InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mother For Rin ❯ Pack sister ( Chapter 16 )

 

 

Inuyasha changed into the red silk haori and hakama, the haori bearing a white dog on the back. Yeah so maybe it was his formal attire, but it was the only other clothing besides his own fire rat clothing that he could actually stand to wear. He disregarded the pair of black boots, so much like his brother's that sat on the floor of the wardrobe. Grimacing he shut the wardrobe door, he never could stand shoes.

 

“There's poison on em so be careful,” he said the servant he passed his fire rat robes on to.

 

The servant nodded and gave a low bow before disappearing down the hall. Inuyasha turned and made his way back down to the corridor that held Sango and Miroku's chambers. He found himself worried about his pack sister. He'd never seen her so weak as she had been when she was made ill by the poison and to think that her illness was purposefully caused…the hanyou snarled low as he clenched his hands, his claws pricking his skin but not enough to penetrate it.

 

Coming upon the door to Sango's room he growled when he heard his brother and Miroku's voices from within. They were talking in hushed tones so as not to waking the sleeping woman. So her illness had returned and the poison had resurfaced to do more harm had it?

 

Inuyasha threw open the door and growled at the two males inside.

 

“Out,” he snarled as he moved to Sango's bed.

 

“Inuyasha-” Miroku said only to be cut off by a snarl and a threatening bark of a growl.

 

Sesshoumaru nodded to his brother, meeting the hanyou's eyes and then turned and ushered the monk from the room. Sesshoumaru had no qualms with what Inuyasha was about to do, in all honesty he was a bit surprised that he hadn't done it before now.

 

Inuyasha sat on the bed next to Sango and lifted the human woman into his arms. The movement broke her from her sleep with a soft moan and she looked at his through fever blurred eyes. His golden eyes met hers and Sango thought for a moment that the glint in his eyes seemed strange to her. The unyielding determination and seriousness in his eyes, as well as an almost foreboding sense of finality caught her off guard and woke her completely, though her mind was still highly affected by the fever so her thoughts were quite muddled.

 

“Inuyasha?” she asked her voice soft and holding a slight waiver as she tried to calm her turbulent stomach.

 

The deep breaths she was taking weren't helping and she felt her stomach rebel as she bolted from his arms and across the room to the chamber pot. She really didn't have anything to throw up except for a bit of tea that she'd had earlier and a bit of bile that rose in her throat. She leaned away from the pot, sitting back on her heels and clutching her stomach in pain. Oh kami it hurt, she thought.

 

Sango felt Inuyasha lift her into his arms and carry her back to her bed. Laying her down on the soft mattress and plush bed coverings, he once again sat at her side. Lifting the cloth from a bowl of cool water on the table next to the bed, he wrung out the excess water and wiped her face clear of the sweat and bent low to kiss her forehead. Confused at the gentle treatment, Sango's brow furrowed and she stared up at him.

 

“I'm sorry for my neglect pack sister,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers.

 

Sango didn't know what to say and simply nodded once, stopping when the movement hurt her already pounding head. She whimpered and closed her eyes as the pain in her head increased and found herself too weak to even lift her hand to her aching head. Inuyasha leant over her and rubbed his cheek against hers, nuzzling his face to hers. Turning his head to the side and burying his face into her neck, he pulled back his lips and opened his mouth.

 

Sango gasped as she felt the prickling pain as Inuyasha bit her on her neck just three finger widths below her right ear. The bite wasn't very deep, but he held on, not releasing right away which made it hurt more. After a moment he removed his fangs from her neck and simply lapped at the wound he'd made. He closed the wound and lapped up the spilt blood from it. He'd marked her as pack, something he realized that he should have done a long time ago.

 

Moving down to her right shoulder that bore the wound made by Kimigra, he moved her kimono aside and exposed the flesh of her shoulder. He growled softly at the redness surrounding the wounds and brought his face to the scratches. Sango closed her tired eyes as she felt Inuyasha's tongue drag slowly across the wounds as he licked and drew the poison and infection from her wounds. The poison tasted far worse than the infected blood did, the poison almost tasting like rotted plants. It stung his tongue and made him a bit lightheaded but he kept up his lapping.

 

He continued his lapping long after the poison and infection had been removed, his healing saliva closing the wounds. Once the wounds were closed, he pulled her kimono up to cover her healed shoulder and buried his face once again I the side of her neck that he had marked. He rubbed his skin against hers, mingling his scent with hers as he solidified the mark. She was his pack sister now and damnit if he wasn't going to kill Kimigra if that baka youkai tried anything like this again.

 

Sango was the best warrior he'd ever met. Her courage and tenacity gave her the fire she needed to fight even if she knew she had no chance of winning. She didn't fight carelessly; her mind was in every step of the fight, always calculating always thinking. Seeing her brought down and made so helpless by what the poison bearing inuyoukai had done enraged him and frightened him all at once. He loved Sango as his pack sister and far be it for him to just sit aside when there was a way that he could help her.

 

She was marked now and any male, including Miroku, would have to gain his approval before mating with her. Though the monk already was in his favor, any outside threat to her would be taken care of easily. Females of the pack were highly protected and prized. They were the life givers, the mothers, they were treasured above all else. The mark ensured her safety and he doubted that she knew just how much. She wouldn't live as long as he would, but her life was greatly extended now, she'd age a third slower than all the other humans. The other good thing about the mark was that it would be increasingly difficult for her to get hurt or sick. She'd gain his healing speed.

 

Inuyasha sat up from Sango and the woman looked at him with tired and confused eyes. He smiled softly, just a slight lift of the corners of his mouth and the lightening of his sun golden eyes. Leaning over her, he kissed her cool brow, happy to feel the fever gone, even though he knew it would be. As he sat back up, he wondered if she had any idea what he'd just done. He knew that as a taijiya that she would have studied youkai, but would she know of this?

 

“Sleep now pack sister, you'll awake healed.”

 

Sango nodded tiredly, happy that her headache was gone, though a bit of cotton seemed to fill her head and leave her groggy. She closed her eyes as she felt Inuyasha cover her with the blankets and then felt the slightly cool air as he opened her window just a bit to let in some fresh air.

 

Sango was asleep before Inuyasha exited her room and as he left he smiled upon her sleeping form. He shook his head; three years ago he'd never imagined that he would have anything like this. His family, his pack, they meant the world to him and he would protect them always. The question was though, if he were to mark the others as well, how would he go about marking Miroku? The leach, he'd probably enjoy it, either that or call Inuyasha a Hentai for trying to mark him. Damn.

 

The hanyou had just stepped out of the room and closed the door when he felt a small body slam into his legs and hug one leg around the knee tightly. He looked down to see Rin smiling up at him brightly. Inuyasha snorted in amusement and plucked the child from his leg, lifting her up to carry on his hip as he walked down the hall. If she were Shippou, Rin would just be perched on his shoulder - wait, he could do that with Rin, just in a different way.

 

Rin gasped in surprise when Inuyasha lifted her from his hip and sat her on his shoulders, grasping her legs so she wouldn't fall.

 

“Pappa doesn't do this with Rin,” she said in wonder and then fixed her eyes on his ears and giggled as her hands reached out and began to scratch and play with the fuzzy triangles. “Inuyasha-sama is tall!” she giggled happily and watched as the puppy ears swiveled and flipped about. “How do you do that?” she asked as she bent her body over his head to study his ears as he walked with her down the hall.

 

“Just do kid,” he said and bounced in his walk to bounce her on his shoulders.

 

Rin squealed in delight and hugged his head. A soft chuckle built in the hanyou's throat and rumbled in his chest as he thought about his life. He'd never thought, never imagined that one day he would have a pack of his own and that he would have not one, but two pups, granted one of those pups was his brother's. That was another thing, he'd only ever dreamed that he and his brother might get along; always cursing himself at the sharp pang of loneliness he would feel afterwards.

 

Now that loneliness was gone, in its place instead was the warm embrace of brotherly love and the love he and his brother shared for a certain miko. He heard a sigh ahead of him and broke out of his thoughts to see his brother standing just a ways down the hall in front of him.

 

“Must you Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru asked as he looked at his brother.

 

“What?” he asked confused and came to a stop just a few feet away from where his brother stood.

 

Rin giggled and smiled at her father. “He has puppy ears!” she giggled happily.

 

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru said with a sigh, “he has puppy ears.”

 

“What?” Inuyasha demanded still not understanding his brother's sigh of disapproval and grumble of whatever it was he was grumbling about.

 

“Our dear little Rin already attaches herself to Sesshoumaru-sama enough as it is,” a female inuyoukai servant said as she came up and tapped Rin on her nose the girl giggling and scrunching her nose at the her youkai friend.

 

“Hi Kina,” Rin giggled happily at her friend. “Rin's tall!”

 

“Yes I see little one,” Kina, Rin's personal servant/guard said, though she loved being with the child. “I know that look Rin, what is it you're thinking about?” she asked teasingly.

 

“Rin will be taller on pappa's shoulders,” she giggled happily, Kina the only one of the staff of the castle that Rin had called Sesshoumaru `pappa' to.

 

“Do you see what you've done now Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru said.

 

The taiyoukai had grown up right alongside Kina and often thought of her as more a friend and advisor on Rin that he did an actual servant. Her mother had been in service at the palace only to be killed during the uprisings when she was protecting her pup. Kina giggled and Sesshoumaru looked at her to see what she found so amusing, it was then he discovered that apparently he stood close enough for Rin to grab onto his hair for she was now braiding a lock of it with his brother's and had tied the ends with a piece of cloth torn from her kimono sleeve.

 

“Pappa's hair is brighter,” she said in a decisive manner at the she looked at the gleaming silvery white locks that were wrapped around the fair white locks of his brother's. “Pretty,” she decided and started on another braid made from both brothers' hair.

 

“Umm Rin,” Kina said with a laugh as she gained the young girl's attention. “I don't really think the brothers want to be bound in such a manner.” Rin looked at her with a confused frown as she stopped in her task of braiding the hair together. “Their hair Rin,” Kina clarified. “I don't think they want their hair to be braided together.”

 

“Oh,” Rin said and then looked at the braid she'd already made. “Ok,” she said and smiled as she unbraided the hair, letting it fall to each owner freely.

 

Rin giggled as she contented herself with simply braiding Inuyasha's hair as she sat upon his shoulders. She had earlier pulled the hair out from underneath her so that it was spread over her hips and legs, liking the warm blanket it made.

 

“Just be grateful that she doesn't have any flow-ers,” Sesshoumaru said breaking on the last word as he watched Rin pull bedraggled blossoms from the folds of her obi. “Be thankful they're not pink,” he said as he turned and walked down the hallway.

 

“Inuyasha-sama-”

 

“Rin?”

 

“Yes?” the tiny girl on his shoulders said.

 

“Call me uncle instead of sama ok?” he asked his golden eyes looking at her as she hung over his head, her stomach and chest flattening his ears.

 

“Inuyasha-uncle?”

 

“Inuyasha or uncle, just one kid, I don't need both.”

 

“Uncle Yasha,” she finally decided with a giggle.

 

Inuyasha huffed and chuckled when she sat up and began playing with his ears again.

 

“Uncle Yasha?”

 

“Yeah Rin?”

 

“When are we gonna go see Kagome-mamma?”

 

“Once Sango wakes up and eats something.”

 

“Ok.”

 

Inuyasha walked around the castle and garden for an hour with Rin on his shoulders before she decided she wanted to run around in the gardens and fields and pluck more flowers. He watched over Rin as she played and ran through the meadows and plucked flowers and spent the next two hours pulling the flowers from his hair as he undid the tiny braids that the girl had put in his hair. Braids and flowers, oiy.