Into the Darkness, In Love with the Light by Marimay

Mirror

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

Mirror

Darkness….that was all that surrounded his heart.  He killed without a care in the world, devoured and mutilated his enemies without an ounce of remorse or pity in his body.  He was raised as the killing perfection and was a master at it.  They know him as the aristocratic assassin, the man who could kill within the millisecond….. His most famous title was the Lord of the Western Lands.

Sesshoumaru stood in front of the mirror in his grand rooms at his pristine castle that rested inside of a mountain by a cliff that was greeted by the roaring ocean.  He studied himself for a moment.  His boots were so clean that they shined.  His pants and hakama were clean to a crisp.  His armor polished of the previous blood of his enemies while his moko-moko rested on his shoulders.   His elegant white hair was tied up to keep it from getting sullied with blood that was not worthy.  Resting on his hip were his twin swords…the Tensaiga and Tetsusaiga.

He started to think about today’s events….  Today was the day he was going to the village that owed him a debt.  Today was the day he was going to go and claim the female sacrifice he would use to release his stress.  Today was also the day he was going to finish the war with the Southern Lord, Matsuki. 

His reflection mocked him… He was the killing perfection, the merciless killer, the demon who hated humans, and even more than that…hanyous.   His reflection betrayed him.  His tall muscular built, wide shoulders, a masculine angled nose, and his cold and calculated eyes all mocked him.  People were only supposed to fear him!  Not lust after his person or admire his body!  It was an insult to his honor and pride as a dominating inu demon!

Sesshoumaru continued to stare at the mirror before anger over roared him.  A loud smash was heard within the western wing of the castle.  Within the master bedroom glass was everywhere…  Sesshoumaru still stood in front of the mirror, his hand clenched in a fist while it dripped with blood…  Looking at his reflection again, a large crack was split down the middle of his reflection.  His face carried a frightening smirk that meant death was awaiting anyone who crossed him.  Pivoting on his foot, the wound on his hand already healed, Sesshoumaru made his way to claim his stress relief toy with only on thought on his mind…

I really despise mirrors…