By: ~Goku_the_Paladin~

Author’s Notes: Moshi Moshi!(Did I even spell it right? -.-()) Anywhos, this fanfic is basically about someone getting fed up with our favorite demon and putting a curse on him. In the next chapter, you will know what kind of curse was put upon our dear Fluffy. Since this is a prologue, it’s short and sweet. It’s also in Sesshoumaru’s point of view. Obviously, he passes through hundreds of years to the future. It’s not quite Kagome’s era, though. It takes place around the 1600’s or the 1700’s. I’m thinking the 1700’s would be best. I’ve had an idea of making Sess go to the future, but I wanted to do something that probably wasn’t done before. Since most have done fanfics where fluffy goes into Kagome’s era. The 1700’s were much like the feudal era, except for the demons. The demons in the 1700’s have "mysteriously" disappeared. You’ll see what I mean in the next chapter, so yeah. Also, the next chapter and POTP should be done very soon. Lately I’ve been too tired, lazy, and busy to type this stuff up. It’s annoying though because I have so many ideas for Inu-yasha fanfics and so little time. -_-() Oh well, I’ll find a way. Look forward to more stuff. Ja-Ne for now. And thanks for reading! ^^

Plot: One day, a human gets tired of Sesshoumaru’s hatred for humans, so the human puts a curse on him…

Warnings: Yaoi, AU, NC-17 in later chapters

Pairings: Inu-yasha/Sesshoumaru; Possibly others later on

Dedication: I dedicate this fic to all those who have ever given me feedback and for those who have supported me in any way. Arigato, guys! Thanks for all you’ve done. All your feedback and support has done more than you know for me. ^^

Disclaimers: Don’t sue Sesshoumaru(me). It isn’t wise to sue a Youkai. Oh yes, and for you flamers: flame all you want, because I will only point and laugh at you maniacally like I do when Inu-yasha "attempts" to defeat me.

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Prologue: Solitude of Darkness

I do not remember how or why it had happened to me. Or maybe I did. I had been patrolling my western lands as usual when an old hag stood in my way. She wore old tattered clothes, yet I remember her best by her wild ancient eyes that blazed with god-spoken fury and her grey-white stringy hair. Her hand shook with full-blown rage as she pointed venomously and accusingly at me. This was not unusual, for I cared not how anyone felt towards me, save when they showed no respect towards me. And she showed no such respect as she pointed her index finger at me.

"You. You will pay. You have pushed my people around far too long. I curse you until the day comes when you learn to truly accept humans. The day when you change your ways and learn to respect and accept us for what and who we are. No longer will you wander these lands slaughtering and treating us like we are inferior scum. No longer will you pass your terror onto us. No longer will you spite us. No longer..." The old hag spat and trailed off at that. Her voice was thick with emotion and curse, yet I stood there unblinkingly as usual. I had narrowed my eyes and stared at her; her own eyes very ancient, but very intense at the same time. Despite my superiority, I did not dismiss her words. I was no fool. Inu-yasha was the baka, not I.

Before I knew it, my world had become pure darkness. It seemed, as if hundreds of years had passed while I lay rigid as rock in the stone-blind darkness. It was if I were a helpless human woman or child and this infuriated me, but yet, I almost found comfort in the silence. Almost.

I felt nothing, heard nothing, and saw nothing while I was curled up in the pitch black. No one was there. No one.

True, I usually preferred to reside in my own solitude, but Rin and Jaken were always around when I wanted them to be. For a moment, I wondered where Rin and Jaken were, but that moment soon passed.

I had always believed that I was alone, but now, I knew true solitude. For a split moment, I wished Inu-yasha were here with me. That was quite an unexpected wish. That is how much of a fool I really am, it would seem.

It felt as if hundreds of years had passed as I laid in my assumed tomb of darkness. That seemed so impossible, for I, Youkai Lord Sesshoumaru of the Western Lands, had never ever felt the Passage of Time before. Until now.

My eyelids felt ever so heavy, as if great weights tied them down. No matter how hard I tried to lift them, I found that I could not. It was as if tons of weights were bolted to my eyelids. I was not unconscious. I just could not open my eyes or move at all.

My throat felt unusually dry and parched, my body felt stiffer than a board. My lungs burned, which was not an alien feeling, for it told me that I needed air, that I needed to breathe. I could not even breathe.

My body was also so wet and clammy, but not the kind of wet that you get when you are exposed to water or blood. I could smell it. I was sweating. I never sweat. I have never sweated a day in my long lifetime. The scent of sweat was familiar to me because I had smelled it from humans before. Humans always sweat. Youkai never sweat.

My body was feeling so many different things all at once and it puzzled me. I had not felt most of the many things my body was experiencing. It all seemed…so very…mortal.

I felt so cold, so very cold. I shivered. This was really getting to me.

Despite my natural calm and stoic demeanor, panic had arisen in me. Shimatta, all these feelings are weak emotions and pains that humans felt. I even smelled the scent of a human. It was all around me, but that was hard to discern. It could be a scent from another, but strangely, I could not even smell my own scent.

Then it suddenly dawned upon me. I added all the little hints together, but still, my pride, my mind, and my very being would not allow the mere fact that I was human.

The human’s words then came back to me:

"You. You will pay. You have pushed my people around far too long. I curse you until the day comes when you learn to truly accept humans. The day when you change your ways and learn to respect and accept us for what and who we are. No longer will you wander these lands slaughtering and treating us like we are inferior scum. No longer will you pass your terror onto us. No longer will you spite us. No longer..."

The human wretch had dared curse me and even worse, I was not completely sure what kind of a curse it was. It seemed as if I was to rot in an eternal tomb of darkness, but she had mentioned that this curse would be lifted if I changed my ways. How could I change my ways if I could not even wake up?

And that did not even begin to explain why I was feeling all these strange sensations. Better yet, I could not even feel my power or my strength at all. All I felt were these strange feelings and weakness. I felt so very weak, as if I would break very easily like a butterfly’s wings.

The worst reason came to me, even though it was preposterous and unthinkable.

Maybe, maybe I was…

No.

To Be Continued…