 

“She's never understood. She never listened when I tried to explain things. I would never have left her for you if I had a choice. She was already carrying my pup. I would have mated her if I'd had the option, even though I didn't love her. My honor would not have allowed me to abandon her. I tried to tell her that. I tried to tell her I would do her no good dead, but she… she just couldn't see past the fact that I was choosing a human over her.”

 

“I know dear. I wish it had been different, though I am thankful for the syndrome. It brought me not only you but Inuyasha.”

 

“But he is going to suffer for the rest of his life. If she hadn't done this to Sesshoumaru, if they still acted like brothers like before, maybe it would have been better. I have sentenced my child to a life of torment.”

 

“Katsuro, Inuyasha is strong and he will survive. It will be harder without Sesshoumaru on his side, but he will still be alright.”

 

“I don't know how she managed to make him believe her lies so strongly and with such blind faith that he thinks I would lie to him for Inuyasha's sake. I tried to explain the situation, tried to explain the syndrome, but he listens even less than his mother. It would serve him right to end up with the syndrome himself someday. Then perhaps he will understand that what the heart wants it wants, no matter what your mind has to say about it. I'm sorry, my love,” he whispered to her. “He is so disrespectful to you no matter what I do.”

 

“It's alright. I understand. I just hope that someday he will see the truth and come back to us. How a woman could hurt her own child… I will never understand it. Does she not realize that she has sentenced him to a life of solitude, a life where he is forever lonely but too stubborn to admit it, let alone do anything about it? The only way he would ever `lower himself' to choose a mate would be if he suffers the syndrome as well.”

 

 

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@@ 9 Years Ago @@

 

He was ten when she died. He hadn't seen her since the day she fought with his father over five years ago, but he had spoken with her over the phone rather often, not that his father was aware of it of course. If Katsuro had known he would have put a stop to Sesshoumaru's monthly dose of bullshit. She was dramatic `til the end, declaring to her son that she was dying from a broken heart, that she couldn't live without Katsuro anymore. Of course it wasn't true, but you couldn't tell Sesshoumaru that. Now he had one more thing to blame on the human bitch and the half-breed, the death of his mother, the only person who ever told him the truth, the only person to treat him as he truly deserved.

 

Katsuro had taken care of the arrangements, feeling that it was the least he could do for her. No matter how much he loved his mate and wife Izayoi, he would always be filled with guilt. He knew it wasn't his fault. His father had explained it to him, told him that he had to give in to his beast and his heart and mate with Izayoi or he would die and his expected son would be without a father. His family had taken care of her since then, paying for her luxurious home and her expensive tastes.

 

She lived her life wild and free. Yes, she resented Katsuro for what he did, but the longer she was without him the more she enjoyed having the financial benefits he provided without the required loyalty and monogamy. She'd only been after him for his money anyway. She didn't want to raise a child. She didn't even want to have a child, but getting pupped was the only thing she thought could guarantee her place by his side with her hand in his pocket.

 

Because of Izayoi and the syndrome she got to live the high life, treating herself to everything and anything she could ever want. She drank and gambled, she slept with whatever male struck her fancy at the moment, and she experimented a bit too much with recreational drugs. She was a demoness convinced of her immortality, so she wasn't concerned for her health. Katsuro decided not to tell Sesshoumaru her true cause of death. He didn't need to know that his perfect mother overdosed like a common junkie, and he wouldn't have believed it even if he was handed the autopsy results. No, Sesshoumaru was so far gone, lost in her web of lies, that he would have accused his father of bribing the medical examiner just to smear her name and image, as if she had a positive one to begin with. She'd lost the respect of the demon community when she began her wild behavior, taking advantage of the kindness of a family that in reality owed her nothing.

 

Sesshoumaru was disgusted with the arrangements his father had chosen. Had the man not done enough to his poor mother? To have the service performed on a shrine by a human priest was despicable. He sat as far away from the humans who lived on and cared for the shrine as possible. He refused to sit beside his father. The man was responsible for her death. Inuyasha sat between Katsuro and Izayoi, doing his best to be respectful while trying to understand why the hell they were there at all. From what he'd gleaned over the years, this bitch was the reason Sesshoumaru tortured him, the reason why one day his brother came home and declared that he was no brother of his instead of sitting down and playing with him like he had the day before and every day before that.

 

 

@@@@@The Syndrome@@@@@

 

 

The funeral services always freaked her out a little and this one was no different. There was a tension in the air that she didn't understand, so she was more than relieved when Bankotsu finally arrived to distract her. Even then though, Kagome couldn't stay away from her bedroom window. She could see all those that had come to honor the dead and she was surprised to see that it wasn't very many people at all. Usually the shrine would be full of people coming to pay their last respects, but apparently this demoness didn't have a lot of respects coming her way.

 

Kagome froze when golden eyes locked with her blue ones. “Bank! Bank, come here,” she called to her best friend. When he came to her side she spoke without moving her eyes. “Do you see him? That boy has puppy ears on his head!”

 

Bank smiled at her. She was just so cute. She had no idea that the boy was a hanyou and would never think for a minute that he was somehow less than she. She wouldn't understand it when others did either. He could just imagine his sweet little Kagome standing up to the world for him, Jakotsu, or any other hanyou. She would never stand for the discrimination. “I see him,” he replied, trying to keep her from bouncing right out the window.

 

Kagome's eyes were suddenly dragged off the adorable puppy ears she was just dying to touch to study another boy with similar silver hair. He wasn't sitting with the others; instead he was off by himself, isolated by several empty seats around him. He lifted his head and the sun glittered in his golden eyes. “Okay, now that boy is cute.”

 

Bank frowned beside her. “Which one?” he asked. He always dreaded the thought. He knew that someday she would be interested in boys that way, but he was hoping it would be a long time from now.

 

“The one off to the side with the long straight hair,” she said without blinking. “I wonder why he's sitting alone.”

 

“Come on, Kags. We shouldn't stare. It's a funeral service after all.” Kagome nodded forlornly and allowed Bank to lead her away from the window. She plopped down on her bed and pouted for a few minutes, having wanted to stare at the boy with silver hair and golden eyes all day long.

 

 

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Inuyasha was in a daze. When he spotted the girl in the upstairs window looking out his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful. The rest of the service was spent sitting very still and looking up at the window, hoping to see her again. Neither Izayoi nor Katsuro noticed where his attention was. They were just thankful he'd stopped squirming.

 

He'd felt eyes on him too and after trying to ignore it for a while Sesshoumaru gave in and glanced upwards. When he saw her standing there looking at him, an unauthorized smirk spread across his lips. When the strangest feeling began to spread through him he tried to look away but failed. She was beautiful. Human, yes, but for some reason that didn't seem to matter this time. When he noticed the boy standing at her side a low growl rumbled in his chest, drawing the attention of all the demons present. It grew louder when the boy pulled the beauty away from the window and out of his line if sight.

 

Katsuro had followed Sesshoumaru's gaze when the growling began and he couldn't help but smile. Perhaps he would get his wish after all. Perhaps Sesshoumaru would be both blessed and cursed with the syndrome. If he was, he couldn't help but hope his son fell for a human so he could learn the error of his ways, so he would finally see the truth. Maybe then his sons could be brothers again and they would be a united family instead of a divided household.

 

That night Sesshoumaru spent hours remembering the girl's face. There was something about her, something that might as well have grabbed his hair and tied it around her neck, because all he wanted as to look at her, to be closer to her. The young demon scoffed at his foolishness. He needed no one, especially not a human girl.

 

Inuyasha thought of the pretty black haired girl that night too, her smile dancing through his dreams. He knew better though. When he woke he knew that it was just a dream, that it would always be just a dream. No girl, human, demon, or otherwise, would ever even so much as talk to him. At least he had his dreams though. Life wasn't so bad in his dreams

 

 

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@@ 8 Years Ago @@

 

The death of his mother did nothing for Sesshoumaru's attitude and disrespectful behavior, except to make it worse of course. Katsuro found himself called in for a parent teacher conference, just like he had every year since his son's mind was poisoned. Every new teacher had to be informed of the situation. It was embarrassing, having to explain to Sesshoumaru's teacher why his eleven year old son was such a huge dickhead. It made him angry to have to share his family's private goings on with every teacher Sesshoumaru came into contact with, and this time was no different.

 

The young human woman greeted him politely before motioning for him to have a seat. He could tell she was nervous in his presence and he had to fight to hold back his smirk. No wonder Sesshoumaru was giving this one trouble. She was rather timid looking and his demon senses only confirmed it. “What is it that my son has done this time, Ms. Kowagari?”

 

“Well, Mr. Yuzuki, Sesshoumaru simply refuses to listen to anything I say. When it's time to go to lunch and I direct the students to form a line he just walks out. I've tried sending him to the principal, but he won't go. I've never experienced anything quite like it. He seems determined to ignore me, my directions, my lessons, anything and everything. He refuses to address me properly, instead calling me `human', and that's on a good day. He's called me a `filthy human', a `disgusting creature', and too many others to list.”

 

Katsuro nodded. “I do sincerely apologize for that. It is a very long and complicated story, but in short… his mother decided to punish my family and myself by filling our son's head with garbage. She managed to convince him that he is better than everyone else. She turned him against my wife and my other son, his half brother. I will never understand why she did it, but for the last six years we have been trying to reverse the damage, only to be met with failure. Is there something that you would like to recommend?” he questioned politely. Usually the teachers had some plan, and even though the ideas never worked, it did make the teachers feel slightly better, like it gave them back some of the authority Sesshoumaru had so easily stripped them of.

 

“I don't know what to do with him, Mr. Yuzuki, but his grades are already beginning to reflect his attitude. Because he refuses to acknowledge my presence he has a zero in class participation. He hasn't turned in a single homework assignment or completed any of the assigned class work. He has even refused to take the quizzes and exams. I'm not sure if there is even a point in his continued attendance. He currently has a failing grade in every subject. All his presence does is disrupt class, and I simply cannot allow it to continue. He has insulted every single student, human and demon alike. He has made school a hostile environment for everyone around him and the other children should not be forced to suffer because of his behavior.”

 

Katsuro frowned. Never before had Sesshoumaru done something so stupid as to refuse to complete his assigned work and take his exams. Did his son wish to fail? Did he want to be seen as an idiot? It would be fitting and it might just cut his ego down to size, but he couldn't allow it to happen. He wanted his sons to both have every chance possible in life and if he allowed Sesshoumaru to fail… that could affect his life in a very negative fashion. Being held back would be just as bad as being expelled, perhaps even worse.

 

The taiyoukai rose and turned to walk away. “I will take care of it, Ms. Kowagari.” The tone of his voice, the rage floating just below the surface was enough to make the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and the timid human woman merely nodded her agreement even though she knew perfectly well that he couldn't see her. She'd rather not be his focus at the moment, and for a second, just a second, she almost felt bad for Sesshoumaru. She had a feeling that what was coming would not be pretty.

 

 

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He'd thought about it all the way home and Katsuro realized that he didn't have many options. He'd considered his good friend's offer multiple times but never seriously. He didn't want to have to do that to his son, but apparently it was necessary. Sesshoumaru needed to be reeducated as to who was in charge, both in their household and in the world. He needed to learn to respect his teachers and do as he was told, be they human, demon, or even hanyou. Sesshoumaru needed to understand that not everything would be handed to him. The boy was spoiled and Katsuro knew it was his own fault. He just wanted his sons to be happy, but his future ranked higher than his happiness at the moment. Flipping open his cell phone, Katsuro made the call that he knew all along he would eventually have to make.

 

His good friend arrived at their home just an hour later, ready to begin Sesshoumaru's lessons. He was given full authority over the servants so that he could get everything prepared and a few hours later it was ready. Katsuro called Sesshoumaru downstairs; surprised that his son even responded at all anymore. When the arrogant little taiyoukai arrived he was met with the biggest man he'd ever seen in all his life. He was a demon as well, an inu to be exact, but Sesshoumaru had never seen someone quite so intimidating in all his life. While he fought against his natural instinct to submit to the obviously more powerful male, the boy wondered just what was going on.

 

Katsuro smirked at the sight of Sesshoumaru finally being faced with someone he would be unable to ignore. This might just work if the slight shaking in his son's shoulders was any indicator. “Sesshoumaru, I'd like you to meet my good friend Kyojin. It's been brought to my attention son that you have been being more than disrespectful to your teacher and that you have been neglecting your studies. This is something I should have done years ago. You will learn to treat Izayoi and myself, your teachers, and everyone that is deserving, and not your opinion of who is deserving but mine, with respect. Your behavior since your mother poisoned your mind has been despicable. I am embarrassed to call you my son and it will no longer be allowed to continue. From this moment on you will do anything and everything that Kyojin demands of you. You will learn. The choice is yours. Do you want to do it the easy way or the hard way?”

 

“To the dojo, boy. March!” Kyojin ordered, yelling the last bit and startling his newest student. It was time for boot camp, demon style. Katsuro watched as Sesshoumaru jumped and almost ran towards the dojo. “When you see him again you will once more be proud to call him your son.”

 

“Thank you,” Katsuro said with a small bow of appreciation. As his friend walked along after his son, Katsuro hoped that he was doing the right thing. This was his last option.

 

 

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Sesshoumaru had never hated someone so much in all his life as hated this thing his father called `friend'. When he arrived in the dojo he was immediately ordered to change out of his designer clothes and into what looked like rags. “You will dress appropriately for your station,” he was told. He was then ordered to do push ups and to run laps around the large room. When he was sure he couldn't run another step or do another push up, then he was challenged to a sparring match “to see where you stand”. This was repeated over and over again until Sesshoumaru was sure he would drop from exhaustion.

 

Finally he was allowed to rest, only to discover that his meal for the night was nothing but a slice of bread and a bottle of water, and not even the expensive bottled water he preferred. No, he was given generic brand water. He wanted to refuse it. He wanted to demand real food and his brand of water. He wanted to scream at the servants who dared attempt to serve him something so… so… common. And yet he didn't. He kept his thoughts to himself and ate what he was given. He wasn't stupid. He knew better than to treat such a powerful demon with anything but respect. He liked his limbs where they were, nicely attached to his torso.

 

Kyojin laughed as he watched the boy stew in his own rage. He would be a challenge, but no demon had ever made it through his version of boot camp without changing their tune. This one would be no different. That night Sesshoumaru tossed and turned on a hard mat on the floor of the dojo while Kyojin slept comfortably on a very soft futon with silk sheets. Sesshoumaru was sure that the blankets he was given were made out of burlap, as nothing so rough and stiff had ever touched his delicate skin before. Dawn arrived much too soon for the exhausted young taiyoukai and his new hell only got worse.

 

For a week Kyojin wore down Sesshoumaru's strength and endurance until he was as helpless as a newborn baby. It was then that the real lessons began. By the time the second week ended, Sesshoumaru knew that he would never again disrespect his father. He would never again insult his step-mother or his half-brother, at least not in the presence of his father. He would follow the instructions given by his teachers and he would be polite. He would do anything to make it stop. He was tired and miserable. He was uncomfortable and hungry. He was certain no one had ever spoken to him the way Kyojin did, and the promise, though it sounded more like a threat, that he would return any time Sesshoumaru's father found it necessary… that was more than enough encouragement.

 

He didn't change his beliefs. He still saw himself as better than his classmates, better than his teachers, better than just about everyone. He still despised his human step-mother and his half-breed sibling. He still felt that he was entitled to only the best because he was the best himself. The difference was that he had learned to keep his hateful thoughts to himself. He never wanted to see that slave driver again.

 

Katsuro couldn't thank his friend enough when peace finally returned to his home. No longer did he have to break up fights between his sons. Never again did he have to speak to Sesshoumaru about how he treated Izayoi. Never again did he have to meet with teachers that were upset by his son's behavior. He knew that in reality nothing had changed. His son was still the same cold, cruel, and hateful creature that he had been since his mother got her claws into him, and it killed him inside, but this was better than nothing.

 

 

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Kowagari - timid

Kyojin - giant