Opposites
Title: Opposites
Author: Nikki Kiraga
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General, Romance, Angst, Drama
Warnings: N/A
AU/Canon: Canon
Pairing: Sango/Sesshoumaru
Words: 1,037
Summary: They were opposites, and maybe that wasn't a good thing.
Note: Written for
iy_no_kakera, Set 2, Theme 8, Difference. 1/100, SanSess.
I suppose that what they say in Kagome's time is true. "Opposites attract," the girl says. You and I couldn't be any more opposite. You're a demon, I'm a human. You hate humans, I kill youkai. I have brown hair, you have silver. You have beautiful, smoldering golden eyes, when mine are dull and brown. We're so different, but yet we're so alike.
We've both learned to overcome our hatred for the other species. We've both had problems with siblings. We're both warriors by nature. And both of us have finally found a reason to live.
I remember how you told me of before you met Rin, often questioning why you continued to wander aimlessly without purpose. You never really wanted the Tessaiga, you said, and never truly hated Inuyasha. My purpose was found with you. I had always planned to end my life after Kohaku was safe. He didn't need me, or so I thought.
I sigh in contentment, smiling up at you. I love to be held in your strong arms, it always makes me feels so, so safe. Not even Naraku would worry me while I'm in your arms. I melt when I see the beautiful smile on your usually stoic face. Though they were rare, they were so beautiful, and it always made me want to see them again and again. "Sesshoumaru, we really should be..."
You nod, understanding. We stand together, and you assist me in redressing. I'm supposed to look like a Lady for the meeting, and sit by your side like a good wife of a demon lord would. I've tried to get them to accept me, but they begrudge me too much. Many lords have fallen for making comments about your "ningen bitch", each one of them like a little cut in my heart. Perhaps we're too different.
You lead me to the special room, with a long table and many cushions laid in front of it, each spaced efficiently. I sit beside you, though back some, half-hiding behind your back and broad shoulders. I bow my head respectfully, and whisper my greetings to each lord who enters the room. I easily see the distaste for me in their eyes, and once again I take small cuts in my heart, one by one. I have to deal with it, though. I refuse to lose you. I love you too much, and I refuse to let the disdain these demon lords feel separate me from you.
Later that night, there is a party, in celebration of the Northern princess' birthday. Feeling lonely because my sister figure was torn from me, I quickly approach her, a smile on my face. "Princess," I acknowledge, bowing my head in respect to the demon woman in front of me. "I would like to wish you a happy birthday."
The girl looks at me, eyes showing contempt just as the lords' do. "Whatever, servant girl. What are you doing wearing a lady's kimono? And I expect you to bow to me properly, ningen."
At this I have to ball my hands up into fists so tightly my knuckles become white. She thought I was a servant? How dare she! You've rubbed off on me, my love, because I feel like killing the bitch right here, right now, whether it'd disgrace the West and you or not. But, I control myself. I smile once again, the shit-eating grin, as Inuyasha would have put it, most nobles have to plant so often. "Because I am a lady, princess. Lady Sango of the West, mate of the honorable and powerful Lord Sesshoumaru," I explain. I chuckle inwardly as her pale face goes even paler than usual. "Don't worry, many assume I'm a servant."
The princess quickly bows. "No, no! I'm very very sorry, Lady Sango! I didn't mean to insinuate that you were lower than I in any way!" I knew the girl feared for her father's life, and her own. I brought her upright, and we begun to talk. She seemed more afraid of me than respectful, though, and I excused myself.
Walking back to you, I sigh, speaking lowly. "Mistaken for a servant again," I murmur.
"Who dares?" you ask with a small smirk. I know you enjoy defending my honor, but too much blood has been shed over our union. I shake my head disapprovingly, and you nod in understanding, returning to your conversation with other lords.
Sighing, knowing that I'm very out of place in the room full of demons. I quietly excuse myself to you, and walk off into one of the many halls in the Palace of the Moon. I long to be around humans again, ones who don't fear me. Ones who won't assume that if they say a single word I dislike, their lives will be taken by their ruthless lord. Rin is one of the few now a days, but it's hard to truly talk to a child, even though she's slowly becoming a woman. Maybe we're just too different.
I head into our chambers. "I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru. It's too much. I've taken every look, every insult, every mistaken role too easily, too lightly. I can't take it anymore. I love you, I do. So much that it kills me to do this. I truly wish I wouldn't have to leave you, but it's not supposed to be. Don't come looking for me, please, because I've returned to my friends." After signing the short good-bye note, I quickly dress myself, in the old pink armor that was so obviously Taijiya, and the long ankle-length kimono that hid my true identity from demons. I retrieve my unused weapon, the Hiraikotsu, from the wall, and hold onto it as I fasten the strap over my body.
Swiftly, I leave, knowing with so many presences to feel, you won't realize I'm gone until I've gotten too far away. Kirara sees me, and bounds after me. She knows what I'm doing, and assists me by transforming as we get out the door. As she flies me off to Kaede's village, I choke on my own tears. I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru. But... we're opposites, and maybe that's not such a good thing after all.
Author: Nikki Kiraga
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General, Romance, Angst, Drama
Warnings: N/A
AU/Canon: Canon
Pairing: Sango/Sesshoumaru
Words: 1,037
Summary: They were opposites, and maybe that wasn't a good thing.
Note: Written for
iy_no_kakera, Set 2, Theme 8, Difference. 1/100, SanSess.
I suppose that what they say in Kagome's time is true. "Opposites attract," the girl says. You and I couldn't be any more opposite. You're a demon, I'm a human. You hate humans, I kill youkai. I have brown hair, you have silver. You have beautiful, smoldering golden eyes, when mine are dull and brown. We're so different, but yet we're so alike.
We've both learned to overcome our hatred for the other species. We've both had problems with siblings. We're both warriors by nature. And both of us have finally found a reason to live.
I remember how you told me of before you met Rin, often questioning why you continued to wander aimlessly without purpose. You never really wanted the Tessaiga, you said, and never truly hated Inuyasha. My purpose was found with you. I had always planned to end my life after Kohaku was safe. He didn't need me, or so I thought.
I sigh in contentment, smiling up at you. I love to be held in your strong arms, it always makes me feels so, so safe. Not even Naraku would worry me while I'm in your arms. I melt when I see the beautiful smile on your usually stoic face. Though they were rare, they were so beautiful, and it always made me want to see them again and again. "Sesshoumaru, we really should be..."
You nod, understanding. We stand together, and you assist me in redressing. I'm supposed to look like a Lady for the meeting, and sit by your side like a good wife of a demon lord would. I've tried to get them to accept me, but they begrudge me too much. Many lords have fallen for making comments about your "ningen bitch", each one of them like a little cut in my heart. Perhaps we're too different.
You lead me to the special room, with a long table and many cushions laid in front of it, each spaced efficiently. I sit beside you, though back some, half-hiding behind your back and broad shoulders. I bow my head respectfully, and whisper my greetings to each lord who enters the room. I easily see the distaste for me in their eyes, and once again I take small cuts in my heart, one by one. I have to deal with it, though. I refuse to lose you. I love you too much, and I refuse to let the disdain these demon lords feel separate me from you.
Later that night, there is a party, in celebration of the Northern princess' birthday. Feeling lonely because my sister figure was torn from me, I quickly approach her, a smile on my face. "Princess," I acknowledge, bowing my head in respect to the demon woman in front of me. "I would like to wish you a happy birthday."
The girl looks at me, eyes showing contempt just as the lords' do. "Whatever, servant girl. What are you doing wearing a lady's kimono? And I expect you to bow to me properly, ningen."
At this I have to ball my hands up into fists so tightly my knuckles become white. She thought I was a servant? How dare she! You've rubbed off on me, my love, because I feel like killing the bitch right here, right now, whether it'd disgrace the West and you or not. But, I control myself. I smile once again, the shit-eating grin, as Inuyasha would have put it, most nobles have to plant so often. "Because I am a lady, princess. Lady Sango of the West, mate of the honorable and powerful Lord Sesshoumaru," I explain. I chuckle inwardly as her pale face goes even paler than usual. "Don't worry, many assume I'm a servant."
The princess quickly bows. "No, no! I'm very very sorry, Lady Sango! I didn't mean to insinuate that you were lower than I in any way!" I knew the girl feared for her father's life, and her own. I brought her upright, and we begun to talk. She seemed more afraid of me than respectful, though, and I excused myself.
Walking back to you, I sigh, speaking lowly. "Mistaken for a servant again," I murmur.
"Who dares?" you ask with a small smirk. I know you enjoy defending my honor, but too much blood has been shed over our union. I shake my head disapprovingly, and you nod in understanding, returning to your conversation with other lords.
Sighing, knowing that I'm very out of place in the room full of demons. I quietly excuse myself to you, and walk off into one of the many halls in the Palace of the Moon. I long to be around humans again, ones who don't fear me. Ones who won't assume that if they say a single word I dislike, their lives will be taken by their ruthless lord. Rin is one of the few now a days, but it's hard to truly talk to a child, even though she's slowly becoming a woman. Maybe we're just too different.
I head into our chambers. "I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru. It's too much. I've taken every look, every insult, every mistaken role too easily, too lightly. I can't take it anymore. I love you, I do. So much that it kills me to do this. I truly wish I wouldn't have to leave you, but it's not supposed to be. Don't come looking for me, please, because I've returned to my friends." After signing the short good-bye note, I quickly dress myself, in the old pink armor that was so obviously Taijiya, and the long ankle-length kimono that hid my true identity from demons. I retrieve my unused weapon, the Hiraikotsu, from the wall, and hold onto it as I fasten the strap over my body.
Swiftly, I leave, knowing with so many presences to feel, you won't realize I'm gone until I've gotten too far away. Kirara sees me, and bounds after me. She knows what I'm doing, and assists me by transforming as we get out the door. As she flies me off to Kaede's village, I choke on my own tears. I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru. But... we're opposites, and maybe that's not such a good thing after all.