InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Frozen ❯ You're Broken ( Chapter 7 )

Title: Frozen
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: Inu Yasha/ various, Inu Yasha/Sesshomaru, Inu Yasha/Kouga 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 "Frozen” by Madonna


Chapter 7: You're Broken

The first few days of being a parent were hard. It hadn't taken long for me to heal but I was a nervous wreck, afraid that I would do something wrong, afraid that I would somehow make some horrible mistake. I had little to no sleep after that first night.

On the third night after the birth I made a small carrier out of alter cloths and wrapped it around my body before placing my little one in it, making sure he was secure I grabbed the soiled bedding and snuck out into the early evening. I managed to find a group of bushes far enough from my den and I set to work digging a deep enough hole to bury them in using only claws and hands. Once I had the hole dug I threw them in and proceeded to cover them with dirt and then I stomped and walked over the place making sure the dirt lay flat. I grabbed nearby pine needles and scattered them around making it look like a breeze had blown them loose, in the hopes that their scent would help mask any lingering scent of blood.

I finished and made my way to the small stream. I stripped around my carrier, taking it off last and divested my son of his furs as I knelt into a sitting position on a flat rock in the middle and cupped the somewhat warm water gently pouring it over him causing him to kick and fuss. I continued until he was clean and then I singlehandedly began to clean myself and my hair. I was as clean as I was going to get and most importantly I had removed the traces of any remaining blood and sweat from my person.

I rewrapped my yet to be named pup and lay him in front of me on a soft patch of grass as I quickly dressed. He lay there quietly with his eyes closed and I as adorned my handmade carrier and gently placed him back into it I thought of names.

He certainly was a respectful child. He rarely cried and the many names that could mean respect played in my mind. The one that seemed to stand out was Shohei. I found it a fitting name and then I thought that perhaps he was just a respectful spirit just as my mother had called me a rambunctious one. Spirit… Ikki? Sho…hei…iki….Shoheiki!

I looked down at fluttering eyelashes and as he opened his closed eyes revealing pale golden brown I grinned down at him, “You will be Shoheiki.”

He yawned proclaiming in his own way that he could care less but I felt happy at the choice. It was with that happiness that we returned to our den and I fed him while I fed myself.

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Our first month was trying to say the least. The weather that summer was horrible. I stayed in the cool dark shade of my hidden den where I nursed Shoheiki and tried to stay cool. I ventured out only in the evening which was only to gather more water or food and once I had acquired it I swiftly made way back. I never left Shoheiki, a thousand horrible scenarios ran through my head, things that would more than likely never happen but a parent's paranoia is sometimes without reason, not that I believed I was without my reasons.

Shoheiki took all my mothering as any newborn, with wide golden eyes that were filling more and more with who he would become. It was amazing to see him learning and discovering himself and his surroundings.

As one month lead into another I watched him wiggle until he could roll over and then watched him go from rolling over on the fur covered floor to pulling himself up on his knees and from that to crawling around our makeshift den and home. He went from strictly nursing to now eating soft fruits and vegetables and the occasional meat that I pre-chewed for him until it was mush. He enjoyed food as much as I did and made a sound close to a howl as he ate and enjoyed his meals. He babbled working on sounds and words, trying to repeat words I said to him.

I talked to him a lot, with no one else to communicate with he became my world in more than one way. As the month of August came and went and Shoheiki celebrated his first year I decided that it was time to venture from our safe haven and perhaps wander a bit, allowing him and I to stretch our legs more.

It went well as I traveled in the woods, usually with Shoheiki strapped to my back and in the safety of the tall tree limbs. At night I would search for an unused den, outcropping, cave or hollowed tree and if none were found we would snuggle up on the sturdiest and widest branch we could find.

I soon discovered that venturing from my safe den was not a good idea. The smell of a hanyou and hanyou child seemed to attract all manner of demons, more so than I usually attracted. I could only surmise that it was the smell of Shoheiki. I knew that the young ones were considered tender to most demons and a rare treat if found but those that flocked to us went from few to many.

It started with one or two small creatures that more often than not saw me and decided it was not worth the effort or possible loss of life but soon that changed. They started grouping together and then the larger and more powerful ones began to show up. I was able to outrun them, hide from them and on the rare occasions when I was just plain fed up beat them to a bloody pulp but it became such a problem that I couldn't find peace at night or day and I began to wear down.

I was exhausted and it was on a cold snow covered night on Shoheiki's fifteenth month of life that I was attacked once again.

There were no trees in sight as I made my way towards the village where I had met Kyoshiro almost two years ago. Only fields covered in snow and frost and dirt roads transformed into mud and frozen slush covered hells.

It was dusk when the group of three appeared out of no where, from their smell and ragged fur covered bodies I could tell they were wolves and the way they surrounded and proceeded to circle me confirmed the hunting style.

“We have come upon quite a sad sight here have we not brothers,” asked the most muscle-bound of the group who also appeared to be the oldest. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his tanned face bore quite a few scars that were noticeable due to their pale color among the darkness of his skin.

“He has to be the skinniest hanyou we've ever found, barely any flesh on his bones, I'd almost say he wasn't worth the effort,” said the second who had his brothers height but not the muscles, his skin just as dark.

“Oh…but that makes him a quick meal til we find something more filling, like some of those mortals in the village,” responded the youngest and last of the group. Unlike the others his hair was shorn and he had yet to gain muscle or height.

“Well brothers, let us make quick work of him and then we can go find us something more,” said the eldest and then he lunged at me.

I jumped back and skidded to the right barely avoiding the middle brother's attack from behind. This startled the youngest who failed to make his attempt and I clenched my hand tightly digging claws into my own palm until it hurt and I felt the warmth of blood start to flow.

“Oh, this one still has some fight in him,” the middle brother called out in excitement.

He lunged and I was careful to avoid him and to not accidentally expose Shoheiki who was wrapped on my back and bundled in a layer of furs.

I was about to fling my blades of blood when claws came out of no where digging into my stomach sending me flying backwards skidding on my feet through the slushy mud but not falling down. The movement caused Shoheiki to be jostled violently and he awoke and began to cry and flail.

“OH! He's carrying an extra snack! You hear that boys! He's got a little one with him,” the middle brother cried out excitedly approaching me.

I quickly flung out my hand crying “Hijin Ketsusou” and watched as the bloody blades slashed at both the eldest and middle brothers causing them to cry out in pain. I clenched both palms desperately now causing new blood to pour out.

The youngest made a go at me from behind trying to rip Sho from my back and I swung around slashing his face and flinging him backwards to the ground causing him to slide a few feet away as I lifted my bloody claws once more and cried out “Hijin Ketsusou” as the two older brothers made a charge at me once more and the blades tore into their flesh not stopping them, I feared the worst and then a blinding light filled the now dark road and the brothers covered their eyes cowering before the light.

I followed it finding its source to be none other than the village monks with their rosaries and staffs out chanting as they approached. I took the chance that was given and took off into the dark. I ran not looking back, the swaying of my running lulling Shoheiki into quiet once more. I ran until I found myself at the old temple and didn't stop until I was safely inside and then I found my old secret passageway and dropped into my den which still smelled of me and Shoheiki. I uncovered myself and pulled him from back bringing him before me so that I could look him over.

I checked every finger and toe until I was satisfied and then I pulled him close and laid down letting go of the pent up stress and emotions I had held in and allowed myself to cry softly as I held Shoheiki close thanking whatever god or goddess that had been looking out for us.

Once my tears were cried out and Shoheiki had fallen into a pleasant slumber I just lay there watching him sleep and knew what I had to do….

I had to find him somewhere to stay, somewhere safe. And as I thought about it the image of the monks played over and over in my head.

Shoheiki seemed to attract demons and the only way to make sure he would be permanently protected until he was old enough to care for himself was to place him with them.

I kissed his forehead and pulled him against me.

To Be Continued…..

Sorry it took so long. When it rains it pours. My mother went into the hospital with an infection that caused them to amputate two of her toes and then she went into surgery again and they took her foot and then she went in again and they took her ankle and after 6 surgeries she has her upper leg and her life. So, all in all we feel blessed.

Thanks for reading, hopefully will have more soon.

Kat