Scarlet Tears

Sesshomaru glared at his future teammates hatefully. He could tell they were scared, they were practically shaking in their pants.

“Pathetic,” he mumbled, though not loud for any of them to hear; half were ningen anyway, they wouldn’t be able to hear him mumbling even if they wanted to.

Thirty legendary men, they were supposed to be the best of the best; strong, intelligent and fierce, but standing here in front of him they looked like retarded five-year-old human pups. He cleared his throat and began to speak in a soft, silky, emotionless voice “Listen and listen well, I will not repeat myself. We begin this journey in two days, we will be gone three to four years depending on what we find or don’t find. Humans will be riding on horses; as for the demons, you will be riding on your preferred animal. I warn you humans do consider them a privilege, one stupid move and I will have no regrets on cooking your horse and letting my men eat them. As you know, we demons are ruthless. I will make you walk, I have no conscience, and you will carry your own supplies if you even think of stepping out of line,” Sesshomaru finished, face looking completely blank and voice void of emotion. He looked around to all the faces there with him. Some looked shocked, others looked like they had been hit by a whale demon, and he couldn’t help but to think once again how pathetic they all were. He knew three out of thirty of them, but that didn’t bother him. He knew they knew him, and as long as they stayed in place then they would be all right with him. And in addition that as long as the stupid humans bathed everyday, as he hated their smell; it was vile and revolting to his sensitive nose.

Two out of the three he knew were his companions. He had to bring them along, he didn’t think he could handle three or four years with twenty-seven idiots that didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Not that Rin or Jaken knew what they were doing, but they did well enough. Jaken he had known most of his life, he had saved the ugly toad demon from being killed by one of the biggest bear demons he had ever seen in his 400 years of life. The toad was short and a disgusting shade of dark green, he didn’t have one drop of bravery in him. He was petrified half the time, and the other half he annoyed him to no end. He was clingy, and annoying. Always trying to get him something, trying to stay on his good side no doubt, the poor thing was probably petrified that he would kill him if he did something wrong. Which he probably would, but that’s not the point.

As for Rin, she was the opposite of him: she was always loud and excessively happy. Rin was a little human girl he had adopted. He had found her dead by a stream near Kaede’s village. His first thought had been to leave her there, she was already dead. However, he had looked at her and he just didn't have the heart to do it. She was lying there on the dirt, her little body bent in a way that even he winced at the position, and dirt, grime and blood covered her body. Also, he could see multiple scars that must have happened years ago. And with a heavy heart, he took Tensaiga, his healing legendary sword, and revived her.

Sesshomaru snapped out of his painful thoughts and breathed a sigh.

“You have two days, that is it! Anything extra you decide you need you will carry on your backs. Go home and dance, smile, and drink for the days that will be gone from you in the shortest while! We will meet up here in two days at exactly 10 a.m., no later. You may all stay at the western palace, the ningens please follow Suki, as for the demons you can follow Sahara, they will show to your rooms,” he said coolly, looking around as he saw smiles on some of the men’s faces and sighed. Oh great; he had inspired them with his little go home and enjoy quote. He hadn’t meant it to sound inspirational, he just didn’t want them whining the whole trip about how they were too nervous to enjoy their last days in the West. He received nods and ‘Yes sir’s from them. He quickly nodded to Suki and Sahara and walked away.

He didn’t know where he was going, but his feet sure seemed to know. He looked around to where his self-conscious had taken him when he was lost in thought, and was not surprised to find himself in the hidden gardens that only three people knew about. It was pretty, with many varieties of green trees everywhere and a small lake. His mother had planted this garden when he had been just a pup, no more than 3 in human years. Sesshomaru wasn’t surprised either when his feet seemed to make him walk automatically to his little brother’s favorite tree. He use to hate this tree because Inuyasha’s mother had planted it here. He remembered being so mad at her for invading his mother’s space that his eyes had bled a deep crimson, and his magenta demon markings had widened and stretched on his pale skin. Why did he miss his brother? Sure the hanyou could make him smile once in a blue moon, but he despised him. The hanyou should have been killed at birth. He was a disgrace to his family’s royal bloodline. So why then did he miss the loud-mouthed half demon? He sighed longingly. God he missed his little brother, and he couldn’t even explain why. He would find him though; he would tear up the whole world trying to find him. He would look under every rock and stone until he did! Sesshomaru slid down the tree with elegant grace until he was sitting against the trunk of the tree, his legs sprawled out in front of him and his head resting against the tree trunk. He was surprised though when he felt the leaves rustle and a flushed Rin stepped out of the bushes. She had probably run there. To anyone but his adoptive daughter he would have looked relaxed and cool, but he knew that Rin knew better. In the short year the little human girl had come to live with him she had learned more about him than anyone ever had. And he had come to care for the girl as his daughter. She was his best friend, as silly as that sounded, but he couldn’t think of anyone else beside his brother that had ever seen him show any emotion. There was no way he could leave her behind. Rin was 3’4" tall, way shorter than him. He sometimes felt like he was going to step on the girl. She had glossy brown hair that was shoulder length and well kept by the servants, and she had absolutely stunning, piercing brown eyes. Rin had always had a childish obsession with flowers; some people even called her the flower puppet master. When she had been much smaller, Rin had not liked to go outside much for the fear she would have been attacked by demons, but slowly and surely, she began to go outside. And even though he would never admit it out loud, he had admired her progress. Now she would always go to the gardens and pick him flowers, sometimes even going as far as to making him a flower necklace, which he would of course only wear in her presence.

Rin skipped up happily to Sesshomaru. “There’s something wrong with you, Lord Sesshomaru.” It wasn’t said as a question, but as a statement. That was how Rin always spoke, with confidence. Confidence that a human should not have, but the little human girl possessed.

“I will find my brother, humph. Lord Yamoto from the east is out of his mind insane if he thinks the only reason I accepted his proposition was so I could be the first out there to go explore the south. No, I will find that disgraceful hanyou, I can’t lose him! And when I find him I’m going to skin the stupid Indians or whatever is out there that thought for a moment they could take him away from me!” he panted out with so much emotion it would surprise anyone, well of course except for Rin; she was used to her Lord Sesshomaru showing this much emotion since he only ever showed it to her. And sometimes Jaken, but it was more because the toad was noisy.

Rin nodded slowly in understanding, a small smile on her petite face. “Don’t worry Lord Sesshomaru, we’ll find Inuyasha, he’s strong, he’ll be ok… I just know it, plus if he’s gone who will play with me when Jaken wants to be boring?” the innocent girl said, pure innocence dripping from her voice. She really was the best daughter a father could ask for.

His half-brother Inuyasha was stolen from him no more than two months ago, or should I say his brother Inuyasha was kidnapped by some Mist Indians while some of them had murdered a nearby village in cold blood. They had gutted the men and had slit the women’s necks. He couldn’t cry for the people; they were just filthy humans with no understanding of the world. Though he felt a bit guilty for not shedding a tear for the children; who knew, maybe they could have been respectful ningen, but the rest could burn in hell for the rest of their lives and still he would not have any sympathy for any of them. They had treated Inuyasha as if he was the filthy one, but they were wrong. Inuyasha may have been a half-demon, and that may have disgusted him, but never like those filthy human women. They smelt revolting, especially in their time of the month; his sensitive nose hated it. They smelled of rotten blood, and a mixture of something acid and eggs. It smelled atrocious.

But he would never hate the humans as much as he hated the Mist Indians at this moment; they had taken advantage of the fact that he was in the north villages with Jaken. He had been signing a peace treaty there with the Northern Lord. He’d had no problems with Mist Indians before; he had actually had no problems with Indians at all ‘til that day, not that anybody had. But he had disapproved of the fact that stupid eastern lord was planning to take a trip to the forbidden south and take away the Mist’s land. But now any sympathy that he had for them had been murdered just as the village had been.

He had remembered coming home, being exhausted and wanting to just crash for the night. That’s the last thing he wanted to do; instead he had come home to no little brother and a dead village that had been under his protection. They had not only killed the men, but they had killed everyone who lived in the village complex: cousins, uncles, grandparents, anyone who lived there.

‘Inuyasha is only twelve, and probably alone and scared out there with those savages,’ was the only thing he could think about for two months. He sulked and prepared for his journey to search for Inuyasha; there was no doubt in his mind he would find him. He knew his brother was alive; the stupid savages had left him a letter saying…

To da Leder

We hav kill urs as you hav kill mine.

U hav kill our broder tribes an now we kill

one of ur tribes. We hav da boy Inuyasha ash he

say he name is. We meen he no harm. We keep him

until u give us ur words to not trespass onto our

Tribal lands.

Mist Indians Chief Naraku

‘Naraku,’ he thought icily. He snapped himself out of his thoughts because he didn’t want to remember that day, or that darn letter. Those savages obviously knew nothing of proper literature. And knew nothing of him; they didn’t know what he was capable of, but oh they were about to find out.

“You should be careful Sesshomaru, I know you’re a prodigy and untouchable, but even the untouchables sometimes fall. The Eastern Lord is dangerous; just promise me you’ll be careful. I’m sure more than one of the men out there is loyal to him and him only. And one wrong move and they’ll run back there to squeal to him,” Rin warned, suddenly appearing much older and surprising Sesshomaru. He could see Rin was truly worried for him, but he wouldn’t be careless. He would make sure to get rid of those who weren’t loyal to him. He didn’t need to have the lord’s stupid minions following him around.

“I know… And I assure you I will get rid of those who are not worthy, and I say I, because I will personally deal with them, one by one if necessary.” Sesshomaru had stood up now and was standing by the edge of the lake, staring into it.

“I know you will Sesshy-Sama, and I know we will get him back. I love Inuyasha, and the western palace just won’t be the same without him,” Rin said quietly, sadly. She walked up to her adoptive father and grasped his much larger hand in hers, making sure to be careful of his poisoned claws.

He knew Rin wanted to find Inuyasha almost as most as he did. Inuyasha would always play with her when he could not watch the girl, and he would wear the flower necklaces she would give him. Sometimes even going as far as to take her to the best gardens in the West and East.

Things he could never do, his pride would never allow it, and he was the Great Inu Youkai Lord of the West. Playing with a little girl was unacceptable.

Sesshomaru sighed sadly. He was going to walk home, take a shower and go to sleep on his silky fur sheets. Maybe if he slept time would go by faster. Every second was bloody murder on him. He didn’t think he could take anymore.

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Inuyasha moaned in pure agony; his wrist and ankles felt sore and bruised. And the cut on his stomach had begun to bleed again, and for some reason he wasn’t healing as he was supposed to. Inuyasha yanked hard on his restraints again, and screamed when the metal hit hard against his tender flesh. He was stuck here, there was no way out. His ankles were cuffed together with obviously rough homemade metal handcuffs that tied him to the ground, and his wrists were bound together with harsh leather rope. And his restraints somehow sealed his demon so he couldn’t use his strength to break the rope. How could savages make such a thing? Inuyasha looked around terror-stricken; there was no one in here with him from what he could tell, and he could not hear anyone close by him. He was alone. He had always been afraid of the dark, and the fact that he was sitting here by himself, bleeding and starving, like one of those horror stories his older brother used to read to him when he wanted a good laugh, was just so unreal. Everything seemed like a horrible nightmare, nothing seemed real; it was like a horrible fantasy. This sort of stuff only happened in books, right? So why was he here, why was he stuck in a room with gray cement walls, and a dirt floor? What had he done to these people? What had he done to them to deserve this? Surely nothing. It had always been this way, people hated him, but why? Because he had been born? He couldn’t help being born the way he was. So what if he was half-human; did that really make him so vile and untouchable? He hadn’t asked to be born from a human mother. He wasn’t accepted anywhere, not in human society nor in demon society. Did he really deserve to come home from a quiet walk through the garden only to find bloody dead bodies everywhere? Did he deserve to come home and find the village he had loved to be dead and barren, bloody bodies everywhere? That village had been the only one that had accepted him, whether it was for his father’s honor or not he did not know, but respected him they did. And now for the million-dollar question: what in the hell had he ever done to deserve being captured by savages, savages he had never bothered? He had been against the eastern lord on the Indian Mist act, and what had it gotten him? He got to be stuck here in the dark with god knows what else was crawling around here.

Inuyasha was snapped out of his ranting thoughts by a loud thunderous grumble, and he froze with fear, his whole body going still, and goose bumps rising on his pale skin. That could not have been thunder he'd heard. All his life he had been terrified of thunder; every time there was a thunderstorm, he would run to his brother’s room and sleep with him. And even though his brother would tell him to go back to bed at first, he would always change his mind and let him slip under the covers with him. He was deathly scared of thunder. But here, stuck in these suffocating four walls, there was no big brother. No big brother to hug him and tell him it was going to be ok. No big brother that would make him a glass of milk and feed it to him so he could sleep better, even though that brother would rather burn his hand off than touch him. Sesshomaru would always let him be with him, even if they ‘hated’ each other. BUT NO, there was no big brother at all. And at times like these, he would curse every human and demon to hell and back for putting this terrible fear in him. They had made him what he was now, a scaredy cat! If you were not like Sesshomaru, then you were no one in the heart of the people. They would beat and pummel you into the ground until you could no longer breathe and would give in and pass out.

Inuyasha shivered violently. He could now here murmuring outside, but he wasn’t so sure if it was real, being stuck in the same dirty gray walls for over a month could make anyone go insane. The only living thing he had seen in over a month was a stupid baka named Kagome; a demanding, short brunette girl that reminded him of his friend back home Kikyo. The controlling brown-haired woman would always come in and give him food. If that’s what you could call the garbage they served him. It was usually some sort of over-cooked deer and an apple. That’s all they would feed him. And it was barely enough to satisfy his hunger; he was used to high-class stuff, not this savage food.

Inuyasha hugged his knees and laid his head on his arms. What could he do? There was no way out. He was stuck in here; he would be stuck in here for god knows how long. No, Sesshomaru would come for him; he just knew his aniki would come for him. Sesshy would not let these savages hurt him. Sesshomaru would come with all his anger and blood lust and rip these savages apart piece by piece until there was nothing left but their remains.

Thunder roared violently, lightning struck mercilessly, and the small cot shook and trembled from the intensity of the storm. Inuyasha’s shining golden eyes widened with terror. How long did they expect him to be here? How long would they leave him in here, trapped like a dog? Surely not forever. Inuyasha shivered when a particularly cold gust of wind hit him like a ton of rocks. This cot didn’t do much to keep the cold out, and his clothes were torn and dirty with grime and blood. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on; he was getting weaker and weaker. In addition, he could sense the new moon coming closer. He would transform in less than two weeks and when he did, he would surely die. There was no stopping it; in his human form Inuyasha’s healing abilities would drop immensely, and he would not be able to keep himself alive any longer. He could only hope that his brother would come for him soon. If not, he did not even want to think about what would happen… He didn’t want to die, he was just a pup in demon years. His life had never been all that great, but he didn’t want to give up the hope that it would get better. He wouldn’t give up the fight; he would fight for his life, up to the last second. He promised himself that.

Inuyasha lulled himself to sleep. The pain was too much; his stomach wound felt like it had stretched and widened, and blood was pouring off him like rain. And Inuyasha was slowly losing conciseness. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was the soft footsteps of a person entering the room.

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Kagura smirked icily at the passed-out hanyou on the floor. He was dirty and dripping with blood. Nothing like what a royal should look like. She quietly padded over to where the disgusting creature was and bent down to check his temperature. It was hot; he was boiling. He must have been been suffering immensely; that made her smirk with satisfaction. She knew she would have to send a healer to take care of him, he was part of her wicked plan; he was a key figure, she would not succeed without him. She was more than sure Sesshomaru would be here soon, the great Lord of the West. She would seduce him, and he would fall head over heels in love with her. HE would be the one to take her away from this miserable village. She hated it here, she deserved better. She deserved to be the Lady of the West; she deserved to have servants care for her every need. She deserved a life with demons; she didn’t like living here. There were humans everywhere; she wanted to have human target practice, not to have to obey humans.

Kagura laughed wickedly. This would work, she just knew it would. The key to Sesshomaru’s heart was Inuyasha after all...

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