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Chapter 4
The human world was covered in snow, but he left few and shallow prints as he passed. His full human-form speed had been brought to bear, and his feet hardly touched the ground as he followed the trail.

He had found her scent.

The smell of humans came to him on the wind - they were the right humans. His father's scent lingered around the edges, faint with time passed, and that one, that one, that woman scent was there, a beacon that drew him...

That bitch creature who had brought such unwelcome change...

Woods gave way to fields, frozen and hard, and they in turn gave way to human habitation. His claws destroyed a building that stood in his way without him seeing it; splinters peppered him from behind, but he was already far ahead. Rank human fear and crying voices vied for his attention, but the beacon of her scent won out and he bypassed the distractions without stopping to dispose of them.

In a blink he was past them again. A tall wall appeared before him and his run turned into a leap; he landed lightly on the pointed tops of the bound logs, a futile gesture of defense. Nothing so pathetic as a wall would keep him out...

He finally paused for a moment there, letting the disrupted wind of his passage catch up and blow past him as he looked over the compound. Shallow snow covered the extensive gardens, marred by dark pools of unfrozen water. His father's scent here was faint, but not so hers. This was the human's home, where they played at being nobles...

Ah, a welcoming party.

These humans were far too slow to be any sort of danger to him. He shifted subtly to let the arrows glide harmlessly through the air behind him and crossed the space to the handful of men who thought they could challenge him. To their weak vision it must have looked as though he simply appeared there... if they had time to notice him at all before his claws raked through armor and flesh to dispatch them.

He was gone again before the bodies started hitting the ground. He would destroy every human here if that was what it took, but he had no interest in them. There was only one here who was his prey, and she was inside, waiting for his claws.

The door exploded into splinters as he burst through it. There was a human, but not the right one, and he ignored it to go deeper into the mansion.

Another warrior tried to stand in his way in the hall, and he was cut down for his bravery. Fools, dying to protect her...

His knuckles cracked as his nose told him he was nearing her, and he took down another door. She was before him.

He did not attack her immediately; for a moment, he paused in the doorway to finally look at her, to see the one who was the cause of such pain. She cowered away from him, staring wide-eyed at her executioner.

Because of his mother's slip of the tongue, he had a name for her now, but he cared not. She was not a person to him, not a creature deserving of a name or an identity - she was only a human, an intruder, an obstacle. She no more had a name to him than the animals he ate and the beasts, two and four legged, he slayed when they stood in his way.

And there was nothing special about her in person. She was only a weak human woman, encumbered with so many kimono she could hardly move, depending on servants and retainers. There was no touch of power to her, no trace of youki or spiritual talent. She was not even an extraordinary beauty, to his eye. She was so ordinary...

He had almost hoped that there was something about her, some clear reason his father would desire her over him. It would have been easier to understand, and to deal with... but there was not. He had been forsaken for this pathetic piece of mortal flesh.

"Please..." she said quietly, watching him helplessly.

"You are nothing," he announced coldly, and leapt forward with his claws eager for her flesh. This was over now.

She screamed, shrinking back. At the same time, his nose alerted him to a problem, but it was too late.

Claws grabbed his neck and propelled him forward; he hit the wall and crashed through it, rolling into an undignified heap before he could right himself. Shifting into a crouch, he glared through the hole his body had made and let a snarl curl his lip.

His father returned the glare with the utmost coldness, calmly watching him without a word. He made no overtly threatening gesture, but he didn't have to... the fact that he was here was threat enough.

"You would protect her from me, father?"

His gaze didn't waver. "Yes, Sesshoumaru."

Trying to regain his dignity, he stood and faced him, staring back, proving that he was uncowed. He had never before defied his father's power, but this bitch, this humiliation, almost made him ready to... "She is nothing."

"Taisho..." The woman stood, pulling her fancy entrapments with her, and approached his father, reaching out to his arm for explanation or reassurance. Sesshoumaru's eyes watched her familiarity with seething hatred. She would dare act like their equal... "What is going on?"

His hand touched her hand gently, and Sesshoumaru ground his teeth, but he did not break the stare he held on his son. "Wait, my Izayoi."

He could not control himself, and he snarled and lunged forward with his claws extended again - but he was not aiming for her delicate throat this time.

His vague thoughts of tearing out his father's disloyal tongue vanished - he barely seemed to have to move and Sesshoumaru found himself slammed into another wall, though this time it held beneath the blow. He looked up at his father with a deep and uncontrollable growl.

"You will challenge me for the right to kill her, my son?"

A growl was his only answer.

"Very well then." He seemed to accept that and feel nothing for the fact that they were pitted against one another. His only concern was for her.

Did he not understand that she was immaterial? She was utterly unimportant. He cared absolutely nothing for that human waste of breath - it was him that was important. This was all to get him back. If he would only leave her and allow him back, she would not have to die at all.

She was going to die for the sake of his father's pride and fickle heart.

He was not stronger than his father, but he was faster, and it was that advantage he had to press. He pushed off the wall and instead of attacking got behind him, grabbing the woman, pulling them around so that she was between him and his father - where his father would have to destroy her to get to him. She uttered a little shriek, not expecting to be involved again. That was good; she did not deserve to think that his father would protect her...

"You worthless creature..." he hissed as her scent surrounded him, and his claws flew to impale her.

Her soft body was pulled out of his grip before he made contact, and a sharp pain pierced his angry fog; it was his stomach that was impaled instead, when it should have been hers. He glanced down in strangely mild surprise at the blade that ran him through, then back to his father, holding the woman in one arm and the other end of the weapon in the other.

"You draw your sword on me, father?"

Wordlessly, his father shoved him backward, off of the blade, and he staggered back a couple steps. The scent of his blood surrounded him, but the pain did not really register; the blow was not lethal, little more than a painful inconvenience, but the fact remained that his father had actually drawn his weapon on him...

The blade swung carelessly, flicking his blood off onto the floor, and in a controlled surge of power it grew from a frail human sword into a magnificent fang. Perhaps the first blow had not been lethal, but any from this new blade could not be otherwise. His father would hold nothing back for sentimentality.

Yet there was no way he could let this go now. If there was any chance, he had to destroy her, because she was not all he had smelled when he pulled her close.

He had also smelled the child she carried.

He watched the dangerous blade that faced him, then turned his gaze to his father's face and met his eyes. His knuckles cracked in the silence, and the faint scent of venom drifted in the air.

"You got this creature with child." It was a statement, accusation, and question all in one... He did not want to believe.

"Let it go, Sesshoumaru." His father spoke calmly, and met his eyes in return, but the blade did not waver.

"So that you can have her replace me in every way? Never."

Though his voice was cold, he didn't feel it; for the first time he actually wanted to kill his father. A new lover was not enough for him, he had to have a new child as well. A new family. An entire new life of which he was not a part. He did not think that killing him would keep himself from wanting him back, but at least it would guarantee he could betray him no further...

His father's only response was to raise the sword facing him a little, repositioning it to better intercept him. The feeling in the air had changed; now they both acknowledged that it was no longer about her. It had become a challenge from the younger to the elder, from the exiled loner to the alpha. When he killed his father he would take over his position, inherit his power, and put an end to this damned torture. He would punish him as he deserved...

And, too, for the first time it seemed that he could do it. Maybe it was not his power but his will that had always been lacking - and there was no longer a question of his will to kill his father.

Not even the human woman moved to interrupt their contest of dominance, though she could have no idea of what was truly happening between them. It seemed a very long time that nothing stirred; neither of them looked away, neither of them backed down, and neither of them gave in. If one of them had dropped his gaze the fight would have been averted, the position of leadership either passed on to the younger generation or safely retained by the elder, and it would have been a long time before the loser would regain the will to contest his dominance again - but they would not. Neither's pride or confidence would give in to the other.

Then Sesshoumaru attacked.

It was a single movement. Faster than any person could blink he darted in. One hand grabbed the back side of the blade to hold it away from himself, and the other claws buried themselves in his father's throat. The thrill of victory and vindication filled him as he smelled the foreign blood.

His fingers were closing around the windpipe when he finally felt the pain. His predatory glare faded as his eyes widened; he stared up into his father's expressionless face before his eyes fell of their own accord to the arm sticking out of his chest. Dark blood was running down his arm, staining his sleeve and dripping to the floor... his hand was hidden, buried past his shattered armor and broken ribs, constricting his heart.

His father shook his head once and dislodged the claws from his throat, and the wounds bled but it was immaterial. He was victorious no matter how badly he was injured. After an interminable moment, he released Sesshoumaru's heart and pushed him backward.

He hit the ground without grace and coughed out a gout of blood. His heart beat erratically, frantically, trying to find its rhythm again before it stopped for good. He could not move; he could hardly see.

Despite that he clearly saw his father stand over him. One hand was holding his wounded throat, but the other held Tetsusaiga leveled at his chest. There was no softness in his gaze.

"Concede, Sesshoumaru." His voice was raspy.

He stared up at him without reply. They were dog enough that there was no longer a need to fight; his instincts knew as well as his mind that he had lost and could not win - that his place was submission to his father's strength. Yet, they were also enough more than dogs that he could force his father to kill him to satisfy his pride.

Should he? He searched his father's face for... something. Even he did not know what. Weakness? Hatred? Disdain?

He saw none of them, only the cool businesslike fighting face. There were no emotions there to be his guide. Yet, despite the lack of softness there, they both knew it existed. That demonstration of his power could have gone only a little further and crushed his heart instead of merely holding it. He did not understand that mercy - he would not have done the same - but his father had spared his life rather than kill him, even though he might remain a danger to her if he lived.

Finally he let out a ragged breath and closed his eyes, relaxing the fighting tenseness that still ran through his muscles. "I concede," he said, the words bitter and unpleasant as the blood on his tongue.

There was not a word in answer, but he felt the power as the sword was returned to normal size and opened his eyes to see his father returning it to its sheath. He still looked down at him, and met his eyes; this time, Sesshoumaru glanced away after a couple seconds.

"Leave," his father said coolly with a faint nod. They both knew their places now. "Do not come back. If you threaten Izayoi or her child again, I will kill you."

He understood the truth in the statement; he had been given as many chances as he would be. As bitter as it was to be indebted to his father's softer emotions and to know he would never have him back, it would be worse to be killed by him and know forever that he meant nothing.

He sat up, one hand pressed to his bleeding chest to make sure all of his fractured ribs stayed inside, letting the pieces of his armor crumble away into nothingness, and regained his feet. "I will not return," he said without so much as a glance at his father. He would never see this human again as long as she lived, nor her disgusting offspring, nor, perhaps, his father... He could not bear to see this again.

Gathering his remaining energy and pride, he turned his back on his father and his human lover, and left them.
~tbc~
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