Challenges, Drabbles, & Oneshots by r0o by sugar0o who lurks

Possibilities - thoughtful

Possibilities..............................................Late entry to SKYE's Challenge: Search 061309

His father during his long life had said many things, but it would be his last words that would stick with Sesshomaru the longest. Was it because they were in fact his last words that they stuck with him so, he honestly didn’t know. Protecting someone had never been something Sesshomaru had ever put emphasis on. All the people of his world, those that actually mattered did not need protection, so it was a young and possibly foolish heart that refused his father and let the older male go off to his death.

Looking back as an older inu then he had been before, he could see the possibilities. Touga was mortally wounded, there was a fantastic chance that he was going to die, but it would not have been improbable for the older male to live, could he change that now? No, but he could think about the possibilities of that happening. Oh, and how many times he had done so. He would sit for hours as time went on pondering how life would have changed if only he’d made his mind up and thought that pack no matter how filthy and diluted was still pack, yet he did not, and this could not be changed now.

He wondered had his father not lived and he had taken in the human woman that had laid waste to his life as he knew it what would be different. Would have learned tolerance for the human race sooner? Who he still search out the Tetsaiga? Would Inuyasha have spent fifty years wasted pinned to a tree? Would he have met Jaken, or Rin for that matter? He wondered some times. Had that happened would he have been able to protect the two weak members of his father fallen pack from others, from his own mother, he didn’t know. At the time he could barely protect the West let alone anyone else, yet he couldn’t help but wonder.

And what if his father had lived, what then? Would he have had to watch as his once cold and callus father made up for the love he couldn’t show his eldest as he did so for his younger pup, not the pup not born of duty, but of love? Would he hate Inuyasha more if their great and terrible father bestowed such things upon him while Sesshomaru had none? He didn’t know, it was yet another thing he spent his time upon, wondering the possibilities, the 'what if’s.'

He never mused these things out loud it was unbecoming to do so, and he had been wondering them for years now, nearly two centuries in fact. Though now he had other things more pressing to wonder of, like her.

Now his days were spent thinking of a female, he loathed to even admit that a female could take such root in his mind and yet he could not deny himself the thought of her. She was unlike any he had ever come across, brave and stupid, loud and quiet, she was a conundrum and an oxymoron. More times then not he wanted to throttle her, and yet he found himself curious of her. For years now she had been on his mind, all from the moment he had first seen her even now that she was not in this time any longer he still found himself wondering about her.

She did not fear him directly, when even Inuyasha held the smallest tint of fear in his scent around Sesshomaru, her eyes were bright and lively, not dull and brown like all other human’s burdened to walk the earth. She was clean. That was something else all together, human’s thought demons hated them for so much, but some of the more baser reasons were scent alone. If only they could smell as demons did they’d understand how hard it was to be around them, near them, and lord help any demon that had to travel in close proximity. He sighed inwardly. She was an enigma.

Years ago he had come across her in many a situation, coming into harms way, running into or away from her would be lover, caught between a rock and a hard bloody place. He’d even saved her, and watched has once or twice coming out of, or going into her well. She was just odd, and yet at the same time there was so much more to her then any one he’d ever met before. He could see it in her overly expressive eyes, she knew more then she let on, acted meek only when it was needed, and often even though his brother had never noticed had manipulated him into doing her bidding in the most simple of ways.

She took care of the kit, a miko no less taking care of a demon, yet it was a reflective of what he, a daiyoukai did with a small human child, or had at least. Rin was no longer with him, and that did pain him, but he knew her life would pass before he even noticed she was aging, such was the way of humans. He wondered though thinking back on the miko, she never smelled of faint death that all humans seem to, perhaps if she ever came back he could search out the answers he sought in her. He was certain few others, namely her old companions, might be able to give them to him, and she did tend to have knowledge that one so young should not. He let only the smallest of smirks play on his lips before he gracefully stood, and wordlessly headed off to Edo, and the unmarred scent he hadn’t scented in three years.

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