Title. Dispassionate Observer
Genre. Angsty Introspective / Adventure
Word count. 300
Summary. Sesshoumaru is determined to feel nothing for a certain miko, no matter what the provocation.
Author's Note. My first post here. *waves* (Hope I did everything right and that this take on the pairing is welcome. Sesshoumaru-in-denial is my favorite flavor.)
Shall I say she is worthy in battle when I cannot mean it? Shall I acknowledge at least that I admire her determination? Perhaps I might commend her for staying alive. None of these press upon me, however. Thoughts of her flow through me, swiftly and easily, like the breeze through my hair. There is a fleeting pleasure, so long as the wind does not rise and demand response. From cliff's edge I watch the conflict, a dispassionate observer. That is all I need be.
The demon which the little band fights is absurd, its rage blind and its soul power-swelled by the jewel shard it has ingested. Slimy and foul-smelling, it is little more than an oversized snake. My bastard brother launches himself at the enemy, his attacks rash and luck-driven. Had he even a trace of breeding, he would know to slow and plan his strikes. He would aim both his life and his assaults properly, effectively. Instead, his efforts are ill-considered and shameful to watch for one of my stature.
The beast lashes its tail and catches him unaware, flinging him into the monk while the slayer mounts the neko and takes to the sky. I wonder how the hanyou can share my father's blood, especially as he leaves the female unguarded. Fool is too generous a word.
I gaze on, listening as she calls his name, her voice high and grating. The towering giant lunges at her with gaping, poisonous jaws. Unbidden, my hands ball into fists. Is it her peril that pains me, or the knowledge that I wish to rescue her? I force my fingers to uncurl and turn from the scene. Inuyasha will save her or he will not. The miko's fate cannot—will not—matter to the Lord of the Western Lands.