A meeting between mom and son (Sesshomaru)

[Inu Kimi]

Inu Kimi came to the Castle where her husband once ruled. She was looking for her son. She was wondering if he was going to let her in the Castle. She had wondered, and she was really bugging out about what would happened to her son's kindness towards her. She had always wanted to make sure that she was going to do what she had wanted to do.

She was looking around, and she had knocked on the door. She was in her humanoid form. She was always been in her humanoid form as long as she can remember. She was wondering what she was going to do. She was trying so hard to do the kind of things that she can do at the moment. She was hoping that her son Sesshomaru was at home. She was wanting to come in the castle.

She was combing her hair so it be straight, and she was keeping her hair out of her face. She hoped that she was allowed to come in. She was only a Inuyoukai next to her son so is a Daiyoukai. She was also hoped that Rin was well since she had to bring her back from Hell.

She was standing there in the rain. "Sesshomaru are you going to let me in?" Inu Kimi asked. She was wondering if she was heard by him. She was standing here, and she was remembering when she used to live here with InuTaisho, and Sesshomaru was younger.

She was hoping that Sesshomaru had still remembered her even if time had went on, and she was still here alive and well. She had stood at the door, and she wasn't alone that she was wanted to make sure that Sesshomaru and her caught up with each other she had so many questions she was wanting to ask.

tagged: Sesshomaru (son)
word count: 301
listening to: Distress and coma

[SESSHOUMARU]

WHEN THE WATER TURNED TO WINE IT NEVER FEELS THE SAME ------------------ Sesshoumaru had found himself outside near the castle. Mainly due to the fact that he had decided to stay for a few days. For what reason? He needed the demon to finish tailoring Rin’s new kimono. He wanted to give her some new ones in case the ones she was wearing have gotten dirty. It was simply him being cautious. After all he did not want one of his subjects to be wearing ripped or dirtied clothing. That would make him look bad as a lord. It would show that he is poor and he was not going to allow those humans to think of such things. No, he was a daiyoukai and therefore superior to them, for them to look down on him. Hmph, insects looking down upon him, as if that was ever to happen. One must be begging for death. Still he had been bored waiting and with nothing to do other than hearing Jaken praise him, he found it to be quite dull. Also he had saw no point in simply waiting and so he had decided to inspect the surrounding areas in case there were any youkais that have decided to challenge him. Youkais that were willing to come towards his youki. The ones that want death to be set upon him. He stared blankly down at his sword, the bakusaiga. It had been a long time since he had drawn it. Actually he cannot remember him drawing it once after Naraku’s death. Perhaps it was because he saw no reason to. There had not been anyone that can even land a single hit on him lately let alone actually force him to use his sword. Although the blood that are dirtied on his hands are hard to wash off, he rather spend the time than let them dirty his own fang. Besides, to be cut down by him was an honor but to have his sword drawn was a privilege. A privilege that none of them youkais he has been encountering deserve. Perhaps the closest person right now would be the hanyou Inuyasha for he held their father’s fang. His lead slowly rose up to see that it was raining. He did not care though, the rain cannot affect him. He was a daiyoukai and so he can not feel sick like those humans. Slowly his steps stopped. The wind sending him a scent. A familiar scent he has not obtained for three years. Amber orbs slowly blinked. Could it be? Why would she be here? He had thought she had left the castle ever since his father died. What would be her reason to return? Without haste he had spun around and walked over. The back of his mind trying to analyze this situation. She had not come in such a long time. He saw no reason for her to come right now. After all he rarely visits her but she did not seem to mind that one bit. Especially seeing how she had sent out a h*** hound at him the last time they have met. Although she had also been the one to resurrect Rin for him. For that he had owe her a favor as she had brought him one of his vassal. As a lord it was his job to look over her and he had failed. She had given him another chance. Perhaps she was here for him to return the favor. It would only make sense. The next question though was what she would need. Even though she was not strong as his father or him she was strong nonetheless. That must be why no one has dared lay a finger on her or even make an attempt to use her as leverage on him. Once the male had made it to his destination he saw his guest stood right there. His mother in her graceful form standing out in the rain. His amber orbs slowly blinked curious as to why the guards did not open the door for her. He will have to have a word with them after this. Right now he had more important matter such as greeting his mother. Slowly with grace he strode over. The rain making his clothes drenched in water. The hakama clinging onto him. His mokomo a bit heavier than usual. Still he had walked as if nothing has happened. After all, he would rather be slain than have water to have such effects on him no matter how small it is. Once he had made it behind her, he stood there. ”Hahaoya.” he greeted her giving her a slight nod. He did not ask why she was here though. He stared at the door as it slowly opened revealing his servants. Their eyes tired. Had they fallen as asleep? Pathetic. He raised his hand and gestured her to come inside as he would do so after her. His amber orbs caught fear in the eyes of his servants. It seems they had sensed danger. Their intuition would be correct. ------------------ TARGET:inu-kimi MUSIC:structure by innerpartyststem KILLS:eight-four-one THOUGHTS:-none-