InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ A Forgotten Promise ( Chapter 17 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.19.2006 | Updated On: 01.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.19.2006 | Updated On: 01.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest, but, if you are in this section, you should already know that
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 17: A Forgotten Promise
Ignoring the siren call that was his little brother’s scent, Sesshoumaru continued to walk on. He passed through woods, valleys, streams, mountains and still could not seem to completely get out of range of the scent. It was calling to him. He could feel it in his bones and his youki wanted nothing more than to go answer it.
Noting that night had fallen again while he had walked, purposefully keeping his mind blank, the demon mused, ‘One more day until mating season.’
Deciding he was far enough away from his younger brother to stop although the scent still lingered in his nostrils, he stood on the top of a mountain. The view would have been marvelously picturesque had he been paying attention to it. Unfortunately, his mind was caught up in all the issues he had been trying to force out of it since he had begun his walk.
Now, with his cessation of movement, those thoughts he had been avoiding pushed themselves to the forefront. Despite himself, he was caught up in the old tree demon’s question. Why had he bitten his little brother all those years ago?
At the time, he had blamed it on the sake. But today, he had bitten his brother again in the same fashion. He had not been drunk today. His youki had taken over for a moment, and the next thing he knew, he had bitten his younger brother. ‘But I did not mean to!’ he growled to himself.
He hated it when his youki took control. His blood was incredibly fickle and always seemed to want ridiculous things. But, according to his father and mother, he was supposed to trust his youki to know who his mate was supposed to be.
When his parents were still alive, they had gotten into many arguments on that very subject. Most had happened before he had even gone to see the witch who had made what Sesshoumaru now considered to be a rather vile prediction. He could still remember his parents’ attempts at explaining what they obviously saw to be a very simple issue to their rather emotionless son.
“Did you like the tiger demoness, Sesshoumaru? I thought she was absolutely beautiful. Such wonderful markings. She looked rather powerful, too. Had a very strong youki, you know. You know her father owns quite a few lands in the southern territories. I would think it would be quite a good match. What do you think?”
As a 425-year-old Sesshoumaru listened to his mother talk on and on about the tiger demoness that had just been brought before him yesterday, he ate his food, not showing any interest in the discussion. Noting his mother’s expectant look, he responded, “I do not wish her to be my mate, mother.”
“What’s wrong with this one, Sesshoumaru?” came the weary voice of his father. Sesshoumaru had thus far outright rejected every single demoness they had brought before him.
Honestly, Sesshoumaru just thought she was whiny and annoying. Not to mention being a complete idiot. However, he knew his parents would not accept that as an answer. They would say it was ‘unbecoming’ of him. So, instead, he turned to his father and said, “She is a lower level noble. Mating with her would lower my ranking among the youkai nobility.”
“It’s not like we’re asking you to mate with a fucking commoner!” His father roared. “She may not be as high as you, but that is no reason for you to immediately dismiss her!”
“I was not as highly ranked as your father when we mated, but no problems came of that,” Sesshoumaru’s mother reminded him.
Sesshoumaru of course already knew this but he was not about to back down from his position. There was no way he was going to mate with that tiger demoness. “I do not wish to mate below my rank.”
“If you hadn’t turned down mating with every single one of the demonesses that were at your level, that wouldn’t be a problem! What is wrong with you?! Do you intend to die without a mate?!”
Sesshoumaru listened to his father rage with a blank face. He had heard this before. His father just did not understand that he did not want any of the available choices to be his mate. Honestly, he didn’t really see the need for a mate right now. The thought of dying without a mate did not bother him beyond the knowledge that if he died, there would be no one left as an heir.
His mother had once again convinced his father to calm down. After accomplishing this task, she turned her attention to her son. “We just want you to be happy, Sesshoumaru.”
“If you want me to be happy, why do you insist on trying to find me a mate?”
His father replied, “Having a mate will make you happy.”
“I’m happier now than I was before your father and I mated,” continued his mother.
“I do not want to mate with any of the available demonesses that have been brought before me. Is the fact that they are all unacceptable really so difficult to understand?” From Sesshoumaru’s point of view, his parents were acting like idiots on purpose. They just could not seem to get the fact that he did not want a mate through their heads.
“You know what your problem is, son?” asked his father. “You are thinking about this entirely too much.”
“A mate is something you find with your heart, not your intellect,” his mother added. “Haven’t any of the demonesses even slightly interested your heart?”
“What part of my ‘heart’ are they supposed to interest?” he asked, a clear doubt being heard in the word ‘heart’.
His parents exchanged looks. “Perhaps we are going about this the wrong way,” his father said to his mother. Then turning to him, “What about your youki? What has your youki been telling you about these demonesses?”
Looking at his father incredulously, he inquired, “My youki? What does my youki have to do with anything?”
Relief flooded his mother’s face. “Oh, my dear boy, it is all about the youki. Your youki knows exactly who should be your mate. When you are around your intended mate, your youki will make you feel alive and call out for you to be with that demon. Your youki will find your intended mate to be quite irresistible.”
“So, Sesshoumaru, who did your youki like?” his father questioned.
Without changing expression, Sesshoumaru responded, “None of them.”
Disbelief was mirrored on his parent’s faces. “None of them?”
“Not a one.” With that, he decided this meal was done and asked to be excused. His father granted him leave, still looking shell-shocked.
As he was leaving the room, he heard his mother voice one last request, “Sesshoumaru, I want you to promise me that when your youki does tell you who your intended mate is you will listen to it.”
Without turning, he asked, “What if it is someone unacceptable?”
“No one your youki could ever pick could be unacceptable.”
“What if my youki picked a human or a half-demon?”
“Then so be it,” stated his father. “Has there been a human or half-demon that has caught the attention of your youki?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I am just stating reasons why my youki might not always be trusted.
“Around mating season, my youki calls out to all who are powerful enough to interest it. How am I to tell which one it actually wants?” He figured that if he could put enough doubt about the wisdom of following his youki into his parent’s minds they would retract the oath they wished to gain from him.
“The one your youki desires will stand out from all the others. While you may feel a slight draw to many, you will only feel a pull to one. Also, if it is the one your youki has chosen, you will feel the pull to them regardless of the time of year,” his mother explained patiently.
“So if my youki comes upon one whom it believes to be its mate during mating season, I should ignore it?”
He could clearly hear his father growl. “If you are so concerned about that, find this supposed mate and don’t complete the claim on her until after mating season is over.”
Sesshoumaru turned to look back at his father. He had to be kidding. A partial claiming was no small matter especially during mating season. Leaving a demon that was partially mated was almost impossible without the death of the demon that was being left. “Do you realize what a partial claim would entail?”
“Do not think me a fool, child. I am more aware of it than you.”
“Then why do you ask me to do such a thing?”
“Sesshoumaru,” his mother called his attention, “please, just promise to give your youki a chance to find your mate. Promise me that if your youki picks a potential mate for you, you will do your utmost to determine if it is your true mate or not. Please, at least promise me that.”
Seeing that he was not going to able to get out of it, Sesshoumaru had grudgingly promised to at least give his youki’s choice a chance.
With a sigh, Sesshoumaru brought his thoughts back to the present. What would his mother and father think of his youki’s apparent choice in mate? Not only a hanyou, but a male. Knowing his parents, they would most likely only remain skeptical of the choice until they discovered that the male in question could, in fact, give him an heir. Then, they would be all over him to go mate with the boy already.
He was not overly fond of the idea of taking his younger brother as his mate, but he seemed to be his youki’s choice. He had to admit that he had not felt the pull he felt towards his little brother with any other youkai he had ever met. He had always thought it was just a brother thing that his father had somehow put into motion to try and make him accept this half-demon child.
However, remembering his mother’s words, he now saw that he was mistaken. Even that old tree demon had seen what he had not. His youki looked upon his sibling as its intended mate. There was no way out of it. He had made a promise to his mother all those years ago.
Turning decisively back the way he came, he began to follow the scent that was still drifting into his nose. ‘Be ready, little brother, this Sesshoumaru is coming for you.’
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Thanks to all who read and/or review.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest, but, if you are in this section, you should already know that
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
* * * * *
Chapter 17: A Forgotten Promise
Ignoring the siren call that was his little brother’s scent, Sesshoumaru continued to walk on. He passed through woods, valleys, streams, mountains and still could not seem to completely get out of range of the scent. It was calling to him. He could feel it in his bones and his youki wanted nothing more than to go answer it.
Noting that night had fallen again while he had walked, purposefully keeping his mind blank, the demon mused, ‘One more day until mating season.’
Deciding he was far enough away from his younger brother to stop although the scent still lingered in his nostrils, he stood on the top of a mountain. The view would have been marvelously picturesque had he been paying attention to it. Unfortunately, his mind was caught up in all the issues he had been trying to force out of it since he had begun his walk.
Now, with his cessation of movement, those thoughts he had been avoiding pushed themselves to the forefront. Despite himself, he was caught up in the old tree demon’s question. Why had he bitten his little brother all those years ago?
At the time, he had blamed it on the sake. But today, he had bitten his brother again in the same fashion. He had not been drunk today. His youki had taken over for a moment, and the next thing he knew, he had bitten his younger brother. ‘But I did not mean to!’ he growled to himself.
He hated it when his youki took control. His blood was incredibly fickle and always seemed to want ridiculous things. But, according to his father and mother, he was supposed to trust his youki to know who his mate was supposed to be.
When his parents were still alive, they had gotten into many arguments on that very subject. Most had happened before he had even gone to see the witch who had made what Sesshoumaru now considered to be a rather vile prediction. He could still remember his parents’ attempts at explaining what they obviously saw to be a very simple issue to their rather emotionless son.
“Did you like the tiger demoness, Sesshoumaru? I thought she was absolutely beautiful. Such wonderful markings. She looked rather powerful, too. Had a very strong youki, you know. You know her father owns quite a few lands in the southern territories. I would think it would be quite a good match. What do you think?”
As a 425-year-old Sesshoumaru listened to his mother talk on and on about the tiger demoness that had just been brought before him yesterday, he ate his food, not showing any interest in the discussion. Noting his mother’s expectant look, he responded, “I do not wish her to be my mate, mother.”
“What’s wrong with this one, Sesshoumaru?” came the weary voice of his father. Sesshoumaru had thus far outright rejected every single demoness they had brought before him.
Honestly, Sesshoumaru just thought she was whiny and annoying. Not to mention being a complete idiot. However, he knew his parents would not accept that as an answer. They would say it was ‘unbecoming’ of him. So, instead, he turned to his father and said, “She is a lower level noble. Mating with her would lower my ranking among the youkai nobility.”
“It’s not like we’re asking you to mate with a fucking commoner!” His father roared. “She may not be as high as you, but that is no reason for you to immediately dismiss her!”
“I was not as highly ranked as your father when we mated, but no problems came of that,” Sesshoumaru’s mother reminded him.
Sesshoumaru of course already knew this but he was not about to back down from his position. There was no way he was going to mate with that tiger demoness. “I do not wish to mate below my rank.”
“If you hadn’t turned down mating with every single one of the demonesses that were at your level, that wouldn’t be a problem! What is wrong with you?! Do you intend to die without a mate?!”
Sesshoumaru listened to his father rage with a blank face. He had heard this before. His father just did not understand that he did not want any of the available choices to be his mate. Honestly, he didn’t really see the need for a mate right now. The thought of dying without a mate did not bother him beyond the knowledge that if he died, there would be no one left as an heir.
His mother had once again convinced his father to calm down. After accomplishing this task, she turned her attention to her son. “We just want you to be happy, Sesshoumaru.”
“If you want me to be happy, why do you insist on trying to find me a mate?”
His father replied, “Having a mate will make you happy.”
“I’m happier now than I was before your father and I mated,” continued his mother.
“I do not want to mate with any of the available demonesses that have been brought before me. Is the fact that they are all unacceptable really so difficult to understand?” From Sesshoumaru’s point of view, his parents were acting like idiots on purpose. They just could not seem to get the fact that he did not want a mate through their heads.
“You know what your problem is, son?” asked his father. “You are thinking about this entirely too much.”
“A mate is something you find with your heart, not your intellect,” his mother added. “Haven’t any of the demonesses even slightly interested your heart?”
“What part of my ‘heart’ are they supposed to interest?” he asked, a clear doubt being heard in the word ‘heart’.
His parents exchanged looks. “Perhaps we are going about this the wrong way,” his father said to his mother. Then turning to him, “What about your youki? What has your youki been telling you about these demonesses?”
Looking at his father incredulously, he inquired, “My youki? What does my youki have to do with anything?”
Relief flooded his mother’s face. “Oh, my dear boy, it is all about the youki. Your youki knows exactly who should be your mate. When you are around your intended mate, your youki will make you feel alive and call out for you to be with that demon. Your youki will find your intended mate to be quite irresistible.”
“So, Sesshoumaru, who did your youki like?” his father questioned.
Without changing expression, Sesshoumaru responded, “None of them.”
Disbelief was mirrored on his parent’s faces. “None of them?”
“Not a one.” With that, he decided this meal was done and asked to be excused. His father granted him leave, still looking shell-shocked.
As he was leaving the room, he heard his mother voice one last request, “Sesshoumaru, I want you to promise me that when your youki does tell you who your intended mate is you will listen to it.”
Without turning, he asked, “What if it is someone unacceptable?”
“No one your youki could ever pick could be unacceptable.”
“What if my youki picked a human or a half-demon?”
“Then so be it,” stated his father. “Has there been a human or half-demon that has caught the attention of your youki?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I am just stating reasons why my youki might not always be trusted.
“Around mating season, my youki calls out to all who are powerful enough to interest it. How am I to tell which one it actually wants?” He figured that if he could put enough doubt about the wisdom of following his youki into his parent’s minds they would retract the oath they wished to gain from him.
“The one your youki desires will stand out from all the others. While you may feel a slight draw to many, you will only feel a pull to one. Also, if it is the one your youki has chosen, you will feel the pull to them regardless of the time of year,” his mother explained patiently.
“So if my youki comes upon one whom it believes to be its mate during mating season, I should ignore it?”
He could clearly hear his father growl. “If you are so concerned about that, find this supposed mate and don’t complete the claim on her until after mating season is over.”
Sesshoumaru turned to look back at his father. He had to be kidding. A partial claiming was no small matter especially during mating season. Leaving a demon that was partially mated was almost impossible without the death of the demon that was being left. “Do you realize what a partial claim would entail?”
“Do not think me a fool, child. I am more aware of it than you.”
“Then why do you ask me to do such a thing?”
“Sesshoumaru,” his mother called his attention, “please, just promise to give your youki a chance to find your mate. Promise me that if your youki picks a potential mate for you, you will do your utmost to determine if it is your true mate or not. Please, at least promise me that.”
Seeing that he was not going to able to get out of it, Sesshoumaru had grudgingly promised to at least give his youki’s choice a chance.
With a sigh, Sesshoumaru brought his thoughts back to the present. What would his mother and father think of his youki’s apparent choice in mate? Not only a hanyou, but a male. Knowing his parents, they would most likely only remain skeptical of the choice until they discovered that the male in question could, in fact, give him an heir. Then, they would be all over him to go mate with the boy already.
He was not overly fond of the idea of taking his younger brother as his mate, but he seemed to be his youki’s choice. He had to admit that he had not felt the pull he felt towards his little brother with any other youkai he had ever met. He had always thought it was just a brother thing that his father had somehow put into motion to try and make him accept this half-demon child.
However, remembering his mother’s words, he now saw that he was mistaken. Even that old tree demon had seen what he had not. His youki looked upon his sibling as its intended mate. There was no way out of it. He had made a promise to his mother all those years ago.
Turning decisively back the way he came, he began to follow the scent that was still drifting into his nose. ‘Be ready, little brother, this Sesshoumaru is coming for you.’
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Thanks to all who read and/or review.