InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ Back to Square One ( Chapter 9 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 9: Back to Square One
As Sesshoumaru walked along to see Bokusenou for answers, he wondered, once again, why he was concerning himself with that hanyou anyway. All he ever did was cause trouble. From the day of his birth, even before he was born, his little brother had been wreaking havoc on the lives around him. Sesshoumaru could still remember the night Inuyasha was born clearly.
It had been overcast and snowing with a full moon looming in the sky. He was standing on the shore with his father and could smell the increasing scent of his father’s blood on the chill wind as it spilled to the ground. He had tried to convince his father not to go save that human of his and the half-demon baby that was to be born that night.
His father had just finished fighting Ryokotsei and sealing him to the side of a cliff. He had insisted upon doing that on his own and now he was insisting upon doing this on his own as well. Sesshoumaru knew that his father was not fit for another battle, but as had happened more and more often as of late, his father ignored his warnings and once again raced to the aide of that human.
As he watched him leave, Sesshoumaru idly thought that his human and the hanyou would one day be the death of his father. He had had no idea that he would be proven correct on that very night.
After his father had left, Sesshoumaru remained standing there, considering what he knew or thought he knew of his father’s motivations. After his mother had died, Sesshoumaru knew that his father had been quite depressed. He had been in that state for many decades. Nothing had seemed to matter to him anymore, not even his own son.
As the years went by, Sesshoumaru had found himself becoming resigned to the very real possibility that his father was going to die of heartbreak. It had not been an easy time for Sesshoumaru and he had found himself increasingly out on patrol just to get away from the suffocating air that hung around the palace like a cloak.
Although he never showed it, he had resolved during that time to never fall in love with another person. He had seen the hardship it had brought his father and wanted no part of it. Even when he found his mate, he was sure that he would be able to keep her at a safe distance. She might bear him pups, but he would never love her.
After one of his many patrols, he had come home to find his father in good spirits. The dog general was smiling and talking again as he had not since Sesshoumaru’s mother had died. He had wondered if the older youkai had finally lost his mind. From the looks on some of the servants’ faces, they must have been wondering the same thing.
With his mask in place, Sesshoumaru had inquired as to the reason for his father’s apparent new-found happiness. He had been both shocked and appalled when he had learned the cause was a human princess named Izayoi. Evidently, his father had met her during negotiations with one of the daimyos.
Over the next two years, his father wooed the princess while the other youkai nobility looked on in disgust or pity. Many of them shared Sesshoumaru’s opinion that the great dog general had indeed lost his mind. There were whispers in the courts that the death of Sesshoumaru’s mother had finally driven him mad and some were even waiting for him to kill himself.
What few other than Sesshoumaru himself realized, however, was that, in this ‘madness’ of his, the dog general had actually reverted to a level of liveliness that had been missing for almost a century. Sesshoumaru, although he noticed it, did not give any outward indication of this knowledge.
He had thought that he would give anything to get his father out of his depression. He realized he should have been more specific in what he was looking for. As his father grew closer to the human princess, Sesshoumaru found himself purposely not being around the palace more and more. He could not stand to bear witness to the shame that his father was bringing down upon his great name.
It had been on one of his returns from patrolling that he had received the worst news of his life. Not only had his father been having relations with a human, he had gotten her with child. Possibly the worst part of the news was that his father seemed proud, proud to be the father of an abomination. It was beyond Sesshoumaru’s comprehension and he found he could hold his peace no longer.
“Father, have you truly gone mad? How could you get that human with child? Do you have any idea what a disgrace that hanyou will bring to our family?”
His father narrowed his eyes at him. “That ‘hanyou’ as you say will be your little brother or sister. I expect you to treat him or her as such.”
Sesshoumaru scoffed. “You must be joking. Just because your brain has idled, does not mean that mine has as well. I shall never treat that abomination as a sibling.” He knew he had said too much when he found himself pinned to a wall, unable to breathe a moment later.
“You may be my son, Sesshoumaru, but you will not speak of my other child this way. You will have a younger brother or sister this winter whether you wish it or not. If you are unable to keep a civil tongue, perhaps you should not be present when it happens.”
With that, Sesshoumaru was released and fell to the ground. Pulling himself back to standing, he tried to regain his battered pride and began to walk out of the room. Just as he reached the door, he heard his father tell him, “Until you can at least accept the idea of your younger sibling, I do not want to see you again, Sesshoumaru.”
That night, even though he had only just returned that morning, Sesshoumaru left again. This time, he did not come back for months. He traveled the countryside killing demons and humans alike in great numbers. Anyone who even slightly annoyed him, died. However, no matter how many he killed, he still had this incredible anger directed towards his father and none of the killing was taking it away.
One day, he was walking along, still enraged, when he caught his father’s scent in the wind. It was now mid-autumn. He stopped to watch as his father came into the clearing where he was. He could see the disappointment in his father’s eyes. “Sesshoumaru, why have I been hearing reports of massive killings throughout my lands? This is senseless. You shall one day rule these lands, stop this temper tantrum of yours immediately. It is unbecoming of a man of your station.”
All the rage he had at his father came to the forefront of his mind and he attacked. He knew he stood no real chance against his father in a fight, but his cold rationalism had momentarily taken a backseat to the pure rage that was flowing through his veins.
He tried to strike his father with his light whip but his father was much too fast for him. Abandoning that attack, Sesshoumaru willed poison into his claws and drew the sword he often wore when out on patrol and tried to strike his father with the sword in one hand and his poison claws on the other.
With a sigh, his father drew tetsusaiga and pointed it towards Sesshoumaru. “I have had enough of this nonsense. If you still desire a fight, I will strike back this time.”
Knowing that he should heed the warning, but finding himself unable to follow this rational thought, he attacked again. This time, instead of just dodging, his father swung tetsusaiga at him while stepping out of the way. That one swing had managed to do what he had not, draw blood.
Because he had refused to back down when warned to, his father attacked him mercilessly. As he tried to block swing after swing, he found himself losing ground and blood at an alarming rate. Finally, he fell. His father came to stand over him, blocking the sun.
“This is disgraceful, my son. Come back home now. I have waited patiently for you to come to terms with your sibling’s birth. The time when your little brother or sister will greet this world is fast approaching. Your time is up.”
Despite his position on the ground, Sesshoumaru snarled to his father, “I will never accept that thing as my sibling. It should be killed at birth. If you don’t do it, I will.”
At this, his father placed tetsusaiga to his neck. “If you do not cease this childish behavior, I shall kill you right now, Sesshoumaru.”
“So, you would rather have this hanyou as your heir than I?”
“Is that what this is about?” his father asked, putting tetsusaiga back in its sheath. “I have no need to replace you as my heir. This child shall not take your place in the world.” He sighed. “This child, your younger sibling, will not have an easy time in this world. He or she will be half-demon and half-human. There will be no acceptance in either group. Your sibling will spend his or her entire life being shunned by all for something that was not the child’s fault. Do you understand?”
“That is only more reason to kill the baby now.”
“Sesshoumaru, when you have children, you will understand why that is not an option for me. I hope that, in time, you will be appalled that you even suggested killing your baby sibling. For now, I know that the best I can hope is for you to keep your thoughts to yourself. Can I count on you to do that?”
Sesshoumaru thought about it. His father really didn’t ask him for much, but this one thing would be much harder to give him than anything else he could have asked for. With a silent sigh, Sesshoumaru nodded his head in defeat.
That day he had returned to the palace with his father. He still refused to have anything to do with the soon-to-be-born baby or its mother, but he also did not confront his father about it again.
So now he stood, on the beach, watching his father run off towards a child he believed should not even be born. He could feel the sense of waiting on the wind. What it was waiting for he was unsure. As he watched the moon slowly move into eclipse, he could almost feel the earth holding its breath, as if all creation was waiting for an event.
When the lunar eclipse was at its peak, Sesshoumaru could have sworn he heard a baby’s cry and felt a tug on his very soul. He felt as if he was being drawn to something, but remained where he was, casting his senses out to their limits to determine what was calling to him. He could sense nothing around and, dismissing the tug he felt, headed back to the castle. After tonight, much would be changed, he was sure of it.
He had not known it at the time, but that night had in fact seen both the birth of his little brother and the death of his father. Come morning, word had come back to the palace announcing the death of the previous Lord of the Western Lands. He would be placed in charge hours later as the new Lord of the West.
Sesshoumaru mentally shook his head. He had not even met the hanyou until years later but on his first day of life, Inuyasha had already managed to completely destroy his entire life as he had known it. And yet, here he was, looking for answers concerning the well-being of that self-same hanyou. ‘Oh, father, if you could only see me now,’ Sesshoumaru thought while continuing on to the old tree.
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OK, that really wasn’t where I was planning on going with it, but Sesshoumaru started reminiscing and this is where I ended up. Think of it as a back story to the back story. Um, yeah.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading and reviewing.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 9: Back to Square One
As Sesshoumaru walked along to see Bokusenou for answers, he wondered, once again, why he was concerning himself with that hanyou anyway. All he ever did was cause trouble. From the day of his birth, even before he was born, his little brother had been wreaking havoc on the lives around him. Sesshoumaru could still remember the night Inuyasha was born clearly.
It had been overcast and snowing with a full moon looming in the sky. He was standing on the shore with his father and could smell the increasing scent of his father’s blood on the chill wind as it spilled to the ground. He had tried to convince his father not to go save that human of his and the half-demon baby that was to be born that night.
His father had just finished fighting Ryokotsei and sealing him to the side of a cliff. He had insisted upon doing that on his own and now he was insisting upon doing this on his own as well. Sesshoumaru knew that his father was not fit for another battle, but as had happened more and more often as of late, his father ignored his warnings and once again raced to the aide of that human.
As he watched him leave, Sesshoumaru idly thought that his human and the hanyou would one day be the death of his father. He had had no idea that he would be proven correct on that very night.
After his father had left, Sesshoumaru remained standing there, considering what he knew or thought he knew of his father’s motivations. After his mother had died, Sesshoumaru knew that his father had been quite depressed. He had been in that state for many decades. Nothing had seemed to matter to him anymore, not even his own son.
As the years went by, Sesshoumaru had found himself becoming resigned to the very real possibility that his father was going to die of heartbreak. It had not been an easy time for Sesshoumaru and he had found himself increasingly out on patrol just to get away from the suffocating air that hung around the palace like a cloak.
Although he never showed it, he had resolved during that time to never fall in love with another person. He had seen the hardship it had brought his father and wanted no part of it. Even when he found his mate, he was sure that he would be able to keep her at a safe distance. She might bear him pups, but he would never love her.
After one of his many patrols, he had come home to find his father in good spirits. The dog general was smiling and talking again as he had not since Sesshoumaru’s mother had died. He had wondered if the older youkai had finally lost his mind. From the looks on some of the servants’ faces, they must have been wondering the same thing.
With his mask in place, Sesshoumaru had inquired as to the reason for his father’s apparent new-found happiness. He had been both shocked and appalled when he had learned the cause was a human princess named Izayoi. Evidently, his father had met her during negotiations with one of the daimyos.
Over the next two years, his father wooed the princess while the other youkai nobility looked on in disgust or pity. Many of them shared Sesshoumaru’s opinion that the great dog general had indeed lost his mind. There were whispers in the courts that the death of Sesshoumaru’s mother had finally driven him mad and some were even waiting for him to kill himself.
What few other than Sesshoumaru himself realized, however, was that, in this ‘madness’ of his, the dog general had actually reverted to a level of liveliness that had been missing for almost a century. Sesshoumaru, although he noticed it, did not give any outward indication of this knowledge.
He had thought that he would give anything to get his father out of his depression. He realized he should have been more specific in what he was looking for. As his father grew closer to the human princess, Sesshoumaru found himself purposely not being around the palace more and more. He could not stand to bear witness to the shame that his father was bringing down upon his great name.
It had been on one of his returns from patrolling that he had received the worst news of his life. Not only had his father been having relations with a human, he had gotten her with child. Possibly the worst part of the news was that his father seemed proud, proud to be the father of an abomination. It was beyond Sesshoumaru’s comprehension and he found he could hold his peace no longer.
“Father, have you truly gone mad? How could you get that human with child? Do you have any idea what a disgrace that hanyou will bring to our family?”
His father narrowed his eyes at him. “That ‘hanyou’ as you say will be your little brother or sister. I expect you to treat him or her as such.”
Sesshoumaru scoffed. “You must be joking. Just because your brain has idled, does not mean that mine has as well. I shall never treat that abomination as a sibling.” He knew he had said too much when he found himself pinned to a wall, unable to breathe a moment later.
“You may be my son, Sesshoumaru, but you will not speak of my other child this way. You will have a younger brother or sister this winter whether you wish it or not. If you are unable to keep a civil tongue, perhaps you should not be present when it happens.”
With that, Sesshoumaru was released and fell to the ground. Pulling himself back to standing, he tried to regain his battered pride and began to walk out of the room. Just as he reached the door, he heard his father tell him, “Until you can at least accept the idea of your younger sibling, I do not want to see you again, Sesshoumaru.”
That night, even though he had only just returned that morning, Sesshoumaru left again. This time, he did not come back for months. He traveled the countryside killing demons and humans alike in great numbers. Anyone who even slightly annoyed him, died. However, no matter how many he killed, he still had this incredible anger directed towards his father and none of the killing was taking it away.
One day, he was walking along, still enraged, when he caught his father’s scent in the wind. It was now mid-autumn. He stopped to watch as his father came into the clearing where he was. He could see the disappointment in his father’s eyes. “Sesshoumaru, why have I been hearing reports of massive killings throughout my lands? This is senseless. You shall one day rule these lands, stop this temper tantrum of yours immediately. It is unbecoming of a man of your station.”
All the rage he had at his father came to the forefront of his mind and he attacked. He knew he stood no real chance against his father in a fight, but his cold rationalism had momentarily taken a backseat to the pure rage that was flowing through his veins.
He tried to strike his father with his light whip but his father was much too fast for him. Abandoning that attack, Sesshoumaru willed poison into his claws and drew the sword he often wore when out on patrol and tried to strike his father with the sword in one hand and his poison claws on the other.
With a sigh, his father drew tetsusaiga and pointed it towards Sesshoumaru. “I have had enough of this nonsense. If you still desire a fight, I will strike back this time.”
Knowing that he should heed the warning, but finding himself unable to follow this rational thought, he attacked again. This time, instead of just dodging, his father swung tetsusaiga at him while stepping out of the way. That one swing had managed to do what he had not, draw blood.
Because he had refused to back down when warned to, his father attacked him mercilessly. As he tried to block swing after swing, he found himself losing ground and blood at an alarming rate. Finally, he fell. His father came to stand over him, blocking the sun.
“This is disgraceful, my son. Come back home now. I have waited patiently for you to come to terms with your sibling’s birth. The time when your little brother or sister will greet this world is fast approaching. Your time is up.”
Despite his position on the ground, Sesshoumaru snarled to his father, “I will never accept that thing as my sibling. It should be killed at birth. If you don’t do it, I will.”
At this, his father placed tetsusaiga to his neck. “If you do not cease this childish behavior, I shall kill you right now, Sesshoumaru.”
“So, you would rather have this hanyou as your heir than I?”
“Is that what this is about?” his father asked, putting tetsusaiga back in its sheath. “I have no need to replace you as my heir. This child shall not take your place in the world.” He sighed. “This child, your younger sibling, will not have an easy time in this world. He or she will be half-demon and half-human. There will be no acceptance in either group. Your sibling will spend his or her entire life being shunned by all for something that was not the child’s fault. Do you understand?”
“That is only more reason to kill the baby now.”
“Sesshoumaru, when you have children, you will understand why that is not an option for me. I hope that, in time, you will be appalled that you even suggested killing your baby sibling. For now, I know that the best I can hope is for you to keep your thoughts to yourself. Can I count on you to do that?”
Sesshoumaru thought about it. His father really didn’t ask him for much, but this one thing would be much harder to give him than anything else he could have asked for. With a silent sigh, Sesshoumaru nodded his head in defeat.
That day he had returned to the palace with his father. He still refused to have anything to do with the soon-to-be-born baby or its mother, but he also did not confront his father about it again.
So now he stood, on the beach, watching his father run off towards a child he believed should not even be born. He could feel the sense of waiting on the wind. What it was waiting for he was unsure. As he watched the moon slowly move into eclipse, he could almost feel the earth holding its breath, as if all creation was waiting for an event.
When the lunar eclipse was at its peak, Sesshoumaru could have sworn he heard a baby’s cry and felt a tug on his very soul. He felt as if he was being drawn to something, but remained where he was, casting his senses out to their limits to determine what was calling to him. He could sense nothing around and, dismissing the tug he felt, headed back to the castle. After tonight, much would be changed, he was sure of it.
He had not known it at the time, but that night had in fact seen both the birth of his little brother and the death of his father. Come morning, word had come back to the palace announcing the death of the previous Lord of the Western Lands. He would be placed in charge hours later as the new Lord of the West.
Sesshoumaru mentally shook his head. He had not even met the hanyou until years later but on his first day of life, Inuyasha had already managed to completely destroy his entire life as he had known it. And yet, here he was, looking for answers concerning the well-being of that self-same hanyou. ‘Oh, father, if you could only see me now,’ Sesshoumaru thought while continuing on to the old tree.
* * * * *
OK, that really wasn’t where I was planning on going with it, but Sesshoumaru started reminiscing and this is where I ended up. Think of it as a back story to the back story. Um, yeah.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading and reviewing.