Hung Up by MomoDesu

Hung Up

A/N: My second Sess POV, hope it doesn't suck!

MD

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The human wench that follows Inuyasha around is either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Never in my many years have I met a girl like her, human or demon alike.

After the first battle in father's tomb I developed a sick fascination with her. After all, she was the one to free Tessaiga when the half breed was too weak and I couldn't touch it without, as the miko put it, 'getting zapped'. I was quite indignant. I will not lie; I was very spoiled as a child. For the first time I was being denied something that I felt in all rights was my own. Some may have viewed it as a 'self defense' when I covered the girl in my poison. Some may have viewed it as me wanting to end her life. To be honest, it was a fit of anger. She had something that I wanted and wouldn't give it to me.

Of course she survived thanks to my father's fang, and immediately began her own fit of anger that could have matched my own if she was my equal in power. It was then that I knew there was something special about this girl in strange, but rather pleasurable, clothing. From that moment on I watched her. Well, after I healed enough to be mobile after losing a limb. I am still quite bitter.

Even though I did trail my brother's little band of misfits, my ward and my retainer were none the wiser. When I would go 'patrol', I was going to check on the welfare of the miko. Along with this sick fascination came a feeling that I was quite unaccustomed to. In a way it could have been viewed as a caring, though it stemmed from curiosity. I wanted to see what made this girl so incredibly brave yet so stupid all at once. I wanted to see this power that she had, the power to make my brother do any task she wished with just a bat of an eyelash.

Then I realized it wasn't a power at all, just a leash, and decided that my brother could keep that. For once, he had something that I didn't desire.

Again, caused by the same fascinating yet annoying little female.

For three years I watched her and engaged my brother in combat for my own personal enjoyment. I interfered in their battles when I felt I needed to, though the majority of the time I stood back to watch the girl. I watched her go from a novice with a bow to an excellent archer. Her power grew though she wasn't any wiser.

Through my observations I also learned of the well. I had seen her jump in and assumed she was going to take her own life. Like my brother, if anyone was going to cause her death it would be me. Not that I would want that to happen, but my rational mind at the time conjured up that reasoning. When she jumped, I was not very far behind. At first I was bewildered soon followed by a gnawing feeling of disappointment when I stood at the bottom of the well alone instead of with the miko. It took many sessions of spying for me to get the entire story.

After many many sessions of spying on the girl, and many many sessions of berating and trying to convince myself that I was watching her as to gain knowledge, I came to a realization.

I had come to want this girl with her fiery temper and spirit. She never knew when to back down or when to quit. Never in my long life had I encountered such a female that I felt even had the chance of putting me in my place.

There was no doubt in my mind that I would make this girl mine.