unrequited by elevenharbor

Chapter 1

A/N: One day I had an itch to rewatch Inuyasha and well...5 episodes later, I am back at my bs, spewing raw, unedited Sesshomaru-POV SessKag thoughts. So this started out on Tumblr as a post of random thoughts. Because I haven't written anything in forever, I figured to give it a try. Each entry is after an episode...or three.

don't really know where I'm going with this. But hey, whatever. I'm enjoying myself. It's all that matters, right? ¯_(ツ)_/¯

*update* 5 years later...this is technically complete, but just have to work on the gifs. I revised the first few chapters and will post the rest soon. Added the episodes where each chapter is derived from. So if I missed any other SessKag interactions, let me know in the comments! Thanks for reading <3

inspo: Ep. 6 "Tetsusaiga, the Phantom Sword" & Ep. 7 "Showdown! Inuyasha vs. Sesshomaru!"

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I.

He first met her when she was fifteen—a fragile, baffling creature thrust into the grim underbelly of his father’s grave.

Clad in the bizarre, revealing garments of an unknown world, she was a profound disruption to his flawless eternity. Her bright face held a volatile mixture of fear, hope, and blazing determination as she did what the pathetic hanyō could not: drawing the fabled fang from its bone pedestal with effortless ease.

Unaware of the formidable daiyōkai standing before her. Pointing his own father’s blade at his throat. Defying him against all cosmic law.

So foolish. So characteristically human.

Yet, so entirely unafraid.

“Don’t come near me or I’ll kill you!”

She marked her target that day, clean through his near-impenetrable armor. A bullseye straight into the steady, ancient muscle beneath his ribs. A sudden, unbidden hesitation—a microscopic skip in his normally unshakeable composure that stopped his hand mid-strike.

Perplexed by her defiance and his own visceral reaction, he could not fathom how a mere mortal could tilt him off his axis in a single heartbeat.…

Because she was the first to do so.

When his half-brother desperately barked to leave her out of it—that she was only human—Sesshōmaru had delivered a cold mandate of war.

“She drew the Tetsusaiga. I cannot let her go.”

At the time, it was a promise of execution. She had laid hands on his birthright; she had to be neutralized. But he was entirely unprepared for the seismic rupture that would hit him later. He thought he was locking her into a trap of his own making, completely unaware that his own words had sealed his fate instead.

An uninvited fascination. A sharp ripple of curiosity that would transcend time itself.

Just…who are you? What are you?

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