The World We Live In {Sesshoumaru x Oc}

Chapter 1

His long dark hair flowed like water over the arms and sides of his throne. His half- lidded red eyes gleamed brightly in the dark. His head was being supported by the palm of his hand, frozen in time. His throne room was dark and had become nothing but rubble.

Soon, when the moon was full. He would be free. He slowly lifted a single finger only to have his entire body have a burning sensation erupt through him. The seals around his throne denied his body's attempt to move.

The seals were doing their best to keep him at bay but they too grew weak. He remembered the day the bastard monk had sealed him. The seal was to prevent him from his plans over fifty years ago and to keep him in a frozen state for over one hundred years. He could remember the day as if it truly were yesterday. However, the seal had begun to weaken. His mind was the first to return from his eternal slumber then, slowly, his body. The monk that had sealed him long ago had died. This could be the only explanation to his powers returning. He felt a familiar distorted pull from deep within his mind. It was calling him.

He grew stronger and stronger with each passing minute. His body was being penetrated by his own power. It was starting to overpower his own state of mind and body, begging to be released. The dark colored energy was beginning to leak from his body and spilled into the world, massive amounts seeking to corrupt anything in its path. But he waited patiently. His day would come soon. And he would be ready.

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She gasped as she pulled herself to sit up, sweat drenched her pale skin and her bright blue eyes frantically searched her dark room. There was no one. She quickly jumped from her bed and to her window then pulled her curtains aside, illuminating the room and bringing her a bit of peace. Once she gave her room a once over she fell back onto her bed with a sigh.

She had been having the same dream for the past two nights. In her dream she would be in a place that was pure white, not a single thing would be around her. Then slowly a white fog would roll in. It was so thick she could barely see her own hands in front of her. Then out of nowhere a rush of black fog would come towards her, a suffocating, evil black fog. She would try her best to run but no matter how fast or how long she ran it would slam right into her, drowning her.

Then right before she would wake up the darkness would whisper to her. It was always something she couldn't quite hear or understand.

Misaki turned to her side and curled into herself then closed her eyes. She was hoping she would go back to sleep for at least another hour or two but as birds chirped and sang from outside she knew she wouldn't. She huffed and pulled herself from her bed. She walked to her dresser and mirror, examining herself. Her waist length black hair hung free down her slender back and her pale skin was a bit flushed from all the excitement. She then proceeded to undress from her gray shorts and gray tank top. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body before she made her way to the bathroom joined to her room. She quickly and precisely lathered her body from head to toe then rinsed off the soap.

Once she was sure every inch of her was undoubtedly clean she went back into her bedroom, still wet. She quickly dried herself and then she picked up her brush and began to brush her hair into her other hand, forming a high ponytail. Once neat and centered she tied a navy blue ribbon around her ponytail. She made sure her feathered bangs rested neatly on her forehead and the sides of her hair were in place.

She grabbed her white school uniform and began to dress. She hated her uniform. It was such a sailor suit. She might as well have bought a sailor costume and wore it to school. Misaki pulled her black socks to her knees and took one more glance in the mirror. She was missing something. She suddenly grabbed at her collarbone then her eyes scanned her room.

Her eyes found what she had been missing on her bedside table. She grabbed her necklace and hooked it around her neck. It was a deep blue quartz stone, hexagonal point pendant hanging from a thin silver chain. It was her grandmothers. Her grandmother had given it to her right before she died and told her to keep it close.

The day she died and Misaki felt lost and alone. Her grandmother's funeral left wounds on her heart. She remembered that day. The sky was gray and covered with clouds. She had been eagerly awaiting for the sun's rays to appear through the cracks of the clouds, but it did not come. Time felt like it had slowed, making that day miserable and draining. The rain hadn't helped either. She felt thousands of droplets of rain hitting her all at once. She did not mind it. The rain concealed her escaped tears. Her dark hair clung to her face and neck. Her black dress clung uncomfortably to her body and her shoes felt flooded.

Her grandmother was an angel. She was someone who cared about more than just herself but anybody or anything. Her grandmother's kindness and softness were anything short of exemplary. She would stop to feed a homeless man or heal an injured animal. She would take care of the sick or water a dying plant she saw on the side of the road just to watch it grow as she walked home.

She was the kind of grandmother who took in her only son's living daughter when he himself died in a horrible car crash along with his wife. She was more than just an average person. She was the one who raised Misaki. She was her best friend. When Misaki had inherited the house and her grandmother's small fortune. She broke down. She had felt like that was what was left of her.

It took months but finally, she was back to her old self. Her junior year was a mess. Between missing school because of her sick grandmother and dealing with her death she was only excused to go to her final year in high school because of her circumstances. This year would be different. Misaki grabbed her bag and made her way out of the door and to school. She was going to graduate this year and she was going to make her grandmother proud. Her necklace gleamed brightly, highlighting future possibilities and a new start.