InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Forest That Bore His Name ❯ Chapter Two - Lost Childhood ( Chapter 2 )

~~Chapter Two~~

Lost Childhood

Inuyasha opened his eyes and was awake. There was no gradual ascension from the bliss of sleep. No--there was merely the abrupt jump from unconsciousness to wakefulness, senses alert for danger; and at that moment they were screaming that he was very much in peril.

But then --- when was he not.

Every time he'd wake his instincts would scream their shrill cries to escape, to flee---and every time he simply pushed it aside, pushed it down. It didn't matter, that simple knowing didn't stop anything from happening and acknowledging those warnings, the clambering alarm bells in his head would only cause him more problems.

It simply wasn't worth it.

He had no one else, no one but this youkai, his father---the one that tortured and terrified him. Inuyasha felt depression settle on him; his father was right. He had only found his place through the value others placed on him. He could only see his own worth through the eyes of strangers. Strangers who looked down at him for the love a youkai had shown a human. Or innumerous faces that sought him out to sate their own desires, desires he saw mirrored in the eyes of his father.

Inuyasha's let his eyes roam up to the youkai above him, trying to get a read on him, to see if that look once more swam in those depths---but his father's eyes were turned away from him, focused on the screen, the flashes of picture dancing across his face and giving his skin an eerie glow.

Inuyasha's head still rested in his father's lap, the blanket that had been folded at the end of the bed, had been pulled up to cover most of his body. He noticed the scent of fresh outdoors and thought briefly upon where it could be coming from. He could hear the rapid clicking of keys off to his left and figured his father was likely working on his laptop---set up on the bedside table. The shower had just been an entertainment for him before he had to get back to work.

He glanced at the clock, noting it was just after eight; giving him less than four hours until the function planned for tonight; a minor celebration of his father's new arrangements and mainly an excuse for a bragging exposition. He hoped he wouldn't have to attend, but didn't count on such a reprieve. He father liked to show him off to others, for what reason he was never quite sure. Perhaps only wishing to show his clear ownership of him.

The party also meant that his father would likely not be sleeping tonight, far too preoccupied with the planned festivities and the business usually conducted afterwards. It didn't much matter, his father's youkai nature saw to it that sleep was only a very minor inconvenience; only mattering to him so far as in the fact that his father would want him there the whole time. His own erratic sleep pattern was mainly dictated by his father and his tainted blood's demand for more sleep than that of a pure youkai.

His mind drifted back to the current problem of his uncomfortable position. His arms, which were loosely looped around his father's waist, had become numb from the odd angle. He wasn't pretending to still be asleep; that would have been pointless. His father would have heard the tell tale change in his breathing. He simply didn't want his movements to direct his father's attention to him nor break his concentration.

He began to slowly flex his muscles, shifting his arms as little as possible to restore normal blood flow. His efforts at discretion weren't enough; his father gave him a quick, hard glance; a clear order to cease his restless movements.

Inuyasha immediately froze again, focusing his attention on his father's face. For several minutes his father chose to ignore him, but, eventually a slow satisfied smile crawled across that face.

The face turned down towards him, focusing that inconstant temperament solely on him. But the smile remained; Inuyasha was usually safe as long as his father was pleased. The clawed hand rose again, resuming it slow strokes thorough his hair.

“You have been doing very well since our relocation. It seems taking you away from those distractions was what you needed.” Distractions? What could his father be talking about?

Doesn't matter, he scolded himself. Pay attention.

“You can make yourself more comfortable---until I'm finished with this.” His attention returned to the laptop and Inuyasha held back his sigh of relief. For now he was fine, his father's work would keep him distracted for a while longer. He wouldn't think on what was to come after.

He shifted his muscles to work out the stiffness, careful not to leave his position; before tightening his grip around his father's waist, nuzzling his head into his lap and being rewarded with a contented sigh.

Inuaysha had never quite understood why---but it had always pleased his father when he performed these mimicries of affection; as if these motions conveyed that Inuyasha would have chosen this life for himself. He finished resettling himself, having adjusted his head so that he could now see the large screen, his ears lifting to catch the somber tones of the newscaster.

Inuyasha had never been much for book studies. It wasn't that he was stupid; quite the contrary actually it's just that he preferred to learn sports and combat, instead of poetry and math. But ever since his arrival into this life; studying had been one of the few privileges that remained to him. Allowed to exercise only occasionally when his father wasn't home or didn't want him right on hand; but strictly forbidden from practicing the moves, stances, kata that swam around his head and so reminded him of the other life not lived.

The generosity that afforded him his albeit limited studies, was another aspect of this life that Inuyasha had yet to work out. From his reading in history he had quickly deduced that his current position was very much like that of a slave from centuries past, though his particular life's road had never been spelled out in any texts. He'd also discovered that slaves were forbidden any type of education, death often a punishment for those with the audacity to simply learn how to read.

It left Inuyasha bewildered.

What's my role?---My place? But these questions always remained unanswered. The only role he could discern was what his father chose for him. He was to be whatever his father demanded and his only hope was to make this life a little less painful.

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The screen in front of Naraku blurred, his eyes losing focus, as the boy nuzzled his face into his lap, causing the banked embers of his lust to stir. Naraku sighed his pleasure, before ascertaining his control once more and refocusing his attention. He continued his perusal of the documents in front of him. One hand still stroking through that silver waterfall, luxuriating over the clean texture, before occasionally switching to glide down his back, over those scars; itching to finish what had been started.

He suppressed the urge, continuing on with his work. He would get his chance later tonight, after this work was done and before his fête.

He frowned slightly. It was a shame that Inuyasha would be unable to attend; Naraku had always enjoyed showing of his hanyou.

He waved it off, the cruel smile returning. It didn't matter, soon enough he could again enjoy displaying Inuyasha to enemies and allies alike; but he would no longer have to worry about over eager guests.

The smirk widened at that thought; contemplating on how he had thrown the boy with his increasingly possessive behavior; but his wariness only served Naraku's ends, as the boy tried to anticipate and please him even more. His training of the boy was coming to fruition; but others were trying to redirect his efforts and incidents involving the hanyou had begun to become more frequent. Naraku clearly remembered what had been the tipping point.

He mingled among the guests that were assembled in the main room of his downtown penthouse. Inuyasha had requested a short bathroom break so was currently gone from his side. Usually at such events he displayed Inuyasha to the assembled simply by keeping him by his side, basking in the jealous glares and covetous glances; he had already showed off his prize to most and felt it nothing to give him this token request. It also helped drive home a point, not only to the gathered but to the hanyou himself; he was to do nothing unless given his explicit leave.

Naraku glanced around at some of the assembled, noting the politicians among them, reminded briefly of the laws that protected his right to do what he would with the hanyou.

Hanyou who weren't cared for by relatives were put into the adoption system, and given out to the first who would take them; no questions asked. And as long as the hanyou was over a century; the system turned a blind eye to anything. It was a common practice for people wishing a servant; and since slavery had been outlawed many centuries ago, it was the easiest route. Politicians and their constituents just wanted to know that hanyou weren't burdening the system.

And hanyou feared that system more than any other instituition.

Currently, however, he was not speaking of such pleasantries; instead he was talking with a young CEO, about a possible deal. He wasn't employing much of his skill with this particular prey since he was turning out to be tediously easy to manipulate, but that made it all the better for him. While the young upstart was not much, his connections could prove useful.

Still, Naraku was becoming bored with the conversation. He glanced at the hallway the boy had disappeared down. Inuyasha had been gone longer than was necessary and Naraku was beginning to get annoyed. Sealing his plans with the CEO, he wrapped up the conversation and turned down the hallway to seek out Inuyasha. He was going to punish the hanyou for delaying in his return; no doubt dallying with something or other.

Naraku slowed his steps as he approached the corner that led to the dead end hallway, where the bathroom was located; hearing a scuffle just beyond his range of sight. It was accompanied by the deep thud of something being thrown into the far wall.

He came around the corner and stopped, irritated at the scene before him.

Hiten, a guest from the gala, had Inuyasha pinned to the wall. A leg clad in black dress pants, was trying to force itself between the hanyou's legs. Hiten's long black braid swung over his royal blue dress shirt as his head moved down the boy's exposed neck. One hand was over their heads pinning both Inuyasha's to the wall; with claws buried in the stone, creating a makeshift manacle. His other hand was busy making its way through Inuyasha's shredded dress shirt, claws ripping into skin, trying to force the boy's compliance.

For the boy was struggling. He squirmed away from the touches and he head was turned to avoid those questing lips, eyes squeezed shut. For all that he struggled, he never pleaded nor did he attack; he was following Naraku's orders, to never attack a guest, but he wasn't encouraging the youkai either.

This was not the first time he had come upon such a scene, but its occurrence was becoming more and more frequent; and more and more annoying.

Naraku began to approach the two, intent on ending this tryst; and the moment he moved forward, his scent must have reached the hanyou's sensitive nose. His head snapped around eyes focusing in on him before his gaze dropped, his body going slack in submission and a slight shake overtaking his frame, fear replacing the embarrassed anger. The boy believed he was going to be punished. Naraku smirked, he wasn't mad at the hanyou, he was in fact very pleased. Inuyasha had showed his submission to him instantly and had been obeying his rules even while out of sight. He would finish with the youkai brat then would set about reclaiming Inuyasha the way he saw fit.

Naraku reached forward, grabbing that mass of braid; using it to yank the youkai from his hanyou and chuck him down the hall. The youkai tried to hold on to its prey; claws digging and ripping through Inuyasha's flesh before he lost his hold. He barely caught himself in order to land on his feet, snarling at the interruption.

Naraku turned towards the affronted youkai, who quickly changed his tune; before glancing back at Inuaysha. The hanyou had slid to the floor; several wounds, including the ones made when the youkai had tried to hold on, seeped blood. Naraku could practically taste the delicious aroma. He turned back to the brat, anger mixing with annoyance.

He was becoming fed up of warding off overstepping guests. He needed to remedy this situation and make it clear who owned the hanyou.

Plans began forming in his head; his mountain estate outside the city had recently been completed and it was much more suited to his tastes then his current penthouse. He would arrange their relocation and finish what he had started.

“Inuyasha,” Immediately the boys focus, which had been on his wounds, snapped to him. “Go to my room and await orders there. Do nothing else.”

The boy quickly stood, head bowed, “Hai Otou-san,” before he darted past the other youkai and disappeared.

Naraku looked down at the hanyou, now docile in his lap and congratulated himself once more on his success. Inuyasha didn't realize how much his conditioning had changed him; but Naraku could see it plainly. It was there whenever guests directed their focus onto him, instead of grasping at the attention; he now shied away from it, deferring to Naraku for answers. And that was exactly how he wanted it.

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Stillness had settled over the room; filled only with the news caster's grim tones and the clicking of the keys from the laptop. Eventually he heard the sounds of his father's typing cease and the computer closed on standby. Inuyasha shifted in his lap once more, so his eye was again trained on the face above him.

His father stared down at him a moment before leaning back on his hands, stretching the long line of his chest. Inuyasha licked suddenly dry lips. He knew what his father wanted; he wanted him to guess, to anticipate his wants.

Inuyasha rose slowly to all fours careful to keep his head slightly lowered, his back slightly bowed. He glanced up at his father's face, seeing the smirk that played on his lips and Inuyasha knew what he wanted. And this knowing was one of the worst things; this knowledge that should only exist between lovers and that only Inuyasha had.

He moved forward till their chests were pressed together, placing an open mouthed kiss on his father's jaw. His lips moved along the natural curves in his father's skin; trailing down the long line of his throat, licking and sucking, careful not to let his fangs be felt. Inuyasha's senses were on high alert; keenly aware of his father's reactions, trying to gauge his own performance.

Slowly he moved lower, using his fangs to gently graze his collarbone, the only place it was allowed. Completing his father's pleasure there, he again shifted lower taking the first perk nub into his mouth; feeling his father grind their hips together in instinctual thrusts, the hardness there grinding at his opening, as his father moaned out his pleasure. Inuyasha switched to the other, placing more open mouthed kisses between the two; while one of his hands rose to the waistband of the pants. He lifted himself slightly, his mouth never leaving skin while he shifted backwards; working the pants down, his mouth following, until he came to his father's throbbing shaft.

Inuyasha swallowed the nausea that rose up his throat as he lowered himself and took one sac into his mouth; his father's reaction was instant, hips jerking forward. Inuyasha went with the movement, his tongue curling around while he pulled very slightly. He let the testicle drop from his mouth and just as with the nipples moved across to give its partner the same treatment.

His ears were flattened to his head in order to block out the crude and cruel words that were directed between moans and gasps, but it didn't always work and some still reached him. “Your mouth is so sweet, it was made for this. You were made for this.”

Inuyasha squeezed his eyes shut, stopping any tears that might have fallen in his shame. He wrapped his mouth around this father's erection, successfully stifling those words. Those hips thrust forward again, driving that shaft down his throat, but he didn't gag. He had been ready for it. He continued working his mouth over the shaft, swirling his tongue around it, his lips met the base every time his father thrust forward. Inuyasha lost his rhythm as his father's thrusts became more urgent; merely trying to continue with his ministrations. He felt the body beneath him go as stiff as the shaft in his mouth, the thrusts coming even harder; until it swelled, slamming down his throat a few more times before the semen burst forth. Inuyasha swallowed down every last drop, licking his tongue over the entire length; making sure it was clean.

Once done he drew back, kneeling back on his heels between his father's legs. The youkai sat up once more, sexual ki still vibrating off his skin. Inuyasha waited, his composure calm and submissive, gaze lowered and ears fattened. His mind sighed dejectedly, Father isn't satiated yet. The youkai drew his legs from around him, before rising up on all fours.

Inuyasha lowered himself down, arms bowed beneath him. I'd hoped that would have been enough. Inuyasha didn't feel up to any more. His stomach was still trying to reject the seed he had swallowed.

His father circled him, making Inuyasha feel distinctly like prey, before molding his body over his. Inuyasha glanced to the side and nearly screamed in terror. A tentacle was revealing itself from his father's side, slowly descending and reaching around between his hips and the bed. Inuyasha immediately pressed his hips upwards presenting himself to his father's quickly rehardening erection.

Inuyasha whimpered; he was terrified. He had no idea what to expect when his father used his tentacles, but it generally promised a lot of pain. The tentacle wrapped tighter, until the demon's cock was pushing into his entrance and his ass was molded to his father's front. Inuyasha tried to stop the shakes that were quickly stealing his control. He kept his face pressed into his crossed arms but froze completely when he felt five claws position themselves at the top of each scar.

Oh…Oh gods no!

His mind recoiled. It made sense now, his father's worsening possessiveness, the move and the increasing attention to his mark; his father was going to change it from a simple scar upon his skin to a true mark of possession. A cry of fear and impending pain escaped him before he could suppress it and tears pricked at his eyes as he felt something he had harbored for so long, die.

He had never realized that he had held out some small hope of escaping this life, that when he was old enough Naraku would grow tired of him and let him leave. No, he hadn't realized that such foolishness still lived in him; until he felt it die in him.

Those claws began their slow drag through his skin, as his father thrust forward, burying deep. The scent of his own blood reached his nose, the same time the sickening sound of tearing flesh reached his ears; present as always. Inuyasha bit his lip as hard as he could trying to stop his cries, but as the claws continued to break open the scars, one of the most sensitive parts of his body and the thrusts took up their hard rhythm, he couldn't stop himself.

His cries joined the disharmony of their rutting; only encouraging the hard rhythm. And Inuyasha never moved from where he had been placed; he never fought what he knew was to come. He didn't have anything else and he wasn't strong enough to fight against his father.

Finally the claws reached the opposite lower edge of his back, before retracting. Tremors were literally wracking his frame while he waited, causing his teeth to gnash in between his cries and the thrusts inside him that never ceased. The tentacle unwrapped itself from around his waist and slithered over his back. He felt it as his father pressed his claws into his own tentacle; against his back and released the purest form of his shouki.

It oozed out, a sickening smell pouring from it, as it crawled along his skin until it reached the first scar.

The pain was unbelievable; it blocked out everything else and for a moment Inuyasha thought his body wouldn't take it, that it had reached it limits and was about to give up.

But his heart kept beating and the tentacle kept moving covering every inch of every scar with that oozing fire, the smell of the mixture, sharp and cloying.

The fear and pain were taking its toll on him; making his nausea worse and draining him of his energy. But he vowed to himself that he wasn't going to be sick, trying to push it out of his mind. He turned his head weakly to the side, watching as his father pierced his own hand with those horrible claws before spreading the blood on his palm all along the scars.

To Inuyasha it felt as if he was adding liquid ice to the burning poison, the hard cold driving needles into his spine. The two pains collided and amplified each other and Inuyasha screamed his desperation for the pain to end.

He didn't understand how he was still conscious, his body had never remained aware through such agony; his body's failsafe system against pain wasn't working and his mind was paying the price.

It was so agonizing he didn't even notice when his father released inside of him and the monster's youki sealed over the open scars, keeping that toxic mix inside him until his body absorbed it all and his skin could heal over. He promptly collapsed when he was released, trying to calm his body, while his mind screamed at him.

His father remained over him composing himself, and recovering from his `play.' Inuyasha didn't care; just as long as he was done. The pain still raced through his back, and he didn't want to face the prospect of another such session with his wounds and his new inability to black out. His brain could now partially work and he assumed that the toxins within him were what was preventing his escape.

The thought of suicide flitted through his mind. Of putting a true end to this pain. But he wiped it away just like all the other times it had popped into his head. He always remembered the words from his past life, that suicide was a truest act of cowardice. What little courage he mustered everyday was used simply to live that day and not think about tomorrow.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to will his body asleep and finding it impossible to do. He felt a warm tongue start its slow glide along his back, laving up the blood that coated it, and strengthening the youki seal. Please let this be it. The shaking hadn't subsided at all; his instincts screaming at him to run, but he couldn't. It wasn't only a matter of his punishment if he tried, but the simple fact that he didn't have the physical power to even sit up much less run.

He decided that the best thing to do was concentrate on pulling oxygen in, retracting his senses as best he could to numb the pain. The hands on either side of him moved, shifting underneath him to pull him up and back. Inuyasha slumped in his hold, unresisting as they slid off the bed.

He did notice the odd set up that he was placed on; multiple towels had been placed on one of the kneeling pillows, covering the immediate area. His father placed him on the covered pillow, but his knees promptly slid to either side; and the moment his father's arms disappeared he slumped onto the table.

He was absolutely terrified, what was going on?! The scar was already finished. The tremors that had died from his exhaustion came back with his spiking fear. He heard the wood groan under his father's added weight, his voice ruffling his ears.

“You did very well.” He crooned. “Now there is just one more thing to be done and then you can rest. I will be occupied for the next couple days, you will be ready for me then.”

Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. “H…” He cleared his throat that was raw from screaming. “H---Hai, Otou-san.”

Maybe those few days of rest would make this worth it. The weight hovering over him left abruptly, giving Inuyasha a slight reprieve as a blue porcelain jar appeared next to his side, emanating a strong medicinal smell, making him apprehensive as to what it could be for. His father dipped his hand into the jar, coming out with a generous glob of some softly glowing gel, his hand quickly disappearing from view; before he felt it settle at the base of his spine, cool on his skin.

And then agony exploded throughout his body.

He screamed as claws ripped into skin, tearing through flesh to wrap around his tail; the one hidden inside his body. It was drawn and uncoiled from its resting place; moist pops resounding through his body. Feeling every tug and pull, nerves screaming as the end of his spine was dragged from his body. His mind could hold no thoughts, unable to even grasp what such horrible pain foretold.

And finally not even the shouki could support him. Sounds, senses and most importantly the pain faded and he never felt the impact as his head hit the table, his mind lost to darkness.

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Naraku continued extracting the blood and fluid soaked tail, slightly disappointed that those delicious cries had stopped.

He took another scoop from the jar, soaking the appendage and surrounding area, the concoction aiding the repair of the muscles and nerves; preventing further scarring from the shouki that was still flooding the hanyou's system.

It also catalyzed the end of the spell that he had forced into early activation; the manifestation of the body's signal for the end of maturation.

In his hanyou's case it would have been the emergence of his tail. But by extracting it early and using the youki infused herbal gel to finish the development of the tail; Naraku had frozen the body's growth into this form.

He watched as the silken fur, streamed throught his fingers, slick with the odd mix. Naraku had planned this all out. From the moment when Inuyasha first came into his `care', he'd consulted specialists in order to have everything ready and choose his time carefully; waiting until Inuyasha had reached his full height but not allowing his features to gain the hardness that came with maturity.

He stood up, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, as he watched his blood and shouki mix with Inuyasha's blood through the translucent shimmer of his youki, before turning to the bathroom. He needed to shower and get ready for the party. Once his business was completed he would have all the time he wanted with his hanyou.

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A/N: Thanks for everyone's reviews and I am working on the next chapter. I never planned on this being a one-shot. It's going to be a full-length story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and company.