Week 149: Peek/Peak
Title: Dissatisfaction
Author: britedark
Universe: canon
Genre: Introspection/Family
Word Count: 247
Warnings: none
Summary: After the final battle, Sesshomaru is less than satisfied...
Author's Note: This will be added to the Ice & Steel collection.
Dissatisfaction
Sesshomaru stood on the peak of the mountain, watching the sinking, sickle moon. He had sung from this peak often, but felt no urge tonight.
He felt ... dissatisfaction.
Naraku was dead. Baikusaiga had dealt the fatal blow. The excrescence that had threatened Rin, and grandiosely thought he could absorb Sesshomaru, or destroy him, had died.
But, he felt neither satisfaction nor triumph.
Maybe, it was that the victory wasn’t solely his. He was unused to that concept--of fighting alongside anyone, especially non-youkai. Not that his putative battle companions were unworthy: for humans and hanyo, they had been both courageous and strong. But, while only he had been able to defeat Magatsuhi, could he truly claim that the others had not played vital roles in defeating Naraku?
He could live with the result, he supposed. An interesting experience, unlikely to repeat.
He had nothing to feel dissatisfied about. Except ...
Inuyasha had vanished into his own meidou, striving to follow and rescue the human woman he loved. Inuyasha had chosen to risk everything on the faint chance of saving her.
Sesshomaru felt a sinking dismay: he doubted he would ever see his half-brother again.
And he could not have stopped him, anymore that he could have stopped his father from rescuing Izayoi.
He didn't understand. What was this feeling that drove father and son alike to risk, even give their lives to try to save another? Would he one day feel so compelled?
Surely not.
Ridiculous.
Author: britedark
Universe: canon
Genre: Introspection/Family
Word Count: 247
Warnings: none
Summary: After the final battle, Sesshomaru is less than satisfied...
Author's Note: This will be added to the Ice & Steel collection.
Dissatisfaction
Sesshomaru stood on the peak of the mountain, watching the sinking, sickle moon. He had sung from this peak often, but felt no urge tonight.
He felt ... dissatisfaction.
Naraku was dead. Baikusaiga had dealt the fatal blow. The excrescence that had threatened Rin, and grandiosely thought he could absorb Sesshomaru, or destroy him, had died.
But, he felt neither satisfaction nor triumph.
Maybe, it was that the victory wasn’t solely his. He was unused to that concept--of fighting alongside anyone, especially non-youkai. Not that his putative battle companions were unworthy: for humans and hanyo, they had been both courageous and strong. But, while only he had been able to defeat Magatsuhi, could he truly claim that the others had not played vital roles in defeating Naraku?
He could live with the result, he supposed. An interesting experience, unlikely to repeat.
He had nothing to feel dissatisfied about. Except ...
Inuyasha had vanished into his own meidou, striving to follow and rescue the human woman he loved. Inuyasha had chosen to risk everything on the faint chance of saving her.
Sesshomaru felt a sinking dismay: he doubted he would ever see his half-brother again.
And he could not have stopped him, anymore that he could have stopped his father from rescuing Izayoi.
He didn't understand. What was this feeling that drove father and son alike to risk, even give their lives to try to save another? Would he one day feel so compelled?
Surely not.
Ridiculous.