InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Do What You Have to Do ❯ Chapter 7: And fate has led you through it ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Do What You Have To Do
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: Inu Yasha/Sesshomaru mentions of Inu Yasha/Kagome and Inu Yasha/ Kikyo
Category: Drama, romance, slash, Mpreg, yaoi
rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Most likely.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Non-con, Mpreg, Incest, SPOILERS!
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Inu Yasha or its chars. They are property of Rumiko Takashi and major companies.

Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction! Enjoy and please review!

The chapter titles are lyrics from the song "Do What You Have to Do" by Sarah McLachlan

To the Anonymous reviewer “ew” and your reply “Gross” I sincerely apologize. Evidentially I wasn't working hard enough to bring to life my yaoi scenes if ALL I got was an ew and gross. It makes me feel like less of writer if I couldn't get a WTF or something more creative; I mean I've heard four year olds come up with better replies, seriously; two year olds have way more words in their repertoire. Please, if I take time to gross you out you could at least take time to get a thesaurus or dictionary to find better replies.

Sincerely,

Kat.

PS. To the rest of you, Enjoy and thanks for reading~!

::HUGGLES::

Chapter 7: And fate has led you through it

The feel of someone softly tugging on my hair brought me out of my slumber and I suppose I should have panicked but the soft tugging was relaxing and gentle enough that there truly was no need to panic. I blinked my eyes open, feeling that they were no longer as swollen but still a little sore. I looked up finding a gray stone ceiling and followed my line of sight down finding a wall with a thick wooden desk that smelled of cedar, covered in various grooming articles pushed against it.

I slowly turned my head and found Sesshomaru with my hair in-between his fingers, causing my breath to catch in my chest as I fought the rising panic. I looked around ignoring my sore shoulder in search of Ryusei or any sign of him.

“Calm yourself, Inu Yasha. Our son is fine. He is with Rin and Kohaku; the three of them are outside in the garden.”

“Wh…where…,” I struggled to speak, my throat too dry with misuse. How long had I been asleep?

“You are in your own personal quarters inside our father's palace.”

I took in that bit of information and lay there as his hands continued to play with my now loosened locks of hair.

“Your hair has grown quite a bit I suppose that has to do with carrying and hormones, or maybe it just grew with time. Our son seems to have inherited mine. More silver than the pale blue of moonlight like your own.”

His words made me angry, somewhere deep inside I harbored hatred for Sesshomaru; my brother. But then again I think anyone in my shoes would feel the same.

“His eyes are fierce like fathers; he seems to have your brave stupidity though.”

I turned my head from him and stared at the far wall before tossing onto my side slowly, hissing in pain as I did so, my back now to him.

“You can turn away from me Inu Yasha but we will talk whether or not it pleases or displeases you.”

I closed my eyes and lay there quietly. I heard his soft growl and then I felt his hands reach and before I knew it he held my face in his hand and turned it to face him.

“You will listen when I speak to you, brother.”

I slapped his hand away and rolled off the bed growling at him with what voice I had left, my unbraided hair falling into my eyes in crimped waves. I swallowed a few times, feeling saliva moisten my throat.

“Oh, no…brother,” I put as much venom into that word as I could just as he had the last time he spoke down to me.

“It's about time you listen to something other than yourself speaking. You see you've made decisions for me that you had no right to. Older brother, what a joke! You raped me and left me with nothing but my own robe covering my abused body. You treated me like less than a relative and the very word brother seeps from your mouth like the venom from your claws. So no brother, we don't need to talk. Maybe you just need to listen.”

I pushed myself into a standing position and leaned against the wall for support as I glared at him.

“You left me pupped, left your own child a bastard; yes that's partly my fault but you can't fault me for not wanting to find you after what you'd done. Done, that would mean past tense. I find a life and you show up once again and fuck it up! Oh yes, if you're unhappy then others must be too. Oh bow to the great Sesshomaru; pure blood son and ruler of the lands, oh his hanyou brother Inu Yasha isn't fit to rule but fucked and pupped is fine, he can birth his brother proud pure blood pups!”

I found tears coursing down my cheeks and angrily wiped them away leaving scratch marks in their place. I heard movement and watched him come towards me and I felt panicked and moved so that I had my back to the dresser reaching for anything behind me that could become a weapon. I found it in the form of a razor used for shaving and shearing.

I gripped it and thought better of pointing it at him.

“Stay away from me, just stay away.”

“You're stressed and frightened and you need to just calm down, it's not good for the unborn pup.”

That made me pause a moment, just long enough for him to come stand beside me. I felt his hand once again touch my long tresses and it infuriated me. It was too personal a gesture for him to make.

I moved from his grasp and made my way to a corner, a safe place and held the blade against my own neck.

“Go, go and get my son and bring him to me and then get as far away from me as you can.”

He gave me an unemotional look and dead eyes and moved towards the door reaching for my locks as he did so. He opened the door and left and I shuddered.

Why, why I was so freaked out by his touch, why was I allowing his touches earlier and why did part of me want to run behind him and wrap my arms around his ankles and cry for forgiveness. His touch and fingers through my hair left me with an aching loss that I couldn't stand. I looked at my hair hanging over my shoulders and pulled a few locks of it over my shoulder before putting the blade behind them and pulling it through them, feeling the weight of the long locks in my hands. I did this again and again until the weight of my locks was no more and a hand through shortened and uneven locks proved that it was no longer to my knees but now below my ears.

I felt triumphant at having done it and grouped the locks together, tying them in a ponytail with a few thick strands.

I heard a knock at the door and a soft, “ChiChiue?”

The door opened revealing Ryusei with Sesshomaru behind him. Both entered giving second looks at my new sheared look.

“You fool what have you done,” asked Sesshomaru showing what looked to be genuine shock.

I tossed him the bundled locks and opened my arms so that Ryusei could run into them.

“I've given you the locks you so enjoyed playing with, now leave us be.”

He gave me a look I had never before seen on his face and left what were to be my new quarters.

While shut away in that room I was given food and drink by servants whose names and faces I didn't know and didn't care to know. Ryusei and I ate and I asked him questions I hadn't had the chance to ask Sesshomaru, like how long I'd been there and how long I'd been asleep, who had been taking care of me and what he had overheard.

I had discovered that sleep had claimed me for a week and that the healers had told Sesshomaru while Ryusei was in his presence that I was in a healing coma. I was betting it had a lot to do with the new pup I had conceived and the injuries sustained before its conception. It's hard for a body to heal itself and create new life and there is not nearly enough energy to do both in my body. He told me of Sesshomaru's doting behavior to both himself and me and how Sesshomaru often asked questions about his upbringing.

As evening came I found myself tucking Ryusei in and then sat in the wide window across the room starring over at the bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest.

Had I lost my mind, why did I feel so aggressive towards Sesshomaru one moment and intensely submissive the next?

I put my hand on the now scabbed over bite mark on my shoulder and caressed it while lost in my confused thoughts. I had been preoccupied enough to not notice the door to the quarters being opened and the figure stepping through them.

“Do you feel any better,” he asked in a now calm and cautious baritone.

“Should I?”

He came into the room further and shut the door softly behind him as he did so.

“I…this Sesshomaru is unsure how to act around you.”

I laughed softly and realized that my laughter had turned to tears

“You're unsure, how to act around ME?”

I heard Ryusei stir and lowered my voice, “I can't think clearly anymore, I mean I couldn't before but now I feel even more conflicted. Like I could lose myself in you and not care, like I could grovel at your feet and feel completely at peace but I know that it isn't right. The other half of me wants to tear into you, make you hurt, like I have…no we have. I'm not me anymore, I feel like I'm going insane and somehow it's because of you and your damn mark!”

“This Sesshomaru is sorry,” he was about to continue but I cut him short.

“No, see it's too late for sorry and using your name instead of saying “I” is your way of distancing yourself from the situation. It's convenient to say the least but you can't distance yourself anymore Sesshomaru; brother. You have made me your mate for better or worse and you have a son and another on the way from what you've said; no not just you…I can feel it, growing inside of me.”

I took a deep breath running my hands through shortened hair and laughed and cried in a way that sounded as conflicted as I felt.

“You will do right by me, by us; but not tonight. Leave me be for now and I will sort things out on my own.”

I watched him nod and the door open and I watched him fade from the shadows of my now night darkened room like some retreating evil into the light of the candlelit hallways and become this ethereal being brightened in yellow tones of various flickering flames.

“Goodnight, Inu Yasha; brother, mate.”

“Goodnight, Sesshomaru; brother by blood and mate by fate.”

With that the door closed and my quarters were bathed in an almost darkness but the light through my starlit windowed seat lit a path to the bed which I followed. I lay on the bed; aching physically and emotionally as I cuddled against my son, who turned, burrowing into my body like some living blanket to keep out all the monsters.

To Be Continued….

Sorry, it somehow became dark.

Jeez, emotional scenes are hard, you try to put yourself in a chars shoe's in these situations and things always become exaggerated.

Well next chapter tomorrow night.

Happy 4th of July~!

Kat