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Never Too Late	By : GoddessEva Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 7571 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He cleaned his blood-stained hands in the river. Another village, another slaughter, another reason he deserved to die. The burning sensation on his back intensified to the point of being nearly unbearable, but he made no move to show it. He stood, wiping his hands on his pants, noting that they were covered in blood as well.
‘Perhaps I should end this myself.’ He thought gazing up at the sky. His mind traveled back to the day his mother died. The eternal winter he’d enjoyed and the solemn freedom that came from such a place. ‘One more,’ he thought to himself, ‘I’ll give Her one more chance to strike me down. After that, I will end it myself.’
He began to walk upon the path he knew would take him to another village of Her followers. They all seemed to be situated on this road. He wondered what this village would be like. They all seemed so different, the villages. They each had something that made them unique. The last village was made up entirely of men. Perhaps this one would be composed of women. Perhaps there would bean equal collection of both. He would find out soon enough.
As the day broke he slowed his pace. He would not kill while out of Her sight. The moon made him a killer, not the sun.
“Well, that’s very kind of you.” A notably female voice said, drawing him away from his pondering.
He raised his eyes to look at her. She had deep green eyes, reddish-brown, was wearing a wolf’s pelt and had two purple flowers in each of her pigtails. He cocked his head to the side as he assessed her, trying to determine if he’d spoken aloud. He hadn’t thought so. He looked at the white color of her pelts and had a suspicious look on his face.
“Are you a disciple of Hers as well?” He asked, narrowing his eyes in search of a lie.
“No.” She said, smiling. “I’m one of His.” She pointed to the sun cresting on the horizon. “He sent me as a messenger for you.”
InuYasha sighed. “What, may I ask, could He possibly have to tell me?”
The woman cocked her head to the side slightly. “He heard about the trouble the Moon was having with you and he wanted to congratulate you on your success on riling Her up. It has been quite awhile since His sister in a frenzy and He would like to know what it is you’ve done to make Her so flustered.”
He smiled. Would he tell the Sun what he’s done; The terrible crimes he committed against His beloved sister and would continue to commit if allowed to live? Of course he would. And he would relish every minute of it.
“I have done two things,” He said, smiling wickedly. “One more terrible than the first. I have denied her son my hand, and, after She took my freedom with the mark she placed upon my back, I have slaughtered Her followers. I will continue to do so until either She or some other agent strikes me down. What says the Sun?”
The woman had a horrified look upon her face. This young man before her wore such a proud look when describing the slaying of innocents. Surely her master would not allow this to continue!
“Mark me, InuYasha, and mark me well. My master will not allow you to continue this horrible Mission. He will surely strike you down before you strike again.”
His face grew solemn and sad; the look of a desperate man. “I’m counting on it.”
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As the sun rose higher in the sky he continued his trek through the forest, the village coming into his line of sight. He smiled to himself and looked up, as though expecting the Sun to make its move… Nothing yet, though.
He sighed wistfully, sitting under a tree. It was still high-noon, so he had time to burn. Perhaps he would become familiar with one of the villagers; maybe befriend them; give Her another reason to kill him. He wondered if maybe he was being too hasty. He had no idea what he was like. Maybe he should give him a chance.
“Too late for that,” he said to himself. “I’ve already made myself a rather uncomfortable bed, so I’m just going to have to lay in it.”
He sighed to himself again. Things in his life had certainly become complicated. Dealing with elements and forces of nature; it was all a bit much. He shook his head realizing that he had bitten off much more than he could chew.
As he was lost in his musings, a figure walked upon the beaten path before him. The man was pristine wearing white robes with a floral pattern upon the shoulder, chest guard and abdominal plate, and an out-of-place boa that could only label the man as…well…
“Fluffy.” InuYasha said aloud, a chuckle evident in his voice.
The figure faced him and raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” He asked in a smooth baritone.
“I’m very sorry.” InuYasha replied politely. “I hadn’t meant to speak aloud. I was making a comment about the fur on your shoulder.”
The eyebrow was not lowered. “May I ask why you chose to comment upon it?”
“You may, but it remains to be seen as to whether or not I will answer.” Came the witty retort, a smile upon his beautiful visage.
The man frowned deeply. “I believe it would be in your best interest to answer my question.” He smirked, eyes narrowing in amusement. “Though I do appreciate the wit. I have not yet encountered someone with which to have a ‘battle of wits’”
InuYasha laughed. “And the search continues.” He said dramatically. “In any case, I chose to comment upon it for the simple reason that it seems obtuse and more than slightly out of place while garnishing your person. Of course, it makes your visage no less intimidating...and a mite ostentatious.”
InuYasha laughed comically when the man’s eyes widened. Had no one ever made such a comment aloud to him? Giving the man a once-over he found that very hard to believe. He positively reeked of over confidence. How could one not mock him for it?
InuYasha silenced himself at once in favor of another question. “So, may I inquire as to what your name is?”
“You may.”
“Repetitive wit is tacky you know.”
The man smiled. “My name is Sesshomaru. May I ask yours?”
“Why of course!” InuYasha replied, “My name is InuYasha, but you can call me ‘dead’”
Sesshomaru looked confused. “Why?”
InuYasha smiled. “’Cause that’s what I’ll be by the end of the night. I’ve pissed off the Moon, the Sun, and I’ve been killing the people in the villages that follow this road, so I am a bit surprised I’m still alive now, but-“
“You’re the one who’s been slaying the villagers?”
“Yeah. Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to interrupt people when they’re talking?”
Sesshomaru frowned. "You can ask her yourself. I'll take you to her!"
Sesshoamru surged forward and grabbed hold of InuYasha and threw him over his shoulder, noting that he was not fighting him. He carried the man-child through many of the villages, using his inhuman speeds to get them to a large temple built with its doors open to him, not realizing all the while that the man he was carrying was his mate.
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