Precious by Dragon'sPassion
How It All Began
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Subject Line: How It All Began by Dragon’sPassion [Spectrum Challenge]
Title: How It All Began
Author: Dragon’sPassion
Prompt: Spectrum Challenge- Red.
Genre: Romance
AU/CU: Canon Universe
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Word Count: 811
A/N: I’ve wanted to this challenge for months now; I guess you can say that I didn’t have confidence to attempt it. Well that was then and this is now. I hope you enjoy.
Summary: Sesshomaru has finally come to terms with the truth.
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How It All Began
It had taken him many long years to get to this point in his ridiculously long life. He had started off as a power hungry demon that cared little to nothing about anything but his goal of supreme conquest; then as if by fate’s hand, things changed. There had been a very long period in his life where he had believed humans to be dishonorable and disgusting being; his hatred for them having stemmed from his father’s betrayal.
That was when life had deemed it necessary to force his first change onto him. With the arrival of his little daughter Rin, though, he began to see that not all humans were a waste of time, breath, and space. Without realizing it, his cold and hard heart had begun to thaw and his perception of many things in life began to alter.
Then by some miracle, she captured his attention. He wasn’t sure how it had started much less when, but what he knew for certain was that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was odd, different; rare. Her mannerisms, beliefs, and odd dress set her apart from the rest of her kind. Yet, it was her kindness, unwavering loyalty, divine scent, and strangely enough, her blue eyes that had millions of questions running through his mind on a daily basis.
He had watched her from afar for years, trying to understand her without interacting; trying to see what was so darn special about the girl that he would lower himself to such a position as the one he was in now. So far, every time he did so, he was left with more and more questions, especially where his baka of a half-brother and his dead miko were concerned. He had even gone so far as to save her life and those of her friends at some point in time.
The months had passed, quickly followed by years and he eventually found his respect the strange onna increasing. He had begun to admire and appreciate her characteristics and made a point to ask that she teach them to Rin. Then two short months after their agreement, she had bravely approached him and asked for his assistance in the hunt for Naraku to which he surprisingly agreed.
The packs had joined and with their union, he had begun to train the miko as an excuse to figure her out without the interruption of the others. Those training sessions soon became pleasant conversations of anything their intelligent minds could come up with , then they gradually developed into personal discussions. The nature of their relationship changed along with the nature of their conversation. As their talks became more and more intimate, he came to realize that so did they.
It wasn’t until the after math of the final battle with Naraku that the truth hit him like a ton of hot bricks. The joy of the hard earned victory had been short lived as everyone suddenly noticed the lack of a certain someone amongst their injured group. Looking around, they had all panicked when they saw that Kagome was nowhere to be seen.
They looked around them at the sea of dead bodies that littered the ground and knew that she was there somewhere, buried underneath all that gory mess. They scattered, desperately calling out her name to which no response was heard.
At the time, Sesshomaru had never been more grateful for his powerful sense of smell. He could easily single out her distinctly scented blood from the rest and he tracked her down. When he saw her broken and bloodied body, however, his heart stopped. It was than at that moment that he knew. Oh how he knew.
He had, of course, shoved that sudden truth to the side for later thought before he gathered her close. Informing her pack mates of where he was going, he quickly orbed her to the resident miko of Edo village. It was during those long weeks of watching her recover that he finally came to terms with the fact that he had fallen hopelessly in love with the miko Kagome. He had resisted the urge to sigh as the thought of his infamous father laughing at his expense from deep within his grave.
All of this, of course, led him to this present moment in time. Golden eyes stared intently at the beautiful young woman that had captured his heart without even trying. As he watched her red kimono clad form run after her kit and his ward, he came to one conclusion; he wanted her for his own.
The gears in his head turned as he thought of the best way to ask for her permission to court her. The shiny glint of the demon slayer’s wedding band caught his eye and with a carefully concealed smile, he thought, ‘Perfect.’
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A/N: All done!