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Title: What He Could Do
Rating: G
Genre: Introspection, angst?
Squicks: none.
Couple: Sess + Swords (Tenseiga)
Theme: #19 - Jealousy
Word Count: 232
Summary: Oh, what he could do with a sword like that…
Notes: Features Miroku. (This could have gone to any character, I think, but I chose Miroku because I don't think I'd ever write about him for any other shard. And I wanted to…)
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He thought about it far too much. Ever since he'd heard of that blade's power, he had to think about it. He was a mortal being to the strongest degree, an earth-bound creature with just the tips of his toes skimming the living world.
Death reached for him everyday, a permanent reminder torn into his skin. And then there was Sesshoumaru. He summoned death at his own command. And then he could kill it. All on his own whim.
Miroku couldn't help but be jealous.
Sometimes he'd sit and wonder of what he'd do with such a sword as Tenseiga and there was just so much. He would make Sango whole again, he would give Shippou his family again, he would save all those innocent souls they came across on their bloody path.
Miroku would have done all that and more. Sesshoumaru was doing nothing. Miroku would have had a chance to leave his mark on the world he was bound to leave. Now the Tenseiga only sat dormant under an unfeeling heart.
And maybe…just maybe, he could live.
Miroku glanced at his covered hand and chuckled dryly. He was being an idiot. A sword of life could not help one such as he.
He was such a fool.
Perhaps it was better that someone like Sesshoumaru held that sword. At least the demon couldn't abuse its power.
Because he couldn't dream.
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Another vague relationship…Those seem to be the easiest to do for this "pairing".
I'm kinda "eh..." on this one…
Rating: G
Genre: Introspection, angst?
Squicks: none.
Couple: Sess + Swords (Tenseiga)
Theme: #19 - Jealousy
Word Count: 232
Summary: Oh, what he could do with a sword like that…
Notes: Features Miroku. (This could have gone to any character, I think, but I chose Miroku because I don't think I'd ever write about him for any other shard. And I wanted to…)
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He thought about it far too much. Ever since he'd heard of that blade's power, he had to think about it. He was a mortal being to the strongest degree, an earth-bound creature with just the tips of his toes skimming the living world.
Death reached for him everyday, a permanent reminder torn into his skin. And then there was Sesshoumaru. He summoned death at his own command. And then he could kill it. All on his own whim.
Miroku couldn't help but be jealous.
Sometimes he'd sit and wonder of what he'd do with such a sword as Tenseiga and there was just so much. He would make Sango whole again, he would give Shippou his family again, he would save all those innocent souls they came across on their bloody path.
Miroku would have done all that and more. Sesshoumaru was doing nothing. Miroku would have had a chance to leave his mark on the world he was bound to leave. Now the Tenseiga only sat dormant under an unfeeling heart.
And maybe…just maybe, he could live.
Miroku glanced at his covered hand and chuckled dryly. He was being an idiot. A sword of life could not help one such as he.
He was such a fool.
Perhaps it was better that someone like Sesshoumaru held that sword. At least the demon couldn't abuse its power.
Because he couldn't dream.
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Another vague relationship…Those seem to be the easiest to do for this "pairing".
I'm kinda "eh..." on this one…