InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Day to Play ❯ Patching the Tapestry ( Chapter 8 )

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CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Patching the Tapestry

 

 

 

“I'm so sorry, Sess. Please don't go,” murmured Inuyasha into the white fur at Sesshoumaru's neck.

 

“You must move now, Inuyasha,” came an unfamiliar voice.

 

“You could at least make it sound like more of a request, asshole. He is my mate, after all,” she muttered under her breath at the head servant that was coordinating treatment of the great white dog. Nevertheless, Inuyasha moved around to the other side of Sesshoumaru's head, leaned into him, and scratched behind his ear. After having watched the spear rip through Sesshoumaru's flesh as it had been pulled from his body, Inuyasha was even more distraught than when he'd first seen his brother outside the gates. Now they were attempting to figure out how to treat the wound while Sesshoumaru was still in his true form, not that Sesshoumaru was cooperating.

 

“Oh my gosh! I have an idea,” exclaimed Kagome, her eyes growing wide. “There are people called veterinarians in my time. Once our cat had a hole in its skin and they just gave us some powder to put on it instead of stitching him up! Since we can't very well stitch Sesshoumaru, I could go get some! Sango, can I borrow Kilala?”

 

Kagome clasped her hands to her mouth staring at Sesshoumaru.

 

“I don't think he heard you,” whispered Sango.

 

That is the last thing they needed, Sesshoumaru learning that she wasn't even from his century. His country, yes. His century, not by a long shot. Her home was on the other side of the bone eaters well, her portal to our present, five hundred years into his future. He had given her odd looks at times, but never questioned her strange attire or gadgets. Perhaps he assumed, as most others did, that she was simply from another country. Yet another secret that Inuyasha needed to reveal to his mate.

 

“Kilala, take Kagome to the well. Fly as fast as you can,” instructed Sango.

 

Kilala, sensing the urgency of the situation, flew with breakneck speed, the fiery flames emanating from her paws roaring to bonfire proportions. Kagome jumped from her back straight into the well without first stopping to land.

 

`I don't care if Inuyasha chose someone else to be his mate. I still love him and his heart is breaking. I'll never abandon him! It would break my own heart to see him crushed,' thought Kagome as she floated through the well, finally allowing herself to shed tears for his predicament. Wiping away the trail of salty water, she proclaimed aloud, “I have to be strong, for Inuyasha's sake!”

 

It took several trips to individual veterinarians to collect, without suspicion, as much of the powder as she thought was needed. She wasted no time getting back to Kilala. By the time she returned, the servants were close to having Sesshoumaru's fur completely washed of the blood and the wounds cleansed.

 

Inuyasha had not moved; her ebony hair tangled with Sesshoumaru's as her mind wandered over the past few weeks with her mate.

 

`All this time, he was so worried about me. I never stopped to think about what all this has been like for him. He has lived alone, too. Yet, he never complained, never said word, and never made excuses for himself. He's not as lucky as I am. I have friends. What about Sesshoumaru? All he's ever had is his servants, and recently, a little human girl. He hates humans. Perhaps he has allowed her to cling to him because he has been so lonely all this time. I've acted like a spoiled brat just as he says. Yet, he loves me and through that cold façade, he has managed to try to convince me of it. How hard that must be for him. I've only repaid him with insults. I have to make it up to him. Words won't be enough, but it's a place to start.'

 

“I love you, Sesshoumaru, as I've loved no one else,” murmured Inuyasha into her lover's ear while rubbing her face into the soft silky fur. “Do you hear? I… I…Love…You.” As always, the words seemed so foreign, as though someone else were speaking. Inuyasha meant them all the same.

 

She twined her fingers into the fur and felt sparks of excitement race throughout her body when her lover shifted against her. She pressed her body flush against Sesshoumaru and smiled.

 

“You did hear me, didn't you? I meant every word, my mate,” she cooed, putting special emphasis on the word `mate'.

 

`The last time he spoke to me like this was the morning after our first night together,' thought Sesshoumaru to himself as the darkness wavered.

 

“When the sun rises, I'll be as I was before. But, I will never hide anything from you again. I promise,” said Inuyasha, her voice muffled against Sesshoumaru.

 

Aching with need, a need that had grown from the rejection of any intimacy since his father's demise, Sesshoumaru lay silent hoping to hear more.

 

“How can I…prove that to you? How can I show you just how much I love you?” asked Inuyasha, more of herself than of Sesshoumaru and not knowing whether Sesshoumaru heard.

 

Inuyasha was the only one to understand the bleating coming from the great dog's chest.

 

“Just say it, Inuyasha, as often as you can,” replied Sesshoumaru as he cracked an eyelid.

 

“Oh gods, Sesshoumaru! I was scared to death. Don't ever do that to me again, you son…” Inuyasha quickly corrected herself, softening her tone, “mate.”

 

“Very well done, Inuyasha. That is an excellent beginning,” commented Sesshoumaru, having noticed the about-face Inuyasha had made.

 

“Inuyasha?” called Kagome.

 

She turned to see Kagome coming toward her, holding a whining Izayoi, and Sango holding a squalling Ken'Ichi.

 

“They wouldn't be pacified, no matter what Kaede did. I think they want you and Sesshoumaru,” said Kagome, reaching Izayoi out toward her.

 

As soon as the pups were in Inuyasha's arms, she breathed her scent across their faces and held them in front of Sesshoumaru's nose so he could do the same. They immediately quieted and soon went back into a peaceful slumber.

 

“That is so amazing,” whispered Sango to Kagome.

 

“Well, I don't know. I would know my mother's scent anywhere and my little brother's room definitely has its own smell.” Kagome wrinkled her nose at the remembrance of smelly socks. Her gaze seemed to travel a far distance as she reminisced. “I can always remember what my mom smells like, what her hair smells like.” A smile crept across her face as ghosts of sensation poured from her memories.

 

Miroku had stood aside, quietly keeping an eye on Inuyasha. `He' was a hormone filled `she' and Miroku knew that could mean trouble. A sigh of relief escaped his lungs once Sesshoumaru came to. He could relax. Or, so he thought.

 

“Quick, take them inside. Hurry, get them away from here,” commanded Inuyasha as he handed the pups back to the women.

 

“Sesshoumaru! Get your ass back here,” hissed Inuyasha after some distance had been put between him and the pups.

 

He pushed at the, once again, large unconscious head. Claws extended as the sun rose over the horizon.

 

“Wake up, damn you!”

 

With renewed strength, the now very strong hanyou, rocked Sesshoumaru's head.

 

“Don't do this to me again, you prick!” he yelled beating on his mate's head.

 

“Inuyasha, stop it!” demanded Miroku. “Now!”

 

“Shut the fuck up, Miroku! I won't let him go. He's mine and he's not going to leave me.”

 

“He's not going anywhere, you idiot,” taunted Miroku in an attempt to draw Inuyasha's attention away from Sesshoumaru. He hadn't forgotten Inuyasha's dislike of the word `idiot'.

 

“I warned you, didn't I?” hissed Inuyasha, narrowing his eyes before charging Miroku.

 

Inuyasha never saw the monk move. Miroku had simply vanished.

 

“He's just lost a lot of blood. He's not going anywhere! Now, settle down.”

 

“How do you know?!” yelled Inuyasha, turning and lunging at Miroku.

 

`He's got to take it out on someone. I hope I'm up to the task,' thought Miroku as he dodged the distressed hanyou.

 

As Inuyasha streaked toward him again, Miroku held his staff firmly across his chest with both hands.

 

`Okay. This is it,' Miroku thought with determination while gripping the staff with all his strength.

 

When he pushed the staff upward toward Inuyasha at the very last moment, it caught Inuyasha by surprise and she fell back, stunned, clipped just under her chin. Miroku took the opportunity to jump on top of Inuyasha, straddling her.

 

“I told you, Sesshoumaru is alright. Get it through that thick skull of yours.”

 

Miroku's soothing, deep voice seemed to hum. On some days, Inuyasha could swear that the guy was practiced in the art of hypnotism.

 

“You don't know that, Miroku,” groaned Inuyasha.

 

“How can you say that after all the times I watched you two try to kill each other before you became mates? Think about it for just one minute,” said Miroku, trying to talk some sense into the distraught hanyou.

 

“But, look at him, Miroku. I've never seen him like this,” whined Inuyasha as he allowed his concern to lay plainly on his face.

 

“Would you trust me just this once. He needs time. That's all.”

 

“Get off me. I want to be with him.”

 

“Not unless you stop hitting him.”

 

“Fine, but you couldn't stop me if I wanted to.”

 

“Maybe so, but I would rather you fight me than hurt Sesshoumaru,” said Miroku with uncommon seriousness.

 

Inuyasha stared at his friend in wonder. “Why do you say that?”

 

“Because you are my friend and you love Sesshoumaru very much. I know you don't want to hurt him,” frowned Miroku at his friend. “You're just upset right now.”

 

“You think?! Now get off me before I make you regret it, Miroku!”

 

A shadow crept over the two and a growl was heard from overhead.

 

“Shit!” gasped Miroku, crawling from Inuyasha.

 

“It's not what it looks like, Sesshoumaru. I swear,” stammered Miroku.

 

Sesshoumaru growled again.

 

“He wants to know just what you thought it looked like,” smirked Inuyasha as he pulled himself from the ground.

 

“Nothing, nothing at all,” protested Miroku with widening eyes, his palms out in a gesture of innocence.

 

Sesshoumaru's legs buckled and he lay his head back down on the ground, closing his eyes. Inuyasha ran up to him.

 

“What do you need, Sesshoumaru? What can I get you?”

 

“Strike me again and I will eat you. I don't need the monk's help to defend myself, Inuyasha,” snarled Sesshoumaru.

 

“Well, it worked didn't it?” Inuyasha huffed.

 

“Only if your intent was to disturb my rest. Go inside and tend to the pups. I have plenty of guards.”

 

“Keh! I should trust them to take care of you?!” scoffed the distrustful hanyou.

 

“I have trusted them for centuries, Inuyasha. Now go,” murmured Sesshoumaru then licked Inuyasha with a slick tongue.

 

Inuyasha's over-protectiveness was comforting, but his behavior annoying.

 

“Sesshoumaru! You slobbered all over me! Disgusting!” stamped Inuyasha. “Now I need to bathe and change clothes!”

 

“Go, now or I shall bathe you myself,” warned Sesshoumaru then backed up his threat by licking Inuyasha again.

 

“Damn you, Sess!” he exclaimed.

 

Miroku slapped his hand over his mouth and grabbed his belly, trying not to bust out laughing.

 

Inuyasha stomped off, glaring at Miroku's obvious amusement. “Damn dog,” Inuyasha muttered under his breath. “Better not die on me.”

 

Sesshoumaru pretended not to hear Inuyasha's complaint and relaxed into the ground. `I wonder when those damn mood swings will wear off…Overly dramatic little bitch,' he thought with a sigh. That thought didn't stop the slight lift to his doggy lips when he thought of Inuyasha's words. `He actually said it, quite a bit.' Warmth spread through his body and swelled his chest. `I think he truly does love me. Maybe…things will be alright now.'

 

And they were, for awhile at least.

 

 

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“You ask,” growled Ken'Ichi

 

“Don't be a coward. You ask,” quipped Izayoi.

 

“I am not a coward. He always gives you what you want!” spat Ken'Ichi.

 

“Only because you won't ask, coward,” taunted Izayoi.

 

Ken'Ichi scowled and attempted to tackle her. With graceful ease, Izayoi sidestepped, allowing him to fall into the dirt.

 

“You might be taller than me, but I'm stronger than you,” hissed Ken'Ichi.

 

“Maybe,” Izayoi said with the same arrogance as her father.

 

“They're at it again, Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha growled.

 

“Let them fight it out. It is good practice,” replied Sesshoumaru from where he relaxed against the trunk of the solitary tree in the midst of a quiet meadow.

 

“Practice for what? You think I'm going to let them join your army?”

 

“They simply need to learn to defend themselves. A few scrapes and bruises will do no permanent damage,” sighed Sesshoumaru.

 

Inuyasha scowled at him and rose to interfere with the siblings when his view was suddenly blocked.

 

“Sesshoumaru, get out of my way,” scowled Inuyasha.

 

All receded from Inuyasha's mind as Sesshoumaru grabbed him in a crushing embrace and raped his lips. Pulling away, Sesshoumaru's gaze roamed the beautiful features of his mate.

 

“Let's go home,” murmured Sesshoumaru into Inuyasha's ear, tenderly running his tongue up the inner flap.

 

Inuyasha could only nod, breathless.

 

“I think now might be a good time to ask,” whispered Ken'Ichi upon seeing the couple strolling toward them, hand in hand.

 

“I don't think so, brother,” responded Izayoi, furrowing her brow as a light breeze wafted the scents of the couple their way.

 

“Now who's being a coward, huh?” sneered Ken'Ichi before taking off toward the couple.

 

Izayoi casually followed, strolling at a relaxed pace toward her parents.

 

Ken'Ichi cleared his throat.

 

`I'm not a coward,' he tried to reassure himself despite the knot in the pit of his stomach.

 

“Would you give us a ride? Please?” Ken'Ichi hesitantly asked Sesshoumaru while pulling at his sleeve.

 

Sesshoumaru turned his gaze to Inuyasha.

 

“Only if I get to ride with you.” Inuyasha gave his mate a knowing gaze.

 

It was one of their favorite treats, for Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru, that is. Thick rolling muscles, rocking the hanyou as he rode atop his mate's back provided relaxation and more, much more. He loved burying his face in Sesshoumaru's fur, loved the strolls that often turned into quiet sessions of lovemaking far from the responsibilities of the castle.

 

Sesshoumaru enjoyed giving his mate such pleasure and the weight of Inuyasha seemed to give him a sense of security. Not that he worried about his safety, but sometimes Inuyasha's mind would travel where he could not. The ride always brought him back, back home from where ever it was that had captured his spirit. Inuyasha would say the same thing of Sesshoumaru.

 

Of course, the pups would whoop and yelp when they were given the privilege because, when it suited him, Sesshoumaru was only happy to romp about for them. Sometimes screaming would ensue and Inuyasha would go on a tirade about being careful with them, although they had never once fallen from his back.

 

Today, Sesshoumaru was looking forward to being alone with his mate, his lover, and the pups were a bit disappointed at the short ride. The couple didn't seem to notice, their hearts set on enjoying each other's embrace.

 

“Where do you think they go?” asked Ken'Ichi as the two youngsters watched their parents leave.

 

“I don't think it's any of our business,” replied Izayoi, having more insight than her brother.

 

“One day, I'm going to find out!”

 

“You'll be sorry.”

 

“Feh! You're such a stick in the mud.”

 

Izayoi narrowed her eyes daring him to say another word.

 

“Ken'Ichi, I'm warning you,” threatened Izayoi.

 

“Whatcha ya gonna do about it, sissy girl!”

 

With that, the battle was on.

 

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Disclaimer:

 

Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru.