InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Guess Who's Coming to Dinner II ( Chapter 38 )

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Sesshoumaru was beside himself. Akanesuji laid in the courtyard, her mouth filled with chemical burns and large blisters. She had taken to laying down on her side, her open mouth drooling on the firmly packed soil. Her eyes stayed closed most of the time, her furry body lifeless.

 

Two days had passed and a cold rain had started. No matter how often he commanded her to come inside she wouldn't shrink down to a more reasonable size and get up. He had given up on asking her nicely and had gotten to the point of ordering her, them commanding her, and then getting really shitty with her. The last time he had gone outside to try and reason with her he actually cussed her. He never used foul language. Foul language was for commoners and the social underclass, but today he said the f-word.

 

“Get your fucking ass inside now,” was what he had said, pointing at the building with a clawed finger. She only sighed and closed her eyes to him again. It pissed him off so much he kicked her shoulder before going back inside.

 

Normally he could ignore the dumb or crazy things she did, but this one...this one just irked him to no end. She was being incredibly stupid. No pregnant woman in her right mind would lay out in the rain and tempt pneumonia. He remembered vividly watching Hizumeha pump her lungs so that the fluids would escape and how she coughed and hacked. He did not look forward to doing that again.

 

He sat on the stone step of the porch underneath the overhang. The large double doors leading to the main hallway were wide open and Rin was playing with her farm animal collection some ten feet behind him inside. Little bone animals were scattered all over the floor and she would make all kinds of animal noises, sing them songs, pretend one animal was singing songs to another animal.

 

Then they would have fights and then they would kiss and make up. Then the little bone animals played “house”. There was mommy dog, and daddy dog and little girl dog. Daddy dog was being mean while mommy dog was sick and little girl dog wanted to go play out in the rain but daddy dog wouldn't let her. It was all Sesshoumaru could do not to knock them all over the place, scattering them everywhere. He knew if he did though, she would run off crying to her room and not forgive him for a day or two. That would be just more icing on this already large turd cake he was dealing with.

 

That turd cake was Naraku. How dare he come into this Sesshoumaru's home and try to kidnap and digest his wife and children. The monster had tried to kill Rin once before, but this new assault was over and beyond that. This was much, much more personal.

 

And to top it all off, he had been distracted by that creation of his Kagura. He cursed ever running into her. If he had just killed the snake and come home immediately, this situation with Naraku might never have occurred. He should have been here protecting his wife.

 

And that thought scared him.

 

She had never needed his protection before. Every time she had run off and put herself in harms way she had come away victorious or at least unscathed. He was her only real danger, the monster in her bed at home. All of her scars were ones he had given her and she had always found it in her heart to forgive him. Now she was vulnerable and he didn't like that at all. It made him realize he had to be that awful word “responsible”.

 

Tied down, ball-and-chain, kept at home, on a leash. It didn't matter how it was phrased it was all the same. No more trips out. No more roaming the countryside. No more escapism. He was going to have to stay at home and protect her, at least until Manatsu was old enough to travel.

 

Kami, that would be what? Ten years? Fifteen? Twenty? Sesshoumaru thought he was going to have to kill himself. And just why would he make this sacrifice? Because he loved her.

 

The truth be told, this incident with Naraku was a big wake up call. The thought of his giant wet nosed red and white Akita suddenly disappearing scared the crap out of him. He not only loved her. He needed her. Needed her like the open fields and the sunshine. Freedom meant nothing if he couldn't share it with her.

 

Damn how he hated this emotional side of himself. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he wrapped his arm around his legs and rested his head on top. With his ever classic porcelain face and cold eyes he stared at her, watching her fur soak. The smell of wet dog hounded him.

 

He straightened and looked up when a familiar face came through the courtyard entrance. Hizumeha and his wives were in tow. The horse youkai had on a large brimmed hat that shielded most of the rain and walked before a large coach being drawn by four magnificent stallions, each slick from the rain, their breaths fogging in the chill air. “Akanesuji!” he cried as soon as his eyes laid on her. He was quick to run to her side and lay his head to her rising and falling chest. “What has come over you?”

 

“She was attacked by Naraku,” the inuyoukai called out from the porch. “Her mouth is burnt from their combined poisons and she can't talk. She refuses to come indoors.”

 

Immediately first wife Kuza exited the coach, pulling her kimono layers up and into her obi belts, exposing her long lean legs to the mud. Sesshoumaru noted that she didn't even mind getting her feet dirty as she wore no shoes or socks. Just bare toes in the dirt and grime. Hizumeha saw the blood stains around the large dog's ear and inspected it, then traveled to her mouth as he spoke words Sesshoumaru could not hear to both Kuza and Akanesuji. He was surprised when his wife rolled over, exposing her tummy to the air and allowed Kuza to climb up on top of her. The mare crawled up and laid on top of her, pressing and listening, listening and pressing. Then she said something to Hizumeha, who then turned to him. “Your child refuses to grow small. Akanesuji is stuck being her full size. She likely wants to be indoors, but cannot fit through that door way nor down the hall.”

 

Sesshoumaru felt like a total cad. He had pushed her, yelled at her and even kicked her for something she could not control. Instead of figuring this problem out, he had only left her sit in the rain. “Help me get her to the stables,” he yelled in return.

 

For once he was glad to see her friend, though it pained him to admit it to himself. If there was one thing her servant was useful for it was serving. The two men and the mare helped Akanesuji to her four feet and got her to the stables where she at least could crawl inside. With his sword, Sesshoumaru knocked out part of a wall, creating a larger entrance and cleared out several of the interior posts. It made the roof more unstable, but it would give her a place to lay down. At two stories tall, she would not fit into a simple stall or two.

 

Hizumeha and his mares began taking care of her and it was quiet a relief. Akanesuji was tired, sore and hurting. Worse, she was cold, chilled and frustrated. She wasn't mad at Sesshoumaru for his lack of understanding. She was mad that she couldn't take care of herself and needed the help. If this was what it was like to be pregnant and vulnerable, then she really didn't want to do it for much longer.

 

She was glad when they found a roof she would fit into. She was glad when they took the downed walls and set them on fire to warm her. She was even more glad when Hizumeha changed into his horse form and started licking her gums, healing the blisters with his magical saliva. He seemed so small now, only a few feet taller and bigger than a regular horse, but from her eighteen foot tall point of view, that was little. His tongue, which she had always thought big and fat was now tiny and tickling, giving her little snuck kisses in her mouth as he healed her. Rolling an eye over, she wondered if Sesshoumaru was jealous.

 

She warmed inside knowing that he was. His left eye was twitching and he had that particularly harsh cold stare she had grown to interpret. She was even more assured when he finally opened up his mouth and spilled out the “By the way, what are you doing here?” question.

 

“My lady invited us to court of course,” the dark maned stallion said in between licks. “She sent a missive two days ago. I'm sorry we hadn't gotten here earlier, but it took my wives forever to pack.”

 

Sesshoumaru gave his wife the evil eye. She blinked back flirtatiously. He didn't say a word. Wasn't going to say a word. Thought about it though.

 

Raising up from Akanesuji's bottom row of teeth, Hizumeha turned to look at the lord. “So when are the rest of the guests arriving?”

 

Walking up to his wife's big pink eye so that she could not look away, Sesshoumaru leaned in. “Yes, oh great Mistress of the West, when are your OTHER guests arriving?”

 

She tried to swallow and found it hard, but this one she had to answer to. “Inuyasha and his followers should be here any day now.”

 

Sesshoumaru turned his back on her. “You better pray Sieobo saves you because you have been one...very naughty...dog.” He left and Akanesuji had no idea if he was joking or really mad. She hated it when he turned his face away from her like that. It was his way of taking control. She let out a big held breath and curled into a ball, covering her nose with her tail. All her great plans for entertaining guests were right out the window. Without opposable thumbs she couldn't play an instrument, write a poem or hold chopsticks. She couldn't even get inside the main building. This winter was looking like it was going to be a total disaster.