InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ An Heir Before My Death ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: An Heir Before My Death
Author: Laura
Pairing: Kagome/Tisho, Sango/Sesshomaru, Hitori/Inuyasha, Madine/Miroku
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sesshomaru finds out he is dying. He needs an heir to take over his lands before he dies. But he does not yet have a mate. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha make a truce and spends time with the group. Within that group, he never realizes that he finds love with the most ironic person there ever is: Sango.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. They belong to Rumiko Takahasi. I only own Tisho, Hitori, Kyrono & Madine
Spoilers: None.

A/N There is some OOC in this story...And plenty of new characters......HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!

Chapter 1
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~~~The Lord of the Western Lands had been feeling the pain in his heart for a couple of months. He had been extra-tired as of late and his amber eyes no longer glowed. His anger had diminished some and his emotions frolicking throughout his being. Knives felt like they were being plunged deep within his heart and somebody was closing off his air passage. The Lord had isolated himself from all in his castle. Even Jaken who was overly concerned for his Lord's health and welfare. At the moment, Lord Sesshomaru realized something was terribly wrong and consulted his own private castle physician who happened to be a special breed of dog demon.

~~~Lord Sesshomaru lay down upon his bed sleeping wearing nothing but his bedtime hakamas. His silver hair was disheveled and a coat of sweat covered his godly body. He had been bedridden for a few days now and had nought the strength to stand or move. A small knock on his door pulled him from his dreamy reverie.
"My Lord Sesshomaru? It is I, Tisho, your physician! May I enter?" A male voice asked from the other side.
Sesshomaru tried to move but it was too painful for him. "Enter." His hoarse voice called out.
The door opened and Tisho entered carrying a large black bag. He was almost as tall as Sesshomaru with green hair tied back in a low ponytail with silver eyes. Upon his body he wore a green haori with blue hakamas and black boots upon his feet. He was broad-shouldered and by the looks of him, he must have a body of a god just like Lord Sesshomaru.
"My Lord." Tisho bowed to his lord in deep and utter respect. Sesshomaru began to breath heavily and was practically gasping for air. "My Lord!" He rushed to Sesshomaru's side. "What is wrong?"
"My heart...My body...I feel like it's eating away at me..." He replied with pain in his voice. His clawed hand clutched at his heart and dug his fingernails just beneath the first layer of skin.
"My Lord!" Tisho cried out. He reached down and opened his bag pulling out several small vials. He looked at each one and sighed when he found the one he had been searching for. "Drink up, My Lord. It will taste ghastly, but it will help with the pain of your heart and body." He moved it to Sesshomaru's lips who gladly opened them. Tisho poured the contents of the vial in his lord's mouth and removed it, waiting for the painkiller to take effect. He sat down in a large chair next to the bed thinking. 'If our Lord is having these symptoms, then it is true. He is dying from the same illness his mother died from.'

~~~Time passed by and Sesshomaru seemed to calm down. The sweating stopped. His breath even. His heart beating regularly. He seemed to feel better although he knew he was not. Tisho remained by his lord's side for the rest of the evening. He knew his Lord would not feel better at all, but the medicine he had was the only thing able to work for his sire's body.

~~~Sesshomaru's eyes widened, wondering where he was. 'Where am I?' Looking around more at his surroundings, he realized he was in his own room with Tisho, his physician, at his side.
"Tisho?" He asked, voice still a little hoarse.
"Yes, Milord." He replied and bowed his head.
Sesshomaru smirked. "Thank you."
"You are most welcome. But, milord..." The physician was a little nervous to tell the Lord his diagnosis.
"What is it, Tisho?" He asked while wincing in pain trying to sit up against the headboard. 'Something is wrong...'
Tisho sighed heavily with a few tears beginning to well in his eyes. "My Lord..."
Sesshomaru looked over at Tisho, eyes narrow. "Are you beginning to weep, Tisho?" He saw the tears welling up. "Choke them back. Men do not cry."
Tisho did as told. "My Lord, there is something terribly wrong with you."
"I knew it." He sighed as he watched his hands in his lap twiddling his thumbs away. "What is wrong with me?"
Tisho stood, not able to look at Sesshomaru. He could not just come out and tell his Lord that he was going to die. He knew the Lord would not take well to the news at all. But his lord had te right to know what was going on with his own body.
"Lord Sesshomaru, you are dying." He blurted out.
Sesshomaru's thumbs stopped twiddling suddenly and his gaze focused on the male at his bedside.
"What do you mean I am dying?"
"You are dying, My Lord."
"Is there not a cure for this, Tisho?" Sesshomaru asked worriedly. He did not want to die. It was too soon. He was not even close pushing four hundred and he was to already die? "What am I to die from?"
Tisho sat down once again in the chair, hands in his lap and eyes attentative on the figure in the bed. "My Lord, remember your mother?"
Of course he remembered his mother. She had died when he was only about one hundred or so. Why would he not remember her? "How could I not?"
"How about what she died from?"
Sesshomaru's breath caught. 'No...I can't be dying from that...No.' "No. I can't...I can't be dying from that."
"But my Lord, you are dying from the same heart virus that killed your mother. It must have been passed on through your genes."
"How long did she live after she found out she was dying?" Sesshomaru asked.
Tisho's lips pursed together and that always meant he was in thought. "Um...I'd say at least a year."
Sesshomaru's eyes turned downcast not wanting to look at Tisho much longer.
"So, that means I have at least a year left of life within my body?"
"Well, the time differs..."
"How?"
Tisho yawned. "Well, it depends on how fast your heart is being eaten by the virus."
"And mine is being eaten..."
"At a mid-pace. I'd say you have at least a couple more years left in you before you become permanently bedridden and after that, five to eight months of life to breathe."
"I see..."
"But, my Lord..."
"Yes?"
"Who is to take over your lands?"
Sesshomaru's eyes widened. He had never thought about that before. He had not given one thought as to an heir. He did not have a mate so it was impossible for him to have an heir. But he had to find a mate and soon.
"I don't know, Tisho. I do not have a mate, nor I wish to have one. But, I will need to mate with somebody before my time comes."
"But who will you get, My lord? There are no more female youkai of your breed. And you know you need an heir with only dog demon blood running through his veins. No other demon allowed."
"But," he uncovered his body, "I need somebody to run my lands."
"But if you mate with another demon not of our breed, you risk the bloodline and there would be complications with the birth."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that if you mate with a demon not of our kind, things could get pretty ugly and the babe would either be miscarried, stillborn or mutated." Tisho said while pointing to each finger.
Sesshomaru sighed. "Then I can't have an heir."
"You can."
"What do you mean?" Sesshomaru asked standing up and stretching.
Tisho gazed over at his lord. "Are you sure you are well enough to stand, sire?" He asked, a little worry hinted in his voice.
"Yes. I am fine." As soon as he finished stretching, he motioned for Tisho to continue. "You were saying, Tisho?"
"Well, I was going to say that the heir did not have to be full-breed..."
The Lord of the Western Lands glanced over at Tisho. He knew his fellow dog-demon was right. It did not have to be a full breed dog demon, but there was no way he could breed with another youkai not of his race. But Tisho never said anything about ningen blood...
"Tisho, what do you think about a hanyou?" The Lord asked while heading to gather his haori, hakamas, boots and armor.
Tisho shrugged. "We are fine with your brother. So, why not?"
HIs amber eyes glowed. 'A ningen mate...I never thought I would follow in your footsteps father but it is the only way.' "All right. I will need to go out and find a worthy ningen to be my mate."
Tisho's eyes popped open with an idea. "Does your brother not travel with a couple female?"
Sesshomaru stopped in his tracks to take the words in. He did. His brother traveled with beautiful, strong, healthy ningen females. "Yes, Tisho. I believe you are correct."
"Then, why not go make amends with your brother and notify him of your dying. I am sure he could help you find a suitable mate for you, Lord Sesshomaru."
Sesshomaru nodded, a hint of a small smile covering his lips. "I believe I will take your advice, Tisho and go to my brother. Perhaps I could find a worthy among them."
"Let me come with, my Lord. Just in case..." He trailed off.
Sesshomaru just nodded and began to head out of the room. Tisho left his bag in the bedchambers and ran out after his lord.

TBC...

Well, I hope this was an okay beginning everybody.......

*I seem to be coming out with new stories all the time.....Am I right? LOL!

Kyatoz,

Laura