InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ The Myth against the Mundane ( Chapter 19 )

Well a lot of has happened in this inu's life. This one has been seen fit to be granted love, pure unadulterated affection and emotion from another that I want to love for the rest of my days. The second I stepped off the escalator at the airport and we locked eyes, we knew. My love, my inu Skye, my marked mate and fiancée, this chapter is of course dedicated to you. All of you have no idea how happy and fulfilled this woman makes me. Being engaged is fun.

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Dedication in part to MarieMichele for being such a good friend and I wanted to do something really nice for her.

 

Chapters may take awhile as future plans come into place and this one is also studying to take the GED. For all my younger readers, please, please, please take my advice and finish high school. A quarter of a century old already and I'll finally get the piece of paper that says I finished what I started.

This one has never been to an obstetrician, so a scene later is faked. I am merely a writer, not a doctor. Dr. Sato does not belong to me but to Gargoyles. But he says he enjoys the places in Intended Mate and here.

 

 

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“Impoverished Heir” chapter nineteen

The myth among the mundane

 

“Open up, Sessh,” Rin cajoled. Sesshomaru stared at the plastic fork she brandished and all but sniffed at the carrots she offered.

“You realize this is demeaning for this one,” he murmured. Rin smiled and wiggled the fork, and stroked his brow with her free hand. Long bangs as white as freshly fallen snow fell over her slender fingers.

“Yes, but you have to eat. Your doctors have commanded you need nutrition,” she offered. Sesshomaru turned his nose up at the tray of food.

“If they meant hospital food, they're sorely mistaken,” he said flatly. But he opened his mouth and allowed Rin to feed him.

“Well it's all that's allowed for you, my darling. They check me worse than the Gestapo coming in to see you,” his girlfriend reported. Sesshomaru grumbled but let Rin pamper to him.

“Couldn't we pay them to let you sneak in some soba noodles at least? I'm starving all the time,” Sesshomaru explained. Rin patted his chest, careful to stay away from his left side. His shoulder had been cleaved through neatly by her father's blade, and noticing that the normal slope of his once wide shoulder was lessened always put a lump in her throat.

“I know you're hungry, Sessh, but they won't let me bring in anything!” Rin smiled. Sesshomaru leaned back in repose like a mythical creature. His whitened hair and golden eyes made him look that exotic and foreign. But Rin knew that even if he was changing before her eyes, that she would love every part of him.

The creature before her smiled then and Rin felt her heart warm again. She leaned towards Sesshomaru's outstretched hand and held his long fingers to her cheek. The Takahashi heir chuckled warmly and caressed the warm heat of her golden skin.

“You should try harder for me. I'll waste away in here. I need lots of protein to get through these changes,” Sesshomaru insisted. Rin nodded and held his hand to her face.

“There's no denying something is happening to you,” she commented shyly. Sesshomaru looked down at his middle where beneath the hospital gown, cut muscles adorned his slim torso, developed further with his shifting insides. His golden eyes narrowed and he sighed.

“This one thanks you for noticing,” he murmured. Rin protested and rubbed her cheek against his palm.

“There is! Your hair for one thing, and the doctors said your organs have grown and shifted to accommodate your strength. What strength, I don't know what he means,” she said softly. Sesshomaru exhaled slowly.

“He may be right,” he said. Sesshomaru had to concentrate not to bruise his beloved. He felt he had the strength in his hand to break walls like he had done in his own office. Rin caressed his fingertips, making him relax. She was his strength and he would ever be grounded thanks to her love.

“He is. Something's happening, Sessh, but we'll get through this,” Rin stated. Sesshomaru gave a hint of a smile.

“That is good, Rin, because this one feels…”

“I told you, I didn't wanna come here, Kagome!”

Sesshomaru's ears all but twitched as he looked towards the door of his room, Rin swiveling in her chair to receive their guests.

“You're coming to see your brother, today; you promised me, and you promised Myoga-san!” This from Kagome. Sesshomaru sighed, his pointed ears throbbing. But he plastered a faint smile on his lips as his brother's girlfriend came into his room. Her slender hand was clamped around Inuyasha's wrist as he all but dug his sneakers into the tiled floor to keep from coming in.

“Hello, Inuyasha-san, Kagome-san!” Rin greeted. She let go of Sesshomaru's remaining hand and stood to bow. Kagome let go of Inuyasha's wrist and bowed in return. Inuyasha groused lowly under his breath and crossed his arms across his chest. Sesshomaru was pleased to note he wasn't trying to bolt. He sat up higher against his pillows and tapped his long nails against the sheets.

“It's good to see you again, Kagome-san,” he murmured. Kagome bowed lowly, making his half-brother frown. “And you too, Inuyasha.”

“Sesshomaru.” Inuyasha wasn't budging. If Sesshomaru hadn't the memory of hearing his brother's anxious voice mixed with Rin's as the ambulance workers carried him away, he would have said he didn't care. But Sesshomaru liked to think he knew him better than he was acting.

“How are you both?” Sesshomaru began again. Inuyasha fidgeted as Rin beamed at him. It was Kagome that spoke up for the both of them.

“We're fine; we were just coming to see how you were doing today.” Kagome smoothed out her skirt as Inuyasha glared at her. Sesshomaru tried not to smirk. It was apparent the both of them were involved and deeply in love even though one was being polite and the other reproachful.

“All is well as you can see,” Sesshomaru answered. He smiled when Kagome pulled up a chair next to Rin and leaned forward.

“Myoga-san said there was work for Inuyasha to do with you.”

“There is. If my brother would be so kind as to join us…?”

“Keh!” Inuyasha snorted but leaned over Kagome's chair. “I don't trust you yet, Sesshomaru.”

“That will come with time, this one is sure,” Sesshomaru said smoothly. He reached for a ledger on the nightstand by his bed with his remaining hand, and Rin leaned forward to help. “As you can see, our broker meetings were a complete success and Father's company's stocks are rising…”

 

* * * *

 

Kouga flexed his hands before him and looked up at the old men standing before him. His father had called them clan elders and they looked the part, stooped men with silver hair and sharp eyes that regarded him with disdain.

`Do what they tell you. And above all else, obey the elders. You have not obeyed me, but you will obey the clan as a whole. Remember that, son.'

Kouga snorted remembering his father's passing words as he was carted off like a common criminal. He had been taken by young partial wolf youkai, black haired men in suits who had taken him by ridiculous ease of strength. They had cared not that he was also wolf youkai; transporting him had just been a job for them.

“Ookami Kouga, son of Ookami Takeru the lead of the wolves hold of legality in the ningen capital,” The oldest youkai addressed him. Kouga shook his head. His long dark hair hung into his sharp eyes.

“Isn't that a little too long to say each time?” he smiled. The elders did not.

“Ookami Kouga, son of Takeru.” A straight-backed elder reiterated. `You have been sent to repay your transgressions against your blood and our clan.”

Kouga sighed, feeling the comfort of his old life fade away as if in a dream. He had been sent to the kami know where in the Japanese countryside to train. He could almost hear the heroic theme song in his head now. And one will fast to be pure and strong…

“Well if you say so. I don't know what you will have me do but… oof!” Kouga was kicked down and his face was pressed in the sand. The waves on the beach crashed distantly in the background as the elders walked around him.

“Arrogance. Deceit. Selfish motive. We require none of these qualities here,” A younger silver-haired youkai bit out. He gnashed his sharp teeth together as if to spit at the traits he named. Kouga lifted his head and spat out sand. He could taste the salt of the ocean in his mouth.

“Okay, so you want me to become more virtuous. Is that it?” Kouga made to rise to his knees but another elder planted his foot on his back. Kouga pushed up and was met with an iron strength his partially awakened youki could not budge. He bit his lip to keep from snapping at his superior, but it was frightening to be held down this way.

“Yes. There is more to it than thinking right. You must act right.”

“Yeah, don't go to the Dark Side, I think I got it,” Kouga made to joke. The elders growled lightly above him. The sun's rays bounced off an elder's glasses, blinding Kouga's vision. He squinted up.

“You will refrain from acting out of turn. You will honor your inheritance, and you will honor your family.”

Kouga grunted and nodded. His bangs were coated with wet sand. “Okay…. Okay…. I'll be good.”

The elders were not pleased. He could feel their discontent around him like a bad memory. “We do not see fit to believe you. All first lessons begin with acquiescence. You are just merely agreeing with us.”

Kouga groaned. Apparently his courtroom face wasn't as polished as his fathers if they could see through that. “I don't see it from your point of view, I'm sorry.”

“Perhaps you will. We have something in mind for your first lesson. Ayame!”

Kouga lifted his head, a jerky movement trained by a Pavlov's reflex of his domination over the many women he had slept with. The elders stepped back and he was not disappointed. The short young woman standing over him wore light sandals, her toes delicate and bare against the sand and water. She was not as dressed as the elders, choosing to wear a light gi of gray and black that was loosely tied around her lithe form. Her eyes were sharp and golden, indicating her youkai heritage, and her hair was strangely red. Kouga idly wondered that perhaps rebellion in the younger wolf generations wasn't just pertained to him when the oldest of the elders smiled kindly and inclined his silvered head. Ayame went down on one knee, showing him deference and respect to his rank, her head bent low. Her red tail hung over one slim shoulder as he murmured softly to her. When Ayame's head lifted, her golden eyes took him in. And she smiled.

Kouga was beginning to think this arrangement wasn't so bad as he was let up and he stepped up to the young woman. His gaze roved up and down, noting the most pleasing physical attributes, and how to best open her clothing without tear or resistance.

“Ayame, huh? I'm Ookami Kouga, of Takeru's seed,” Kouga boasted, puffing his chest out. The last part was improvised, as he took a page out of the elders' book to indicate his sire's rank. Ayame raised one slim eyebrow, coolly assessing him.

“Should I be impressed? You have a lot to answer for,” she replied. Kouga felt the wind pull drastically out of his sails and he almost hissed in response. So she was a stubborn bitch. She would just be more pleasing to have. All women answered the call of his virility. All but Kagome, his mind whispered…

“Well, I guess I thought you would be. So, what do we have to do?” he leered. Ayame crossed her arms, causing her breasts to jut against the lapels of her gi top. Kouga found his gaze drifting down on reflex, noting the small firm globes. They weren't so big, but hell, the hint of cleavage from the lapels meant they were still something. Sometimes all you needed was a handful.

Ayame tapped one sandal on the sand and cleared her throat. Kouga looked to her face, grinning.

“Eyes up here, son of Takeru,” Ayame announced. The elders shuffled in the background, sighing with disgust. Kouga shifted his stance and crossed his arms.

“Well, let's get on with it,” he said happily. Ayame's eyes frosted over. She got the hint all too well what he implied he wanted them to get on WITH and it was beyond an attempt at redemption. She widened her stance and held up a small hand negligently.

“If you're so eager to begin, come at me,” she offered. Kouga smirked and ambled up. His posture smacked at arrogance. He was then put on his back faster than he could blink. Kouga gagged and looked up at the elder's favorite. She was smiling ever so slightly. Her stance had not changed yet she had put him down. Kouga seethed.

“Who do you think you are, bitch??” He tapped a spark of his youkai blood and ran at the slight girl. Ayame smiled and sidestepped him easily. Kouga found him self tripped once more and he went down eating sand. Howling, he flew back up and reached for her with clawed fingers. Ayame danced with him, easily dodging and swiping back what was offered. Kouga grit his sharp teeth, feeling his blood boil as flecks of his life's liquid dripped from small careful scratches. She was toying with him! She was faster than him. But by the kami, she wasn't stronger than him. He decided to prove that to her by grabbing her arm when she was close, and yanking her close by the front of her gi. Ayame struggled, pressed close to his tensed angry form, her eyes wide.

“Got you, you little fucking….” The enraged words turned to a high-pitched squeak as her hand shot low and grabbed him by the valuables. Her slender claws squeezed him on the brink of pain, promising a world of hurt.

“Who has who now?” Ayame asked lightly. Kouga's legs shook and he stood still. His feet sunk into the damp sand, putting him slightly off balance.

“Okay, you got me… you fucking got me already!” he growled. Ayame grasped his balls in her palm and twisted sideways sharply. Kouga screeched like a girl.

“You can't move from this can you?” she asked him almost sympathetically. Kouga shook his head rapidly.

“No!…” he hissed. He felt his inhibitions and his pride fall to his feet and into the sand as he admitted his helplessness at the hands of a small petite woman. The elders shuffled beyond his peripheral vision, nodding with satisfaction. Ayame smiled, but it was not born of gloating. She genuinely looked sorry for him. And that almost seemed worse.

“Good. The elders asked that I teach you humility. Your first lesson has begun.” With that, Ayame let go of his goods, and let him fall to the sand on his knees. Kouga wheezed and fell on his side, cradling one hand between his thighs. His testicles felt twisted and bruised.

“Whu?” he breathed, blinking up. Ayame swept her red tail over her slim shoulder and smiled. The elders were beaming behind the slip of a wolf youkai.

“I am your teacher in the ways of our heritage. You will be working with me, under me, and if you think to rearrange our working relationship,” Ayame knelt down beside Kouga and rubbed two fingers together. Kouga's balls pulled in at the gesture. “You will find out who is the teacher and who is the student.”

“…Yes. Ayame-san.”

The elders nodded and looked pleased.

 

* * * *

 

Miroku sat next to Sango reclining and held her hand. Sango wore a loose college t-shirt of his and a long skirt that fell past her ankles. Her belly was bare to her ribs as the obstetrician spread the salve on her flat middle. Sango keened at the coldness of the lubricant and clutched her boyfriend's hand.

“Okay, we're honing in on the heartbeat there… you should see the shape of the fetus,” the doctor instructed. Miroku turned his head obediently and watched the monitor. The black and white screen showed a number of lumps that made him feel ill. Did his baby really have two heads, or was he looking at it wrong?

“Ooh, look, that's it. That's our baby, Miroku,” Sango whispered. Her fingers clutched his. Miroku gripped his knee with his right hand. His beads fell against his slacks.

“Uhm… I guess I see it,” he stammered. The doctor smiled and tapped the monitor with a pencil.

“The head is here. And the shape of the body, and the legs… fetus is developing normally. You're doing a good job so far on your nutrition, Miss Taijiya.”

“Thank you,” Sango beamed. Miroku's throat felt dry and he swallowed. He stared at his future on the monitor and felt the walls closing in. But he tried his hardest to hold his fear at bay.

“When do you know? If it's a boy or a girl,” he said. Sango's smile warmed his soul so he was doing a good job, wasn't he?

The doctor smiled and looked over Sango's file. “We should know in a few weeks. But in the meantime, keep up the good work and be happy, you two.”

Miroku smiled weakly and shook the man's hand. “Thank you, Dr. Sato.”

“Yes, thank you,” Sango echoed. She took the rag offered from Sato and wiped her belly clean. Miroku watched her skin disappear beneath his shirt and sighed. He made himself smile when Sango's eyes met his. And he took her hand in his, and led her out of the office.

 

* * * *

 

Inuyasha stared down at Tetsusaiga in his hands. He was sitting on the tatami mats of his and Kagome's living room, his long legs spread and his father's katana lying on the floor between them. His hands gripped the hilt of the ancient weapon and he stared down the length of the naked blade. The katana was hundreds of years old, and it looked as chipped and old as he knew it must be. Myoga-san was so sure it was full of power. Inuyasha shrugged as he ran his gaze down the length of the steel.

“It's too rusted,” he murmured. Why was Myoga-san so insistent that it could slay a hundred? “It doesn't look like it could slay one!”

But his father had said the very same thing, Myoga-san was adamant about that. Perhaps there was some way to use it… oh, Pop.

“What are you doing?” Kagome asked. Inuyasha looked up and grinned. His girlfriend wore tight pastel colors that adhered to her curves nicely. Her hair was pinned up on top of her head, showing off the silver of his mating mark on her throat. He licked his lip at the sight.

“Tetsusaiga wanted me to look at it,” he answered. Kagome smiled and moved into the large open room. She sat on the sofa and tucked her legs under her. Her skirt moved with her, showing off bare white legs. Inuyasha leaned back and grinned.

“Is it showing you any tricks? It looks so old,” she commented. Inuyasha squinted at the long curved blade in his hands and sighed.

“Myoga-san said my father knew it had the strength to slay a hundred. But it doesn't look like it can even cut,” he observed. Kagome murmured in reply and played with a loose lock of his hair. White mixed with black slid between her fingers. He was turning fully white more with each day. As silver as his older brother…

“Kagome? I said it probably couldn't do a damn thing.”

Kagome smiled and leaned close to kiss his cheek. “Maybe it can, and maybe it can't. But it was something at least. Your father left something for you.”

Inuyasha smiled and looked up at his lover. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too. We're the same lot aren't we, without our fathers?”

“At least we have your mama, and each other.”

“That we do, my love,” Kagome said. Inuyasha carefully sheathed Tetsusaiga and leaned the warped sheathe against the wall. He turned and pulled Kagome into his arms. They fell to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, laughing together.

 

* * * *

 

Kikyo peered out at the floor of desks. Her young men typed fiercely, conversing and joking back and forth, some running idly for the copier or the fax machine. All of her employees were strapping young men, trim and fit and either in college working for internships, or out at full positions in her office. If Inuyasha was forever out of her reach, there were plenty of other men to choose from.

Kikyo's gaze settled on the broad shoulders of Hoshi Miroku. The priest's son was hunched over his desk, his muscles tensed as he worked for her satisfaction. The woman smiled coyly and pushed off the doorway. She carried her way past her men and smiled as they clipped obedient bows to her.

“Kikyo-san.”

“Kikyo-san.”

“Good evening to you, Kikyo-san.”

Kikyo waved idly and pushed her way around to Hoshi's desk.

“Hoshi Miroku,” she called. Miroku lifted his head and smiled weakly. Kikyo had heard his girlfriend had gotten pregnant and there was talk of them getting married to balance the chaos an unexpected baby was causing. She saw not a happy young man before her. So what if he was in love with his young girl? She saw an exhausted and confused young man with circles under his dark eyes, and confusion in his gaze.

“Yes, Kikyo-san. Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked politely. Kikyo smiled coyly. She caressed the edge of his large aura with her powers. Miroku shivered noticeably.

“I was wondering if there was anything I could do for you instead. Are you feeling well, Hoshi-san?” Kikyo inquired. Miroku smiled weakly and shook his head.

“You know, I thought I was, but I don't know anymore.” He admitted. Kikyo looked around and smiled. Inuyasha was not in tonight, so Miroku felt he could discuss things openly.

“How so, Hoshi-san? You can tell me.”

Kikyo made the customary smiles and nods as Miroku filled her ears with his worries about Sango's pregnancies, and his fears of it altogether.

“I always knew I wanted to marry her, but… it just feels like I HAVE to with the baby coming,” Miroku confessed. Kikyo clucked her tongue and moved behind his chair.

“It's normal and it's okay to feel these fears,” Kikyo soothed. Her long-nailed fingers settled on his shoulders and started to rub. Miroku sat up straight and tensed, then relaxed under her ministrations.

“It is? I can't help but feel it's bad to feel this way. It's….”

“It's what?” Kikyo asked. She settled her aura down upon the monk. Miroku looked up at the ceiling.

“It's not right,” he whispered. Kikyo stilled her hands then rubbed again.

“You know that you can come to me with anything,” she whispered. Miroku felt his groin twinge and he looked up over his shoulder. Kikyo's red lips spread in a smile.

“I'll think about it,” was his answer.

 

 

* * * *

 

Onigumo Naraku looked through his files for the day and smiled. His hand reached underneath his desk and stroked long dark hair.

“Don't use your teeth. Relax your throat. Ah… yes. You are learning,” he crooned. Small suction sounds were heard in the darkened office. Naraku loosened his collar and cleared his throat.

“Onigumo-san?”

Naraku looked up and smiled as he answered the summons to his office.

“Yes, come in.” The girl at his feet looked up but he fisted her hair. She bent down to his turgid member.

“We found some disturbing news, sir.”

“Describe `disturbing',” Naraku said. The businessman walked to his desk and set down a folder of photos. Naraku thumbed open the file. A picture of Rin sat waiting his attention. He snorted.

“Reminding a father of his daughter's betrayal is not a good way to get my approval,” Naraku demurred. The man coughed and pointed to the camera's date in the corner.

“This was taken last night; your daughter is alive. She took four bullet wounds to the chest and she survived.”

“How is this possible?” Naraku murmured. His eyes narrowed at Rin's profile. She was seated at a bedside and stroking a pale arm fed with needles.

“We do not know. However, we traced a weapon of legend to be in the possession of the Takahashi family…”

“Tenseiga.” Naraku knew the legends and he knew the swords appearance even if the photo before him was in black and white.

“Yes, Tenseiga. The legendary katana with the power to revive a person crossing over to the spiritual realm.”

 

Naraku traced a finger down the photographs and smirked. “Tenseiga. Hmm. So apparently the legends surrounding it are true. One would have cause to wonder if its brother Tetsusaiga has its fabled power as well.”

If Tenseiga could revive, then Tetsusaiga could destroy; and in large numbers at that. Naraku steepled his fingers and smiled.

“We have reason to believe it could, sir.”

“I believe I could use that power for myself, don't you agree?”

“Yes, sir.”

As the man left his office, Naraku tugged on the girl's hair and smiled as she sucked him to completion.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Father.”

 

End for now

This one is truly sorry for not posting in over two weeks. I was on a trip to see my girlfriend and get engaged (laugh) I was off at work and running, I was studying hard for my upcoming GED test. I did take a few moments each night to write a few lines for this story, and I will not leave it standing alone until it's finished. You have this one's word.

 

Most sincerely yours, penpaninu 7/05/06