Stories about Sesshoumaru and his worst enemy, Hitotsubashi.

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Sesshoumaru was a silent, brooding figure. He walked with a slow, measured gait, and his eyes were as cold as the snow that fell day after day in the mountains of his homeland.

He had no friends; he didn't even seem to care about how others saw him. He was not a man who smiled easily or laughed often.

But Sesshoumaru also had a secret—a secret that made him want to scream out loud with rage at times, but which also gave him peace of mind when he needed it most.

It was like this: Sesshoumaru had a worst enemy—a mortal enemy—and this mortal enemy was named Hitotsubashi.

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Sesshoumaru was a proud and noble demon, but he had a dark secret: he feared death more than anything.

He was afraid of the dark, and of being alone in the dark, and of being buried alive. But even more than that, he was afraid of Hitotsubashi—his worst enemy.

Hitotsubashi lived in a cave just outside of Sesshoumaru's castle, and every day he would come out and challenge Sesshoumaru to fights for his life. Each time Sesshoumaru won with ease, but each time Hitotsubashi would get one step closer to winning.

One day, as they were fighting over who would win the right to eat first at dinner, Hitotsubashi made an unusual move: instead of attacking Sesshoumaru directly like he usually did, he simply walked away from him—and then walked back again moments later! It seemed like nothing at first glance—but what happened next?

Hitotsubashi's body began to change in front of everyone's eyes; his skin grew paler and thinner; his hair grew longer until it reached down past his waist; his eyes changed color from blue

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Sesshoumaru and Hitotsubashi were once close friends. They were both members of the Inuyasha gang, and they did everything together: hunting demons, fighting demons, and hanging out with other members of their gang.

But then Hitotsubashi turned on Sesshoumaru. He betrayed him, stole his clothes, and ran away with them. This was an unthinkable event for Sesshoumaru because he had been wearing those clothes for years—they were comfortable and warm; they were what he wore when it was freezing outside or too hot inside; they were what he wore when he wanted to be as cold as possible or as hot as possible; they were what he wore when he wanted to smell like a human boy.

So when Hitotsubashi stole his clothes, it felt like a betrayal—even though he didn't know who Hitotsubashi was at the time. Even though he didn't know who any of the people in this story are!

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Sesshoumaru hated the cold. He hated the snow. He hated the wind. He hated everything about it, and he had always hated it.

But it was one thing to just hate it—it was another thing entirely to be able to do something about it. And when he had finally realized that, he felt a sense of accomplishment that was almost… well, intoxicating.

That was why he was standing on top of a hill overlooking a village in Hitotsubashi province, surrounded by nothing but a few trees and snow—and yet not feeling even a bit cold himself.

He'd been up there for hours now, just watching Hitotsubashi's citizens go about their business without so much as glancing at him as they did their day-to-day routines: eating breakfast; shopping for groceries; going through their mail; taking walks around town with their dogs. They didn't notice him because they didn't care that he existed—but he knew this wouldn't last forever if he didn't do something soon.