The White Flower

A piece of a white flower. That's all it was. A remaining piece of a dying, forgotten flower.

At least, that was what Sesshomaru wanted to think, before he gritted his teeth. He wanted to do something he had never done before – which was run.

Not from an enemy – no. The great Daiyokai would never do that. Rather, it was to escape a dark, impure nightmare he was facing now. He closed his eyes, and clutched the only pure thing he could see – the white petal.

Everywhere else was painted with crimson. Except for the petal that the child tried to give him – as a last gift to her dear master.

The Lord of the Western lands laughed darkly, as he looked across. It was then, a raindrop started to flow down his face, though the night was clear and silent.

The Daiyokai stood up, and left the crimson scene. However, not before picking up the white flower, and fixing it on his silver hair.

"Someday, Rin."

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