InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshoumaru's Mate: A Valentine's Story - ON HOLD ❯ Part 5 - Hide and Go Seek ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: The ownership and general brilliance that is the original Feudal Fairy Tale remains the property of its honored and rightfully revered creator Rumiko Takahashi without whose brilliance ,we would not have fodder.

 

Title: Sesshoumaru's Mate - A Valentine's Story
Author ElegantPaws

Genre: AU

Rating: Mature - Implied sexual content, you have been warned.

Edited by: Meara

Part 5 - Hide and Go Seek

 

Amidst the chaos of frantic calls and the boom of thunder was heard baying.

 

Raiden was lost. Inuyasha's youngest child was out in the freezing cold, defenseless.

 

The irony of the situation was entirely lost on the Hanyou, but not so the drenched Taiyoukai. Raiden's namesake was the ancient god of thunder.

 

“RAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIDDDDEN!” bellowed Inuyasha, before uttering a low call that traveled on the wind accompanied by his brother's to no avail.

 

Sesshoumaru twitched, though the Hanyou was at least three quarters of a mile from him, the terror in his sibling's voice was evident and justified. The tiny boy was his first son and youngest child, not yet equipped to be outdoors by himself. What had possessed Tsuki and Yoshiro, who knew better, to engage the pup in a game of Hide-and-Go-Seek in this inclement weather escaped the Taiyoukai.

 

The Western Lord closed his eyes and breathed out slowly releasing his jyaki in search of the little male's fragile youki.

 

Rapidly approaching feet stopped within inches of the Taiyoukai. Sesshoumaru growled in warning.

 

“Go inside, Yoshiro. We will speak of this when the pup is found. You've dishonored me.”

 

“But, Father…please,” pleaded the Lord's first born son, beginning to cry in frustration and shame. “No! I wish to help find him. He is mine, too. We never meant for this…”

 

“Excuses! Get out of my sight!” snapped the Taiyoukai, whirling to face the chastised boy, the very picture of himself but for those damn ears and the resolute stubbornness of his Mother's eyes, though citrine like his own.

 

Drenched, the young, silver haired male stood his ground, gulping, unsure what would happen next. His father had never struck him. Then again, there was always a first time.

 

Seething with anger at Yoshiro's disobedience and vowing to have another futile chat with his Mate on the subject or rearing their pups, Sesshoumaru turned his back once more, steadying his nerves. He had no intentions of striking him.

 

The call came once more in the distance. Inuyasha was growing tired and desperate.

 

“Go to your, Uncle. I wish to be alone.”

 

“Yes, Father. I-I'm sorry. We will find him.”

 

Sesshoumaru did not answer. He took flight, uncaring that a ningen might see. It was a calculated risk. The 3,000 hectares of forest was private property; his private property. There was little in the way of clearing, the odds of being seen from this end of the estate was unlikely. He would have sensed if any ningen were near.

 

-I-

 

 

 

 

A blubbering, incoherent Jaken greeted the Western Lady at the front door. She was soaked to the skin and shivering.

 

“Jaken, what's wrong?” Kagome asked cautiously, thankful for the towel he handed her. It was damp already with his tears.

 

“My Lady, my Lady, Raiden has gone missing,” wailed the little Kappa in his tiny claws. “The children, Tsuki, certainly not my Yoshiro, has lost the pup in the rain, playing a stupid ningen game. He is sure to freeze. He has a very delicate constitution. Master Sesshoumaru and Lord Inuyasha are searching ….”

 

The sudden rush of cold air from the open front door made Jaken blink as it slammed behind her.

 

“My, Lady?” sniffed the little youkai, before tottering away to scold Tsuki once more for her lack of thought. Lord Sesshoumaru would blame him for this.

 

-I-

 

 

Kagome had never seen Inuyasha more terrified.

 

The Hanyou barely acknowledged her as he slashed through the trees with his claws, his hands covered in blood as the shrubs and low lying bramble took its toll on his flesh. She managed to keep up with him, wondering where in hell Sesshoumaru was in all this. Looking back, she noted Yoshiro was keeping pace nicely with his Uncle and herself, though winded.

 

A little mewl.

 

All stopped, listening intently.

 

“It came from over there,” said Yoshiro with relief. Kagome pressed a finger to her lips.

 

The sound came again, very faint. Inuyasha snarled, as the Miko grasped his hand, willing him to be still, closing her eyes and focusing. Nothing, it was as though there was a barrier around the pup with a tiny window of opportunity to hear him. She did finally sense Sesshoumaru's presence finally as he approached rapidly from the West.

 

“Sesshoumaru is coming.”

 

“Fine, wait for him. I'm gonna find my pup, before he freezes to death.”

 

“Or his mother kills you, whichever comes first,” snapped Kagome. “You're lucky she is out with Satori and Sango, or all of you would be dead meat!” The Priestess stilled, mid lecture, just as Inuyasha was about to defend his parenting skills.

 

“Shhhhhhh!” Yoshiro hissed.

 

The little, plaintive cry came again and just as quickly stopped.

 

“Sesshoumaru, there is a barrier. It feels as though a door opens and closes. I can sense him and then it stops before I can detect where he actually is,” Kagome said moving towards her Mate.

 

“There is magic here, an ancient magic, Kagome.” said the Western Lord quietly as his jyaki rose to the surface. “Yoshiro, go back to the house now, alert Masaru and Kioshi. You are to remain inside with Jaken. Is this understood?”

 

“Yes, Father.” Yoshiro took to his heels. There was a time and place for arguing. This was not it.

 

-I-

 

Raiden exposed little fangs in warning up at ningen reaching for him.

 

“It's okay, little one. I just want to get you out of the cold. I will not hurt you.”

 

The little demon snarled defensively, pulling his body into a tight ball away from the large hands slowly approaching him.

 

Pale Grey-Blue eyes watched as the boy flinched in pain.

 

“Is your ankle hurt? Can I look at it?” asked the ningen quietly, removing his long, leather duster then gently laying it over the little male before raising himself to his full imposing height then retreating a few steps.

 

Guarded golden eyes looked up at him, one little, clawed hand pulling the coat more snuggly about him before grimacing.

 

“How did you get here little guy?”

 

No response.

 

Baying. He heard the call of a wolf, no wolves. Not a good sign.

 

The tall male turned at the dissonant sound that echoed around him.

 

“I'm sorry, Sport, but I need to get us both out of here. They don't sound too friendly and I don't think I want to leave you to be some wolf's snack, so I'm going to pick you up.” said the tall, pale male with an impish smile at his charge.

 

Raiden squirmed in his hold, the wind and rain beat down on them both as the male lopped towards his vehicle.

 

Again the low howl, this time accompanied with a frantic female voice.

 

“RAIDEN!”

 

He stilled, relaxing his grip on the small being in his arms. An answering, piercing mewl came out of the lips of his bundle.

 

A swirl of light and the presence of something rather sharp and pointed at his throat registered with the pale, lanky male who stood his ground, somewhat afraid to move.

 

“Put him down, now!” snarled an angry male with bright red eyes.

 

Gently, he gave the little, wet bundle to the familiar looking female. She was the only friendly face. He was surrounded and from the general feel of the testosterone level around him, he was in grave danger. Pointedly looking at the beautiful, little woman he felt compelled to speak. She seemed so familiar.

 

“I'm sorry, do I know you?”

 

Kagome's eyes widened, as the pieces began to fit.

 

All became clear in a flash. Turning his head cautiously (not wanting his jugular severed) and looked directly into the pale yellow eyes of the aggravated, male youkai next to him.

 

“Mister Taishou?” queried a deeply, accented lilt.

 

Sesshoumaru quirked his sodden head, loosening his grip. `The male is Celtic in origin.'

 

The livid male with the ruby eyes rudely interrupted, yanking him from the other male's grasp. “Never mind him, pervert. What the fuck were you doing with my kid?!”

 

“Inuyasha, let him go…I think he is…” the Western Lady began, holding the trembling Raiden in her arms.

 

“Patrick! You came!” squealed Satori in delight, pushing her Uncle `Yasha away and jumping in her boyfriend's arms.

 

Kagome side stepped her Mate and turned on him giving him `the look' before commenting.

 

“I think our Raiden for one has had enough adventures for one day,” The Priestess said, handing the sodden bundle to his father. “Try not to lose him before we get back to the house, Lord Inubrata.”

 

The Hanyou was too pre-occupied with checking his son for damage to bother with a rebuttal as he loped back to the main house through the freezing rain.

 

Sesshoumaru did not move. He was livid. There before him was his first born, snogging the living daylights out of a ningen male; a ningen male whose presence he did not feel, even now. The Western Lord looked down at his Mate accusingly. Somehow or other this was her fault entirely. He made a mental note to speak of this with her, too.

 

Kagome felt her mating mark tingle unpleasantly, she sighed.

 

“Satori? We should all get out of the rain…”

 

Raising her head with glazed eyes, Satori looked down at her mother dreamily then glanced at her father, immediately jumping out of Patrick's arms. The look on his face did not bode well for Patrick's survival this day. Wiping the pale male's mouth gingerly, removing the offending reminder of lipstick. She took his broad hand and turned on her heels and walked casually back to towards the main house, leaving her parents behind.

 

“Indecent!” snapped Sesshoumaru about to follow, having eyes only for the tall, lean, male who had the utter gall to look back with challenge and a furtive, knowing smirk.

 

A tug on his right arm swiftly brought the Taiyoukai around. “Leave it. We were like that once….still are, Sesshoumaru.”

 

“This Sesshoumaru has never once shown impropriety in his conduct towards his Mate in full view of her clan.”

 

Kagome quirked a brow, “Is that so? I distinctly remember being `walled' by you at my twentieth birthday party, only steps away from Mother and JiJi. Souta, almost caught us. In fact….” the Miko pursed her lips playfully, “I think he did actually, by the flame red of his cheeks at the time.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes took on a feral aspect, his upper lip quirked. “You had been tempting me all evening, woman. Sidling by me with serving dishes, playing hostess in that next to nothing shift passing for a dress,” he said approaching the Priestess.

 

She blushed.

 

“I'd like to point out, Lord Lusty that we are in an open field, but for that tree over there and it is freezing cold and snow is on the ground and I am hungry.”

 

“And?” the Western Lord said dismissively, coiling his body around his Mate, as she shyly smiled up at him, feeling suddenly rather warm in all the right places.

 

“Come to think of it, I've never been `treed', my Lord.”

 

A predatory smile graced the Western Lord's lips as they descended on hers. There would be time enough to rectify the `Patrick' situation. There was a little matter of spreading his Miko's firm thighs about him that required his immediate attention.

 

………

 

 

EP