InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dubious Relations ❯ Chapter 15 ( Chapter 16 )

Dubious Relations

Chapter 15

The days outside remained well weathered, with bright sunlight, cloudless skies and crisp breezes that tickled his ears as though to torment him. Inuyasha found that he yearned to lie under the warm rays of the sun and soak them up with relish, like a cat did milk. It had been three days since Inuyasha was brought back to Sesshomaru's castle and he could be located lying beside his ill brother, the newly changed pale blue blankets over him and Sesshomaru's far too feverish form that felt as though a fire had taken to resting beside him.

The air inside the room still stank, despite the open windows and the few bouquets of sweet smelling flowers Rin had picked and set up around the spotless chambers. Sesshomaru's scent was mingled in with it, as he grew sweatier and sweatier, until Inuyasha had asked that Sesshomaru be bathed. It never happened; Inuyasha couldn't bring himself to let the old bag, Chiyo was him, and he sure as hell wouldn't have let Kazuo near Sesshomaru in his current state. Inuyasha couldn't allow himself to do so either, as he pictured Kagome walking into the castle, ready to forgive him, only to find that he was nursing a naked Sesshomaru in the bath as he washed away the grime and stench. Inuyasha almost cringed at the thought of the sit command he'd receive then, or the dull glimmer of hurt and despair that would have found its way into Kagome's doe brown eyes.

He tugged at an oily strand of hair resting over Sesshomaru's face, pushing it almost tenderly behind the demon's pointy ear. Inuyasha struggled, but he managed to pull the same hand away before he found himself caressing the smooth flesh there; he found something oddly fascinating about Sesshomaru's pointed, normal ears. He frowned and wrapped his arm around Sesshomaru again, so that his clawed fingers rested just under the stump left of his left arm.

His eyes scanned the room, as he ushered such thoughts away hurriedly. Now that Inuyasha wasn't angry over this and that, nor too busy insulting the castle's inhabitants, he noted that the rooms were huge, much larger than Inuyasha had expected. Perhaps Sesshomaru's high and mighty attitude wasn't completely because he was a complete jackass, but rather that was the way he was raised. He seemed to have been bred into it. He eyed the golden, dog demon statues stationed on either side of the window, neither any taller than his knee should he stand beside them. He hadn't seen such lavish décor in any human Lords' homes to date.

Inuyasha didn't want to admit it, but being told off by a stupid, short-assed, toad demon was more humiliating than being sat. It was also much more so than being asked to sleep next to Sesshomaru by an old hag with eyes like fucking machetes. Inuyasha supposed he had been childish, but if the entire trading of energy (which sounded more like Sesshomaru was leeching off him, rather than a trading anything with him) worked at a distance then he'd stubbornly sought to keep some distance between them; there was no doubt in his mind that Sesshomaru would attempt to attack his being in a fit of rage when he finally awoke. It had been obvious that the bastard didn't want Inuyasha anywhere near him and now Inuyasha had taken residence laying beside him both during the day and during the night, Inuyasha didn't want to take any chances.

He'd had even more reason to avoid all contact with Sesshomaru when Chiyo had waltzed into the chamber the following morning to find him closer to Sesshomaru (yet definitely not on the futon beside him) his right knee having been placed on top of the wretched blankets. She'd sternly told him of Jaken's theory, of Sesshomaru's blood mixing in a less than pleasing way with human blood. Inuyasha had nodded and scowled when she retold the story Jaken had given her of Naraku and his gift of a human arm. Inuyasha remembered the incident and he'd eventually admitted that the air had been so polluted with the scent of Sesshomaru's acid, his own blood and the death of a demon that he couldn't recall smelling the scent of burnt flesh coming from Sesshomaru. He supposed it was possible though; the bastard hadn't kept the arm, no matter how well it seemed to work whilst they fought; he'd managed to wield the Tesseiga whilst he'd had it after all.

However, it seemed that his touching Sesshomaru didn't affect the demon Lord. Chiyo had explained that Rin's touch hadn't affected Sesshomaru, and she was more human than he was. Rather, she hypothesised that the battling of human and demon blood would have to occur inside Sesshomaru's pale, smooth skin covered body. The arm had burnt from the inside, not the out, and Sesshomaru's current situation was most definitely being dealt with inside his body.

“You are part human, Inuyasha,” The elderly bag had told him, “Your side of the trade will possess a thread of mortal energy. This should make Sesshomaru's body more accepting to the pup and thus their blood should cease this tussle. Or they will at least be civil with each other.” The look of annoyance that had crossed her face wasn't at all comforting and had caused Inuyasha to growl as she muttered something under her breath and wiped a stray hair away from Sesshomaru's sweaty brow.

Inuyasha scowled darkly, as he glared at the top of Sesshomaru's white (turned grey) topped head; yet again his human half had fucked things up on him. And it wasn't just affecting Sesshomaru's life, but endangering the pup's as well. At least his friends could protect themselves during the nights when the moon hid away; Miroku had his wind tunnel and his spiritual teachings, Sango her demon slayer training and her hiraikotsu, whilst Kagome possessed her spirit infused arrows. The pup was defenceless inside Sesshomaru, squirming and kicking and in pain. It was Inuyasha's guilt that made him tuck himself under the blankets two days ago, his back towards the bastard that seemed to enjoy tormenting him endlessly.

The half-demon shifted uncomfortably, as his molten gold eyes swept down Sesshomaru's long form like water over smooth stone, his examination only halted by the blanket tucked around them. He was shifted onto his left side so Inuyasha could wrap an arm around his shoulders and Inuyasha could feel warm, stuttered breath hit his collar bones, his red hakama gone and folded at the head of the futon. Sesshomaru looked terrible, clammy Sesshomaru's hair was tinted an unusual grey. Perhaps it seemed so because it was Sesshomaru the hair was connected to? Inuyasha would have found the entire situation hilarious if his pup hadn't been mixed into the entire situation. He believed Sesshomaru could live through any sickness if only because he was too stubborn not too, but the pup was fragile. Still… A smirk made Inuyasha's lips quirk, Sesshomaru would cut off his remaining arm before he was seen in public in the state of disarray he was in; he prided himself and his usual state of cleanliness far too much.

Inuyasha ran a callused thumb over the ridge of Sesshomaru's nose curiously, idly, without much thought, finding that it felt too dry. During their coupling - Inuyasha recalled with a wave of heat that bordered on embarrassment - Sesshomaru's nose had been wet and cool to touch as the demon had pressed it to his cheek, chin and his own damp nose. It had contrasted highly with the hot breath that had escaped Sesshomaru's mouth. Inuyasha's face heated as though covered by a hot towel as the image of Sesshomaru beneath him, his head tilted back far too attractively as he bared the pale column of his neck without care and moaned loudly his teeth bared; those were not thoughts he ought to be using to entertain himself!

Perhaps it was Sesshomaru's close proximity or the popping pride that filled his chest as Inuyasha's hand pressed itself to Sesshomaru's belly, but he couldn't help but continue thinking about the coupling; Inuyasha wasn't going to lie, it was rather rough, too quick and not at all like he'd thought Sesshomaru would ever have sex - though he'd only really started thinking about such things after their coupling. Sesshomaru had been much louder than he'd expected, only caging the loudest of his cries as they'd moved together behind such tightly gritted teeth that Inuyasha could have sworn he'd heard them crack and crumble. He'd scratched and hissed and Inuyasha still could remember waking with bruises and cuts and the pleasant ache that came with them; he hadn't had sex in about 65 years before then and its sudden appearance had been taken extremely well by his body. Then Sesshomaru had to completely ruin it when he'd left before Inuyasha had awoken. The stupid fuck.

Inuyasha frowned, as his mind kicked any thoughts that could have been considered pleasant away and he stood in ones that he could grouse about. That bastard had no reason to be angry with him, because it was him that had asked for the act! Inuyasha couldn't for the life of him, decipher what Sesshomaru's problem with him was; it was Sesshomaru that had bared his neck so temptingly. Inuyasha pulled his hand away from Sesshomaru's face before he damaged it permanently as his fist clenched until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He caught a growl and held it in before it could leave his throat as he took to focussing on the small bump that was pressed against his own stomach.

As a precaution, Inuyasha had taken to focusing his energy into his left hand as he slid it under Sesshomaru's pale brown hakama and pressed it against the demon's growing tummy gently. His baby belly was obvious, especially with Sesshomaru in such close proximity, however, the pup wasn't big or strong enough to feel simply by laying his hand on Sesshomaru's stomach. Inuyasha had consequently demanded that Chiyo teach him of her healing ways. He used what he'd been taught then, careful about focusing his demonic energy through his hand, not out of it (the first time he'd done so without Chiyo's aid had resulted in a very embarrassing situation as Sesshomaru's groin alerted them to how much the demon Lord was enjoying his actions). In doing so, he'd be able to pull the energy back once it reached a certain point and thus he'd be able to feel the pup. A small pull quirked his lips up as Inuyasha felt the pup `kick' after the tingling sensation left his hand. He was going to be a strong kid, Inuyasha could tell, and it made pride bloom in his scrawny chest.

He then shifted his hand, moving further up Sesshomaru's smooth torso; focusing with much more care as he examined the damage to Sesshomaru's innards. It was like fire, the energy that battered against itself. Things seemed to be healing; they weren't as bad as when Chiyo first showed him how they were, but things were progressing slowly. Chiyo had claimed that once Sesshomaru was completely healed, he'd take to walking around, as the sustained energy from mate to mate helped him keep himself stitched up and well.

Inuyasha couldn't wait; he really wanted out of the bastard's bed; how was he supposed to sleep with Sesshomaru's filth right next to him, his scent stabbing at his sensitive nose and his unbearable heat still raging like a camp fire beside him? It was like a strange sort of torture, one that Inuyasha could endure, should the pup currently kicking his hand survive.

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The forest was quiet, except for the crunching of leaves and dirt as Kazuo and his small troop of twenty men made their way through it, their armour shining and their weapons glinting in the speckles of sunlight that made it through the canopy. Birds sung sweetly despite there being something absolutely terrible playing out, whilst hare and insects avoided the herd of demons' all sized, boot covered feet.

Kazuo couldn't for the life of him understand how anyone could have slain the reptilian demons he'd had placed as guards to the Meidouseki stone's hide away. They're hides were as thick as the strongest of armour, impenetrable to any weapon and surely the other all powerful Lords knew better than to seek the stone; they'd been warned of its incredibly deadly power. The bat demon truly couldn't comprehend the idea in the slightest, as though it were a fish and he were a smooth, wet rock and all the fish could do was slip off him again and again, despite it's willingness to remain perched atop him.

A person who was not born of the stone's rightful owner's blood would be hard pressed whilst they bore it; it ate away at one's energy like a leech did its host's crimson blood. However, the Northern Dog Demon tribe had developed a very close relationship with the stone. In all rights, it was almost as though the stone and the descendants of the Northern Dog Demons were mated since birth. It was the only way Kazuo could explain it, if only because that was how it was explained to him. The Meidouseki stone ate the demon who wore its energy; however, it fed another sort back into the demon, healing all aches and wounds that the demon could have had. There had to be an agreement between the stone and its bearer though, otherwise, the one carrying it would die from exhaustion.

Kazuo frowned. Sesshomaru was the only Northern Dog Demon descendant left in existence after the war between the dragon and dog demon tribes. That was if his deceased mother and grandfather weren't counted. Kazuo could remember the elderly demon who had basically bullied the Great Dog Demon into mating with his daughter. He'dpossessed silvery-grey hair that had been cut so it hung to his shoulder blades and was kept off out of the way with a strong leather band. He'd looked elderly; much like Chiyo did at that moment, with wrinkles lining his wise, arrogant face. Kazuo had just about entered his first century at that time. The bat demon's eyes scanned the claustrophobic landscape, meeting trees at all sides. The elderly demon had been killed in a battle a few months before Inutaisho's and Lady Satori's mating ceremony.

“Sir, their scent ends here.” A hissing voice called from Kazuo's right. Kazuo frowned, his tanned face contorted into a stern expression as his pale eyebrows drew themselves together into the centre of his forehead, “They have simply vanished.” The soldier said.

“Perhaps they possess the ability to fly?” Another murmured, his voice gravelly. Kazuo didn't doubt that the demon could; the demon could be of a flying sort; a bird or insect of some description.

The bat demon's frown carved itself deeper into his face, as he stepped forward and threw an arm out in front of him. His action caused his plain sword to clang against his light weight armour sharply. Kazuo's voice was like that of a booming general, giving out his final orders, “We'll continue on! Should you detect any scent that could be linked with the destruction of more of our Lord's village's or the Meidouseki stone's whereabouts, do not hesitate to tell me.”

The soldiers, who ranged from tall, muscle bound brutes decked in little armour and a standard, brown sheathed sword, to the tinier, sleeker demons that made for excellent spies and information gatherers, of who wore light armour of a light grey. They all looked solemn, as they all bowed their heads and began to march in unison, Kazuo as their head.

With the sound of hard thumping like that of a drummer's drum echoing in his ears, Kazuo found his mind wandering from the forest surrounded path he was leading his men along. He had been trained to deal with this situation, to deal with any catastrophe that could unfold, however, even he could admit that the bees buzzing around his stomach in a panic were causing him to feel physically ill. He wondered briefly if he'd remembered to kiss his mate's cheek before he left a few days ago and realised immediately, that if he hadn't, he wouldn't have been out and about as he was. He found the image of Sesshomaru's lying in bed, out cold and with his brother beside him, he pictured his daughter as she excitedly bounced around, a glee filled smile upon her pink lips as she felt the bub inside her mother kick for the first time.

A smirk caused Kazuo's lips to quirk up at their corners as another image flew into his mind, one of his own death. He'd die protecting all that he was supposed to, all that he'd come to belong, fangs bared and his claws at the ready as he charged head first at his Lord's foe. Of course, a loud battle cry would spill from his lips, deafening to all that were present, yet silent to his own pointed ears. Ah, his father would have been proud to have seen him die so honourably.

Kazuo found himself hoping he wouldn't have to act it out.

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Kagome sighed, as she folded, unfolded, wrung and twisted the silken, pink kimono fabric in her hands. She'd contemplated not wearing it earlier that morning, as her heart tore and her eyes shone with a wetness she wouldn't allow to remain there. But she hadn't; the only clothes she had were the clothes Sesshomaru had given her. She'd prefer wearing the gifts from the man who'd stolen her own to walking around naked, despite the feelings that wretched her innards around the cavity they filled.

She was sitting on the green grass covered bank, with her knees pulled to her chest as she continued to grasp at the beautiful kimono's sleeves and eyed the calm stream running past her unseeingly. Sango, Miroku and Shippo were setting up a small lunch behind her, their murmurs threaded with the sharp crinkle of chip packets and lolly wrappers as they rummaged through her yellow backpack.

She didn't know what to think and work through first. Her mind was like a bubblegum machine, filled with so many colours and different shaped gum that she didn't know what to grab and chew first. Kagome supposed working out her feelings towards Inuyasha would be a good place to start, however the feelings felt red raw, as though they were being grated with an extremely blunt piece of equipment. She didn't want to deal with it.

How could Inuyasha rightly justify his actions? Kagome didn't understand. The situation that could have taken place, it was like solving one of the equations she loathed so much, like being sentenced to a few years of Maths class. She'd thought there'd been more than a little explosive chemistry between them, like when one added sodium to water. They'd even kissed! And Inuyasha had loved Kikyo before her, and they'd kissed, as much as the thought caused her blood to boil. A morbid sigh flew from Kagome's almost pouted lips, as her eyes lowered to her white knuckled hands.

He'd slept with Sesshomaru, his brother. Even by this time's standards, she was sure that there was a law against such acts. Or at least that it was looked down upon. Her stomach flipped and dipped unpleasantly, as though she'd just ridden a dizzying roller coaster several times after having eaten a hot dog and downed a can of soda. The thought wouldn't stick, wouldn't join like puzzle pieces would; Sesshomaru was pregnant with Inuyasha's child. She'd thought they'd both hated each other! What could have caused such a drastic change in their relationship? Surely they hadn't discovered - like the normal, healthy couples in those bad romance novels her mother fawned over so often - that they'd held a deep, burning, all consuming desire for each other for as long as they could remember. Kagome almost snorted at the thought.

Realisation after realisation crept up on the mortal girl, like cats did mice. First about the situation, then about the baby, then the rift between Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, they wouldn't stop. She stared lifelessly at the grass where a tiny, purple insect had started to crawl, right in front of her. Inuyasha was the one that Kagome was supposed to guess when Sesshomaru and her had played `Guess who the Baby's father is' when they'd both been locked up together by Naraku. Kagome supposed she should have been able to presume that it was Inuyasha. He'd been acting off for a long while now: gazing up at the sky with his golden eyes unfocussed and he'd seemed constantly distracted during dinner for the last few weeks (not even Shippo's eating of his snacks had caused much of reaction, which was like a light blinking and waiting to be noticed when it came to figuring out if something was troubling Inuyasha), and the comment Sesshomaru had made about the father worrying over her opinion of him morphing into a `negative' one, it all fit.

Damn it! How could she have been so blind and stupid? Life wasn't perfect! How could she have believed that Inuyasha would sacrifice everything for her, throw away everything to be with her? Was she just some high school girl with a fairytale like crush on a guy she just couldn't have? She'd wondered about it sometimes, about whether their close friendship was just that: friendship. Despite them having kissed, they hadn't really admitted or changed their actions towards each other. They didn't hold hands, they didn't hug all that often - Inuyasha just wasn't the one for cuddling - they didn't really do anything any normal couples did. With that thought in mind, Kagome numbly questioned herself: did she have any right to be as angry as she was? The question tore at her young heart.

Kagome jumped slightly, her eyes shooting to the kind, sun kissed face staring down at her as she was shaken gently, “Kagome, you should eat something. Shippo's saved you some of his bento and Miroku's left you a few chips. We'll need to continue soon.” Sango's pleasant tone was soothing, like a cool breeze on an extremely warm face.

“Oh,” She uttered absently, “Alright.” Her feet scuffed against the ground as she stood and basically floated towards the small group she was travelling with. The sun shone far too happily down on them, from where they sat atop a small hill. Kagome hadn't noticed how close they'd actually been; just a few short, dazed steps away. Miroku smiled and Shippo bounded onto her lap as she settled down opposite the lecherous monk, her pink and yellow Sakura clad legs tucked beneath her.

Shippo tugged at her kimono carefully, “Your bento's great, Kagome!”

Her returned smile was shaky, “Thank you.”

They were enveloped in silence as Kagome picked at her food. She shifted her vegetables about the container it was held in, poked and batted around a small rice ball and didn't taste the food she consumed in the slightest. Sesshomaru seemed to bear the same hatred he'd always held towards Inuyasha, Kagome found herself musing silently, with narrowed, sadness filled, brown eyes, so what could have happened for them both to get along as much as they obviously had. When had their coupling taken place?

Kagome's mind rained questions, however there were few that she could find answers that seemed even remotely possible; the fact that Sesshomaru and Inuyasha had gotten along well enough to have even contemplated having sex (let alone committing the horrid act itself) was a completely abstract idea! It was like having a strict, traditional artist with his model all prepped and pretty suddenly throw realism out the door and adopt a more Picasso like state of mind! And Kagome failed to understand anything!

“Er, Kagome,” The girl blinked hugely as she was once again awoken from her ponderings, her lips slightly open, pouted and her eyebrows pinned high on her forehead. Kagome stared down at the tiny fox demon, staring at the ground as though he were a naughty child about to be lectured over his behaviour, attempting to look cute and get off easy. Kagome felt slightly guilty for making her friends worry, as she examined Sango's and Miroku's worried faces shortly. Shippo shuffled his feet bashfully and hummed impatiently, “Well… You're not going to go away now, right? Not because Inuyasha was being an idiot again?”

Kagome smiled sadly, her expression near crumbling as she placed a tender, feminine hand on top of Shippo's orange covered head, “No.” She replied softly, “I still have to collect the jewel shards.”

The fox demon peered up at her with huge, emerald eyes that shone adorably with curiosity, “Are you going to forgive, Inuyasha?” He asked, bluntly.

This question set off an echo of shifting, as Sango and Miroku halted in their eating and watched just as intently as Shippo was. The attention caused Kagome to feel as though her skin had tiny hedgehogs rolling over the pale, expanse of flesh, and her heart pattered against her ribs uncomfortably. She didn't want to face this question now! Couldn't they tell that she was thinking it all over?

“Yes,” Kagome heard Miroku's voice intone after he swallowed, “I am curious myself.”

Kagome swallowed thickly, as though she were attempting to drink mud. She grasped at her kimono's sleeves, “Well, I'm, ah, not too sure yet.” Her eyes plummeted for the grass they were rested on, “I don't understand why he would have done something like that.” When no one else made any move to comment, she rushed on, “Such things shouldn't be done between siblings; it's not right.”

It wasn't right. It was sick, it was a huge risk for the child. Did they not think of this? Did they not think of the consequences of their actions? Inuyasha had her, Sesshomaru had whatever lady demon he was betrothed to marry and - such things weren't supposed to happen between family members!

“It's normal for noble families to marry within the family.” Sango said, her statement like a knife of ice stabbing through her chest, “Not immediate, of course, but cousins marrying is quite normal.”

Kagome stared at the ground, her voice monotonous, “I had a feeling that was the case.”

“Why would Inuyasha want to have a baby with Sesshomaru, anyway?” Shippo suddenly commented, as his face blocked Kagome's fantastic view of the vivid, green grass, “You have to lay next to someone in order to have a baby, don't you? They hate each other!”

“I know.” Her voice was softer than a mouse's, her heart aching as though someone she'd loved dearly had passed on. In a way, Kagome found that that was exactly what happened; the loyal, brave, untainted image of Inuyasha was no longer such. He was nothing more than a wretched half-demon, dirty, foul… Why couldn't she hate him for his actions?

Miroku suddenly spoke up again, his strong voice laced with wisdom as he remarked, “It is my firm belief that you should talk to Inuyasha, Kagome.” He paused, and Kagome moved to quickly fill the silence with a disbelieving question, when the dark haired monk cut her off, “Or perhaps you ought to speak to Sesshomaru, when he is well enough. I am sure he will speak far more eloquently than Inuyasha would, should you ask him first. Our Lord will, in the very least, give you the basic details.”

She supposed Miroku was right as she went back to staring. Kagome knew how badly Inuyasha used his words; he was rough, rude, obnoxious and he didn't care if he sounded like a heartless, jealous, angry man whilst doing so. However, Sesshomaru could explain things simply, with very few words. Kagome dreaded seeing him though, knowing that Inuyasha had touched the proud demon, had impregnated him, Kagome couldn't think of what was worse: The fact that they were brothers, or the fact that she hadn't been able to hold Inuyasha's interest.

Kagome sighed, her fight leaving her as she submitted to her logic that it wouldn't hurt to know what was running through Inuyasha's less than used brain, “I will.” She stated blandly.

Miroku's smile lit up his handsome face, “Good. I think you will be glad to know that Inuyasha did as he did, with the most honourable intentions in mind.” He then popped a steamed, rice ball in his mouth and hummed pleasantly.

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The air was frigid that night, as she glided through the heavens, a fluffy, cream cloud rushing beneath her. She looked out over the Western Plains, her golden eyes narrowed as she examined the landscape. Her mate was a sly, old dog, moving the castle as he had. She'd been searching for it for five days now and the only thing she'd accomplished was to effectively annoy herself far more than she had been by that devious, half-breed scum, Naraku.

She'd been revived a week ago, revived into a state of bones and a thin, murky brown layer of flesh. She'd been absolutely hideous, nothing like her usual, immaculate self. Naraku had placed jewel shards inside of her, bringing life and breath into her body for the first time in over four hundred years. It was a strange feeling, like being starved yet it wasn't her stomach that had ached, but her entire entity. Immediately, she'd ordered that the Meidouseki stone be brought to her, which it had without the haste she'd expected. Who had allowed servants to become as lazy as the one she'd ordered had? She'd have killed any of her own servants for such laziness.

Whilst a dark haired wench had sought her stone, a white haired, half-breed child had educated her on Japan's changes since her death. Supposedly, her idiotic mate was dead, her son alive and mated and with a pup on the way. He was also the Lord of the Western Lands, which wouldn't do. He was to be a Ninsoku, no Ninsoku ran a country. He was a disgrace; born of one of her own mistakes. It was such a shame he had been her only living descendant. Many of the Lords of the Southern, Northern and Eastern lands knew her, she was sure she could correct her misgivings without too much hassle, once she'd rid the world of her dishonourable son.

The large, oval stone shone an icy blue in the moonlight, from where it was hung around her neck. Its great powers ran through her, restoring her being as though she hadn't been deceased at all. She lifted her hand daintily and examined it, finding pale, pristine skin covering every part of her being, platinum white hair hanging elegantly from her head and pink, succulent lips adorning her face, right beneath a regally set nose. Her nails were long and well kept, just as she liked them and her markings bore no inconsistencies. She detested the cheaply made clothes Naraku had given her in order to cover herself. They were crimson, cobalt and stamped with white vines and flowers. They weren't at all suited to her noble lineage, but were for a beggar.

She felt the jewel shards pulse from where they were, placed inside the midnight blue moon marking that adorned her forehead, all four glinting in the moonlight. She examined the magenta markings that highlighted her wrist. Did Naraku think she was living off the pathetic shards he'd implanted in her? Her molten eyes narrowed as she examined a sparkling blue and peaceful lake; he was a fool. Even more so because he thought she would do as he asked and kill off this `Inuyasha' being and serve her son to him as a mate. Such foolishness was worthy of her neglect, however, she was an honourable demoness and she did owe that wretched half-breed something for reviving her. She examined her nails, before placing her hand back by her side, as she started to descend into a think forest of trees. Her eyes locked onto a small orange glow, a campfire. She would kill Inuyasha for Naraku, but only after she'd managed to completely destroy her son.

She smirked, her beautiful face taking on a wicked stain as she tilted her head back elegantly, in order to too towards the full moon, “I, Satori, Lady of the Western Lands will kill you, Sesshomaru.” She stated clearly, her mind rebelling against Inutaisho's irrational decision to call his bastard son such a respectable name, “By the moon, I swear it.”

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Woffy: Many thanks to my darling reviewers:

 

ladytokyo: I'm fine, thank you. I'm a bit stressed over my final exams, but that's normal for me; every exam causes me to fall to bits.

 

polka dot: XD Inuyasha doesn't use his brain and even if he did, it's chock full of Kagome. It's sad.

 

erisincognito: I'm so glad you like it! I'm a stickler for in character, uke!Sesshomaru fics and the net's sorely lacking them. I will make it better!

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