Regenerist

Hello everyone! Just an extra disclaimer: This story was written before the publication of Inuyasha ended. Therefore, it only follows the series up to the end of the television series (not including Inuyasha: The Final Act). I am not revising it to fit the series per say... its way too much to change X_X . I am going to explain the digression from the main plot line though.

Happy Reading!

 

*Regenerist*

We knew the world would not be the same,

A few people laughed, a few people cried.

Most people were silent.

I remeber the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagvad-Gita;

Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince

That he should do his duty, and to impress him,

takes on multi-armed form and says,

'Now I am becoming Death, the destroyer of worlds.'

I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.

-Linkin Park: The Radiance

 

 

 August 9, 1945

Nagasaki, Japan



“My Lord! Urgent news!” A chubby little man hobbled towards the river. His round balding head bobbed up in down in time with his steps. His tan uniform was discolored and thin in spots from wearing it too often. Stopping several feet in front of his lord the little man bowed. It was the same bow he used to greet his lord for many centuries. His fingertips met on the ground in the same way the same even pressure as every time before. The chubby man had plenty of practice bowing.

His lord continued looking out over the water. A breeze blew by lifting long silver strands of hair. Several hours ago the sun inched into view. It was blood red over the horizon. The sky was mimicking blood today. Blood mixed with atmosphere into a red-pink glow that faded to the normal clear blue skies with time. But that time was not now, they were still basqued in a bleeding sky.

 

“What is it Jakin?” The lord was looking into the water. The ever moving makeshift mirror reflected a face of blood. The lord knew that his servant was using sorcery to appear human. His real appearance was still little and chubby, but more green. The lord felt as if it was a makeshift mirror, just like the water and his reflection. His servant was a toad demon. Demons often used sorcery to subtly, or not so subtly alter their appearances now. At first the chubby little man balked at sorcery designed to make him look human. His own words of not being “fond of it” even when the lord commanded him to do it were an understatement to his detest of hiding his true self.

His lord couldn’t agree more.

Times were changing. Large industrial cities were spreading along their old routs. Humans had numbers on their side. Humans no longer had to run from demons. Both Lord and Servant begrudgingly found it beneficial to use the damned sorcery. Humans now were quick to kill demons.

 

“I just heard that Kagura has deflected to the enemy side. She has already left Japan.” No response was forthcoming. Did his lord hear him? Jakin cleared his throat prepared to say the news again. “Lord Sesshomaru…” The servant spoke his lord’s name with reverence. In Jakin’s eyes his Lord Sesshomaru was nearer to the Gods.

Sesshomaru was still looking at the water. From his spot Jakin couldn’t tell if Sesshomaru’s golden eyes held any emotion to the news he just gave. Throughout their many years together sentient beings complained at Sesshomaru’s blankness. At the apparent lack of any expression in his face. Jakin, and few others, knew that most people were blind. Expression did not always come in the form of muscles working into smiles, frowns, and scowls. Expressions encompassed everything: the slump of the shoulders, the length of the neck, the tightness of the lips and jaw.

Given that Jakin believed his lord was very expressive.

 

“You can’t expect the wind to be a constant.” Sesshomaru stated as if he knew that Kagura was going to deflect to the enemy side. He didn’t particularly seem to care either. His posture was withdrawn, almost hunched. Jakin knew that posture well. Lord Sesshomaru took it often since he lost the precious things.

 

"Yes. But my Lord, that means you are the last of the true youkai in Japan!” Jakin nearly screamed. No time to worry about the past, the present is now.

 

“There is Ryuunosuke; the old lord of the south.”

 

“He is dead.”

 

“When?”

 

“Three days ago in Hiroshima.” Jakin said wondering how his lord hadn’t heard of the news; the news of a bomb that slew everything in the city of Hiroshima. All accounts said horrific things about the bomb. Sesshomaru turned around looking away from the glittering river. A river of glittering ruby danced in front of his eyes. His movements were slow.

 

“I can hear planes approaching.” Sesshomaru stated blandly. Jakin gulped seeing the stoic face his lord put on. Nothing was reflected in those golden eyes. Nothing showed on that long pale face. That nothing could not be hidden in the looseness of his hands. They gripped like someone tired of life. Sometimes Jakin wondered if his lord was underestimating the new technology that had sprung up around them. Radios, and cars; Phonographs, and bright loud bangs from cameras… all of these things seemed to make their abilities, the very essence of who they were, obsolete. Those noises were just as bad as the piles of human feces pushed through sewers and gutters of the cities in Sesshomaru’s mind. Shying away from the advancements made by humans was debilitating.

Jakin himself did not think of owning a radio. The only things on it were broadcasts about the war. He did not care for that dribble when he was living it. But he did carry a Nambu pistol. Allies offered weapons pistols, rifles, grenades… Demon skin was not so tough against these things. Sesshomaru would not let go of his swords though. They still shone by his side, and any dissenter who protested his swords felt their bite. Blaming his lord for these slights was unthinkable. Jakin understood in his own way. Sesshomaru was made to live for an eternity of constant, adapting to sudden changes was hard.

 

Sesshomaru looked to the sky passively. His shoulders rolled back. Long silver hair caught and curled under its own weight. The dramatic points of his ears tipped up just slightly as muscles that humans didn’t have worked in his body. He was in his alert stance.

 

“Enemy planes.”

 

“The youkai are after you! My Lord we must leave!” Jakin scrambled up closer to his lord’s side. He knew the pistol would be nothing against planes, but he pulled it anyways. Protection, even if inadequate always assisted in calming nerves.

 

“No it’s not the youkai. The human enemies are in the skies. You know this is a war among humans as well as youkai.” Sesshomaru looked board. His stance had withdrawn again. How he could tell the difference between the planes was completely unknown to Jakin, but he trusted that his lord knew far more than he ever could. He puzzled over it for only a moment. Did the humans use a different fuel source to power their aircraft? Or was it a difference in the very fine high pitched noise of engines many miles in the sky?

 

“Yes,” He finally responded, “although I don’t understand what the humans are fighting about.” Jakin said rubbing his temples. While the human inventions found usefulness in Jakin’s eyes their blabber still bored him. Sesshomaru was quiet. The demon’s eyes widened suddenly. He jerked his head to the sky, nostrils flaring and eyes wide. Whatever he was detecting was lost on the chubby man.

 

“Jakin run.”

 

“My Lord?” Jakin questioned wondering why his lord seemed so worried all of a sudden. His reaction was deemed to be too slow. Sesshomaru hoisted him up and raced in a full sprint away from the city center. The world blurred by them.

 

A deafening blast sounded in the ears of the two demons forcing blood, red and beautiful like the morning river, to trickle out of Sesshomaru’s pointed ears before a hot yellow light engulfed them completely.