Bingo: Prompt, Finger's Crossed by Millencolin "Finger's Crossed"
Songfic written for inusongfics
Prompt: Finger's Crossed by Millencolin
Song: Finger's Crossed by Millencolin
Pairing: Light Inu/Kags, No real pairing
Warnings: Some mild language
I always knew you were a keeper
Maybe not exactly from day one
Guess I never wanted it to be overdone
And even though you are a sleeper
Well, to me that's never been a crime
And after all you woke up in time
He had been sleeping for a long time now. Close to fifty years by Sesshoumaru’s last tally. To a demon this time was nothing and it had passed quickly for him with the thoughts of his half brother lying still at the back of his mind. They were there, sure enough, but they were not what he was prone to thinking about as he passed from year to year. There was no use in thinking about something that could not be changed after all. With all his powers and knowledge, there were still some things he was incapable of doing and removing a sacred arrow was one of them, and so he was forced to wait for the day when the right person would come along and the arrow would be removed and his half brother would return to the world of the living for good.
Time was not something Sesshoumaru truly understood. He knew that the sun rose in the mornings and set again in the evenings. He knew that the humans would keep their little calendars and mark away the days of their lives, always moving towards their unfortunate endings. To him, however, time was nothing more than a passing annoyance. It made him wait for things that he should have already had. It made him hold back when he wanted to just reach out and take.
It made him learn a patience that he never wished to possess.
But he had made his peace with time’s slow march eons ago, and he knew that what he wanted would come when it was supposed to come and no amount of desperately reaching into the future was going to change that. Besides, what was fifty years when one has lived for over seven hundred? And so he waited for the day when his brother would wake up and their destinies could be fulfilled.
And then when that day finally came around and he could smell his long lost brother’s scent on the wind for the first time in ages, he lost all the patience he had been forced to collect over his long life. He leapt out with claws extended, ready to rip and rend to get what he wanted because he was, after all, the strongest demon of the age. What did this little whelp who had been unconscious for so damned long know about the problems and ways of the world? He didn’t deserve the air he breathed much less the sword that had the power to end the struggle over evil once and for all.
But he had been defeated then, not by his brother but by his own father, a man who had known that Sesshoumaru would not want to wait the way the stars had foretold. He had been forced to retreat and lick his wounds and try again, all the while worrying at the back of his mind that things had been left to too late. Fifty years which was nothing to him, was everything to the threads of fate, and he had learned from experience that they would not wait for anything.
It wouldn’t be until years later when he was standing on a field of battle side by side with the ones he proclaimed to hate because of their obvious weaknesses that he would come to see that they had never been running late. Fate, while rushing onwards regardless of what the living beings it governed wanted, knew what it was doing. Fifty years, which had seemed so short and then so long had in actuality been just right.
And so he forgave.
So now you're back on your feet again
Now you're back to compete with men
Now you're back and it took some time
To get from misery to prime
Now you're back onto change the world
Now you're back and I say : Go, Girl!
Now you're back and you do just fine
`Coz after rainy days the sun will shine
He hadn’t been in his prime when he had first awakened and that had worried Sesshoumaru even more so than the time that had passed. How were they supposed to win when the person who was destined to lead them was weaker than a five year old demon? He fought with every ounce of strength he had because to just fall by the wayside was not his way. A part of him knew that it would take time, but the other part was terrified that there wouldn’t be enough time to go around.
And so when he realized that he was not going to be able to take over and do the job on his terms, he had turned to pushing his brother at every opportunity. Pushing him to become better. Taunting him until the rage swirled through his amber eyes. Staring down at him as though he were nothing more than dirt on the tip of his shoe.
Granted, they had never been the best of brothers to begin with. There was too much hurt and pain in the background to allow a steady relationship. There were too many things that had been said and done before his brother had even been born to make it so that they could be anything other than passing acquaintances or even soldiers fighting together when the world was going to shit around them.
But back then Sesshoumaru had merely avoided the issue. When they had been forced to meet for one reason or another, he had treated his brother as though he didn’t exist at all. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something that was going to happen regardless. You don’t just go up to a demon as ask them nicely to accept a sibling that was viewed as having no worth to society, not when you were in a position of power, but he had known even then that there was something more to the little brother than a mild inconvenience.
Back then he hadn’t done anything to tip the scales either way, but this time around he found himself drawn to his half brother and he struggled to point the younger boy in the right direction. He fought with himself to continue to fight him even when it seemed as though nothing he was doing was making a dent. He kept telling himself it was for the good of the world, for the good of his people as well as those who he normally scorned for being weaker. In the end, it did no one any good if all perished.
And so he continued on his new path while still waiting patiently, and not so patiently in turns, for the day to be ripe and for the hammer to finally fall.
And he waited to be forgiven.
I know I've been part of reasons
Why you sometimes felt so sore
And I'm sorry I didn't give you more
But now you're heading better seasons
And your mom she's watching you
From above with fingers crossed for everything you do
It hurt him sometimes when he saw the way his brother was struggling to get his balance in a world that had rapidly left him behind. There were times when he had hesitated and weighed the thought of what he was standing to lose and what he was certain to gain when he found himself on the opposite side of the battle than his brother. His brother had been wounded a number of times because, even though he had told himself he would, he couldn’t bring himself to pull his punches. But yet he didn’t die. Neither of them did.
It was like a large stalemate in which neither one could gain the upper hand and sometimes he felt guilty because he knew why he was pushing so hard and his brother did not. But in his ignorance, he was allowed to keep his guard up and he was allowed to fight as though there wouldn’t be a tomorrow if he did not triumph today, and that was the gift Sesshoumaru had been trying so hard to give.
It was not accepted in the way most gifts were; with appreciate and thank yous. It was not accepted in the petulant way of a child who has been given something he did not ask for in the stead of something he has been dreaming of. He was met with the determination and maturity of man in those times when they had come to blows as equals. Even though he worried every other day of the year, those few times when their blades crossed and his half brother took like for like were the only moments of peace he could get.
Looking up at the sky at night he knew that the woman he hated so very much was looking down from heavens and was watching out for her son in a way that his own mother could not. He couldn’t say whose life was right. He couldn’t say for sure that when he was in hell he would regret what he had done to put himself there. It was just the way of the world. There was no redemption for the wicked.
But for the pure, like his brother’s mother, there was eternal peace, of this he was certain and that made him hate her all the more. That she would get the privilege of looking down and watching after her loved ones while his own mother and father languished in the fires of hell. It didn’t seem fair, but once again, that was just the way of the world and there was nothing that could be done about it while the jewel continued to exist.
He wondered what it must feel like to look up at the night sky and know that there is someone up there who loves you and who will be waiting for you with open arms when the times comes. He would never know, and even though he knew that should make his heart swell with its usual bitterness, it didn’t. There were a lot of things in this world that his half brother didn’t deserve, but this… This was not one of them.
And so he continued to forgive.
So now you're back on your feet again
Now you're back to compete with men
Now you're back and it took some time
To get from misery to prime
Now you're back onto change the world
Now you're back and I say : Go, Girl!
Now you're back and you do just fine
So don't resign
`Coz after rainy days the sun will shine
It had taken time, but they finally gathered together to stare into the face of the ultimate evil for the last time. Only one side was coming out of this battle alive. The only way to live was to win, and even then there were no guarantees. Kill or be killed was more than just the way of the world now.
It was the only option left.
And so the battle raged on with Sesshoumaru’s brother at the center of it. For the first ever he was at his brother’s back and the half demon wasn’t turning around every five seconds in fear for his life. For the first time ever he was trusted to protect and to look out for the greater good instead of his own desires.
Little did the half demon know, but Sesshoumaru’d had his back a long time ago, back when the arrow that had pierced his heart had been removed and he had been tasked with learning how to walk in this world all over again.
And the beast at the center of all their turmoil finally breathed its last breath and they all relaxed.
But then there was another moment of heartbreak. The jewel ceased to exist, its demise brought about by the wish of peace from the priestess from the future and Sesshoumaru watched on behind a blank face as his brother had to say goodbye to the woman he had come to love. He knew that they would meet again someday. He knew his brother knew, but that didn’t stop the pain from hurting any less.
There would come to be a world in which demons hid in the background and the humans went about their daily lives as though they were the ones in charge of the universe. There would come a time in which machines ruled the world and people prayed for peace more so than war and power. They would reach that point someday, five hundred years in the future and then his half brother could be with the woman he loved for as long as time would allow.
It was only a matter of living until that point.
Besides, as Sesshoumaru well knew, time could pass just as quickly as you make it pass. You can easily drift through the ages waiting for something to come to pass. It was never as simple as waking up after a five hundred year nap, but it wasn’t as hard as it seemed.
And when he said this to his half brother he felt the walls between them falling into rubble, and the distance that had always separated them closed in a flash.
Yes, there was going to be a future in which they weren’t going to fit in the way they were presently. They were going to have to change and adapt to a time in which they didn’t belong. They were going to have to hide and live in fear of the consequences of being found out because with all their supernatural powers they could not defeat guns and bombs and all other manner of weaponry the humans could think up to protect themselves.
Five hundred years could be a stretch of time so long that you are driven insane from the wait, or it could pass as if in the blink of an eye because time is only what you make it.
And so he was forgiven.
It doesn't matter what others say
Even those you call friends
Don't leave it out for another day
This might be your big chance
Five hundred years passed just as quickly for Sesshoumaru as they did for his younger brother. The world changed just as they knew it would. Magics were developed to combat the human’s weapons, and they all failed, just as Sesshoumaru had known they would. And then the magic was turned to a more useful enterprise: Concealment.
The humans were bound and determined to wipe out their race, and they were probably right to hope to do so. There was nothing cute and cuddly about a demon. Most would rather kill a human that look at it. This extermination had been brought about by their own hands and the ones with the foresight to realize what a destructive path they had been walking used these new magics to hide themselves amongst the humans in order to survive.
And then came the day in which Sesshoumaru’s brother could be reunited with his true love.
They had stood together on a rooftop far away from the shrine that had come to mean everything to them over the long years. The shrine had brought them their savior and he brought his brother the woman he was destined to spend the rest of the years of his life with.
Sesshoumaru looked up at that stars above him and he knew that once again Inuyasha’s mother was watching over him. He knew someday Inuyasha would be up there, too, with her and with this new woman who had given him something to live for in a time where hope was a foreign word. Fifty years was not a long time to demons, but in about that long Inuyasha would be gone from this world and Sesshoumaru would be left alone.
But he knew now that his brother would be there watching over him as his went down his chosen path the same way he had been there for him in the past, and that thought steadied him as they stood in dead silence.
Inuyasha knew that by going to her he would ensure his death. There would be no living for him after her mortal life had played out. The days on her calendar were numbered as were the days of all the humans around them. Some of the friends he had made in the years in which he was still waiting had begged him the day before not to go to her. They wanted to see him stay with them for all eternity, but we both knew he couldn’t do that.
Now was his last chance for the happiness that should have been his all along and if that meant leaving Sesshoumaru behind, then he found he didn’t mind it so much. He had been alive for over one thousand years and he had learned and lost much in that time. He was going to be alive for many more years, for how long exactly even he didn’t know, and in that time he was going to love and lose again, but that didn’t scare him the way it used to.
And as his brother took off into the night to be with the one who loved him more than anyone else ever could, Sesshoumaru smiled for the first time in over one thousand years.
And practicing the one lesson that had stuck with him no matter what throughout the ages…
He continued to forgive.
You're the one always beside me
When I'm lost you're always to guide me
It's about time I give you something back
I'm the one selfish and greedy
Never care enough what you needed
It was odd, being the brother that stood back and let the younger one spread his wings. It felt strange to know that, while he was essentially signing away his brother to death, he was also giving him the life he had always wanted.
Sesshoumaru had been there the day before when Inuyasha’s friends had begged him to stay with them while they rode out the centuries together. He had been so tempted to speak up and say something along with them. He had wanted to keep his brother by his side the way they had been for the past five hundred years. He knew that the priestess would come out of the well the same person she had been on that day she had left for good, but Inuyasha was not the same. Five hundred years was bound to have changed him. There were fears that she would not accept the man he had become or that she would not understand what he had been through to take him to this point.
All those fears were unfounded and he knew it, but that hadn’t stopped the thought from crossing his mind several thousand times in the space of the few hours between then and when they had been standing together on the roof. He could have said something then and he knew Inuyasha would have stayed, but he hadn’t.
It was finally time for Inuyasha to live out the life he had always dreamed of and Sesshoumaru was done with standing in his way.
And if that meant he had to sacrifice, then so be it.
Because for the first time since he had been born into a role that he had taken reluctantly. For the first time since he had watched his father die for a woman he thought of as weak and beneath him. For the first time since standing tall in battle next to the brother he professed to hate so much…
He was really and truly forgiven.
But even still you had the strength to get back in the end.
Prompt: Finger's Crossed by Millencolin
Song: Finger's Crossed by Millencolin
Pairing: Light Inu/Kags, No real pairing
Warnings: Some mild language
I always knew you were a keeper
Maybe not exactly from day one
Guess I never wanted it to be overdone
And even though you are a sleeper
Well, to me that's never been a crime
And after all you woke up in time
He had been sleeping for a long time now. Close to fifty years by Sesshoumaru’s last tally. To a demon this time was nothing and it had passed quickly for him with the thoughts of his half brother lying still at the back of his mind. They were there, sure enough, but they were not what he was prone to thinking about as he passed from year to year. There was no use in thinking about something that could not be changed after all. With all his powers and knowledge, there were still some things he was incapable of doing and removing a sacred arrow was one of them, and so he was forced to wait for the day when the right person would come along and the arrow would be removed and his half brother would return to the world of the living for good.
Time was not something Sesshoumaru truly understood. He knew that the sun rose in the mornings and set again in the evenings. He knew that the humans would keep their little calendars and mark away the days of their lives, always moving towards their unfortunate endings. To him, however, time was nothing more than a passing annoyance. It made him wait for things that he should have already had. It made him hold back when he wanted to just reach out and take.
It made him learn a patience that he never wished to possess.
But he had made his peace with time’s slow march eons ago, and he knew that what he wanted would come when it was supposed to come and no amount of desperately reaching into the future was going to change that. Besides, what was fifty years when one has lived for over seven hundred? And so he waited for the day when his brother would wake up and their destinies could be fulfilled.
And then when that day finally came around and he could smell his long lost brother’s scent on the wind for the first time in ages, he lost all the patience he had been forced to collect over his long life. He leapt out with claws extended, ready to rip and rend to get what he wanted because he was, after all, the strongest demon of the age. What did this little whelp who had been unconscious for so damned long know about the problems and ways of the world? He didn’t deserve the air he breathed much less the sword that had the power to end the struggle over evil once and for all.
But he had been defeated then, not by his brother but by his own father, a man who had known that Sesshoumaru would not want to wait the way the stars had foretold. He had been forced to retreat and lick his wounds and try again, all the while worrying at the back of his mind that things had been left to too late. Fifty years which was nothing to him, was everything to the threads of fate, and he had learned from experience that they would not wait for anything.
It wouldn’t be until years later when he was standing on a field of battle side by side with the ones he proclaimed to hate because of their obvious weaknesses that he would come to see that they had never been running late. Fate, while rushing onwards regardless of what the living beings it governed wanted, knew what it was doing. Fifty years, which had seemed so short and then so long had in actuality been just right.
And so he forgave.
So now you're back on your feet again
Now you're back to compete with men
Now you're back and it took some time
To get from misery to prime
Now you're back onto change the world
Now you're back and I say : Go, Girl!
Now you're back and you do just fine
`Coz after rainy days the sun will shine
He hadn’t been in his prime when he had first awakened and that had worried Sesshoumaru even more so than the time that had passed. How were they supposed to win when the person who was destined to lead them was weaker than a five year old demon? He fought with every ounce of strength he had because to just fall by the wayside was not his way. A part of him knew that it would take time, but the other part was terrified that there wouldn’t be enough time to go around.
And so when he realized that he was not going to be able to take over and do the job on his terms, he had turned to pushing his brother at every opportunity. Pushing him to become better. Taunting him until the rage swirled through his amber eyes. Staring down at him as though he were nothing more than dirt on the tip of his shoe.
Granted, they had never been the best of brothers to begin with. There was too much hurt and pain in the background to allow a steady relationship. There were too many things that had been said and done before his brother had even been born to make it so that they could be anything other than passing acquaintances or even soldiers fighting together when the world was going to shit around them.
But back then Sesshoumaru had merely avoided the issue. When they had been forced to meet for one reason or another, he had treated his brother as though he didn’t exist at all. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something that was going to happen regardless. You don’t just go up to a demon as ask them nicely to accept a sibling that was viewed as having no worth to society, not when you were in a position of power, but he had known even then that there was something more to the little brother than a mild inconvenience.
Back then he hadn’t done anything to tip the scales either way, but this time around he found himself drawn to his half brother and he struggled to point the younger boy in the right direction. He fought with himself to continue to fight him even when it seemed as though nothing he was doing was making a dent. He kept telling himself it was for the good of the world, for the good of his people as well as those who he normally scorned for being weaker. In the end, it did no one any good if all perished.
And so he continued on his new path while still waiting patiently, and not so patiently in turns, for the day to be ripe and for the hammer to finally fall.
And he waited to be forgiven.
I know I've been part of reasons
Why you sometimes felt so sore
And I'm sorry I didn't give you more
But now you're heading better seasons
And your mom she's watching you
From above with fingers crossed for everything you do
It hurt him sometimes when he saw the way his brother was struggling to get his balance in a world that had rapidly left him behind. There were times when he had hesitated and weighed the thought of what he was standing to lose and what he was certain to gain when he found himself on the opposite side of the battle than his brother. His brother had been wounded a number of times because, even though he had told himself he would, he couldn’t bring himself to pull his punches. But yet he didn’t die. Neither of them did.
It was like a large stalemate in which neither one could gain the upper hand and sometimes he felt guilty because he knew why he was pushing so hard and his brother did not. But in his ignorance, he was allowed to keep his guard up and he was allowed to fight as though there wouldn’t be a tomorrow if he did not triumph today, and that was the gift Sesshoumaru had been trying so hard to give.
It was not accepted in the way most gifts were; with appreciate and thank yous. It was not accepted in the petulant way of a child who has been given something he did not ask for in the stead of something he has been dreaming of. He was met with the determination and maturity of man in those times when they had come to blows as equals. Even though he worried every other day of the year, those few times when their blades crossed and his half brother took like for like were the only moments of peace he could get.
Looking up at the sky at night he knew that the woman he hated so very much was looking down from heavens and was watching out for her son in a way that his own mother could not. He couldn’t say whose life was right. He couldn’t say for sure that when he was in hell he would regret what he had done to put himself there. It was just the way of the world. There was no redemption for the wicked.
But for the pure, like his brother’s mother, there was eternal peace, of this he was certain and that made him hate her all the more. That she would get the privilege of looking down and watching after her loved ones while his own mother and father languished in the fires of hell. It didn’t seem fair, but once again, that was just the way of the world and there was nothing that could be done about it while the jewel continued to exist.
He wondered what it must feel like to look up at the night sky and know that there is someone up there who loves you and who will be waiting for you with open arms when the times comes. He would never know, and even though he knew that should make his heart swell with its usual bitterness, it didn’t. There were a lot of things in this world that his half brother didn’t deserve, but this… This was not one of them.
And so he continued to forgive.
So now you're back on your feet again
Now you're back to compete with men
Now you're back and it took some time
To get from misery to prime
Now you're back onto change the world
Now you're back and I say : Go, Girl!
Now you're back and you do just fine
So don't resign
`Coz after rainy days the sun will shine
It had taken time, but they finally gathered together to stare into the face of the ultimate evil for the last time. Only one side was coming out of this battle alive. The only way to live was to win, and even then there were no guarantees. Kill or be killed was more than just the way of the world now.
It was the only option left.
And so the battle raged on with Sesshoumaru’s brother at the center of it. For the first ever he was at his brother’s back and the half demon wasn’t turning around every five seconds in fear for his life. For the first time ever he was trusted to protect and to look out for the greater good instead of his own desires.
Little did the half demon know, but Sesshoumaru’d had his back a long time ago, back when the arrow that had pierced his heart had been removed and he had been tasked with learning how to walk in this world all over again.
And the beast at the center of all their turmoil finally breathed its last breath and they all relaxed.
But then there was another moment of heartbreak. The jewel ceased to exist, its demise brought about by the wish of peace from the priestess from the future and Sesshoumaru watched on behind a blank face as his brother had to say goodbye to the woman he had come to love. He knew that they would meet again someday. He knew his brother knew, but that didn’t stop the pain from hurting any less.
There would come to be a world in which demons hid in the background and the humans went about their daily lives as though they were the ones in charge of the universe. There would come a time in which machines ruled the world and people prayed for peace more so than war and power. They would reach that point someday, five hundred years in the future and then his half brother could be with the woman he loved for as long as time would allow.
It was only a matter of living until that point.
Besides, as Sesshoumaru well knew, time could pass just as quickly as you make it pass. You can easily drift through the ages waiting for something to come to pass. It was never as simple as waking up after a five hundred year nap, but it wasn’t as hard as it seemed.
And when he said this to his half brother he felt the walls between them falling into rubble, and the distance that had always separated them closed in a flash.
Yes, there was going to be a future in which they weren’t going to fit in the way they were presently. They were going to have to change and adapt to a time in which they didn’t belong. They were going to have to hide and live in fear of the consequences of being found out because with all their supernatural powers they could not defeat guns and bombs and all other manner of weaponry the humans could think up to protect themselves.
Five hundred years could be a stretch of time so long that you are driven insane from the wait, or it could pass as if in the blink of an eye because time is only what you make it.
And so he was forgiven.
It doesn't matter what others say
Even those you call friends
Don't leave it out for another day
This might be your big chance
Five hundred years passed just as quickly for Sesshoumaru as they did for his younger brother. The world changed just as they knew it would. Magics were developed to combat the human’s weapons, and they all failed, just as Sesshoumaru had known they would. And then the magic was turned to a more useful enterprise: Concealment.
The humans were bound and determined to wipe out their race, and they were probably right to hope to do so. There was nothing cute and cuddly about a demon. Most would rather kill a human that look at it. This extermination had been brought about by their own hands and the ones with the foresight to realize what a destructive path they had been walking used these new magics to hide themselves amongst the humans in order to survive.
And then came the day in which Sesshoumaru’s brother could be reunited with his true love.
They had stood together on a rooftop far away from the shrine that had come to mean everything to them over the long years. The shrine had brought them their savior and he brought his brother the woman he was destined to spend the rest of the years of his life with.
Sesshoumaru looked up at that stars above him and he knew that once again Inuyasha’s mother was watching over him. He knew someday Inuyasha would be up there, too, with her and with this new woman who had given him something to live for in a time where hope was a foreign word. Fifty years was not a long time to demons, but in about that long Inuyasha would be gone from this world and Sesshoumaru would be left alone.
But he knew now that his brother would be there watching over him as his went down his chosen path the same way he had been there for him in the past, and that thought steadied him as they stood in dead silence.
Inuyasha knew that by going to her he would ensure his death. There would be no living for him after her mortal life had played out. The days on her calendar were numbered as were the days of all the humans around them. Some of the friends he had made in the years in which he was still waiting had begged him the day before not to go to her. They wanted to see him stay with them for all eternity, but we both knew he couldn’t do that.
Now was his last chance for the happiness that should have been his all along and if that meant leaving Sesshoumaru behind, then he found he didn’t mind it so much. He had been alive for over one thousand years and he had learned and lost much in that time. He was going to be alive for many more years, for how long exactly even he didn’t know, and in that time he was going to love and lose again, but that didn’t scare him the way it used to.
And as his brother took off into the night to be with the one who loved him more than anyone else ever could, Sesshoumaru smiled for the first time in over one thousand years.
And practicing the one lesson that had stuck with him no matter what throughout the ages…
He continued to forgive.
You're the one always beside me
When I'm lost you're always to guide me
It's about time I give you something back
I'm the one selfish and greedy
Never care enough what you needed
It was odd, being the brother that stood back and let the younger one spread his wings. It felt strange to know that, while he was essentially signing away his brother to death, he was also giving him the life he had always wanted.
Sesshoumaru had been there the day before when Inuyasha’s friends had begged him to stay with them while they rode out the centuries together. He had been so tempted to speak up and say something along with them. He had wanted to keep his brother by his side the way they had been for the past five hundred years. He knew that the priestess would come out of the well the same person she had been on that day she had left for good, but Inuyasha was not the same. Five hundred years was bound to have changed him. There were fears that she would not accept the man he had become or that she would not understand what he had been through to take him to this point.
All those fears were unfounded and he knew it, but that hadn’t stopped the thought from crossing his mind several thousand times in the space of the few hours between then and when they had been standing together on the roof. He could have said something then and he knew Inuyasha would have stayed, but he hadn’t.
It was finally time for Inuyasha to live out the life he had always dreamed of and Sesshoumaru was done with standing in his way.
And if that meant he had to sacrifice, then so be it.
Because for the first time since he had been born into a role that he had taken reluctantly. For the first time since he had watched his father die for a woman he thought of as weak and beneath him. For the first time since standing tall in battle next to the brother he professed to hate so much…
He was really and truly forgiven.
But even still you had the strength to get back in the end.