Resolving Mistakes
Sep. 18th, 2010 06:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pc32_fics‘Oh, Kami-sama…’ The Inu no Taisho wished he could close his nose to the scent. ‘It will be a hanyou.’
She’d been a dalliance, really. His mate was too concerned with Sesshoumaru (‘the spoiled brat!’) to see to his needs, so he’d taken them elsewhere.
Now he faced the castle he was about to storm: the castle protecting the woman carrying his hanyou child. ‘Damn.’
‘My blood will be too strong for a hanyou to handle,’ the Inu no Taisho considered. ‘And it will be hated by both youkai and human alike; too strong and frightening for humans, too weak for youkai.’ The Inu no Taisho didn't see it that way... though he saw an innocent child, he knew others thought differently.
His hand strayed to the hilts at his side. It’d taken him many years to master the Tenseiga and Tetsusaiga; lately, he’d been wondering what he would leave as a birthright for his elder son.
‘Two swords for two children – that solves the problem nicely,’ he thought. Then his eyes narrowed. ‘But which gets which?’
He decided, ‘Sesshoumaru has been far too murderous as of late. He must learn compassion to be a great warrior. Tetsusaiga is the original sword and will help seal the hanyou’s blood… as well as keep the child safe.’
Sesshoumaru was going to be pissed: a hanyou sibling receiving what he saw as his inheritance.
‘Ah well,’ he thought, ‘I am a warrior... hopefully I will be dead when it comes to blows.’
She’d been a dalliance, really. His mate was too concerned with Sesshoumaru (‘the spoiled brat!’) to see to his needs, so he’d taken them elsewhere.
Now he faced the castle he was about to storm: the castle protecting the woman carrying his hanyou child. ‘Damn.’
‘My blood will be too strong for a hanyou to handle,’ the Inu no Taisho considered. ‘And it will be hated by both youkai and human alike; too strong and frightening for humans, too weak for youkai.’ The Inu no Taisho didn't see it that way... though he saw an innocent child, he knew others thought differently.
His hand strayed to the hilts at his side. It’d taken him many years to master the Tenseiga and Tetsusaiga; lately, he’d been wondering what he would leave as a birthright for his elder son.
‘Two swords for two children – that solves the problem nicely,’ he thought. Then his eyes narrowed. ‘But which gets which?’
He decided, ‘Sesshoumaru has been far too murderous as of late. He must learn compassion to be a great warrior. Tetsusaiga is the original sword and will help seal the hanyou’s blood… as well as keep the child safe.’
Sesshoumaru was going to be pissed: a hanyou sibling receiving what he saw as his inheritance.
‘Ah well,’ he thought, ‘I am a warrior... hopefully I will be dead when it comes to blows.’
