InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Protection of Creation. ❯ The Birth of a God ( Chapter 2 )

Ok. My sister has decided that she dose not want to participate in the competition, but I will still grapple with any of you that want to.

Stuff that you should already know for this story.

Inuyasha dose not belong to me. Sesshomaru is hot. This is my fic. I can do what ever I want with it. So don't copy. The original story line of Pandoras Box. Some of my talk may border on the religious so please don't take offence. Do not flame me or I will disable the anonymous reviews and ban you from reviewing me.

The Birth of a God.

“My dear Sutsuki, will you merry me?” the male asked the female in front of him. “Will you become the lady of my lands, bear my children, and combine my name with yours, become Takihashi Sutsuki?” the male reached out an empty hand to the female in a silent plea for her to accept his offer.

The female smiled down into the males eyes, for he was kneeling at her feet, and slowly, but without hesitation, placed her hand in his.

“Inu-Tashio, I would gladly bear your child, your name, and the title of Lady of your lands. I will gladly become your mate for as long as I shall live, bearing my responsibilities with pride.”

The being that watched the couple understood most of what they said, through expression and context mostly, and followed them around in hopes that they would mate and he could become there child. He had found the perfect couple to create a body for him. Each powerful and entitled in the ways of there people. He accompanied the female around so that he would not miss a single detail of her situation, or the right moment to slip inside her womb.

The beings around the chosen female hustled around and other females squealed in delight when she told them that she was to mate with `Lord Tashio.' Much time passed and finaly, when the watcher was becoming desperate, the male came to the female again, and took her away.

Following the couple, the watcher entered a wonderful forest and looked around in awe at the beauty that him and his sister/wife had created.

Looking back at the couple that he was following, the watcher was surprised that they were some ways away, almost out of sight. Hurrying to catch up, he only caught glimpses of what they were doing.

The couple seemed to be tearing at on another. Pieces of cloth flew in wide abandon as they became vicious in there pursuit of something new to the watcher. As he watched, the couple began to change shape. There ears moved, there mandibles stretched out to create jutting chins, there noses moved to almost meld with there mouths. There bone structure in there limbs changed, making them into creatures that walked on four feet instead of two. They sprouted tails out of there spines and grew thick fur all over there bodies. There neck positions changed so that they would not be looking at the ground in there new forms.

They created themselves into creatures of grate hunger. They had used a power close to what he possessed in creation, but they had used it to change themselves into what they already were. Maybe he would not nave to give up all his power.

Then the creatures that were his chosen parental influences began a strange ritual. They circled and nipped at one another. Snarling and grinning.

Though the watcher had not yet caught up with the couple he knew that his moment had almost come. They would mate and he would merge with them as they merged, folding his being into the consciousness of a child inside the female.

And so he did. At the final moment of there joining, he slipped himself into the fusion, anchoring himself inside the now fertile egg, then wiping himself of his memory and godly power, hoping, praying, that his counterpart would understand the instructions that he had left for her. Then he forgot that she would soon exist, and his reason for existence.

(Slightly funny that a god is praying. Who dose a god pray to?)

With the god now embodied, he would be like any child that the couple would have conceived with out his influence. If the female had the misfortune of a miscarriage, then the gods' body would die and his consciousness would be forced back out of the sphere, back into the `verse, back to the rage and jealousy of his siblings.

But if he, like he so happened to do, were born an infant six months later, grew to a toddler, then a child, a teen, then young adult, well, now, isn't he fortunate.

Upon his birth, shorter in time to a human pregnancy, but longer than the average animal one, his father was the first to hold him. While his mother lay asleep and sick, on the verge of death, his father spoke to him, though the new babe could, surly, not understand.

“Shhh, my son. Shhh. Sleep for your father. Sleep and have good dreams, my child, my Sesshomaru. That will be your name, your mothers' brother was named Sesshokuni, my brother was named Tactimaru. You shall be named after two grate warriors, both now long gone. May there spirits watch over you.”

And with that, Inu-Tashio placed the infant in his mothers' arms. There was no one in the room besides mother and child, so when the woman passed away from exhaustion in her sleep, and no one noticed that the child snuggled close to the cold dead body that should have bean his mother until hours later, it was no surprise that the child would grow serious.

The child Sesshomaru never cried. Not once as a babe, toddler, or child. He excelled in all training, weather mental or physical. For the young lord, there was no such thing as play. Nothing more fun than to practice his martial arts.

Inu-Tashio was slightly worried over his son, but despair over the death of his mate caused him to be unable to act on his worry. So Sesshomaru grew up a serious child, boy, and teen.

When Sesshomaru reached the age of two hundred there was a big ceremony planned for his coming of age. He had become a man. He had fought in many battles. He was an exilent diplomat and he never showed anger or frustration. In fact he never showed any emotion at all. Some said that he was hiding, behind his stoic mask. When it was made as to who thought so, they quickly there after denied any such accusations. Usually after something humiliating occurred to them.

Upon this sacred day of manhood, Sesshomarus birthday, Inu-Tashio announced his intent to remarry. The people rejoiced at the concept of a new lady, that is, until they met her at Sesshomarus sacred banquet that night. That day would always burn as a beacon of shame in Sesshomarus mind.

The woman that Inu-Tashio would mate was a human, not of there species. Sesshomaru would develop a bitterness towards all humans that reveled on disgust.

Later that same year, Inu-Tashio mated the human and then the human became pregnant. She went to visit her family to tell them the news, and they became intent on killing her.

In the process of Inu-Tashio rescuing her, he became fatally wounded and died before he saw his second son born.

Sesshomaru tolerated his half brothers presence until the brat became spoiled from the people in there home, they pitied him for being a half breed. After all, he was twenty, for a half breed, he did not have a distended childhood. He was the equivalent of a twenty year old, the same equivalent as Sesshomaru, in fact.

So the half breed left and his mother, too, died.

Sesshomaru took to traveling. He came home for his battles and social events, but otherwise traveled his lands on his own. Sometimes visiting neighbors and strengthening relations. But mostly just settling disputes on his land, keeping his people from killing each other and visitors. This is how he would inevitably meat his fate: his counterpart.

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