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- I imagine that Sesshomaru stays out of the human world at large, but lingers by in rural areas. Either because he hasn’t entirely warmed up to people yet; or because he is rather overwhelmed with how fast they are developing.
- He would be that rumoured hermit that lives near the ruins of the shrines that no one dares to get near to and of whom no one in the village is sure he really exists.
- You are a city girl, but you spend your summers with your grandparents; playing in the fields, enjoying the old shrines and the likes.
- Sometimes you can swear you can feel eyes following you. Some are curious, others are mischievous followed with a giggle. Some are in contempt, however but they never attack as there is always one presence watching over you as if guarding you.
- It is sometime at the age of eight while you are chasing after a butterfly near the old shrine that you get into an accident.
- You could have sworn you could hear a baby cry; so out you went to look to help it. However, before you knew it you were tumbling down a hill.
- What happened afterwards you don’t know. You remember a flash of white, the smell of musk and smooth silky hair tickling you along with soft fur.
- After that you aren’t allowed to go out by yourself for a while. Neither do your parents want you near the shrines again.
- When you try to ask about who saved you your parents dismiss you, saying that you were found unconscious near a boulder.
- Your grandmother lets you in on a secret; there is a demon living near the shrine that has a weak spot for children. She was saved by it as well; once upon a time when she was a young girl.
- You forget about the whole incident as you grow older. When you’re in college you hop over to your grandparents to wind down from the semester.
- Your grandmother sends you on an errand; to deliver a package to the hermit’s place.
- The place is near the shrines where you had your accident. Once more you can hear a baby crying and again your senses are tickled and you go out to investigate.
- “Haven’t you learned?” a voice halts you, a little grumpy, but otherwise well intended.
- Jumping up you turn around, shocked to find a man with long white hair and looking as if he didn’t quite belong to the world. Immediately a feeling of déjà vu hits you.
- “Learned what?” you ask, rather dumbly, but you have a feeling what it is about.
- “That is an ogre, luring you in to eat you up,” the man explains impatiently and looks at what you’re holding, he seems to recognise your grandmother’s napkin.
- “My grandmother wanted me to deliver this to Sesshomaru,” you explain noticing his look.
- “You’re [grandmother’s name]’s granddaughter,” he answers, extending his hand for the package surprising the both of you.
- “Typical, both your grandmother and you fall for the same trick,” he sneers at you. “No sense of self-preservation,” he continues with a huff, but you can hear a slight warmth, as if recalling a fond memory.
- You hadn’t expected Sesshomaru to be so young. Or looking so young. Or that your saviour all these years ago was seemingly around your age.
- Intrigued by what he said you start to come by regularly. You start to learn about the world of spirits and demons and that Sesshomaru is a demon himself.
- A fact that you find oddly enough easy to accept. Especially when your grandmother smiles mysteriously at you when you ask her about it.
- “I happen to have an essay on Japanese mythology,” you exclaim, using Sesshomaru as a source for all of your myths and legends. It is a nice excuse to spend more time with him.
- He doesn’t really question your frequent visits anymore, though he is relieved you didn’t go around inviting more people over.
- He appreciates your presence even if he doesn’t express himself so. Your constant blabber and questions reminds him of a certain human he had grown fond of before.