InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Do What You Have to Do ❯ Chapter 27: Deep within ( Chapter 27 )

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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

Chapter 27: Deep within

I struggled to open my eyes as a fierce throbbing assaulted my head making everything fuzzy and the sounds around me muffled. I struggled to hear and see and moaned as the pain worsened.

I struggled to sit up and was helped to do so by a blurry figure while another shrouded in pale orange gently placed something against my lips. I felt moisture and I sipped greedily at the bitter moisture, glad for something to moisten my throat and quench my thirst. With my throat moistened I could feel other pains in my body and struggled to breathe and as I did so I felt a deep tiredness pull me back down and into darkness.

I awoke and stared up a swaying oil lamp attached to a thick wooded ceiling, casting shadows around what I could see was a small room but the swaying motion made me second guess that conclusion. I blinked and turned my head to the right and looked into the soft face of a beautiful woman with pale green eyes that seemed to stand out thanks to the deep ebony locks that fell around her face, framing it perfectly.

“You are safe as is the life you carry,” and as the words left her mouth I felt a pounding in my head as I tried to let the words sink in.

“Sleep and heal. You are well taken care of,” and her melodic voice eased the headache and I closed my eyes once more allowing the darkness pull me under.

I awoke as I felt someone's soft hands gently moving my head around causing the dulled pain to grow enough that I could no longer sleep. I opened my eyes starring at two sets of hands, one set was dainty and pale with well manicured nails while the other set were older with a few wrinkles here and there. When the hands were gone I found myself starring into the old and slightly wrinkled face of a woman with soft white curls pulled into a deep orange cloth covered bun, leaving soft curling tendrils to hang on the sides of her head. She was dressed in pale lavender kimono that was wrapped around the middle with a pale orange Obi and a deep crimson corded rope over it. Her sleeves were long and draped over her lap.

As I looked up into her pale lavender eyes I saw sympathy and kindness and it made my heart ache in a familiar way.

“Have you joined us in the waking world young one,” and as her soft voice asked such an innocent question I realized I had no memory.

It must have shown on my face because she blinked worriedly down at me.

“What is wrong?”

“I can't remember you.”

The soft movements around us stopped and I felt a gentle hand on my right shoulder causing me to turn and stare into the face I had saw last time I woke. The woman with the pale skin and ebony tresses stared down at me, her pale green eyes filled with worry.

“Do you remember me,” she asked.

“You were by my side the first time I woke up.”

“What about in the village,” she questioned.

“Village?”

“The village we were at a few days ago. You were there while we were performing. You saved two of our troop members.”

I tried to remember but nothing came to mind. No faces or memories of any villages surfaced and I became frustrated and I closed my eyes as a headache began to build.

“Do not force yourself young one. Time is something we have plenty of and seeing your golden eyes and puppy ears I am guess you do as well.”

I raised my left arm feeling a sting as I did so causing me to look down at an old bandage that had the scent of stale blood and sweat. I raised both arms then and felt my head finding two soft furred puppy ears that seemed to move through my fingertips as I tried to figure out the puzzle that was now my life.

“Here,” I looked up at the soft voice and saw that the ebony haired beauty held out a small hand mirror for me to take.

I took it and lifted it, looking at my reflection. I glanced over myself and saw my tanned skin, golden eyes and long white tresses and there atop my head were my two furred puppy ears. I stared at myself and blurred memories surfaced of myself as a child and beside me stood a beautiful woman who possessed long ebony tresses that nearly touched the ground and the brightest and most expressive pale brown eyes. She wore the most beautiful of kimono with layers that were bright and colorful ranging from red, green, blue and beyond; that trailed along the ground behind her.

I handed the mirror back and stared down at my hands as I tried to piece things together, finding only frustration and an ever-growing headache.

“You took quite a hit to the head more than once during the village raid, I am betting you just need some time to heal,” said the older of the two with a gentle smile and a pat on my hands that turned to a reassuring squeeze.

“My name is Naomi and I am the leader of this ragtag group of performers. We are all either Hanyou or share the blood of youkai, gods, goddesses and other beings who are not human.”

“Hanyou…” and as I let the word slip from my lips I could hear the echo of someone's voice deep in my head that said that very word. It repeated in my head and each time it felt different; a tone of hatred, pity, loathing, and finally respect and perhaps love.

“I am guessing the word strikes a cord with you. I am assuming you are a hanyou and I can only hazard a guess that someone in your family is from the canine family.”

Naomi's words echoed and I nodded as a deep voice playfully called me “dumb dog” and “mutt” in memories where I couldn't place a name or face.

“Can you remember your name,” asked the other woman beside me.

I fought to remember and nothing came to mind, “No.”

“Well then…we shall give you one until you do remember,” And as she looked me over she smiled brightly and gently tugged on a piece of my white locks, “Shiro, we shall call you Shiro.”

I nodded and softly said the word allowing it to sink in before turning to her, “And you are?”

“I am Midoriko,” and as she said it I was drawn to her pale green eyes which seemed so much brighter against the pale orange kimono she wore.

“And yes, I was named for my eyes. My mother had told me many a time I had inherited my fathers beautiful eyes. I was told he was an earth deity of some sort.”

She gave a smile and one could see by the faraway look in her eyes that she was lost in her own memories.

“Where are we,” I asked as we rocked and swayed in our small room.

“We are in the back of one of three of our traveling wagons. We travel all over to play and perform and earn our meals. We have been doing so probably since before you were born,” and as Naomi said it I stared down at my hands and then back and forth between the two of them.

How old was I? Where am I from? Who had I left behind? How would I figure it all out?

“Do you think I will remember again?”

Naomi gave me a soft smile, “I believe you will in time. You must not force wounds of the heart and of the head. Both are delicate, especially for those like us who live such long lives.”

I felt relieved at her words and yet something hurt deep in my chest causing me to grip at the hakama I wore above my heart.

“I feel like I have to be somewhere and that someone important is waiting for me.”

“Well then perhaps you will remember and when you do we will see to it that you get there,” I nodded at Naomi and her words and felt some of the pressure ease if only a tiny bit.

“You said something odd when I awoke the second time” and I looked up into Midoriko's eyes as I tried to recall her words from my first time waking.

She gave a soft smile, “I said that you and the life you carry are safe.”

I stared at her confused and she leaned over placing her hands on my midsection and I watched as the palest of green glows engulfed her hands and then spread along my midsection which suddenly pulsed as power tickled along my body along with a soft pulsing and a soft thumping noise filled the back of the wagon like tiny drum beats.

“Is that…” and before I could ask my hands moved to my midsection without thought and I felt the small power pulse through my fingers where they sat next to Midoriko's.

“That is the pulse and power of the little life that grows in your body. It is strong and growing stronger. If I had to hazard a guess I'd say that you are almost three months into carrying give or take a week or two,” said Midoriko as she gave me a small soft smile.

I wrapped my arms around my midsection and felt so lost. A life growing inside me and I had no memory of how it got there. Whether it was love or hate that created it, whether I was loved or cherished. Would we be loved and cherished together? And yet…somehow it almost felt familiar but at the same time so very odd.

“We saw a mating mark on your shoulder while we were tending your wounds so we are assuming there is a sire out there waiting for your return,” said Naomi with a smile.

Midoriko removed her hands and the glow slowly dissipated along with the sound which still softly echoed in my ears.

“I wish I could remember,” and as the words left my mouth my eyes grew warm and I felt the first tear escape to fall down my right cheek. I shook my head and blinked away the remaining tears before they could fall, feeling foolish at the show of emotion.

“All in due time little one. Do not rush things. I am sure all will be revealed in due time.”

I nodded at Naomi's words and lay back against my pillows. My mind overflowed with thoughts until my headache had returned and so I closed my eyes fighting the pain until I drifted off once more.

The caravan stopped and formed a small circle and I was spared the company of others that night. I was given a warm broth and rice for my dinner and two teas that eased my aches and pains allowing me to sleep once more.

I awoke the next morning and stretched as much as my body would allow. I was helped out of the wagon with Midoriko's soft but firm hands down a small pair of rickety stairs that hung from the back of the wagon.

I came to stand in the middle of the circle created by the wagons that had intricate carvings on the outside of the wood covers; carvings that varied from carriage to carriage of nature at its finest with birds flying and animals in picturesque poses. In-between the wagons rope was hung and clothes, blankets, sheets and towels hung out to dry while in the middle a fire burned and over it was a large pot that smelled of rice porridge while around the hot coals sat three small tea pots with steam coming from the spouts.

A large man wearing the signature pale orange hakama sat with his back to me as he tended to the fire and the pot of porridge as it cooked. He smelled of something wild and musky and it was then that I noted his hair which was a mix of soft golden brown, black and a peppering bright fiery red which was tied against the base of his neck keeping it from his face and the flames.

As we came closer he turned and looked in our direction and it was then that I noticed that his face was that of lion, if a lion could make such human expressions. His skin was a dark tan but his face had a soft tan fur that lightened around his eyes and around what I could only describe as his muzzle which was complete with sets of full thick whiskers. His eyes are what really pulled me in; they were a deep golden brown that seemed to reflect the light of the fire almost making them look as though they glowed.

He was oddly beautiful and I was shamefully starring at him but even as I looked him over I found that I wasn't frightened or disgusted by his appearance. He was amazingly different and yet I felt like I had seen others like him.

“Hanyou…you're like me,” and as I said the words I smiled wide enough that I could feel it tug at the corners of my mouth.

His expression changed from a serious guarded one to out right amusement and he gave a loud purring laugh.

“We have found ourselves another strange one,” he said with a large grin, showing off his overly large feline fangs.

“The names' Hiroaki but everyone just calls me Hiro.”

“I suppose for now you can call me Shiro,” and after my reply I saw Hiro's frown and look up at Midoriko.

Midoriko shrugged, “Just until he remembers his name. It's not the worse name someone could have.”

I smiled widely at the two of them, looking back and forth and shrugged as two young ladies approached; their lavender curls bouncing as they did so. Their blue eyes were bright with excitement and curiosity as they came to stand in front of me.

“I'm Kiyko,” said the one on the left.

“I'm Kiyomi,” said the one on the right.

I looked them over and took notice of the fact that Kiyomi had a small scar on her chin. I would have a way to tell them apart.

“Nice to meet you Shiro,” the two happily chorused at the same time.

It was then that two small children approached and I felt a small tug in my chest at seeing them and I couldn't say just why.

There before me stood a little girl with deep red hair and eyes a few shades lighter with the plumpest cheeks that almost begged to be pinched and squished. Her skin was a perfect peach with the cutest freckles adorning her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She wore a deep navy blue kimono that seemed to suit her coloring perfectly. Her hair bright locks were pulled into a tight bobbed pony atop her head almost tight enough that only a few strands escaped.

The young boy was just a smidge shorter than his female companion. He was pale skinned with hair the deep yellow of fresh egg yolk and like the young girls, his hair was also pulled back into a tight bobbed ponytail. His eyes were a gold so bright that they almost reminded me of a freshly minted coin or new jewelry but for such lovely eyes they held such mistrust and hurt.

He also wore a navy blue kimono and the color suited him as much as it had her except he seemed to drown in it while hers fit her like a glove. I almost expected him to sink into the material and vanish altogether.

“Here we have Chiasa and Masa. These two are here because of you. They had gotten separated in the chaos of the village and you saved them,” as Naomi spoke I stared down at the two little ones and found my mind was still blank.

“Do not worry; all will come in time and if it doesn't then we will fret about it in the future. For now simply be and leave the future for another day.”

Naomi's words helped ease some of the tightness in my chest but as I stared around me at the many that were of mixed blood I wondered what theirs stories were which in the end made me yearn to discover my own.

We ate breakfast and I helped with small menial chores, surprised that I seemed to be pretty decent at locating edible items such as berries and other wild plants and even amused myself by catching a few squirrels that had wandered my way.

I spent that day sitting and acquainting myself with the new faces and personalities I was traveling with and when the night came and dinner was had I returned to the wagon that for now was my home and lay down on my borrowed bedroll and covered myself up in my borrowed blankets and awaited another night of confusing and disjointed dreams.

To Be Continued….

Long chapter is long. Here's hoping the next chapter will be finished soon.

Thanks for reading~!!

Kat