InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Returning to the Path of Sesshoumaru's Eyes ❯ Sins of the Father ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sins of the Father

(An Author warning; this chapter will be especially dark, and mature. Intended for an adult audience only.)

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“JAKEN!!!” Sesshoumaru bellowed. That hime was here already? Either way, she would be sent to his great hall. The Lord was furious- and when Jaken appeared he made sure to hit him on the head harder than normal. Jaken cowered in fear; terrified of his lord's angry eyes- he had never seen such anger in him. Death, destruction, and battle was considered a calm surrounding for this youkai lord, what could've possibly have made him so pissed off?

“Jaken! I wished not for the bells to ring yet! Send the hime to the great hall and prepare it for the rite immediately!”

“Lord Sesshoumaru-sama! Y-y-y-y-yes Milord!” the toad scrambled off to prepare.

The angry lord stomped to his chambers where he was quickly dressed in a blood-red hakama and haori set, and a black with gold sleeveless ceremonial vested kimono. His servant tied the indigo, black, and silver obi with crescent moons and sent him on this way. Sesshoumaru wasted no time to receive his guests in the main hall. The doors were opened for him by servants, and he strode to his mat. He sat down, and then his guests were admitted.

First came in an older demon wearing his grandfatherly form, wearing the orange and red kimono of the south. After him came four men carrying a covered transport on their shoulders, his mate-to-be and bride hidden within curtains of beads and jasmine flowers. Her seductive, warm honey orbs peeked through and shone with anticipation. Her father came to a halt in front of the lord, and bowed deeply. The caravan came to a stop, with one servant running forward and falling on all fours in front of the transport with a stepping platform.

“To the Dai Youkai of the West, Inu Youkai Lord Sesshoumaru, I present to ye; my first-born daughter, the oni-hime and outaishihi of the south, Aikou-Akan! She hast come to this Great Hall for her place as mate as sworn by ye great father, the late InuNoTaishou!”

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The young woman's hand extended from the curtain, and pushed it aside. Her eyes made contact with Sesshoumaru's, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her lord-to-be was quite handsome. What struck her most was his striking, strong eyes that refused to reveal any thoughts. She let her eyes wander down his kimono, liking the striking black against his pale and luminous flesh. The combination was cutting, jutting, sharp and precise. His eyes showed strength, danger, and deadly calculating coldness. Honor, duty, and strength were written all over his kimono, his face, and his heart. She smiled at him and bowed her head- this was the moment she was born for.

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This was the moment Sesshoumaru was born for. To be mated and to continue the line his father started. Sesshoumaru observed the beauty before him, calculating his duty to this hime. Her slender, lithe hand was the first thing in his sight, as it pushed the curtain separating his eyes from her visage aside. It was warm, and tanned with summers in the sun, and glistening with nervous apprehension. Her whole, slim body shook and her slim, seductive eyes glanced up at his slowly. She leaned her body forward, angling her chest towards the lord, and sliding one foot forward. Her jeweled anklets shimmered as her ankle was exposed, and slid out from her promiscuous, revealing kimono. Bringing her other leg down as well, she reached out for a servant's hand as she stepped on the small platform. She took small, saucy steps as she swayed her hips to each movement she made. When she reached within a foot of the lord, she brought her hands together and bowed deeply. “Konnichiha, Great Sesshoumaru of the West. I am here to serve you, milord.”

Sesshoumaru studied her for a minute. “Let me see your face, hime.”

The girl glanced up from her bow, and he gave her a glance-over. She had strong, sharp cheekbones, and catty, slim eyes. Her lips were full, and her body well-toned. Her hair was styled with long flowing hair down to her waist pinned with red crystals and flowers, and with the crown of her hair swept up and pinned allowing a cascading fountain of the jeweled locks to tremble down her back. Her eyelids were dressed with greens and golds, her lips painted a ruby red. She was dressed to look desirable and sexy to please her intended, which Sesshoumaru did not appreciate. This woman was not like a proper bride. Seeing his displeasure, she squirmed uncomfortably.

Sesshoumaru growled inwardly. He wouldn't mind the actual mating process with this one but he was obviously not the taken with the idea of her being his mate for life. This Sesshoumaru saw already she was weak hearted. He stood there and signaled his ward.

“Jaken.” He heard the toad scramble to bring forth the ceremonial sake. Sesshoumaru took the small bowl and drank from it, then in turn offering it to his mate-to-be. Her hands trembled as she received the small bowl in her hands and sipped its contents. He watched her with an emotionless face, and nodded when she was finished. “The engagement is sealed. In three nights, the night of the quarter moon, I will come to claim my mate and continue my line. Be ready for me.” Jaken took the bowl from him, and Sesshoumaru turned back around to leave the hall. Aikou-Akan dropped her seductive demeanor and pouted, looking off in his direction annoyed.

“Father! He barely even spoke to me!” She scowled. This is the moment I wait my entire life for, and my mate does not even give a care about it!” she groaned inwardly. What disturbed her even more were his cold, deadly eyes and the way he looked over her like an object. She was just a duty and a promise to fulfill. Nothing more. Her father interrupted her desperate thoughts.

“Aikou-Akan-san, ye must realize that Lord Sesshoumaru does not love. He has been this way always. He is a cold, perfect killer.”

The demon princess gulped uneasily, and felt a tugging at the edge of her robe. “Uh…Hime of the Western Lands…I shall show you your room” Jaken mumbled nervously. She looked down at him, and then back at her father. “Father, are you staying?”

The demon shook his head, “No Aikou-Akan. It is time you were on your own now. I have taught you everything you can use.” With that, her father disappeared in a bright, red ball of light and shot out of the room.

Jaken lead her down the hallways with dark, high ceilings with great tapestries of the dog clan lining the side. Torches illuminated them, the demons in the picture almost dancing and sparring of their own accord. Finally, after a number of winding turns, they arrived at her door. Jaken bowed, and left her to enter her room herself.

A servant awaited her, and came forward to give her a bath. She never spoke a word to her, and when she was done being washed and fed, left with only a simple bow.

“I am alone now.” Thought Aikou-Akan. She stared out her window, and held her head in her hands. She was to be mated to a cold demon who wanted nothing to do with her.

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“Rin, please enter”. Sesshoumaru looked up at her, a hint of weariness behind his eyes. Rin bowed, and entered with a tray of his night tea. Rin smiled sadly at him as he beckoned her forward. She sat the tray down for him and poured his cup first, handing it to him like a proper hostess. “There you are, Sesshoumaru-sama.” For a long time, they sipped at their cups, neither knowing what to say to the other. Finally, the ice lord broke the stark silence.

“I have to mate this hime in three days. Not only do I not like her, but I have never- I have a duty. I must fulfill it.”

Rin scooted a little closer and attentively wrapped an arm around him. “I understand.” Her eyes were brimming with tears, so she closed them tightly and leaned her head against her lord's shoulder. Before long, she was heavily asleep from the emotional day. Sesshoumaru moved her into his lap and stroked her back, contemplating his dire situation. He breathed in her scent, felt her soft hair slip through his fingertips, and finally after a long moment of pause, reached down and kissed her on the forehead.

My strong-hearted Rin. She may be suffering, but she is too brave to show it. He decided he would allow this one night to hold her in his arms. He swept her over his shoulder, and gently carried her back into his room. He sat down on his mat and took her hair down from its ornaments, letting it fall in waves down her back. She appeared to be comfortable in her white hakama and haori set, so he lay her back down on the bed and brought the sheets up over her lithe, peaceful sleeping form. Slipping off all of his clothing except his hakama, he slid into the bedding next to her and brought her closer to him. For two nights he did this, his Rin left unaware because shortly before sunrise, he would carry her tenderly back to her sleeping mat.

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In her sleep, she felt herself drifting. Flower petals flew in the air, creating a curtain of safety and a mask from the harsh world. She was stroked gently, soft caresses soothing away all of the torment her world suffered. Yet there was no pain, no fear. “I am safe, warm, and secure. My Lord is here and that is all I need. I am loved here. No matter how bad things may become, I will always remember what he said to me.” The rocking slowly stopped, and she stirred as she was roused from her sleep. She smelled frankincense looming in the air, arousing her senses. Warm flesh pressed against her curled fists, and soft breathing tickled her face. My Lord…is that you? Should I wake, only to find this another dream…no…I want to stay asleep in this dream for as long as possible!”

Rin's hands uncurled, and lay flat against the warm, beating chest. A fire hummed deep within her, and finally curiosity got to the best of her. She peeked open an eye and saw her Lord there, sleeping peacefully. She brought up her hand and cautiously traced his demonic markings on his sharp cheeks, and on his forehead. Her eyes were now wide and bright with wonder as the light from the moon streaked onto the bed. “This is not a dream…” her breath was stuck in her throat. “…Sesshoumaru how I long to tell you…”

She leaned further forward and kissed the top stripe on his left cheek softly. Then she settled back into her waking position and watched the Great Dog Demon of the West sleep until the early hours of morning.

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Aikou-Akan slammed her fist into the wall from frustration. There were no plans, activities, or celebrations in honor of her arrival? Not even one single meeting with her lord? Nothing, no contact, no gifts, nothing like what she was told would happen to signify her arrival had happened. Now this sun was setting for the third time since her arrival. Her lord had no choice- in order to have the strongest pup they had to conceive tonight, the night of the waxing quarter moon.

She sighed thinking of her lord, crossing her arms in front of her chest angrily. Something about his standoff-ish behavior intrigued her. She wanted to know more, but she was beginning to realize she was not meant to. Sesshoumaru did not strike her as the kind to make an exception if he did not mean to.

Upon getting dressed and her hair styled for the day, a message arrived from her Lord requesting her presence. She smiled and notified her chambermaid to hurry her work. Aikou-Akan soon found herself running through the halls until she came to a guard, and was promptly taken through a dizzying maze of halls, corridors, and secret passageways until they entered a dark, dusty room. It was lit with three mounted sconces, and all of the walls were lined with scrolls and various texts. Any free space on the walls was lined with tapestries of the Dog Demon clan, and there was a balcony with the curtain open. The bare wood floor had two mats, and a small low-lying table. On the table, there was a small bundle of wildflowers lying to the side of their mating contract, which Sesshoumaru had in front of him.

A strange woman came in wearing a white hakama and haori set with a tray of tea. She reached down onto the table and with a snap of her fingers, lit the incense into a slowly smoking plume. She bowed and addressed her lord. “Lord Sesshoumaru, here lies your evening tea.” She back away and stood back, awaiting his command.

Aikou-Akan wondered who this girl was. This couldn't be an ordinary servant girl if she was allowed in her future mate's study at this evening hour. Soon her question was answered. “My mate-to-be, I request that you make this Rin-chan's acquaintance. Rin shall keep the castle in order for you while I am away. I leave tomorrow morning for a battle. Should I be prevented from returning promptly, I urge you as my mate to raise our child conceived tonight properly until I am back from my journey.”

He signed the parchment, picked up the incense and its holder, and rose from his mat. “Take this incense, and prepare yourself in your chambers. I shall meet you there when it has burnt out. You are dismissed.”

Aikou-Akan bowed and left the room briskly. This whole ordeal was cold, and not at all what she expected it to be. There was no romance in this. Oh well. She wouldn't mind the actual consummation.

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The air hung thick and heavy with silence that a knife could cut through. The only thing both of them could here was Rin's pounding heartbeat. “Rin.”

“Sesshoumaru?”

“What is on your mind?”

“I have something for you, my lord”

“I have something for you too, Rin-chan.”

Rin's chest trembled as her brought her shaking hand up to the front tie for her hakama, pulling the small sash and watching it slide down her legs onto the floor. Next, she brought both of her hands to her shoulders to part the haori and kept her eyes on his as it slid off her shoulders. Sesshoumaru gasped as he realized what she was doing. His reaction startled her, but she did not want to cry, for her lord would think her weak. His eyes remained on hers, not moving once to view her nude form. One would think by first glance that the lord did not even notice the change, yet his clenched fist shook ever so slightly.

“Sesshoumaru, I know you have too much honor to have a ningen like me. -Or to have anyone other than your mate. But you are allowed to look, right? Just this once?” Unable to stop himself, his eyes trailed her soft, lithe body…her small yet youthful bosom, long waist, curvy hips and long, endless legs. He saw her bright eyes, heard her heart's racing, and smelled her arousal. He saw all of this, but he also saw her pain, and closed his eyes with bitterness.

“Rin-chan, I will not have you as a whore. You do not deserve such a degrading title. Instead, I have other things in mind for you. I have one item left of my mothers. I give it to you.”

Rin gasped, bewildered, watched as he reached into his kimono and drew out a necklace made of sparkling beads of jade with a large oval pendant. The pendant itself shimmered from within, and looked similar to a combination of aquamarine and opal. “Whenever you need me, throw it into the sky, and I shall come. It will return to you when I am on my way.” He reached out to her and cautiously brought the necklace on over her head. Her entire nude body glowed, and a warm breeze flew into from the window. “Are you sure? Shouldn't your mate receive such a gift?”

Sesshoumaru scoffed, “Aikou-Akan is a demon, Rin. If Naraku attacks anyone it would be you, since you are weaker than her, and he knows you travel with me.” Sesshoumaru sniffed the air, noticed the fragmented air was weakening. It was time. “Rin-chan, I must leave.”

Rin feel onto her knees before him and felt the tears betray her. They slipped down her cheeks and onto the floor. “Sess…hou….maru!” She brought her shaking hand forward and clutched his white hakama and kissed the fabric. “Sesshoumaru, you asked me whether I would eventually choose to marry or stay here. I choose to marry.”

Sesshoumaru looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. “Rin, explain?”

“I choose to marry. Not to marry a human, but dedicate myself to serving you all of my life. This Rin gives you her life into your hands.”

Sesshoumaru cursed under his breath. He could not coddle her any longer. He simply could not. This was too much, and what must be done, must be done before this went any further. He simply replied, “Rin, I must take my leave.”

Rin heard his footsteps get lighter and lighter as he walked away, and the door whisper shut. The gates flooded, and her tears came crashing into the floor where and sat, still nude and illuminated by the weak light of the quarter moon.

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It was animalistic, and not loving. There was scratching, hissing, biting and slashing. Their efforts were demonic, almost sadistic. They made a slapping sound each time they pounded together, their skin was slick with warmth. They grunted, and moaned at each wave of heat. She was on all fours with her bottom high in the air, and he shoved into her from behind, his arm gripping her left hipbone. After several moments, Sesshoumaru's eyes glowed red with tension and he shoved in one last time, howling loudly of his release. The woman shivered at the delicious sound and followed with a shriek of pleasure.

The knot wound down, and they both came to a stop. Sesshoumaru drew back, his eyes returning to their normal color. “We are now mated. I expect you to fulfill your duty as I have described to you, as I intend to do mine.” With that, he left the room. The walk from his new mate's chamber's to his quarter was long and heavy.

The path smelled of the many tears.

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Yup, a fresh installment. After a long time, too. It's been a very rough couple of months for me. There were two different directions I could've gone with this story, and I have finally decided. So now that I know which way to go, this story is now back. Let me explain what I have decided.

Eight months ago today, I was the victim of a violent attack. The path to recovery has been long and tedious, and I still have a ways to go. But one of the most disturbing things is the amount of times even girls I KNOW have been a victim of this person. None of them spoke up, wrote a witness statement, police report, or pressed charges. I am the only one.

Henceforth, this fiction is dedicated to the many women who had the courage to stand up to their worst nightmares to matter how difficult it may be.