S E S S H O M A R U

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He might have offended him somehow because judging from his half-brother’s angry look, Inuyasha does a double take when he sees a fight about to start.

A fight, eh? Let’s see how this goes. Inuyasha braced himself. He isn’t afraid of his brother. He’ll make sure he’ll kick his butt and he has a strong feeling he should protect the sword before it gets taken from him.

“Oi! You said it responds to me before! I’ll make sure you’ll regret that!” The half demon hissed at him angrily. There can never be a civilized conversation between him and Sesshomaru.

With the sword glowing and the half demon switching to his demon form for a surely rough battle ahead, Inuyasha prepares for a fight!

It didn’t take long for Sesshomaru’s features to twist from an exceedingly handsome and ethereal being to that of a twisted visage. His mouth elongated, rows of knife-like teeth lined his mouth, and a fire unlike any other enveloped him, shifting his form into something completely unrecognizable.

A paw, larger than life, crashed to the earth below. The maws of the Daiyokai snapped as poison dripped from his canines and disintegrated the bones beneath their feet. A snarl tore forth from Sesshomaru’s throat, and soon, his true form would glower down at Inuyasha’s own minuscule one.

Worthless half-breed. How dare Inuyasha stand against him and act as if he had any right to wield the fabled Tessaiga? No, it was his sword, and Sesshomaru wasn’t about to allow a worthless specimen like his half-brother to escape with what rightfully belonged to him.

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Silver tendrils of hair sway in the night breeze. Up above, the crescent moon smiles back at him, though Sesshomaru’s own face remains stoic like it usually is.

He oft wondered: had the Inu no Taisho still been alive, would he be proud of where the eldest son of the Inu Yokai clan stood amongst demon society? Or would he only continue to favor the son that he had sired with that blasphemous human woman?

Sesshomaru’s jaw clenches, but aside from that, his features remain immovable stone - perfect to any outsiders looking in. 

There was a reason why the Daiyokai was both feared and greatly revered in both human and demon society; he was without foe, peerless in strength and the paragon of beauty. But what did that matter, he thought bitterly, when all of his accomplishments were hindered by the fact that Tessaiga continued to elude his grasp?

The wind suddenly shifted, and with it came the scent of an intruder who dared to interject upon his inner monologue.

Golden eyes shift, and when they lock upon the figure behind him, they would harden, leaving his thoughts barred behind them.

“...What do you want,” comes the blunt statement. He didn’t care to entertain others, and if this person dared to do anything to insult his pride, he would have no qualms in severing their head from their shoulders.

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            “I seek nothing more than to battle the 

       most                  powerful                 beings                alive, 

                     which excludes the    lowly likes    of you.”

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 (‌Half-Breed):

“Answers to me? What the hell do you mean?” When the Tessaiga glows in his hands, it feels magic has surged through him. He feels the sword is calling out to him mostly.

He doesn’t like where this is going.

“No offense, but why does it seem like a huge deal to you?” Inuyasha asks him, considering that Sesshomaru is after a sword. He puts his sword down while he glances at his older brother. He wants a proper answer.

The mere fact that Inuyasha is so blissfully ignorant of the weapon in his hands is enough to make Sesshomaru bristle. How he hated losing Tessaiga to the lowest of half-demons. To him, Inuyasha had no right to exist, let alone to wield the fabled Fang.

The wind shifts, and an explosion of youki overcomes the enclosed space. It’s hot, it’s stuffy, and the sheer power that emanates from Sesshomaru is enough to make any lesser being hide and cower.

“You’re unaware of what it is. That only proves that you, Inuyasha, are undeserving of it,” comes the cold retort.

Very well, if Inuyasha would not willingly surrender the Inu no Taisho’s final gift, then Sesshomaru would only have to pry it from his cold hands.

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Why?

That was the only thought that reverberated off of Sesshomaru’s skull as cold golden eyes narrowed at the sight of the fabled Tessaiga in that loathsome Inuyasha’s grasp.

Fury threatened to overcome the proud Sesshomaru, but as usual, he kept his face stoic and devoid of emotion. After all, he had always been taught to reign in any stray thoughts lest his enemy overcome him by exploiting his emotions.

“Then it answers to you,” he stated, as if he hadn’t just been wildly affronted by the fact that the late Inu no Taisho clearly favored his illegitimate son over him. To think that the sword that was once his birthright now rested in Inuyasha’s hands was enough to make Sesshomaru curse his late father, a man whom he had always greatly respected and admired.

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