InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Sesshoumaru ❯ Birth ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: “Inuyasha” and all the characters that appear in it belong to the author Rumiko Takahashi. I don't own them at all.

 

However, in order to write a fanfic that makes sense, I've had to create some original characters of my own.

 

 

After reading the various fanfic stories and looking at the dates when they were last updated, I sort of realized that perhaps I am a bit of a latecomer when writing a fanfic based on the manga and anime “Inuyasha”. I have only recently been able to view the anime recently and I absolutely love it, especially the character of Sesshoumaru.

 

I've decided to write a story about his birth, childhood and early years - a type of “origins” tale which explains stuff like how he got to be the person he is. The story is based upon my own interpretation of Sesshoumaru's character and the anime that I have seen thus far.

 

For all the Sesshy fans out there, don't be too disappointed if the character doesn't seem like the ultra-cool demon lord in the anime in the first few chapters. It does take time for a demon lord to become who he is, and certainly I don't think Sess was born talking and behaving the way he does in the manga.

 

To answer a few questions that might pop up:

 

1. I did a little reading and research on Sesshy and found out that he is at least a couple of hundred years older than Inuyasha. That means, he and his half-brother can't have grown up in the same time period. Besides, the movie “Swords of an honourable lord” has set it up so Sess is an adult when his father Inutaisho dies.

 

2. This story places the birth and teenage years of Sesshoumaru a couple of hundred years before the birth of Inuyasha. He has a totally demon mom and his father won't meet Inuyasha's mom until much later.

 

 

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A soft whimpering broke the stillness of the night. Although it was an endearing sound, Leiko turned away from it in irritation. She hadn't quite expected the baby to arrive at such an inconvenient time. Lying on a bare rock, she carefully scrutinized at her latest victim, a giant demon snake that had hunted her for the better part of half a year. When she was sure that the giant serpent wasn't going to spontaneously regenerate or suddenly return to life, Leiko turned to look that the child she had just given birth to.

 

Lying curled up in a pool of blood with its umbilical cord still attached she noted with some amazement and annoyance that her whelp was a tiny demon pup. Quickly, Leiko searched her memories for its father's face. Among the barely-remembered features of her many dalliances, she called to mind a particularly handsome demon she had enticed with her magic into a single night of passion.

 

Leiko cursed her carelessness. In a moment of weakness, she had allowed herself to entertain thoughts of something akin to love when she seduced the demon dog. Although he left in disgust the very next morning, she still wallowed in the notion that he might return to her. She hadn't really noticed that she had conceived a child, until some months later when it was evident that he wanted nothing to do with her.

 

Reflecting coldly on her past actions, Leiko picked the blood-drenched pup up by the scruff of its neck and peered into its tiny, closed eyes. She could have easily ended the pregnancy, but it seemed fate always intervened to prevent her from taking the necessary action. In fact, she had been so relentlessly hunted by all manner of youkai (demons) in the last few months, that killing her quiet, unborn babe, who rarely kicked while he was growing inside of her, was the last thing on her mind. At one point, she even thought about birthing the child, just to see whose bastard it might be.

 

The little pup began to cry out as the cold, autumn wind blew in Leiko's direction. Despite the piteous yelping, she cut the pup's umbilical cord with a snap of her sharp claws and marveled at the fact that the poison from her talons didn't seem to affect her tiny son one bit.

 

“I suppose there IS some of me in you after all,” she said to the tiny creature, who now shed his first tears as he slowly froze in the biting wind.

 

In an action that sprung purely from whatever motherly instinct existed in her, Leiko magically pulled a soft cloth from her flowing sleeves and wrapped her infant son in it. As she leaped into the air and flew to her lair in the mountains, Leiko considered the burden… or advantage that was currently thrust upon her. She had in the past considered taking on a minor demon or imp as her minion, but never really went about finding a loyal lackey because no imp who was smart enough to be her servant could be trusted with her secrets, her spells or her famous poisons. She was known to all as “Leiko the Poisoned Whip” - a beguiling enchantress, an assassin for hire, and the most beautiful succubus that had ever existed since the dawn of the world. Although she could have seduced any imp to obey her till the death, Leiko didn't like the hassle of going through such measures to ensure loyalty and certainly didn't like the idea of even touching a lowly imp.

 

As she looked down at her tiny son, who was now sleeping soundly in his bundle, she saw the potential of raising him as her loyal slave. IF she raised and trained him carefully, she didn't need to promise him riches or lands, or even a share of her powers or magic. Her twisted mind was already formulating his education. Although she was almost devoid of the emotion that humans called affection, she keenly understood how it could be manipulated to serve her advantage. After all, what better servant could she have asked for, than a son who would labour under the notion that in some far distant time, perhaps tens of thousands of years into the future, he would eventually gain his mother's approval and love.