InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ As Time Will Tell ❯ Finally! 500 years... ( Chapter 2 )

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As Time Will Tell

 

Chapter Two: Finally! 500 years…

 

Sesshoumaru watched the old shrine and it's inhabitants in the darkening sky, from a rooftop that was `coincidentally' placed near enough to the shrine on the small hill, which allowed him to view it from afar. He spent most of the last seventeen years of his immortal life dedicating to watch and protect the one he spent the last five hundred years waiting and hoping to meet again. Fate had been cruel but he would take back what was stolen from him. For the past five hundred years, Japan changed, humans changed (just a little), he changed and his purpose in his existence changed. He often missed the Sengoku Jidai, the fresh air before it was polluted with grime, gas and factory exhaust. When humans feared all youkai and the youkai reigned supreme. The freedom and the vast forest that once surrounded his ancestral home, which no longer existed. Humans. Interesting creatures, they were. The scent of humans hasn't changed much over the years, still sweat based, but they were now hygienic which was a small improvement. But now they seemed to bask themselves in false, irritating fragrances that made his eyes water.

 

Human intelligent sometimes was ironic. To come so far, but still not far enough. But he must give them their due, their intellect that canceled out their other worldly faults. He didn't particularly liked to pretend to be human, but he chose to hide amongst the sheep, it allowed to him to do as he wished without drawing attention to him, which he pointed out that he could easily dispose of the problem but as he stated earlier he changed.

 

He was still the Taiyoukai of the Western Lands to all youkai that survived the transition and genocide the humans bestowed on youkai once they had the technology to overcome their bodily strength. The years have been generous to him from a human point of view, but he looked exactly like he did half a millenium ago. He changed not physically but instead it was more of a modern self-awareness and a new conscious thought.

 

But those could disagree with him, about him changing physically, for in his youkai humanoid from was looked the same, but that never came into account of his human disguise. As a `human' he changed his long silver hair to a soft light golden brown and in certain light would almost glow it's natural tint, and it was usually kept in a low ponytail, that always brushed up against his legs. He refused to cut it, one might think him shallow, but he liked his hair and as it was an inherited gift and he refused to hide it. His piercing golden eyes were hidden behind some trivial concealing spell. Now they were of a cinnamon color with only a touch of his natural shade of gold. With the same concealing spell his facial markings and stripes were hidden from curious onlookers. At times he was surprised to see them on his body once he dropped the simple spell, but those moments were rare.

 

For too long he has been the living embodiment of a lie, and he secretly hoped that it would end. His tail still existed but he had absorbed it into his corporal being, and only a few times he indulged himself and allowed it to drape across his shoulder like he did so long ago. The only evidence of his youkai heritage was his fangs, claws and his some- what pointed ears. He refused to completely round his ears, for he saw no need. Humans were diverse creatures and his pointy ears would not bring questions to his true nature. His claws had retracted a bit but they were as sharp as ever. His `nails' had the look of a manicure but all in all it was just well maintenance, as one would with a sword or gun. As they were weapons in their purpose to a youkai.

 

His traditional silk haori and hakama were replaced with Gucci, Armani and Versace business suits. To make it in the human world Sesshoumaru discovered, power was based on wealth not physical stamina. He took advantage of the growth of technology and he built himself an empire that continued to swell with profit, power and influence. Many compared him to the American Donald Trump, but he saw very little of his traits that could be compared to him. In truth it sicken him to be compared to him, but what was he to do.

 

Sesshoumaru's ways of dealing the business world was vastly different from the American and he didn't understand how they could make the comparison. He was considered by the business world to be a recluse and mysterious. He never spoke to the press, rarely made public appearances and when he did show himself it was something of importance and he was for more affluent then the American can ever hope to be. And yet again his superficial thoughts kept reminding him that he was far more superior in every way, and demanded that he would remain in HIS shadow.

 

But recently he had made the news as `Hayakawa Eizan' who began to take over his father's business as the sole heir to the immense fortune, but he was curbing his own power. So that his brothers, `Matsuyo' and `Ryozo' would share the vice president chair and would take his responsibility whenever `Eizan' was away. Sesshoumaru found that he preferred to change identities about every 50 to 60 years playing the part of father and son to keep up the appearances so every generation he posed for would take over. Now was the time he rid himself of his paternal identity and took over his own company as Eizan.

 

The one major thorn in his side at the moment was those damn reporters. They seemed to love to make him and his `family' the center of gossip. They got wind he was taking over and they relentlessly hounded him. Against his liking he was named Japan's most eligible bachelor of the business world. He couldn't go anywhere without being pursued by shameless whores, who wanted nothing more to get into his bed and his bank account. Matsuyo had received the same treatment, but on nowhere the amount that Sesshoumaru had to deal with. Even Ryozo had to put-up with sleazy human whores.

 

There was one determined human who he was forced to work with who constantly hounded him and tried to seduce him on number of occasions and yet she couldn't get the hint. Whenever she was near she would brush up against him and it made his senses burn. Her scent was heavily masked by an over abundance of flower perfume and with each brush up against him, she horrible scent lingered around him, and it disgusted him completely. Oh he wished that he could have used Dokkasou and melt his problem away, but he didn't want to or afford to be forced into seclusion until the incident blew over.

 

He pulled his mind out of his thoughts as he witnessed activity at the shrine he watched over. He sighted a girl in a sailor uniform, exit a small shed heading for her home. Her raven hair hid her face but he knew who it was. There was no way for him not to know. He had memorized every detail of her and the old memories of the past began to resurface. He immediately ached to fly to her, to hold her, to kiss her, to make sweet passionate love to her, to feel her writhing, thrashing body beneath his own, but he couldn't and it pulled at his heart's string. So close but so far… He now knew what that human phrase meant and he took it to heart. He watched as she hobbled to her house, she was in obvious pain, and once again his protective urges called for him to run to her and make everything better.

 

“Otousan? Is she back?”

 

“Hai.” Sesshoumaru turned to face his youngest son, as he joined him on the top of the rooftop, peering over the city and the ancestral home of his beloved.

 

Kado stood next to his father and joined in the gazing of their environment. He too wore a fine business suit much like Sesshoumaru and he wore the pure completed Shikon no Tama around his neck. He looked so much like his father; to whom Kado had inherited his delicate features. His silver hair was the same hue as his father. He has his father's hair but he had two long tendrils on each side of his face and it only reached his waist and it flowed freely, from having not to be confined to a ponytail as his father chose to do. His concealing spell covered his crescent moon, the one stripe on both cheeks, and he rounded his ears a bit but still was different from most human ears. His silver hair under the concealing spell had the same light brown like his father's. The only true difference between him and his father was instead of the penetrating gold/cinnamon eyes, he had glacier blue eyes, that demanded attention from all even when he didn't call for it. He looked so much like his father that he was forced to portray his brother, Matsuyo, for they seemed to be the same age. Even though his father is a full youkai, and him being a hanyou with a special case he aged just as slowly as a full youkai. Five hundred years passed and, he looked no over 25.

 

“When are we going to confront her?”

 

“Several weeks from now.”

 

“Otousan can I go with you?”

 

“No.”

 

“Otousan?”

 

“I said no, Kado.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“We've been over this Kado, you will not come to the first encounter.”

 

“But she's my Okasan! I want to see her!”

 

“Kado no. We're taking huge risk just by talking to her and I will not allow the timeline to be skewed any more than necessary and the fact that you are her son might disrupt your future. I will go alone. She knows me but you might slip out a few too many details.”

 

“No I won't.”

 

“Yes you will. You have her bashful, truthful nature and if she comes to ask who you are, you might foolishly answer her.”

 

“But Otousan even if I don't go with you, there is a chance that I might not be born.”

 

“…”

 

“It's a risk I'm willing to take.”

 

“I am not.”

 

“Otou-”

 

“Kado be silent. I will not lose you both when we could change everything for the better. You could have your mother back.”

 

“But what if it doesn't work out?”

 

“Then hopefully when time repeats itself, This Sesshoumaru will do something different.”

 

“Alright but you will not prevent me from seeing her at the second meeting. Shippou and I grow restless with the passing of days. We will need to confide to her.”

 

“I will think it over.”

 

“Promise?”

 

“This Sesshou-“

 

“Otousan promise?”

 

“I promise, but Kado I forbid you from seeking her out in an unnecessary situation.”

 

“Hai Otousan.”

 

“Kado?”

 

“Hai?”

 

“We will have her back.”

 

“I know,” he said with a smile, sometimes it surprised him that his father would try to make him feel better, like now, he was awful at it ninety-nine percent of the time, but he appreciated it all the same. It made Shippou's stories about his father seem a little strange, he couldn't imagine him once being evil, but he could picture his father the stoic iceman of the Sengoku Jidai who demanded respect and obedience. For his father was still cold to people. Most didn't notice but his father only really let go of his emotionless mask in front of him or Shippou.

 

Kado left his father to his watching as he left the rooftop. He knew his father hated waiting and he understood, for he too waited five hundred years to see his mother again. He gilded down the stairs that led to the roof and navigated his way to his penthouse flat. His father felt it was necessary to own the last three floors of the apartment complex, squandering all the available penthouses just for the three of them. He took notice that Shippou was waiting outside his door, nervous about something that was seen to be obvious on his troubled face.

 

Shippou had grown over the past five hundred years, he was tall, but he only went to Kado's chin. He still had his burly red hair, as it was held in a high ponytail, must of the time, otherwise his curly shoulder length hair hung loose. As he grew older his paws changed into something more `normal' to help fit in with the growing human population. His once fluffy tail he absorbed into his body much like his adopted father. His ears had rounded out to look human. He had no need for a concealing spell, as he could control the basic functions of his body, had he had stripes he would have needed a concealing spell. His eyes were still a vibrant green, just full of knowledge and wisdom five hundreds worth, but sometimes he still was the kitsune cub that wanted nothing more to play and eat candy. He too wore business suits like his brother and father, but he preferred his T-shirts and jeans.

 

“Hey Kado is he still out there?”

 

“Yeah, still watching over her.”

 

“When are we going to talk to her?”

 

“He will be going in a few weeks.”

 

“He? You mean we're not going?”

 

“Hai.”

 

“Why aren't we?”

 

“Otousan says that we might let something slip.”

 

“That's not fair. We waited just as long as he did and we both want to see her just as bad as he does!”

 

“I know but we can come to the second meeting, Otousan said he would think it over.”

 

“Kado we're not pups anymore, we should be able to see her! She's my Okasan too you know! It's not fair that Otousan gets to see her first. I can't wait that much longer.”

 

“Shippou.” A cold voice interrupted. Shippou and Kado turned to see their father at the end of the hall in the opening of to the stairs.

 

“Konbanwa Otousan.” Shippou supplied nervously.

 

“Shippou.”

 

“Hai?”

 

“You and Kado will be allowed to visit her in the next meeting but, you will not be in contact with her till then. Shippou I mean this. You will not speak to her, see her or anything. You will do nothing. You understand?”

 

“Hai.”

 

“Otousan are you done watching Okasan?” Kado joined in since his father showed up at his door.

 

“Hai, she has gone to bed. I trust you two not to interfere with her. You will see her soon. But if she runs into trouble, protect her. As I won't be able to for the next three days.”

 

“Why?” Kado asked.

 

“I just received a call while I was on the roof. There seems to be sudden meeting in Okinawa, and I need to make an appearance tomorrow. When I'm gone and there is trouble do not allow her under any circumstances to see you. Shippou it is advisable for you to use your illusionary magic if you have to make yourself known.”

 

“We know Otousan, we know. Save her and disappear. We've been protecting her sense she was born and nothing happened as of ever.” Shippou added smartly. He found it funny that Sesshoumaru was so protective and nothing had happened to his mother in her short life, not including the Noh mask and the ghost incident. (Which they couldn't interfere as Inuyasha had been there.)

 

“I only served to remind you, due to my unexpected appointment. That damn bitch called to try to arrange another of her so called offers towards a buyout with one of our competitors and I won't be here when your mother remains here in this time.”

 

“Mizaki Naomi trying to get in your bed again?” Kado asked sheepishly.

 

“Amongst other things.”

 

“I wonder how she would react to find out that you have two sons who are about twenty times her own age...”

 

“You will tell her nothing.”

 

“Be still Otousan! I'm just joking. Besides I don't think she would believe us. We don't look past twenty-six. Pretty good for you Otousan, who lived over a thousand years!” Shippou added, gracefully, from all the years of practice smoothing Inuyasha's ruffled `fur'.

 

“Yeah. I mean Otousan, you and I are often confused as twins. But still I wonder would she still try to worm her way into your bed.”

 

“I would not put it past her. That slut has done everything to be noticed by you. She is almost as bad as a neko in heat…”

 

“Humans are strange creatures, still to this day. Always getting into something they do not know of.”

 

“Otousan how long will you be gone?”

 

“Three days and as soon as I am back, I expect you two to work the Takagawa takeover, and leave Kagome to me.”

 

* * *

 

 

Teaser:

 

“… Perhaps I could assist with that small problem and test my theory.”

 

“What theory is that?”

 

“That you haven't met the right woman yet.”

 

“That `right' woman I meet will be certainly not you.” On that note Sesshoumaru left her and headed into the elevator, leaving her with her gaping with denial.