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Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands
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| Fragile |
[09 Mar 2007|06:56pm] |
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I watch as the callow little frame I’ve protected for all those years as it grows and shapes and I think about now and I’m loathed to admit just how much change it’s caused. I am the great Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands and equal to none. But despite my best intentions: I am defeated by a simple mortal child. Her cries, her fears, her joys define me as much as my own. I was her father, lover and brother without ever meaning to become so. I was her dream, when she was only ever suppose to be my experiment: a toy intended to be engaged, kept as long it provided distraction, and then discarded. For what use did I, the taiyoukai heir of the great Inutaisho, have for such a fragile human child.
Now, my life ends as it began: with hers. She comes to me now: a lady replacing the infant I had and tells me she is leaving. Imagine if you would for a moment a demon’s life so fragile that it is shattered by a few words. I would laugh if I could. But instead I am Sesshoumaru and I do not laugh, or weep. I am not so easily defined. . What sport the Fates make of me, the undefeatable destroyed by the fragile… Muse Sesshoumaru Lord Fandom: Inuyasha Word Count 220
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| Maybe just maybe |
[01 Feb 2007|03:02am] |
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Hindsight is always 20/20. At first, before it was anything: it was pain. After that, gradually, it became male and Youkai, and Sesshoumaru. But first, it felt pain. Pain that coursed through every vein in it’s body, every corner of its form: screeching white pain that screamed and drowned him before he found the will to silence it. Then slowly Sesshoumaru found will to do and be other things: like himself. He willed energy into the other senses one by one. He found a resting place in the forest against an old tree. He formed himself into human likeness because it would easier to hide in that guise then his others. Sesshoumaru’s eyes were closed but he was aware the darkness. That was a good sign. It meant he was alive. He forced air into his lungs as humans did, and immediately his lungs rebelled. It was possible he blacked out from over exertion. When he woke up again, the pain had subsided barely. He could move his feet and rolled over a little. His mind was clearer now. He could form sentences. Soon Jaken would come and he’d be safe. Until he had to wait. He turned his attentions to his body: his lungs burned, he legs ached. He was hungry and tired. He tried to lift his arms… The grim realization sank in when he tried to brush the hair away from his face. He didn’t dare to look down at the remains of his arm. Instead, he simply kept his eyes closed and focused on healing. And maybe, he thought idly, just maybe bringing Inuyasha’s mother into it was low, even for him. Word Count: 272
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| But... |
[24 Jan 2007|11:55pm] |
“I never thought I’d say this, but…” Every morning, Sesshoumaru awoke well before dawn and every morning as true as the sun rising; he rose and practiced his swordfight. By the time, he returned to his little encampment to have a small breakfast, Ah-Un was saddled and Rin was waking up. He dressed in full regalia just in time to sit and eat with Rin while Ah-Un enjoyed his own meals. The twin swords-Tenseiga and Tokijin- were polished and laid out for him to suit up. Rin was then washed, dressed and tended to. Camp was broken, Ah-Un saddled with Rin and off they went. Every evening right before dusk, a spot to Sesshoumaru’s liking was chosen and camp set up. The fire went up first, not for his uses of course but Rin’s. Meals were made, and Ah-Un was brushed and watered. Sesshoumaru went off again and was fought with shadows. He returned well after dark just in time to tuck under a tree and find Rin waiting. She then deposited herself under his arm near the fire and slept. Till tomorrow, at least, when he rose again and repeated the cycle. And day after day without fail, Sesshoumaru’s routine remained smooth and uninterrupted. Until one day, Sesshoumaru glanced over at his vassal. “Jaken.” He said softly, ignoring Rin’s songs and Ah-Un’s tired grunts. Jaken was stumbling somewhere between reigning the dragon in and keeping Rin within eyeshot. Still, the small told glanced back and fell to his knees. “Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru?” “…thank you.” Word Count: 248
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| Mr. Fox's Garden |
[08 Jan 2007|02:19am] |
Outside Mr. Fox's garden, three maids playing with a golden ball… You may claim that Sesshoumaru is cruel, and indeed this Sesshoumaru may be cruel, but even his cruelty is majestic. Mythic. He holds darkness and reality in the tips of his poisoned finger tips. He is the Lord of the Western Lands. His council and conscience by him and him alone.
Jenny threw it up and Susan caught it, Mary bounced it over the wall
The wall is high - Mr. Fox has a little red eye
He has tried to kill his own brother, you will remember. He tried to kill his father. He cares only for conquest and the blades he claim were stolen from him. He would sooner kill you then ignore you and you are lucky if he does either. Human, remember well, when Sesshoumaru passes you are wise to disappear.
In she ran to fetch it back again, the garden gate stood open wide
It silently closed and locked behind her. Mr. Fox stood just inside
The wall is high - his smile is cruel and his eyes are sly
But in the company of the noble Youkai, and indeed, Sesshoumaru is a noble as the ocean or the tsunami, there is a small child of the mortal race. In the beginning, she was a whisper of a thing. A creature of soft flesh, silences and tears. Now, she smiles, and laughs, and follows the cruel lord without much concern for the world that disappears in his wake.
He says, "I'll keep this golden ball, Miss Mary. I shall have it and here you will stay.
You will keep my house and be my servant, never stir out for a year and a day
The wall is high - the grasses shiver and the tall trees sigh
He cares little for the girl. He does not acknowledge her as he walks, caring little for her when she runs ahead and even less when she returns in the night. He says not a word as she brings him flower crowns, or stolen produce taken from village gardens. He does not shift when at night, she crawls beside him and tucks herself under his mantle.
Spring and summer passed like shadows, she saw the green leaves fade and fall
She walked alone in the empty garden, Mr. Fox said nothing at all
The wall is high - never a soul came near nor by
When he wakes in the morning, he steadies his dragon and saddles the beast, and then walks ahead. Sesshoumaru, the cruel. His vassal, a green skinned Imp wielding a powerful staff (a token, some say, of his faithful service to the Inuyoukai.) takes the reigns and the human child rides the creature. One would wonder if she could, would the human child tear away with the beast cowed underneath her and flee. She could make it to any of the villages surrounding the forests and hide for a time.
But three strange things he did forbid her, "Never touch my iron box
Never go near the thirteenth bedroom, nor near the bed," said Mr. Fox
The wall is high - "Mary, don't you dare ask why."
But of course, that would be suicide, and the child is too young to think of sacrificing her life for the sake of freedom from this cruel Youkai Lord. Silence and custom keep her quiet and by his side, long after her small body has begun to grow up and out. Her face grows older, her body curves but she still follows and still Sesshoumaru ignores her. He walks ahead and cares not if she follows him or flees. He doesn’t seem worried that for a moment his prize would disappear.
One day Mr. Fox went walking - in that box she found a key
It fitted a door she'd never unfastened and when she opened it, what did she see?
The wall is high - the door said run and the key said fly
And what if she does, you ask? The child who follows him like Amaterasu followed her mirror, what if one day, she stopped. Took the best or left on foot and disappeared into the forests and the villages. Took a husband, and made children and home and life; would Sesshoumaru notice at all? Would his demon attendant? And if he did, would he act? In Mr. Fox's thirteenth bedroom, a naked sword hung on the wall
In a silver bowl on the beds black counterpane, there she saw her golden ball
The wall is high - the bed said come and the sword said die
In the end, it matters little, because Sesshoumaru is noble, and cruel, and majestic. To take the girl, or the vassal or the titles and tributes, or the weapons and adornments would matter little. He is Sesshoumaru, not some lesser Youkai and the code he follows is his alone. He does comprise only of his possessions, or his titles. He is because he is. Sesshoumaru, Lord. In she ran to snatch her ball again, to fetch it off that great black bed
Out jumped Mr. Fox and leapt at her, his teeth flashed white and his eyes burnt red
The wall is high. What you must ask, child, as you sit and listen to my tale, is a simple one. Is the same true for her? Muse: Sesshoumaru Lord Fandom: Inuyasha Word Count: 576 (without lyrics) Song: Mr. Fox’s Garden, Traditional
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| Society |
[14 Dec 2006|02:13am] |
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If you could change one aspect of your society, what would it be? Sesshoumaru Lord of the Western Lands watches the human as she hurries about his palace and wonders when she had the gall to become a woman right under his nose. He remembers when she was a child, laughing and tumbling over herself as she ran and played under foot. Years ago, when she was young and he was not content to stay in his Kingdom, she would wait when he said to, and run when he desired, jumped as he wished and lived with no other thought then to exist and please him. And for the years they were together she had done all that and infinitely more. She gave him comfort, companionship, reverence and love. She would die if he asked that of her. Long ago, when she had just blossomed into maidenhood, he had silently asked her to forsake a chance at love, marriage and children with a member of her kind. She had looked at him with those wide, trusting eyes and told him she would by taking her place behind him and smiling. Now, her hair has more gray then sable in it and the lines around her eyes are deepened but still that smile that has kept him secure and content in ways his kingdom and lovers could never still shines brightly from her lips. She is not long for the world. Soon she will die and go to the lands where her kind goes in the after. And he wonders… They were happy together, Rin and Sesshoumaru, for the time they shared. Neither regrets- and if they do- it is for a moment and no longer. But he wonders… He never told her that she made him content, happy and brave. He was Lord of the Western Lands. A Taiyoukai. She was nothing but a human whelp. There were worlds between them. No Youkai would have accepted their union. No human would have welcomed them. And if a child had been produced? He was Youkai Lord, weakness never would have been an option. To have a bairn from a human… Still he wonders… Sometimes as he stares across the hall and the world of distance between him and and her, he wonders would it would have been liked if they could have said how very much they loved each other. Muse: Sesshoumaru Lord Fandom: Inuyasha Word Count: 386
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| Hidden, Summer and Night |
[16 Oct 2006|10:48pm] |
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Hidden Sesshoumaru hunts. It is energy when a Youkai hunts. In his true form, Sesshoumaru can feel the woods he hunts in and as their Lord, Sesshoumaru knows each tree, each upturned root and creature that dwells in his domain. He moves pass them in the darkness of the night: ignoring the insects that buzz around his ears, the moon on his back. He moves peering behind the leaves without disturbing them. He is smarter then to leave a trace of his presence. He hunts like a dream, or his father: he is there and then he is gone. Sesshoumaru hunts. And his preys hides in the darkness, giggling so hard that it snaps through the night like Sesshoumaru’s dokasso. The Western Lord pounces, grabbing his quarry by the neck and tumbling heels over head as he hits the ground because the pup in his mouth squirms and laughs. He thinks for a moment of using pressure and snapping the small neck as he trots back to the edge of the wood, back to the palace. But Izayoi’s laughter and applause breaks his train of thought. Inuyasha wiggles free and runs deeper into the forest. Sesshoumaru waits for a moment, before bounding after him. Inuyasha hides, Sesshoumaru follows. And hopes this isn’t the start of a habit on the part of his younger brother. Muse: Sesshoumaru Lord Fandom: Inuyasha Word Count: 223 Write about a memory of summer. Rin was afraid of bears. Sesshoumaru discovered this one night as he lay beside her in the grass, and pointed out the constellations. She laughed when he pointed out the drum, and cheered as he transformed it to the great human battle spread out across the heaven. He half-wondered that if he had told that many years ago when the battle took place, he had snatched the humans from their place and put them up there would she have believed him. She would have too. If he said, he had. But when he pointed to Ursa Major and her cub, clear and majestic in the warm winter sky. Rin yelped and nuzzled closer. A bear had visited her father’s house once, she told him in hushed tones. Her father had bundled them all underneath him in the bedroom and held their breath. Had Sesshoumaru been there, he would not have trembled in the dark. But Human ways are not Youkai ways and a man’s fear of the beast was understandable. Sesshoumaru ran his fingers through her dark hair, and thought for a moment he would tell her this. He reasoned for one moment there under the summer stars and in the fleeting warmth between them and around that he would tell her that from now, he would face every bear and beast that dared scared her. But, there under the warm moonlight and the closeness between her and him, Sesshoumaru could not think of a reason to lie to her so. Muse: Sesshoumaru Lord Inuyasha Word Count: 251 What keeps you up at night? Fleas. Word Count: 1
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| Rebellion |
[17 Sep 2006|02:28am] |
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Have you ever rebelled? If you have, how did you do it?
The Inu no Taisho was dying, Sesshoumaru could smell it on him. The blood caked behind and inside the creases of the armor, and his father’s lungs labored to push out and take in each capture of air. Drop by drop, the Dog General’s life spilled onto the beach and swirled with the ocean water. The moment was surreal for a moment: with the prefect moon overhead and father and son.
-Are you going, father?
Do you intend to stop me, Sesshoumaru?
-No. But before you go, I would have you hand over the Fangs So’unga and Tessaiga.
And if I refuse…would you kill your own father?
There is a long silence. Too long for any good to come of it and then the Dog General, lacking any other course of action, laughs.
Oh Sesshoumaru, have you nothing to protect?
That was all his father wanted for him, Sesshoumaru knew. It was a simple request, a small intangible thing embodied in the gift of Tenseiga. The blade, useless for someone like Sesshoumaru who cared nothing for compassion, could have been a powerful tool in the right hands. Much good could be garnered from the sword, so much power waiting to be tapped. If only Sesshoumaru accepted it.
But time and time again, he refused it. It was not because Sesshoumaru had no heart: Sesshoumaru was Youkai, with a heart as deep and greedy as his vanity. It was not because Sesshoumaru put no credence in the blade; he was smarter then refuse a sword wield by the great Totosai. No, Sesshoumaru rejected the sword for one simple reason.
It was not what he wanted. It was not Tessaiga.
Muse: Sesshoumaru-sama
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 278
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| Humanity |
[29 Aug 2006|02:10am] |
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Name one thing about human nature that puzzles you.
Hope.
Of all the useless sentiments I have seen the Ningen cling to: hope is the strangest of them all. Humans build entire empires and sacrificed what little they have in the world for words of their own invention, like honor, courage and ownership. I have often wondered if those humans truly believe that any of their kind could have honor or that they can truly own the lands that are more ancient and powerful then them. Such trivial, transient waifs…
But no, I am accustomed to their arrogance. Those things do not concern me.
But their hope, their willingness to sacrifice all for a child, or a lover, or a piece of land that does not care for their lives; startles me. What do they accomplish I wonder, if they die for the country or family? Does it give them peace in the world after, or does it profit the child to be raised in a cruel world without the protection of a father?
What do they fight for when they fight for hope?
How best do they serve their country or family by dying and abandoning the very cause of their fight? What do they gain for a moment with their hope? What do they gain by loving or protecting something so fragile or distant and uncaring?
Should I die, Rin will perish and Jaken would be lost, I hold no pretense about that. Should they die, I would grieve but I would still exist. What little they give my life could be replaced in time. I hold no illusions that my life would not continue without their presence, though it may be hard for a time.
Hope.
Hope binds humanity together in an attempt to be something more then what they are. They attempt to find beauty in their whispery little lives. They hope to be more then what they are. They hope that those whom they love return the affection.
I can not afford that luxury, nor have no desire to pursue.
Muse: Sesshoumaru-sama
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 336
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[17 Aug 2006|11:45pm] |
Do you tend to make friends easily? Why/why not?
When you are known by theatrical souls as ‘the aristocratic assassin,’ one’s company is not readily sought after and those who would seek it out are either the strong eager to make a name for themselves as the slayer of the great Sesshoumaru, or the weak and idle hoping for protection after a matter.
As a younger man, I had three companions, sons of my father’s generals and servants, who accompanied me on my wanderings. We were not friends, presay, nor allies. Instead, we were simply a group of children with similar interests and desires whose fathers indulged. We played games according to our kind, and shared with one another whatever childish thought or idea passed between us all.
They were the first who knew of my kingdom before it was. They helped me plan out the world, as I desired it and each had his destined place. Tama would be my warlord who would win lands and people under my name and the brothers Tajomaru and Ryuhoji would be my diplomats to gather for me in peace what Tama could not in war.
The promises we made to one another back then when we were children. As I look back at those days, I wonder how did we ever survive for as long as we didn’t. Of course it ended; we were all too big by ourselves to become something together.
I was too big to allow it. I could not afford the sacrifices they demanded of me. I had, and have, a dream.
I cannot afford to have friends.
Muse: Sesshoumaru
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 261
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| Spirit |
[05 Aug 2006|02:35am] |
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Spirit
Tensaiga is Spirit stolen, and contained.
How often I had found myself annoyed by the Healing Fang’s beckon, yet always submitted to it begrudgingly nonetheless. Even in my arrogance I was aware of the sword’s power and offered respect enough to the blade. Tensaiga was the blade of Heaven. The unoffending sword, the healer, Tensaiga was a sword of spirits.
And it was no small irony that it was given to me, Sesshoumaru who is known for neither his mercy nor soul. For a long time I shunned the blade, keeping only to honor my father’s memory. I had no desire to wield the blade and had no use for its power.
Till Rin.
Take that admission with care not to see what does not exist. I do not love the child. But she was the first to benefit from Tensaiga, the first to prove the blade was not as wholly useless to me as I would have predicted. Jaken also has weaned time from her blade. As have I, after a fashion.
The sword is a thief. She takes what the Otherworld has claimed: the souls of the fallen. If I was not Sesshoumaru but some other demon, one moved the laws and rules of a world that claims my kind if not myself, I would be wary of such a weapon.
The Otherworld is fickle and powerful, and older then I.
But the souls Tensaiga has ripped from the world please me to be near, and I am content to allow this abuse. If the Reapers want the spirits of my companions, they are welcome to try to take them from me.
Muse: Sesshoumaru
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 274
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| Weakness |
[26 Jul 2006|01:19am] |
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'What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.' Do you agree or disagree? Why?
After the Wind Scar, Sesshoumaru was only aware of the pain. He was too weak to move, to seek revenge and in the state he was in; it was a burden to remain in human form. Still it was easier to heal now then his true form.
Tenseiga saved his life. There was no mistake in that.
The useless blade, the victimless sword had chosen to spare its Master. For reasons, Sesshoumaru did not understand.
Later, as he recovered in the forest like an animal; the human girl came and brought him food. She came, to keep watch over him and bring company to him. And when bidden, she even offered him a smile.
And loathed to admit it, Sesshoumaru was moved by the weak offering him their own brand of protection.
He was not use to injury, and the promise death had never been as close to him as it had when his brother used his father’s fang to tear him apart.
Never had he felt so weak. So pathetic.
Strange somehow how fragile death made the great Taiyoukai of the Western Lands appear and stranger still, how painfully the truth hit the great Dog Demon’s heart. Despite it all, he was still weak.
So very weak…
Muse: Sesshoumaru
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 208
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| Birthright |
[18 Jul 2006|12:27am] |
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Talk about something you inherited. (It could be an object, a physical attribute, a belief, etc.)
My father denied me my inheritance.
My father wielded three swords during his reign as the Inu no Taisho; they were in order, the Tenseiga, Tessaiga and most powerful, the So’unga. They were called, by the fools and romantics, the fangs of Heaven, of Man, and Hell when in truth they were only my birthright.
Upon my father’s unfortunate but unavoidable death, So’unga and Tessaiga should have been given to me. My brother was no more then a few hours old when my father died, too young to wield the swords with any brand of talent. Even now, so many years on, he still lacks the discipline.
The blades were given to him. Hidden away from me within the elusive black pearl, while I was bequeathed a blade I have no desire to wield.
Tenseiga does not wound, and it does not kill. It cannot help me on my quest. Yet…still, I keep it at my hip. I have never thought myself a romantic but still it remains and I will keep it near. I have reasoned it wiser not to ask why.
Simply, it was my father’s. So am I.
Muse: Sesshoumaru-sama
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 191
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| If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride |
[02 Jul 2006|11:56pm] |
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If...
I stood at the base of the tree for several hours, watching my brother sleep. Jaken mistook my visit as gloating, and because it suited the Imp to think so, I allowed it. I had no intention or desire to explain my actions to a servant. Just as Inuyasha never had desires to explain himself to me. When he left my court those years ago after Izayoi’s death, I cared little for his intentions.
He was no longer my concern, after all.
I had heard rumors of the Shikon no Tama, as a passing curio. Nothing of concern for a Taiyoukai, but for his half-breed brother it promised him something even the Inu no Taisho could not have.
If he had only told me of his intentions…
By the time I had heard of it, the smoke had settled and loses tallied. The human filth never traveled to Inuyasha’s forest for fear of a Youkai’s wrath. The human who took my brother from me had been dead and gone and the jewel that he had sought so long burned with her corpse. His story had become the stuff of legend and ghost stories.
And my revenge was denied to me before I had a chance to claim it.
It is true I never cared much for my brother.
But not getting along with him, and not caring when some Miko bitch pins him to a tree is another matter.
If he had only told me of his intentions…
Muse: Sesshoumaru-sama
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 249
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| Retreat |
[21 Jun 2006|02:31am] |
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What is your favorite retreat from the world?
Sesshoumaru opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. The heat and the sounds outside told him it was closer to evening then it was morning. His body shifted as he pushed his arm under his head and arched his back. His phantom arched a little, like it did most mornings because that’s what his wound did now. But he didn’t care. There was a strange contentment in his stomach now. It was brought on by sweet food, kind music and submissive women and a soft bed underneath him that rivaled cold elements any day.
He was jaded enough to be acutely aware of the passing of this moment. Within the next hour, something would call his attention and break him from this place by the woman’s side. He’d dress, and Jaken would attend him. Jaken would fetch Rin and they would go, perhaps to encounter Naraku, perhaps to confront his brother. He’d go from there to reclaim the Tessaiga. From there, he’d build his kingdom. Perhaps after that he’d take a wife and a consort and produce an issue.
But those dreams could wait for a moment, couldn’t they? For a fleeting moment, Sesshoumaru imagined he was of a lesser stock: someone weak and fat off of retreats and diversions. He imagined he could find his happiness here in a humble home with a kind woman he tolerated. A place where Rin could run and grow up and old. Such simple little dreams pushed worlds away from being the son of Inu no Taisho.
The woman stirred beside him, waking. He did not turn to face her but continued to fix his dream in his head, letting it play out because it would leave soon enough.
Retreats are for other weaker beings. He was Sesshoumaru-sama.
Rising lazily, and rolling away from the woman Sesshoumaru took care to ignore her smile and spoke simply as he rose to dress and find Jaken.
“Get out.”
Muse: Sesshoumaru-sama
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 332
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| Mamoru mono gai no |
[12 Jun 2006|11:48pm] |
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Loyalty has its place in the world much the same as honor and wealth. They are ideals spilled into my kind from our interaction with humans. They belong to humans who flicker and fade like embers in a fire. My father once told me in that quiet voice of a man who explained away what he did not truly understand that they hold those words so dear and so close because there’s so little given to them in their lives.
I am young still, and before I rest I will have played the villain, the hero, the savior and the betrayer to those I both despise and claim to love. I am Youkai, and it does not do for our kind to claim loyalty to one thing or one person…no good could come of it.
My father died for his loyalty to a human…
I cannot share that fate.
So leave loyalty to those who have the luxury and dreams to fulfill it. I cannot promise Jaken or Rin such things and they- naïve fools who show me a loyalty I could never repay- are wiser then to seek it.
They would die for me…
And loath I am to admit it; I would not do the same.
Muse: Sesshoumaru
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 209
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| Mokomoko-chan |
[28 May 2006|03:40am] |
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What does 'comfort' mean to you?
Sesshoumaru could see her brown eyes peering through the ocean of fur and even though he could not see her round chin, small nose or plump little cheeks; he could feel the smile in the very core of his being. And even though he knew she was under his mantle but still, it was slightly amusing to watch the way his boa shifted and squirmed by itself. It was a cloud shifting and warming along the ground that laughed and giggled.
Jaken was resting against his leg, only mildly upset that Rin was dirtying the mantle. Sesshoumaru was leaning against a tree, legs pushed out. Ah-Un was sleeping on the far end of the camp, keeping watch.
And there, somewhere under his mantle was Rin; giggling and comfortable.
Sesshoumaru remembered as a child being his father’s pup. Strange memory to be invoked now but somehow understandable as he viewed his own ‘pup.’ He could remember his father’s strong jaw take up Sesshoumaru by the nape and carry him home. In human form, he recalled the way his father’s chest felt against his ear, the way the armor bite at him and the heat drummed him to sleep. But he remembers the feel of his father’s fur upon his cheek and the knowledge that despite whatever could and would happen; he was protected as long as his father was there. He closes his eyes for a moment and remembers the brush of softness against his face and smiles despite himself.
How easily, he thinks idly, can one comfort a child by memory and softness.
Later, when Rin has fallen asleep bundled up in his mantle, Sesshoumaru creeps over and rather then kissing her (because he is not and cannot love her.) reaches down and stroked her hair. She mumbles something and buries herself deeper into the mantle.
Silly, the things that comfort a child, he thinks.
Muse: Sesshoumaru-sama
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 315
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| Jaken |
[24 May 2006|12:36am] |
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Describe a chance encounter that changed your life.
“You’re in my way.”
Those were the first words I ever spoke around Jaken, and he remembers them even though they were not directed to him per say. He has told the story many times to Rin that even though I do not recall the meeting, I could recite it by heart. He tells her of his people and their brutal long war with the demon that murdered his kind for sport. He tells her of his place as leader and I smile to myself thinking how noble he paints himself.
And when it comes to my entrance into the story, I try not to blush as he speaks of me. There is so much love in his voice, so much unwavering devotion as he tells of the benevolent Taiyoukai who came to rid his people of their enemy. He tells her of his gratitude and how he swore himself to my service until death parted us.
He makes me into a god in her eyes, as if I need any more awe added to my presence with the both of them. But every time she asks for the story (and indeed, Rin loves this one best of all his tales), Jaken smiles and tells it proudly.
In truth, I cared nothing for his tribe or his devotion. I had no intention of being benevolent or kind. Their petty little war could have continued until his people were but a memory. I was bored, and impatient and the creature was in my way. I could have easily turned and taken a detour. I could have easily pushed my way pass and ignore them. I only intervened because I was bored and the demon needed a lesson in treating this Sesshoumaru as his equal when I’m better.
As it was, my thoughtless action became his world. He swore himself to me. I accepted it. Now I cannot imagine a world without Jaken by my side. Before Rin, he was there and far after she has died, my vassal will grace my side. I hesitate when he is gone. I tolerate him and his inane little ramblings and forget for a moment, he suffers all of my foolishness. It does not go unnoticed.
Still I do not truly recall his entrance into my life. Instead it was as if one day he just appeared and I took him in. I suppose I should feel guilt at such a truth, but I am not the kind to feel guilt, nor is he the kind to ask it of me.
It’s one of the reasons we work. It’s what makes us, us. I am Sesshoumaru of the Western Lands, and he is my servant, Jaken. That is the way of things, now and always.
Muse: Sesshoumaru
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 460
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[23 May 2006|02:14pm] |
*coughs uneasily* Taken from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) the_odishon
1. Your Name:
2. Are we friends?
3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?
4. Would you kiss me?
5. ...with tongue?
6. Would you enjoy it?
7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?
8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?
9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
13. Do you think I'm a good person?
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?
15. Do you think I'm hot?
16. Would you call me just because?
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you?
18. If you could change anything about me, would you?
19. Would you have sex with me?
20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)?
22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
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| Mother |
[19 May 2006|01:06am] |
Write about mother (your own or someone else's).
Izayoi was my father’s wife. She was human, noble-born, and beautiful according to her kind. She liked to hum, and embroider when she was alone. She was the kind of woman who looked longingly at the women of my father’s court and would take on to herself a haunted expression, as if she feared she was somehow lesser then those sent to service her. She would stare sometimes out into the vast wild lands that surrounded my father’s kingdom and look sad. But she was careful never to allow my father to see.
She did much for my father’s sake. She suffered the whispers of Court, the loneliness, and my own cruelty for him. There was never a doubt in my mind that she loved him. Perhaps that why I hated her so much, aided by the fact that she wanted desperately to love me. It was a strange thing having a mortal woman who wanted to be my mother.
As if I had any desire to have that woman included in my life. But she tried.
She took up hunting to accompany my father and I in the closest thing we had to ‘quality time.’ I remember riding out with her and my father, and making sport of the games we played. I would tease father and ask for a small human child as a hunting trophy just to see her expression. I acted cruel and vicious because I wanted her to hate me.
She never did.
She blinked nervously and then told me if I wanted a child, I would need to learn better aim. Inu no Taisho laughed at the dirty joke, and I, too stunned that this lady would return my jibe in turn, frowned and rode ahead.
She never judged me. She would instead continue to try until my father’s death. Then, with a whelp of her own, Izayoi gave me my distance. In return, I protected her. She lost more then a husband that day. She seemed to have lost that pride and will, that determination to be his, in life or death, ridicule or praise. Now she merely existed and seemed to wait to return to him. I had neither the desire nor the knowledge of how to help her. So I left her alone, kept her fed and clothed and comfortable. I tolerated her child because to do otherwise would have been to break whatever thin strand she had left of happiness and family.
She thought it was my father’s sake. This was only partially true. Perhaps if I am honest, truly honest, it was for a more simple reason.
She was the only mother I had ever known.
Muse: Sesshoumaru-sama
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 447
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| To get away |
[08 May 2006|04:21am] |
Who was "the one that got away"?
One day when I am older, and my kingdom are established I will take a mate to produce an heir. There will be a time when I shall take a lover because I am bored or lonely or too long of tooth or fur to care much for war. This was the way of my father, of my mother. There is no shortage of companionship or mates to attempt to capture my fancy. This Sesshoumaru is not unpleasing to the eye nor does he lack strength or skills that any would seek out for a mate.
But I have no use to mates and even less for love, at least for now. I have a kingdom to build, a sword to reclaim and an injury to return in kind. I lack nothing for now. Jaken attends to all my material needs.
And I have Rin to make me smile even though she never sees it.
One day too, when she is older and has no longer need of flowered crowns, she will take a mate to produce an hair. For this human husband, (and indeed it will be a member of the mortalkin. She does not deserve to be without nor could an immortal bear an eternity without her,) she shall make home, and keep health. Then when she is older, she will recline, old and forgotten in her home and think of children and grandchildren and maybe- if I dare to indulge- perhaps she will think of me. This was the way of her kind, of Izayoi and Sara.
It will be her choice, and she will take it. One day- far too soon by my standards, but far, so far to her little mind, she will come of age and move from my life in the way and function of her kind and while I do not think to deny her this, I will think of it.
I shall miss her when she is gone.
Muse: Sesshoumaru
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word Count: 327
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