unrequited (3)

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Stay away, stupid! She warned. Her fierce eyes brimmed with unshed tears and shining protection, all for his bastard half-brother.

Something tight coiled in his chest at the sight of her protective hovering over the unconscious hanyō’s body, like a threatened cobra readying to spring itself to launch its attack. It was enough to stop his approach.

Inuyasha. The one who had everything and nothing all at once.

He had their father’s love, their father’s sword, and now…

He had the miko’s affection.

He realized the last bit of information did not sit well, for reasons unbeknownst to him.

Though calm in appearance, he reeled on the inside as he offered her an olive branch—a peace offering to not completely sully his image in her eyes any further. He bestowed her his wisdom, on how to protect Inuyasha from losing himself to his demon blood. The thought and action perplexed and annoyed him, but he trudged on, nonetheless.

As he turned to walk away from him, from them, he is nearly overwhelmed by the compelling need to erase the scene from his memory.

But one question continually burned and nagged at him, quieting all the others, soiling his mood further.

How did the hanyō befall such fortune?

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i forgot which episode this is from, but it sure left a lasting impression on me.

unrequited

Part 2 | Part 3

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He first met her when she was fifteen. A goddess in the guise of a blossoming teen.

Deep in the underbelly of his father’s remains, she was quite the sight. Apart from her strangely revealing attire and even stranger mannerism, her bright face showcased fear, hope and blazing determination. Pulling out his father’s sword with steadfast ability—a feat even his half-human brother, the supposed wielder of the famed fang, couldn’t accomplish.

Unaware of the danger before her. Pointing his father’s sword at him. Defying him against all odds.

So foolish. So characteristically human.

Yet, so unafraid.

Don’t come near me or I’ll kill you!

She marked her target that day, straight through his near impenetrable armor. A bullseye right in the muscle that nestled beneath his rib cage. A flutter, a tiny skip in his normally steady, strong, beating heart—casting her spell and stopping him dead in his tracks, mid-strike.

Perplexed by her action and his visceral reaction, he couldn’t count with one hand how many times he had been caught off-guard, the way she tilted him off his axis in a heartbeat...

Because she was the first to do so.

He meant what he said in the tomb when his half-brother pleaded to keep her uninvolved, about not letting her go. At the time, he meant capturing her for interfering with the fight, for easily claiming what was supposed to be his birthright, what was rightfully his…

But like the epicenter of an earthquake, he was unprepared for the seismic rupture and subsequent ripple effect of unfamiliar emotions that would hit him later on; her effect on him transcending time itself.

Just…who are you? What are you?

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LMAO back at my bs for one day. Don’t mind me, just spewing raw, unedited Sesshomaru-POV SessKag thoughts after rewatching episodes 5-7...basically the point where I said ‘oh hey. Say bye to dog boy, and hello to his older brother.’