InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ In The Name of Justice? ( Chapter 75 )

Chapter Seventy Five:

In The Name of Justice?

April

“Come on mama!” Rikimaru called as threw open the door and dashed outside into the bright sunlight.

Kagome sighed indulgently behind the child, a basket of laundry in hand as she followed the bundle of energy. Sesshomaru walked a step behind her, calm eyes searching the treeline for disturbances.

The group traveled a short distance away to cheerfully running river. It was an unusually warm day, and their young pup had moaned and pleaded to go out for a swim. While Sesshomaru may have otherwise denied the request when his pup's studies had not been completed, he found himself less inclined to disappoint his hopeful mate.

Amusement washed over him.

She had looked up at him with sparkling brown eyes, batting dark lashes and pursing her lips in supplication.

He'd been too entertained to deny her.

He returned his attention to his son who was eager shedding his clothing as he raced for the bright blue water. Kagome made it just in time to get thoroughly splashed as their naked child disappeared under the water.

Kagome laughed at his antics, sitting her basket of clothing down at her side.

The sound warmed him.

Sesshomaru leapt up into a nearby tree, adjusting his sword before melting back into the comfortable embrace of the sturdy tree. Gleaming eyes watched the two below, his aura filling the area, a silent alarm system should anything or anyone venture too close.

Soft humming filled his ears, splashing and laughter.

It was soothing.

As his mate bent over the rivers edge, Rikimaru swam close. He watched, already anticipating the ensuing splash, he watched through lowered eyes. Without fail, his son burst through the surface, dousing his mother thoroughly.

She giggled, the sound a welcome change from muteness.

She was regaining her life, coming to terms with their loss, healing the gaping wound their death had created. For that he was grateful. It had been a long hard road full of sleepless nights, crying fits and stone cold depressive sadness.

But over the last week, he'd heard whispers of her voice in the early morning quietness.

Whispers of love and acceptance, of admiration and devotion to his and his pup.

He had almost given up hope that she'd come out of her silent grief. Almost, but not quite. Giving up on her was not something he could ever see himself doing. Amber eyes softened at her smiling face.

How could he?

He loved her.

Truly and deeply loved her.

He chuckled to himself.

Love.

As apathetic as he had grown up to anything as `weak' as love, the irony was not lost on him that he found himself up to his eyebrows in the emotion. That woman. Those luminous brown eyes, that beautiful smile, that iron clad inner strength and sharp mind haunted him.

He was madly in love with the female.

As though gleaning his thoughts she peeked up at him through dark lashes, wet curly hair draped over one slim shoulder.

The look was sultry and provocative.

A look he had not received in a while.

Arousal shot through his gut, heating his blood. Desire pooled in his loins. The need for sexual intimacy had been dormant in the wake of their loss, but now had returned with a vengeance that left him lightheaded.

Images of her, naked and moaning flash through his mind. Luminous white skin, sharp claws along his sweaty back, incredible tightness milking his cock.

He wanted her.

Rikimaru splashed her again, eliciting a squeal from his unsuspecting mother.

The moment fizzled out, leaving him aching and unsatisfied.

He released a silent breath, shifting uncomfortably from the pressure in his balls, his erection pounding painfully.

He'd have to see about renovating the small study for his son faster. With the reawakening of their libido, he was eager to reclaim the heated nights of passion they had once shared.

She gave him an amused sly glance before turning back to their laundry.

His lips curled in anticipation.

She'd see where her sly look would get her when he finished their pups room in half the time.

He'd bend her over and......

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“Did you get it?” Shiro asked.

Jikininki lifted the vial in response.

“Are you sure about this brother? That child could die,”

Shiro held out his hand, eyes gleaming. Jikininki handed it over, crossing his arms in agitation.

“So how do you purpose we get close enough to him to utilize the powder,”

Shiro sat back in his chair, balancing on two wooden legs.

“They do laundry every three weeks. We'll utilize your manipulation of vegetation and dousing the boys clothes in it. You'll have to be extremely careful. The father rarely drops his guard, and the slightest mistake could rouse his suspicion,”

“That woman has healing skills,” Jikininki reminded him, “I've seen her healing the scrapes and bumps of the youngling. What is to stop her from simply healing him?”

Shiro brought the white powder up to eye level.

“This powder is rare, it's affects irreversible without the antidote,” Shiro eyed the sparkling dust, “It is said it was created from the bones of the God of Hell. I highly doubt she'll be able to counteract it's painful symptoms before serious injury occurred,”

Jikininki frowned at the callous attitude.

“Don't give me that look, we'll `happen' to be in the area with the antidote. The woman will be begging to help us after we save her kid,”

Jikininki sighed, face relaxing.

He just hopped everything went as smooth as his brother seemed to think it would. He could ill afford to have a dead child on his conscience anymore than he could stomach having his brother's demise on his shoulders.

What a mess.

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Rikimaru looked up at his parents with tired amber eyes. Kagome sat on his bed, brushing his silver bangs back to place a kiss on the small crescent moon gracing his forehead.

His little lips curled as he snuggled deeper into the fur covered bed.

“Night, night mama,” he yawned, sharp little fangs gleaming.

He barely noticed her stand before his father leaned down to ruffle his hair affectionately.

“Goodnight, son,” came his father's smooth baritone voice.

“Goodnight father,” he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

Sesshomaru smirked.

He stood, ushering his mate from the room with a clawed hand at her lower back. As they neared their bedroom, his blood heated, and desire washed over him. They'd barely closed their own door before she was on him, lips fierce and demanding.

Sesshomaru was more than ready.

He tumbled her to bed, clothes flying in their wake. Bare skin filled his hands, a sharp intake of breath greeting the contact. Soft breasts and puckered nipples brought a groan to her lips.

Her eager hands smoothed over his chest, up to his strong shoulders and down his back, scratching lightly.

His back arched in pleasure, fingers moving over her tender wet flesh. Silently, he thanked the Gods for the moisture he found. He ached, the throbbing more than he could stand.

A moan of ecstasy burst from bright red lips as he entered her swiftly. He closed his eyes, shuddering as he sank deep in snug wet heat.

Grasping fingers pulled him close, demanding hands yanking his head down.

His lips descended, tongue sweeping aggressively. He hooked her legs high and wide, hips pounding at a rapid pace. Her head twisted, her body clenched and orgasm rocked through her.

Heated amber eyes watched with rapt fascination. Her skin flushed, sweat slipping down pale flesh.

Heavy lidded honey eyes watched, soft lips panting.

Sesshomaru growled, more turned on that he could ever recall. He pulled from her, eliciting a squeal of surprise as he turned her roughly on her belly. His breath thundered from his chest. Gripping her hips he brought her up on her knees, covering her before she could even catch her breath.

A scream, both pleasure and surprise tumbled from her lips.

Unwilling to allow her to wake their child, he covered her lips, pounding wildly against her plush buttocks.

Her damp hands clenched the sheets, her back arching in rapture.

Her muffled screams heated his palm as her body convulsed, bathing his cock in fresh moisture. Strong tugs threatened to release his seed. He fought against his rising climax, holding himself still and tight against her ass. His teeth clenched, and stars burst behind his closed eyes.

He placed soft, loving kisses along her shoulder and back. When she quieted, he moved slowly against her, thrusting deep and gentle. Her body trembled, fists tugging on the furs.

Sesshomaru nuzzled her ear, smirking in satisfaction when she shivered in response.

Sharp fangs nipped her earlobe.

A muffled, long, drawn out groan slipped between his fingers. Heat washed through his body, his hips faltered. Orgasm clawed up his spine. Pulling her back against him, he replaced his hand with his lips, dulling both their moans of completion.

He held her tight against his heaving chest, their moist flesh trembling together.

Exhausted and more satisfied than he had been in a long time, Sesshomaru drew them down to waiting comfort of the bed. Long moments passed, the two basking in the afterglow.

As their skin began to cool, Kagome turned to face him, her eyes warm and gentle.

Sesshomaru felt his chest tighten.

A clawed hand reached up to brush her dark bangs from her damp forehead, tracing down her face to her swollen lips.

“I love you, Kagome,”

Honey eyes widened, her lips opening slightly in shock. Tears glistened in those brown depths.

A soft hand cupped his cheek.

She leaned forward, lips brushing his with exquisite tenderness.

“I love you too,” she whispered against his mouth.

Her slim arm tightened around him. Salt and water teased his nose an instant before tears wet their merged lips.

“I love you,” she repeated softly, “I love you Sesshomaru,”

His arms came around her, knowing the tears were more than joy.

“Your love for this Sesshomaru was never in question, woman,” he teased her gently.

She chuckled, a small laugh that turned into a sob. His arms tightened, holding her together. His own throat burned.

“Sesshomaru,” she sobbed, “Our babies,”

Sesshomaru closed his eyes against the pain.

“They're gone,”

Her body trembled.

“Oh God they're gone,”

The floodgates opened, and Sesshomaru held her flush against his heart as she wailed her grief against his chest. Clawed fingers sifted through curly dark hair. It was long hours before the tears stemmed, and even longer moments before his mate was able to compose herself.

Sesshomaru sat up, brushing her hair gently from her face.

Red rimmed eyes looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed both tear stained cheeks.

Sitting back up, he watched her intently, noting her reddened cheeks and clear eyes. Eyes that shinned with familiar life and vitality. His heart loosened, the grief lessening in his heart.

Her hands came up, cupping his cheeks, gentle thumbs stroking his magenta markings.

She spoke quietly in the dark room.

“Tarou, Ayane, Daichi, they were a joy that lasted but a brief moment,” she began, “I miss them more than I can say. I know you do too. But it's okay now, they're okay, my angels,”

Sesshomaru leaned down, burying his nose in her hair, hiding the emotion that threatened to unman him.

“Thank you, for being strong for me, for your son,” she whispered, “I love you Sesshomaru,”

Soft lips pressed against her head.

“Your strength fed my own, do not doubt that,” he admitted.

Her lips curled into a smile, genuine and unblemished.

“Aye, Sesshomaru, I do not doubt that,”

Rikimaru stared up at his mother, eyes wide as though she had grown another head.

Kagome giggled at the owl expression.

“I said, good morning, Rikimaru,” she repeated.

He blinked.

Kagome blinked back, amusement spreading. His little silver head tilted curiously. To his parents further entertainment, he looked over at his father, as though asking; `What the hell is going on?'

Sesshomaru's eyes gleamed, though he kept his expression smooth.

“Do you not hear your mother speaking to you, Rikimaru?”

His son blinked at him before turning bewildered eyes back to Kagome. His little silver brows furrowed.

“You talk now mama?” he questioned.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

“Yes, I do now,”

He leaned back a bit.

“How come, mama? When did you get your voice back?”

Kagome looked over at her mate. They had come to a decision about these types of questions last night. Sesshomaru gave her a nod of encouragement.

“When you're older, I'll explain it to you,”

Rikimaru looked back at his father, then back to his mother.

“Okay, mama,” he wrapped her in a tight embrace, “I'm glad you got your voice back,”

Kagome tightened her arms.

“Me too sweetheart, me too,”

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Sarinji sat quietly in his chair, watching the happy guests twirl about the dance floor. It had been a fairly tense ceremony. The weeding planner and bride had been at each others throat in a not so subtle manner.

When they hadn't been shouting and insulting each other, they engaged in the most vicious, silent glare he had ever seen in all his days.

Lord InuYasha, Lord Yamiko and Sinjaku had been at a lost to soothed the two angry females while Lord InuTaisho and Elder Toramaru had flat out refused to get involved any longer.

Sarinji didn't blame them.

You were liable to become their next target if you were not careful with your words.

He sighed, a slight smile coming to his lips.

Ensei would have enjoyed the venue and music. He'd always been good at this sort of thing. Sadness clenched his youkai heart.

It was hard to believe he'd never see the smiling male again.

He sighed.

Burying his cousin had been hard. His death had left a gaping wound in his soul. Ensei was supposed to have buried him, not the other way around. Sarinji had long named his cousin as his heir and beneficiary. Now, the action was a joke. He had no heir, no one he trusted or cared enough to leave his legacy to should he meet his untimely end.

No children.

No mate.

And now, no family.

He looked down at the dark Demon Blood in his goblet.

How pathetic.

After all these years he'd come to a crossroad. All his sacrifice, all his hard work and for what?

Nothing.

He had nothing to show for it.

He thought back to his desk, the parchment he'd been contemplating. The sender, an overseer of some renown, seeking to make an arranged marriage for his oldest daughter. Sarinji had been contemplating accepting the proposal but had instead set it aside, deciding to think over the decision when he didn't feel loneliness crashing through his soul.

He took a swig from the goblet.

He would accept.

What more did he have to lose?

A new mate, hopeful a few younglings nipping at his ankles, it was something he'd always wanted.

He frowned into his cup.

He just hadn't thought to make the decision in such an dispassionate manner.

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Yui sighed again.

“Yui, I swear if you do that again,” Yuko warned.

“Honestly Yui, did you really like him that much?” Yuki asked.

Yui watched the newly mated pair. Lady Jolicia was glaring at that woman again and InuYasha was speaking at length with his father. His silver hair had been pulled back from his face, and he was wearing a neatly pressed military uniform. His silver kimono and deep blue hakama enhancing his neatly tanned skin.

His adorable dog ears twitched now and again at the noise in the room. His face had mature, hell his whole aura had lost a lot of it's rough edge.

He was even more dreamy than she remembered.

“I like him a lot,” Yui admitted.

“Hmmmm,” the two fox demons hummed, giving her a look.

“He was....” Yui placed a finger along her lips, pondering the elusive description, “different,” she finally supplied.

“Different?” they echoed.

Yui nodded, leaning on the table, head in hand as she watched him.

“Different, laid back, cute and shy,” she giggled, smiling at some memory, “fun and surprisingly a great kisser,”

The duo giggled.

“She's smitten,” Yuko commented.

“Aye, bitten by the love bug,” Yuki agreed.

The three shared a giggle.

“Oh well, plenty of demons in the sea,” Yui decided, sitting up to survey the room, “hmmmmm....” she mumbled, spotting Lord Sarinji sitting alone.

“Poor guy,” Yuko said, “Lost his cousin, the last of his relatives. I still can't believe Lady Kagura was involved with those awful dragons,”

The others nodded.

“She certainly got what she deserved,” Yuki declared, “It's a shame that Lord Ensei had to pay the price for her selfishness,”

“She died, didn't she?” Yui questioned.

“Hmmm,” Yuko thought hard.

She shrugged her slender shoulders.

“I don't remember, rumor has it that something awful happened to her in retaliation,”

“Well I heard she had her bones melted to dust by Lord Sesshomaru,” Yuki gossiped.

Two pairs of eyes widened.

“No!” the two gasped in unison.

“Yes!” Yuki confirmed, “You saw the forest after Lord Sesshomaru was finished, the vegetation is only just beginning to return to its former glory,”

“Oh, how horrible!” Yui exclaimed, shivering at the thought.

“She deserved every bit of it,” Yuki proclaimed.

“Yes of course, but what an awful way to go,”

The two nodded in agreement.

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Torao's gaze shifted about the room, his brows lowering.

These disgusting people.

Priming, prancing and strutting around the room. His teeth clenched. He didn't want to be here. Couldn't afford to be here.

He had things to do, women to sacrifice, a deadline to meet.

As much as he'd love to fade from the party and slip away, he knew those damn dogs would note the disappearance, remark on it, and use it as more evidence against him.

Damn them.

And damn his master.

He'd gotten caught up in a real mess. Was stuck in a deal that no longer had any benefit for him. InuTaisho was still alive and even if he got rid of both he and his meddling brother, there was no way he'd be able to capitalize on their deaths. Not with two sons in line for the throne.

All his scheming had come to naught, and now he had not choice but to continue to feed the beast that held his soul hostage.

Years and years of planning for nothing.

He was angry and angry and sickened with the entire arrangement he'd agreed to. Damn that dragon. He'd double crossed him, found a loophole to get what he wanted without holding up his end of the `bargain'.

Disgusted with himself and the world around him, Torao quit the room, bursting through the glass doors leading outside.

The cool night air soothed his rage.

Tossing back the last of his Demon Blood, he tossed the goblet carelessly into the surrounding hedges.

There had to be a way out of this.

A way to end this cycle of feeding without damming his soul.

He just needed to think.

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Shiro watched as the three made their way down to the river. The child and female chatting with each other and the mostly silent male. Shiro elbowed his dozing brother. Jikininki awoke with a start.

“They're moving,” Shiro informed him, “Are you ready?”

Jikininki clenched his teeth.

Yeah.

As ready as he'd ever be to make a kid's life hell. Instead of answering, he brought a negligible steady stream of energy into the ground about him, directing it to follow the travelers at a snail pace.

Sweeping over blades of grass, the powder entwined in ripples of energy.

Already Jikininki was sweating, his head pounding. The enormous amount of focus and restraint it required taking a toll on his body. His muscles tensed, jaw clenching, eyes tightly closed.

Shiro's lids lowered, green eyes glowing. He watched the energy flow, waiting for the perfect time to `pass by' with the the antidote.

Minutes ticked by, and the strain had almost become to much for Jikininki.

Jikininki panted, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. Lines of pain bracketed his mouth.

`Focus dammit'

He urged himself.

`If that demon catches wind of my energy we're all dead'

He took a deep, rejuvenating breath, the lines fading from his mouth.

“You're almost there,” Shiro mumbled, heart pounding.

Jikininki forced his energy further.

“.....That's it,” he whispered in a rush, “it's done. Pull back,”

Jikininki retracted his energy, the process as painful as the initial procedure. By the time he had dispersed his energy, he felt weak as new born babe. His limbs shook, his heart pounded, his muscles felt like rocks and his head threatened to split. Trembling, he collapsed on the cool earth.

He forced back bile.

He'd not make of fool of himself before his younger brother.

Shiro leaned over him.

“Are you alright, Jiki?”

Jikininki heaved, breathing fast and shallow. He closed his eyes and summoned the energy to give a slight nod to his brother.

Shiro hesitated before standing.

“I'll be back,” he assured him, “When you can, leave this area, we can't be too careful,”

Jikininki didn't bother nodding. Shiro watched him a moment before disappearing into the brush. Silence washed over Jikininki.

Minutes later, he turned over on his back, violet eyes squinted against the small streams of light shinning through the leafy green leaves above head. A cool breeze ruffled his sweat soaked crimson hair.

He should feel good about the progress they were making. If this plan continued to go accordingly, they'd be that much closer to saving his brother, that much closer to liberation.

He covered his eyes with his forearm.

Sharp white teeth clenched.

At what price did their freedom come? The life of a pup? The anguish of a mother, the pain of the father?

Was that justice?

With the blood they had spilled, with their soiled hands, could the claim to be good battling evil? Were they not evil?

He didn't know anymore.

This war had changed him, had changed his brothers. He barely knew himself anymore. Barely knew his kin.

Who was he?

Who were they?

What were they doing in the name of justice?

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This is the first time I've cried writing a chapter. Wow. Hope you all enjoyed. Please review!

Laters

~Sessakag