InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Inutaisho Legacy ❯ BANZAI! Musings and Deliberations. ( Chapter 15 )

Here we are, another chapter! This chapter has more of the exposition variety, instead of the major action variety. I hope you stick with us this time around. What happens when two Inu half brothers drink? Read on.

 

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“The Inutaisho Legacy” chapter fifteen

BANZAI! Musings and Deliberations

 

He had intended it to end with one drink. One drink, maybe two drinks. Two drinks had turned easily to three, then three to five and then Inuyasha had run out of fingers to count on as his head swam with a fine buzz that heightened his hearing annoyingly.

Of all things he could think to how his life would be, he wouldn't have seen himself mated, with a fine robust son who demanded his attention because he loved him, nor his Lord of a brother accepting him to his ancestral home because of his own mate.

 

Drinking and singing with said brother was something else he did not intend at all ever in his life. But there you had it. Inuyasha had his haori untucked and open so he could sweat freely, the liquid heavy on his tongue and pounding in his head and through his blood. Sesshomaru regarded him with half-slit lazy eyes and his lips almost parted up into a smile.

Inuyasha snickered at the sight, and poured his brother another round. Sesshomaru gracefully accepted and sipped deeply, his movements still flawless.

 

Inuyasha waved one arm, his wide sleeve flying as he sang again loudly, and leaned back on one elbow. “Hey, whas ya doin', Sessh, ya know ya hafta sing too!” His words were slurred, but understand him his brother did and Sesshomaru shook his head, downing the cup. His thick neck darted with the liquid going down and he came back from it, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

 

“We intended to discuss our plans for attack, brother,” Sesshomaru tried to get back on topic. Inuyasha chortled, on his back, sloshing the rest of his cup into his haori and bare flesh.

“Keheheh! Come on, brother, you outta relax! Your guards were hand picked to be the….the…. the mos' VALUABLE of your guards….” Inuyasha hiccupped and looked up at the ceiling. It wavered before him. Inuyasha giggled up at it.

 

“Must this Sessh….Sesshomaru remind you….brother….” Sesshomaru cleared his throat and Jaken leaped forward to pour this time, humbly on his knees as his Lord let him supply the drink. He drank smoothly. The cup empty, he extended his long striped arm to his retainer. Jaken scrambled to refill. “Must this Sesshomaru REMIND you, brother…. That it was your own son they came for?”

 

Inuyasha growled in his throat, and sprang to sit up, as if sitting on a spring coil. “They ain't gonna get im! When they laid im in mah arms….when Kagome had him…..” Tears suddenly filled the hanyou's eyes. “He's my PUP! No one aint' gonna take im!”

Sesshomaru nodded, his eyes softening slowly.

 

“No one will, brother, this Sesshomaru will see to that…. My Lady Kagome, is something wrong?” Sesshomaru asked. Inuyasha wiped his wet eyes and blurrily watched his wife sway closer. No wait, that was the room. Why did he drink so much?

 

Kagome looked frazzled and stressed, her hair tangled and her lithe form garbed in a sleeping robe. Inutaro curled over in her arms, screeching and howling. His lone tooth gleamed, indicating the subject of his discomfort. He was dressed for bed, in a pajama set with palm trees sown on the belly, and his short white hair streaked with gray was tousled as if he had been rolling around on the floor. Inuyasha's ears stuck straight up at the sheer volume of his son's tantrum, watching his boy's own ears do their own gymnastics. His ears twitched, realizing his wife was asking him something.

 

“Huh, whazzit?” he slurred, his eyes wide and crossed over. Kagome sighed and juggled Inutaro to one shoulder to touch his cheek.

“Love, did you drink too much?” she sighed, trying not to get exasperated. Inuyasha grinned and panted like a puppy.

Inutaro wailed lightly, and waved his arms for his papa.

 

“Ahhhh iz he cryin' cause his teeth? They're sharp, course he's cryin',” Inuyasha said happily. Kagome pressed her son into Inuyasha's arms carefully.

“He tried to bite me earlier. They really are giving him problems,” she said tearfully, exhausted. Inuyasha saw Kagome's wrists, reddened and bite-marked. He sighed mightily and turned to his half-amused elder brother.

 

“Gimme soma that, my boy needs to calm down,” he crooned and juggled Inutaro in the crook of his arm. Inutaro wailed unhappily, but slightly curious to see what his papa had planned. Usually it allowed him to bite his wrists as hard as he wanted when his gums hurt this badly. Kagome watched curiously as well, then voiced outraged concern at what Inuyasha did next. He dipped his pinky finger into a cup of sake, and extended the dripping appendage to their son.

 

“Inuyasha! What are you DOING?” Kagome crossed her arms. Inuyasha laughed and looked up at his mate.

“Don't be mad, but this might work! It's only a taste. It won't hurt him,” he said and offered the finger to his son. Inutaro sniffed hard, his little nose working quickly, then latched onto his finger with an audible chomp.

Inuyasha winced, but otherwise rocked him, patting his back as Inutaro sucked happily, nibbling and tasting for all he was worth.

 

“That is a grand sight,” Sesshomaru intoned. Rin darted around the three guards that flanked the doorway, Kagome and Inutaro's personal retinue of guards, and came to her Lord husband. She knelt before her lord and placed her hands on his knees softly, once, and withdrew her embrace lest the guards see.

“My Lord Sesshomaru, are you well?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern. Sesshomaru smiled lazily just for her, and traced his mate's cheek with one large claw.

 

“This Sesshomaru is just fine. Inuyasha and I were merely sharing a drink to discuss our situation.” Sesshomaru demurred. Inuyasha crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out, imitating his brother. He got away with maybe twenty seconds of this before his brother stopped talking and directed a pointed stare at him.

But not before Kagome could giggle about it, and Rin could cover her mouth with her hands, caught.

 

Sesshomaru directed his gaze at his mate instead, as Inuyasha guffawed. His look clearly stated “I'll make you pay for that in bed later.” Rin blushed seven shades of red.

 

Kagome turned her attention back to her happily suckling son, whose cheeks were tinged pink. “Inuyasha, that's too much! He better not be getting drunk!”

Inutaro flashed his dark eyes over to his mama and grinned around Inuyasha's finger. His gums and tooth carefully clamped around the wrinkled appendage, and drew out long audible sucks.

 

Inuyasha watched his boy, pride fierce in his eyes. “Ah, he's just fine, Kagome! Don't worry bout it.”

Inutaro brought his mouth off of Papa's finger and sighed. His eyes were still bright, but he wasn't as bitey as before. Kagome sighed, ruffling his hair gently.

“He stopped crying,” she said in amazement. Sesshomaru chuckled and held his cup for Jaken to refill. The toad retainer leaped from Rin's side to do so.

 

“This sake is a good vintage. Of course my nephew can tell,” he said with a hint of smugness. Kagome took Inutaro into her arms and kissed his round cheeks.

“Of course, I'm sure….” She rolled her eyes. “You will forgive me if I don't want my son to know the difference or not.”

 

Sesshomaru nodded, his eyes half-slit in laziness. His insolent gaze was the only indication to the amounts of sake he had induced.

“You are forgiven, Lady,” he promised. Kagome sighed.

“I don't want to be forgiven, he is very young,” she said. Inutaro babbled and closed his eyes, curling into Kagome's warmth. Inuyasha played with the hem of her sleeping robe, giggling to himself. Rin blushed and tried not to notice that her brother-in-law was trying to get at Kagome-sama.

 

“Do you…require an escort back to your chambers?” Sesshomaru coughed lightly. Kagome rose with Inutaro in her arms.

“If it please you, Sesshomaru….Inuyasha, get off of my leg!”

 

Inuyasha had been clinging to Kagome's leg with a wide grin on his face, but he let go at a gentle nudge from her. She waited while he climbed unsteadily to his feet.

“I'll eschort ya too, wife,” he slurred, leaning one hand heavily on her shoulder. Kagome let him walk her and their pup back, flanked by three burly youkai.

 

Kagome thanked the guards and slid shut the door. She turned, Inutaro balanced on one hip, towards her husband. Inuyasha, son of the glorious Inutaisho, was sprawled on his back on the mats. Inutaro giggled at him, and fought to be let down. When Kagome set him on his tummy and knees, he sped over towards his father and latched onto his middle with surprising strength. Inuyasha giggled insanely but was helpless to pull his son away. Kagome sighed and spread out the futons for her son and her husband.

 

“You really are drunk, aren't you, love?” Kagome asked idly. Inuyasha grinned as his son drooled all over his bare stomach.

 

“Drunk on you,” he laughed, rubbing his hand over the back of Inutaro's pajamas. The pup growled and rolled all over his papa, latching onto him with hands and gums. “Whoa, what's gotten into him??”

 

“It could be that sake you let him sample,” Kagome suggested, folding her hands as she kneeled down. Inutaro yawned against his papa and stretched out, his eyes fluttering closed.

Inuyasha grinned down his chest at him. “See, it wore him out! Least he's still not cryin'. Did he really give you a hard time, my heart?”

 

“Stop trying to flatter me, love. We can't do much with him with us and the guards outside our door. Sesshomaru handpicked them to be with me, and our son at all times, but sometimes I feel like they put up with too much.”

Inuyasha yawned and scratched his bare belly. “I ain't drunk…not too drunk…come on, Kagome, cmere….”

 

Kagome tucked her sleeping robe tightly around her after she had tucked Inutaro in. “I said, no, Inuyasha. I'm not in the mood when you're this drunk.”

 

One of the guards snickered outside the door. Inuyasha didn't hear him and turned on his side to paw at Kagome's side. He got her robe half-opened before she slapped him.

 

“Ow! Hey, why are you being so mean to me?” Inuyasha pouted. Kagome was inclined to forgive him until he licked her hand. Kagome gasped and jerked her hand away.

“Kagome, I can't sleep. Please, be good to me,” Inuyasha pleaded. Kagome covered her mouth with a hand so he wouldn't see her smile and tried to appear stern.

 

“You're drunk!” she protested. Inuyasha rolled on his back, grinning hopefully.

“I'm not too drunk! I'm a tough hanyou, I can hold my own.”

Kagome sighed with pleasure when Inuyasha took her hand in his and nibbled her fingertips. He planted a gentle kiss on her palm and took her hand to his cheek to nuzzle.

 

“Inuyasha…” she tried to protest. Inuyasha turned his face up and Kagome leaned down to kiss him. He still tasted like sake, but it was a tasty coating in her mouth and against her tongue. Inuyasha was gentle beneath her, allowing her to touch him where she saw fit, and now her hand snaked down his tummy and tugged at his sash.

Inuyasha leaned his head back and sighed as Kagome slid her hand into his hakama and found him hard and ready. He didn't know if his beloved wanted to do crazy things with him if she was mad at him getting drunk, but any touching he was eager for in his inebriated state. So while she stroked him up and down, pressing nibbling kisses across his neck, he lay there and enjoyed it.

 

All too soon she tugged him to completion. Inuyasha cried out hoarsely and spurt against her hand. A stain started to form at the lap of his hakama when Kagome withdrew her hand. She cleaned her hand off on a spare towel and turned back to her prone comatose mate. Inuyasha lay on his back, half covered, his arms spread and snoring.

Kagome giggled and kissed his brow, lying down to rest also.

 

* * * *

 

Rin helped her lord disrobe in the safety of the royal chambers while his mouth was busy against hers. She keened lightly at the skill he still held while intoxicated, and stood on her tiptoes to meet his open mouth while her hands worked to undress him. Sesshomaru smiled warmly, his eyes half-slit with promise as his one hand rubbed Rin's back up and down. He had her sleeping robe open already, and when Rin stepped into his embrace, he shivered at the feel of her nipples ghosting against his upper belly.

 

“My lord…. you didn't drink too much, I trust?” Rin asked softly, her hands pressed high against Sesshomaru's chest. The wide expanse of flesh moved up and down under her palms, dark against his paleness. Sesshomaru cupped her cheek and his eyes glazed with passion and love.

 

“No…. this Sesshomaru is ever ready for you, Rin.” He leaned down and she leaned up. Their mouths opened to each other and soon they were lost to each other, their blood racing together. Rin lay on the bed, her hair spread around her and her thighs pressed together. Sesshomaru ran his hand up and down her curves, and parted her. Rin welcomed her husband between her spread thighs and cradled his hips, her hands moving up and down his back.

Sesshomaru leaned carefully on his elbow and kissed her sweetly. When his stiffness stretched her full, Rin gasped into his mouth and her head tilted back slowly.

 

They clung to each other with a spark of hope for solving the future.

 

* * * *

 

The youkai assembled together. They spoke carefully and conspired together. Finally their last member ambled through the door to join them.

 

“You finally decide to grace us with your presence.”

 

“Our fearless leader has arrived.”

 

“What took you so long, this time?”

 

“Easy, my trusted friends. Someone has to make nice with the Lord of the Western Lands.” Takaharu strode in softly on sandaled feet and knelt opposite everyone.

 

A bull youkai snorted, his nostrils flaring wide. “Speak a little more freely with our Lord, you have made quite a lasting impression on him already.”

 

Others added to this sentiment. Takaharu snorted and gestured for sake. The lesser youkai servants obeyed his command and the alcohol flowed.

 

“The Lord of the Western Lands doesn't have friends. He has allies,” Takaharu smirked and leaned back. When he grinned, his beard pulled on his jaw, making his face look longer than it was. His silver eyes glinted in the lantern light.

 

“Do tell. Well that first attempt was a botch, you can't deny it, Takaharu-san.”

 

“Yes, tell us what we do next. And pray it isn't too easy or a mere underling will tip our hand like the last time.”

 

“Those two had no idea they may have been going to their deaths, did they?”

 

“Good help is so hard to find.”

 

Takaharu laughed. “My friends. Surely you don't doubt a test or too? We must means probe the situation, test each angle. That little toad is more formidable than we had anticipated, and so we know not to go through him.”

 

“So you are unconcerned we lost two willing aides in this test? Takaharu-san, one would think you would do anything to achieve our goal, even throw our own against fire and death.”

 

“We will have the pup at any angle, and we know one is not open to us. I trust we shall persevere?”

 

“Our Lord of the Western Lands has taken leave of his wits. He cannot father an heir and he has named a quarter inu to be as such.”

 

“The pup must be taken.”

 

“He must be stolen. He must be killed. The hanyou as well.”

 

“We'll steal the humans too, they should be welcome sport. They may even put up a rousing struggle.”

 

“Dip into a human female? Pray tell you haven't lost your own wits.”

 

“They have all the right parts, and they should be damaged for their involvement.”

 

“Yes, it shall all go according to plan.”

 

Takaharu smiled, his beard pulling low and sipped from his cup.

 

* * * *

 

Shippou worked hard with Kyoko's mother and sisters to work on the wedding. The preparation and instructions made the kitsune's head spin, but he resolved to see through this human festival. It was what Kyoko knew and what she was from, and her village was expecting it as it was, so he just took all the lessons and cleaned his hut, tidied up his property's garden, watched Kyoko's mother refit her own wedding kimono for her daughter, and helped Hida-san in the rice fields with the other villagers.

 

All the young men were envious or happy for the fox man and he received daily invitations for sake binges. Shippou wanted to grab any spare moment had with his bride-to-be, and politely declined, all the while saying the right words to keep their friendship. He was after all, marrying into their community. Nobody had said a word about his youkai blood, nor asked about how their children would turn out but sometimes Shippou found himself wrapping his fuzzy tail around his thigh to keep it out of view. You couldn't hide the sharpness to the tips of his ears or the long teeth he displayed in a smile or the golden color of his eyes.

That and he could not wear sandals due to the slope of his arched fox feet. They would have to make due with his difference and thus far no one had given him a hard time than when he first joined there to live years ago.

 

Sango and Miroku had been especially helpful. They had come on a few short visits, bringing their children and half of their young hunters in tow and helped the kitsune regain his courage, and his sanity. Kyoko loved them as his secondary family background and Miroku could drink Hida under the table.

 

Shippou stood still as Miroku fitted him with his own wedding kimono, his arms straight out.

“It doesn't fit!” The kitsune complained. Miroku sighed and straightened the wide shoulders to the robe.

“You're just too thin. Hold still, or Sango will come over, and stick you with pins to make this fit.”

 

Shippou's spine went rigid and he held his breath.

 

“Who would have thought you'd be married so soon?” Miroku asked seriously. Shippou smirked.

 

“Who knew you'd fulfill your promise and get a lot of kids? Well, you were warning us I guess…”

 

Miroku glanced at Nozomi, in her sling on his back and smiled. He bounced his back a little to rock her as she dozed and he tightened the sash around Shippou's tummy.

 

“There! You look a respectable farmer,” Miroku informed him. Shippou turned this way and that, incredibly pleased.

 

“You think Kyoko will like it?” he asked. Miroku nodded, putting one arm behind his back to cradle Nozomi's legs.

 

“She will. How many children will you have?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. Nozomi yawned and burrowed against his back.

 

Shippou turned bright red and crossed his arms over his chest. “If she has one soon, Hida-san will think I'm marrying her just for that…”

 

“She ISN'T pregnant, is she?” Miroku asked curiously. So they had proceeded down that way.

 

“I don't think she is,” Shippou smiled softly. “At least, I hope she…”

 

Miroku gripped his shoulder and smiled wisely. “When she does carry your first child, you will feel the most extreme happiness to be found on this earth.”

 

Shippou nodded.

 

 

End for now

 

 

This one was just filler, I'm afraid. Like it? Hate it? Please review!

 

Most sincerely yours, penpaninu 1/30/06