Living For The Past by lustchantay

A Haunted Sesshomaru

All she could do was stare. She was limp, shoulder slumped, and slack jawed, she just couldn’t believe what or who she was gazing at.  It was Sesshomaru, here on her side of time. 

When she set out on this so-called ghost hunt her friends had led her on, she didn’t expect this.

 A witch, a tormented spirit, even a freaking leprechaun would have been better, anything but this! 

But here he was, night soon approaching with the forest encompassing him on each side like they were one. 

She was now experiencing a number of things at the moment, a healthy dose of fear being one of them.  She knew him on the other side of the well…no, that wasn’t really true, not really knew him, though she was technically his sister in law, regardless if he acknowledged that fact or not. They never had any longwinded conversations, actually they never had any sort of conversation, she would greet him, and he would ignore her.  But now here he was standing roughly 30 feet away, looking way more primal than she knew him to be, even more than when he was in his real form.  What was even more disturbing was what looked to be some sort of makeshift house looking to be barely holding together.

The famous apparition filled house, the one her friends and everyone in Tokyo steered clear from on account of the rumors that it was bedeviled. 

And oh how she now realized those rumors had just turned to reality.  Her reality.

Now she understood why there were so many tales regarding poor unfortunate youngsters who try to be brave, and confront the spirit in the forest, and why they were reported never to be seen again.  Of course everybody thought it was just your ordinary good ol’ ghoul story, a youkai, and his tattered refuge. 

Now she saw the truth of the story standing before her.  Surely Sesshomaru wouldn’t let a human come into his “territory” and leave back out alive.  He hated humans then, and he probably still does now, albeit any exceptions made in the past. 

Should she try to make a run for it back to the well, back to the past, and act like it never happened, because of course he wouldn’t know in the past she ran into him in the future? 

Right? 

This time travel thing just got fuzzy.  The chance of running into anybody in her future that was from the past she currently resided in never crossed her mind.

 Would this blotch up the timeline? 

As she attempted not to have a chronological break down in front of him, who was still standing eerily still, she thanked the spirits (the good ones) she had convinced her friends to leave the woods hours before when all four of them had been in the area locating this supposed spook house.  The moment she felt that aura hit the atmosphere around her there was no mistaking that something was back here, but they did not need to meet it, bet or not. But her own curiosity got the better of her and she came back. 

So here she was staring at Tokyo’s greatest mystery. 

He had yet to say anything to her, which was starting to really creep her out.  She had hoped that he would have picked up on her discomfort and would ease it a little by at least acknowledging that he knew her, but he just kept staring at her with a look that screamed he didn’t appreciate be reduced to some folk lore for the curious Japanese population. 

But there was something else she noticed past the unhappy gaze he was sending her way. It looked like something that was faintly displaying a hidden tiredness, yes that was it, he looked tired, and it made her almost forget his murderous reputation for a second. 

How did he get like this, he was the mighty Sesshomaru that all feared and sought to destroy in order to achieve his rank among youkai.

This sudden burst of compassion for him turned to anger at the world, the unfairness that was given out to humans and youkai alike; here he was being reduced to nothing but a myth for young adults to bet over at a sleepover. 

Now in utter confusion, she began to shake her head, on the brink of a crying seizure,  she could hardly breath nevertheless speak but, with all the feeling she could muster for him she took a slight step forward in peace, and asked…

"Sesshomaru, are you alright?"