What We've Started [SEQUEL to A Pure Sacrafice From A Dark Heart]

Christmas Part I

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Star's P.O.V:

"I'm so excited, Lord Sesshomaru!" The little girl exclaimed as she ran in step with the old demon's stride. They were leaving the Academy, stepping foot onto the cooling streets of L.A.

"Do you think he, ya know," I paused in thought before shrugging, "fully understands what I said?" I watched the Headmistress's contemplative expression in anxious curiosity as we worriedly pondered over the demon and the girl, who were fading into the distance.

She sighed, "I don't think he likes it, but I think he understands the concept. . . of Christmas." Her shoulders slumped as she shuffled back to her desk, heaving another great sigh as she sank into her chair.

"Well, hopefully allowing Rin to buy gifts for everyone will occupy him for long enough to allow me to meet with the other Sesshomaru." Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I gathered what I needed, hopped into her bathroom to change into a more appropriate outfit, and finally left for the Roosevelt - the intended meeting place.

The place was as I'd expected - classy and delicate. The servers were clad in black suits, expensive towels hanging from their arms and silver serving trays balancing on their hands. Waiting at the podium, I scanned the crowd for the one man I had come here to speak to. Had he even arrived yet? I wasn't early, so to speak. The demon Sesshomaru had made sure to cause a fuss before finally agreeing to take little Rin Christmas shopping, which had thrown me behind the time.

"Ah, my apologies, Miss-" the host appeared at the podium with a pin, searching for a reservation, no doubt.

"Star, but the name is probably under," I paused in panic. (Did he even have a surname?! What was it?!)

"Sesshomaru," a deep, slightly amused tone traveled from behind me, making me spin around in a fright. He was standing behind me in a well-tailored suit, appearing slightly amused at my vexation.

"Yes, right this way, please." The host gesticulated for us to follow, bringing us to a table toward the back and beside a window. To me, it was perfect. We were far enough away from the somewhat loud chatter, which made our spot feel sufficiently private for a conversation about demons and whatnot.

The server took our drink orders after a rather awkward silence of glancing at our menus every now and then. Finally forced to feel one another's presence, we gave each other the attention necessary to begin a conversation - a risky one at that.

"Convince me, then." He relaxed into his chair, crossing his leg over and staring at me rather patronizingly. Swallowing the urge to insult him in any way I could, I instead, prepared my thoughts.

"Look", a deep sigh escaped my lips as I set my hands on the table, "I'm not sure why you have such a deeply rooted hate for demons, but I do know you have a reason."

He grunted in derision, making me huff in annoyance.

"However, you must know that they have good within them, just as much as humans have bad within them. It's the same on both sides, except that one race is viewed as the less deserving, the monsters, the scoundrels, the. . . trash." I swallowed the last one with difficulty.

I did remember most of what I was, after all. At least, I felt that self-loathing. That deep, dark hole.

"They are viewed that way because they continuously prove the truth behind it." He bit back ever so astutely, confident in his reasoning. I sunk in my posture.

"Maybe, but have you ever given them the room to change? Have you ever given them a chance?"

"One too many, I'm afraid." His cold tone elicited the anxiety within my argument's foundation.