InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful: An Adventure in Parenthood ❯ Meeting Grandma ( Chapter 7 )

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SESS OR RIN OR EVEN SESSMOM… But little Shinnoumaru is mine XD (Speaking of… Nyoko-tan drew me some great fanarts of him! Thanks so much! I'm going to put links in my profile, for those who are interested.)

A/N:

This has RUN AWAY with me, and so I'm going to have to finally post it as it's own story… soon. I just wanted to get this out here though.

Also, I have a great friend by the name of Saraste, who is usually a yaoi writer, but who was kind enough to write me a Sess/Rin fic. You can find her beautifully written fic here on http :/ / www . fanfiction . net / s / 5394533 / 1 / G_for_Girl (I mean it when I say that it is BEAUTIFUL… It's way better than anything I've ever written, and her first language is not even English!)

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Sesshomaru and Rin arrived at the castle in the middle of the night. Ever vigilant, the guards watched their progress as they floated nearer, and twitched their noses as the prodigal son and his mate returned, to once more reside within the walls of the Shiro in the Clouds.

Setting down, Sesshomaru could not believe that his usual regal and composed mother did not simply wait as he ascended the staircase with Rin and Jaken to greet her, as she usually did, but instead floated down on an ethereal cloud with glowing amber eyes.

He dipped his head, but she ignored it. There was the slightest growl and a stern look to his mokomoko. “Hand him here, Sesshomaru! This obaa-sama,” the way she used that title… if she did not embody the very word `pride' before that instant, she certainly did now, "would like to meet her first grandchild sometime this century!" She huffed in annoyance, and crossed her arms expectantly.

Instinct told him that this was his mother and she would not harm pack… She had not harmed Inuyasha, and she would not harm Shinnoumaru… but experience told him that his mother was unpredictable… For a moment he weighed his options as she grew more and more impatient with his hesitation.

Still, she had been nonplussed at the idea of a human mate for her only son, and treated Rin with all the respect afforded any daughter-in-law… Aside from consistently referring to her as `Sesshomaru's human mate' or `Sesshomaru's human' or `Sesshomaru's human girl'…

Of course, she could have at least greeted him…

Letting loose an invisible sigh, he made his decision and the lord of the west moved his pelt to the side and a tiny nose wriggled out from beneath the covering, sniffing furiously. His mother's eyes went wide when she realized… and finally her head snapped back up to her son's face.

“Does this mean he was born as…?” Suddenly her eyes followed her nose to the scent of Rin, staring wonderingly at her, sprawled out sleeping on Ah-un's back. “From your human, he was born? You are certain?”

Sesshomaru fought not to roll his eyes or show signs of annoyance, “This Sesshomaru was there mother. His scent is proof enough of his lineage, is it not?”

“And yet, she survived and you are not standing here holding her corpse asking yet another favor… Truly, it is miraculous what you have managed to accomplish on your own as of late.”

Her insults were not lost on him, and her ability to cut him down while seeming to compliment him was something he would never get used to. Before he could muse further, a soft whining was heard as the pup squirmed it's way from beneath his fur more fully. His golden eyes were not yet focused, and they peered dazedly around for a few moments before the tiny white ball of fluff went back to squirming and whining. Sneezing occasionally and shaking his head as he fought to paw his way to the surface of the mokomoko he was incased inside, desperately moving his muzzle and trying to find something to latch onto and suckle.

Rooting. He requires yet another feeding.

He turned back to where Rin was sleeping on Ah-un's saddle, but before he could call out to her, his mother's voice snapped in a low whisper, “Don't you dare wake her! She's exhausted!”

With no warning his mother buried her claws in his fur and fished his son out of the billowing cocoon. “Now then, Let's get inside before my precious grandson feels the cold, and where he can be fed.”

The lady all but shoved him aside, and dismissed him with a wave as she walked off cradling her `precious grandson' with her nose in the air as if she owned all - even his offspring.

Her arrogance never ceased to amaze him.

Once inside her nose dropped to press into the pups belly and run up to his neck. She was licking his nose and nuzzling him… and the obnoxious cooing and nango began…

“Who's my wittle puppy? Grrrr, yip yip grr, growl, yip grrr…Obaa-sama is going to teach you Inu, yes she is! Yes she is! When you grow up big and strong, she'll teach you to be the biggest and the strongest and all will fear my little koinu… Yes they will! Yes they will! Oh, are you hungry? baabaa-sama will feed you…” Her fading voice went off down the corridor, now completely ignoring and abandoning him and the sleeping Rin standing at the main entrance.

How rude… And, how very like her.

He did not understand the need females had to treat offspring in such a manner, (he certainly could not recall her ever behaving in such a manner towards him when he was a pup, in fact, he'd never seen her as `maternal' at all… ), but he would not question his mother in her own home, and surely this would wear off, and she would tire of the pup soon enough. He hoped.

It was ridiculous, to be brought to such a state by such a weak thing as a newborn.

Females… he thought irritably, moving to retrieve Rin and carry her to the rooms he used when staying in the estate. After all, she was exhausted, and it would not do to wake her if it were unnecessary. Surely his mother would be happy to feed his son, while Rin slept.

“Jaken, take Ah-un to the stables.”

He picked her up and cradled her small body in his arm, dipping his nose to nuzzle into her neck. When her eye lashes fluttered, he moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Rest now, little one.” and let his lips curl upwards as his mate curled her fist into his mokomoko and smiled in her sleep, muttering `unnhnnn' and curling towards him.

No, he could never understand why it was that women treated infants the way that they did… all that nuzzling and baby talking sweet words.

He would just never understand.

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For those waiting for fic updates…

I was in the hospital recently, so I'm a bit behind where I wanted to be… but I used that time to WRITE, so I'm typing things up and I have a HUGE update coming.

Most of the `biggies' are going to be updated. The drabbles, `BFT' is finally getting it's wedding scene, Reincarnation with a Twist, and `Something Different' all have new chappies.

Memory sticks were FOUND, so Yay! for that, right?