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sinful_lynxTitle: Greed
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for late in the manga/Final Act anime; 2nd person POV
Author Note: : D It's been a little while since I've written Inuyasha! Of course, it's my predictable stoic, Sesshoumaru-sama. Anyway, I've been reading lots of choose your own adventures, in second person POV, so I thought I'd try my hand at the POV. It's nice to change it up. Anyway, yay for Inu muse! ^^
Summary: It's inevitable.
Everything that is yours is destined to become his. You know this--it is how it's been since his conception. From the very beginning, you knew you'd have to share everything, no matter the age gap, no matter the hatred you display, no matter how much you deny it--it's inevitable.
The day he was born, he stole from you your father. As he lingered in the world instead of dying as he should have, he takes your resentment. There isn't a waking moment as that infant moves in his mother's arms that you don't feel anger and torment, knowing that your father is gone because he exists. Your father died for him... he died to protect him and his human mother and you're frustrated.
You ignored his pleas as grew. Ignored the fact he needed your help. If he cannot fend for himself, he's no good alive. How dare he disgrace the blood that once belonged solely to you? But you know, in the end, when he's gone to sleep, you'll rip those who dare helped disgrace that name with your own claws and let the miserable child sleep another night.
And then, it's happened. He's grown, fallen in love, been bound and then freed and while you loathe the fact that he was entrusted with your father's most precious secret, with his very tomb, you finally think that you've passed the test, that you've proven to your father how intelligent you've become, how grown you are as you pull it from that half-breed.
As quickly as it comes, your dreams and hopes for something that is purely yours, something that your father intended for you to have, are snatched away as he wields it. Not only does he take from you the fang of your father, he takes your arm and shatters your pride. For a moment, you're lost, angry, spiteful, but something's missing--and it isn't just your arm.
Still you move forward, make use of your talents, attempt to steal back what you believe is rightfully yours, using pretty words and threats to cover up things you don't wish to experience, the things you don't want anyone to know.
But slowly, your heart opens. The ice is chipped away by several people, but he is one of them. Learning of your father's intent, you realize you father's still protecting him from beyond the grave. You don't give Tenseiga a passing glance. He's the one with father's unwavering devotion, devotion that shouldn't have been anyone else's but yours.
You go to the depths of hell, you bare your heart in front of the woman you call mother, you risk your life to save a mortal child and all your effort is for naught. Again, he's stolen your hard work, stolen what is rightfully yours, a technique that you earned and perfected, a technique birthed from a pang of compassion, perhaps something more for someone's demise--someone you couldn't save and caused an unpleasant twisting in your heart.
It happens. Something inside you snaps. You don't want it anymore. You don't want what he has, you don't want what you don't have, you don't wish to rely on your father any longer. You're grown--it's time you moved on and set about the empire that belongs to you and when that happens... you regain all that you lost.
You regain the arm stolen from you for your greed.
You are reminded of Tenseiga's protection, your father's protection.
And then, you're given something else. You're given your Rite of Passage, something born of you letting go of everything--your regret, your resentment, your greed--and it's yours. It's yours alone, a test that you passed. Bakusaiga sings with your blood and your desire.
You never hated Inuyasha.
You never wanted to kill him.
You only wanted what he had, what you thought was rightfully yours.
You were jealous.
But now you've grown. You've become a great demon.
I'm proud of you, Sesshoumaru...
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for late in the manga/Final Act anime; 2nd person POV
Author Note: : D It's been a little while since I've written Inuyasha! Of course, it's my predictable stoic, Sesshoumaru-sama. Anyway, I've been reading lots of choose your own adventures, in second person POV, so I thought I'd try my hand at the POV. It's nice to change it up. Anyway, yay for Inu muse! ^^
Summary: It's inevitable.
Everything that is yours is destined to become his. You know this--it is how it's been since his conception. From the very beginning, you knew you'd have to share everything, no matter the age gap, no matter the hatred you display, no matter how much you deny it--it's inevitable.
The day he was born, he stole from you your father. As he lingered in the world instead of dying as he should have, he takes your resentment. There isn't a waking moment as that infant moves in his mother's arms that you don't feel anger and torment, knowing that your father is gone because he exists. Your father died for him... he died to protect him and his human mother and you're frustrated.
You ignored his pleas as grew. Ignored the fact he needed your help. If he cannot fend for himself, he's no good alive. How dare he disgrace the blood that once belonged solely to you? But you know, in the end, when he's gone to sleep, you'll rip those who dare helped disgrace that name with your own claws and let the miserable child sleep another night.
And then, it's happened. He's grown, fallen in love, been bound and then freed and while you loathe the fact that he was entrusted with your father's most precious secret, with his very tomb, you finally think that you've passed the test, that you've proven to your father how intelligent you've become, how grown you are as you pull it from that half-breed.
As quickly as it comes, your dreams and hopes for something that is purely yours, something that your father intended for you to have, are snatched away as he wields it. Not only does he take from you the fang of your father, he takes your arm and shatters your pride. For a moment, you're lost, angry, spiteful, but something's missing--and it isn't just your arm.
Still you move forward, make use of your talents, attempt to steal back what you believe is rightfully yours, using pretty words and threats to cover up things you don't wish to experience, the things you don't want anyone to know.
But slowly, your heart opens. The ice is chipped away by several people, but he is one of them. Learning of your father's intent, you realize you father's still protecting him from beyond the grave. You don't give Tenseiga a passing glance. He's the one with father's unwavering devotion, devotion that shouldn't have been anyone else's but yours.
You go to the depths of hell, you bare your heart in front of the woman you call mother, you risk your life to save a mortal child and all your effort is for naught. Again, he's stolen your hard work, stolen what is rightfully yours, a technique that you earned and perfected, a technique birthed from a pang of compassion, perhaps something more for someone's demise--someone you couldn't save and caused an unpleasant twisting in your heart.
It happens. Something inside you snaps. You don't want it anymore. You don't want what he has, you don't want what you don't have, you don't wish to rely on your father any longer. You're grown--it's time you moved on and set about the empire that belongs to you and when that happens... you regain all that you lost.
You regain the arm stolen from you for your greed.
You are reminded of Tenseiga's protection, your father's protection.
And then, you're given something else. You're given your Rite of Passage, something born of you letting go of everything--your regret, your resentment, your greed--and it's yours. It's yours alone, a test that you passed. Bakusaiga sings with your blood and your desire.
You never hated Inuyasha.
You never wanted to kill him.
You only wanted what he had, what you thought was rightfully yours.
You were jealous.
But now you've grown. You've become a great demon.
I'm proud of you, Sesshoumaru...
