InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Sieobo's Garden ( Chapter 66 )

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The gourd tasted like crap, but the saki that used to be in it had been good. Sesshoumaru licked at the thick rim of the gourd trying to get the last drops. He had never been a drinker and he told himself he wasn't going to start now. There wasn't much way to be an alcoholic when you were a demon. The buzz only lasted a little while. To get a really good drunk on, you had to go to something stiffer.

 

That something was hidden in the kitchens. His lordship told himself over and over again that he was just going to drink a little then go to bed. Best not to make a fool of himself like others had before him. Drinking was bad.

 

Father had been a drunk on rare occasion. Maybe that was how he coped with his mother and his lover.

 

Pushing through the main kitchen door and walking through the room, he found the low wooden door that led down to the cellar. It was a short little thing. A door made for frogs and toads and other creepy crawly things. It certainly wasn't made for an inu.

 

Pushing the sliding door over and crawling in, he walked hunched over down the steps. He hadn't remembered it being this small. Stopping and thinking for a minute, when had been the last time he was down here? Oh yeah....back when he and Akanesuji were children hiding from the adults. A deep frown went over his face. Bitch.

 

He continued his journey down into the dark and pulled out the whip, coiling it around his palm so that the glow of it was like a torch, the green light making everything eerie. Bonking his head on the ceiling rafter once, he grumbled and rubbed his head. Dammit, was this trip really worth it?

 

“Yes” he decided when he found the oaken casks and bladders filled with alcohol. Gourds and glass bottles too. Taking up a ceramic jug he popped the cork and took a sniff. It was pure heaven. Some sweet smelling plum wine and demonic fruit combination reserved for only the best of occasions.

 

Occasions like his brother's wedding tomorrow. Bastard.

 

Sesshoumaru slumped on the floor, his back to the wall and his knee up as he slugged down a big gulp.

 

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all. How dare they all be happy when he was not. He tied one on.

 

The great youkai grabbed up Moko-moko-sama and pet it. “How come you've been acting like a dumb ass lately?” he told it, putting it to his mouth and whispering to it. “You used to be a fierce tiger, and now you're such a puss.”

 

The fur didn't answer him back and he knew it wouldn't. The darned thing didn't talk. Only in deep dreams did it say anything to him, and he never let himself sleep that hard anymore. He was too afraid. To concerned with what he might find in those dark recesses of his own mind.

 

And what visions would the spirit of the clan impart? Tell him that he was a dumb ass too? Snicker at him like his father's mask in the armor. “I hate you too,” he said, throwing the thing across the room.

 

He started laughing at himself. “I am Sesshoumaru and this Sesshoumaru fears nothing except furry fashion accessories!” He took another deep swig and pondered it. It looked almost sad and dejected, crumpled up in a pile like that. “Oh come here you stupid thing.” He held out his arm and it inched it's way back to him, wrapping itself around his arm like a coiling snake. It made it's way around his neck and stayed there like a cloak.

 

“You love me don't you?” he asked it, rubbing his face into it. Somehow he knew it did. Dumb ass that he might be at times, he was still daiyoukai and the greatest living dog on earth.

 

“I want my arm back,” he grumbled to it. “I want my arm.” Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and pretended the other arm was still there. He tried to flex his fingers and move his wrist and it almost felt like it really was there. “I miss my arm, don't you?”

 

Once again the fierce tiger lay silent. “You don't care,” he said pulling it off his neck and pushing it down. “You like it gone. You get to do all the things my arm used to do.”

 

Well, not everything.

 

“I should put you in the chest with Akanesuji's. Lock you away. You could make lots of babies.”

 

The mantle moved then, pulling it's end up to face him like a snake. “You're kidding me.” Sesshoumaru started laughing, swearing up and down he was seeing things. His voice boomed through the room.

 

Moko-moko-sama wasn't kidding. It wasn't kidding at all. The spirit of the clan wanted to expand. It wanted to to make another of it's kind for Manatsu. All the other mantles out there were now taken leaving the newest inukoro without.

 

All babies needed their security blankets.

 

“Baka moko,” he said, grabbing it up and rubbing it over his neck and face. Sesshoumaru slumped some more, folding it up to make a pillow under his head and closed his eyes. The clay jug rolled away empty and he never heard it tink against the others on the floor.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” they called to him. Naked white skinned beauties with deep stripes dancing in the tall grass of summer. Their arms beckoned to him, waving him forward as their mouths giggled. “Come Sesshoumaru....come run with us.”

 

The girls held hands amongst themselves, jumping and bouncing, their breasts bouncing with them. Their hair flowed all around them, their eyes glittering in the sunshine. “Come,” they called, turning to dogs and hopping about with yips and playful growls. He looked down in the grass, their bodies touching his legs as they played around him. A tail would smack his thigh, a nose would nudge him. “Come, come.”

 

When he looked up, there was Akanesuji.

 

She was standing, her body lean and perfect, her hair palest white and soft. Her eyes were the clearest pink, her lips soft and smiling, her teeth and fangs bright. “Come with us my love.” She held out her hand out for him but he could not touch her. She was just out of reach and the dogs were in between them. Teasingly she turned and presented her backside to him, falling to her limbs and changing into her red and white akita form. She laughed and ran with the others.

 

Male dogs came from the edges of the field, crashing into the group of bitches and intermingling. They were all running around him now, yipping and barking and playing games. He held out his arm and the stump of the other and when he fell to the ground and transformed he was just a three legged dog. “Come” they called as they started the run, their tails wagging before him as he fell farther and farther in the pack because he couldn't keep up. He was stuck with the runts and the puppies, young juveniles all around him.

 

A small white little puppy with golden eyes came along side him. It smiled as it's tongue flopped to the side. Sesshoumaru knew it was his son and a warm feeling came over him. “Come on daddy,” the little inukoro said. “Hurry.”

 

The group started to slow down and he caught up. There were only a few other dogs as tall and large as he in the crowd. He lost track of his son and his wife and focused on the tall figure in the middle of the field. Who ever it was wore a kimono and had long black hair. Turning around, the woman smiled to Sesshoumaru, looking at him specifically. “Come my favorite,” she held out her hand. “Come to me.”

 

Warmth and comfort waved over him. Her face was so beautiful and her skin smelled of peaches. Smiling she leaned down into the hoard and picked up little Manatsu and held him in her arms, petting him behind the ear. “Do you know me?” she asked, kissing the little pup on the cheek. He shook his head no. “I am Sieobo, Goddess of the Western Land. My fruit gives eternal life.”

 

Suddenly in her other hand appeared a peach and she let it drop to the ground amongst the dogs and they all started playing ball with it, nipping it lightly with their teeth and throwing it around. One dog would shake it and toss it, another would snatch it and run while others gave chase. Sesshoumaru just stood still.

 

She made her way through the dogs, their bodies parting before her even as they wrestled and played. “You have been remiss my inuyoukai. You have not come for many years.” Her fingers touched his ear and trailed to his jowl. Then she rubbed his under his chin. “You simply must come more often.”

 

He felt the press of the dogs around him, beginning to push him to one side then the other. He tried to keep himself up straight. Sieobo pulled his chin upwards, drawing him to stand in his human form and she kissed him sweetly. “What do you want with me?” he asked her, feeling suddenly afraid at the power that thrummed off her.

 

“I want nothing but your company. Come, walk with me.”

 

Sesshoumaru fell along side her, catching glimpses of Akanesuji running around with the others. “Beautiful isn't she?” Sieobo asked him, continuing to hold Manatsu in her arms.

 

“Yes. I suppose you want me to be nicer to her.”

 

The goddess laughed. “It doesn't matter if you are nice to her or not. The two of you are destined to be together in one capacity or another.”

 

“Great.”

 

“I thought so. I know you are angry with her now, but in time you will appreciate how I made her for you. She can be very loyal.”

 

“I supposed I should be thankful.”

 

“Yes. A certain amount of gratitude would be nice.”

 

“Thank you.” He said, sounding rather contrite.

 

She didn't care, she knew the truth. “You're welcome.” They walked up a slow hill and when they got to the peak, Sesshoumaru could see out into a giant valley.

 

“Where are we?”

 

“Heaven. That over there is where the cats run. And over there the horses.” She walked under the shade of a magnificent tree and asked him to sit. “Care for a game of Go?” Sesshoumaru sat next to her and the inu all piled up around him. Manatsu jumped from her lap and ran over to his and he lifted him up and looked him in the face.

 

“He does look much like me doesn't he?” The puppy squirmed and tried to lick him, wiggling and squirming in his single hand. The goddess laughed, a chime that played on his ears.

 

“No silly. He looks like your father.”

 

“Gaah! So he does!” Sesshoumaru dropped him by accident, the puppy falling into the folds of his pants and wagging his tail. Akanesuji came forward and bit her pup over the neck, hauling him away and back into the pile of other dogs. He suddenly felt very alone, even amongst the crowd of his own kind. With sad eyes he looked to Sieobo. “Am I so different from the others?”

 

“Yes. You and your father are two of my favorites. As is she. And your brother.” She pointed to a small male runt not much bigger than Manatsu. The inuyoukai started to laugh, but she slapped him on the arm and gave him a dirty look. Holding out her arms she took him up, his little white body perfectly one color. She kissed his nose and rubbed it over hers. “He may look small, but he has the worst bite.” She let him curl into her lap and she pet him over and over again. “When he fully matures, he will amazing.”

 

“Am I not amazing?”

 

“When you fully mature, you will be.” Sieobo smiled and waved her hand, a Go board appearing between them, the pieces already in place for play.

 

“I am not full grown?”

 

“No my darling. Your mind is still childish and selfish because it is so marvelously complex. But you know this already.”

 

Sesshoumaru lifted a brow. “And what about her. Isn't she childish and selfish too?”

 

“No. She's just hormonal and in love.” Sieobo looked to the board and moved her piece without ever touching it. Her Go partner watched the piece and then started his own play, taking a piece and moving it.

 

“Why am I here again? So I can be insulted?”

 

Sieobo lifted his chin and kissed his lips. “It doesn't matter of which we speak. You will not remember any of it.”

 

Her kiss was fresh like spring, her smell like the white and pink petals that graced the peach tree. A sugary sap seemed to cover his lips and he licked his top lip absentmindedly. “So tell me the secrets of the universe, since I will forget them anyway,” he said after clearing his mind from her distracting kiss.

 

She grinned and tilted her head. “Where shall we start? Let's see...” she moved another piece. “Oh hey...look at the time!” She waved the board away and stood up, sliding InuYasha's dog body to the ground. “You need to get back. You are becoming a father.”

 

He stood and dusted off his pants, grass sticking to his butt. “I suppose.”

 

“Yes, Sesshoumaru. You can be mad with Akanesuji all you want, but your son is not like her. He needs you, just as much as you need him. Don't push him away like you have Rin.”

 

He closed his eyes in frustration and put his fingers over his eyes to rub them. He really didn't want to be scolded, even if it was by a beautiful goddess. When he opened them again, she was gone, the tree and field gone too, the grass as well. All that surrounded him was the darkness of the cellar, an empty bottle. Moko-moko-sama was missing and his mouth tasted like an animal had crawled in it and died.

 

He stood and brushed himself off, blinking and feeling crust over his eyes. Feeling well rested but a little stiff and sore, he stumbled out of the hole and into the light of the kitchen.

 

“My lord! My lord! There you are. We've been looking for you for days.” Jaken ran at him panicked.

 

“How long have I been gone?” he asked, rubbing his forehead.

 

“You disappeared two nights ago and we couldn't find you. Come, my lord. Your son is about to be born.”

 

The inuyoukai pushed his servant off him and walked to towards her room. The place was dead quiet along the way and he figured it was because Hezumeha and InuYasha had already left, taking the mares and Rin. When he got to her door, it was just her, Kuza, Kagome and Sango, the four women all looking tired. In Akanesuji's arms was their baby, wet and fresh. He was suckling her breast hard. Around them was Moko-moko-sama. It had escaped him and come on it's own. If it weren't for Manatsu, he would have torn it from their laying forms and rent it into a million turfs of fur.

 

He approached quietly, the other women knowingly nodding to each other and leaving the room. Kneeling beside her he looked into her eyes and then down to the little squiggling inukoro. He was making lots of noise, grunting and whining into her breast. Akanesuji looked at him but did not smile. Pulling her infant harder to her, she turned away and hid him from view.

 

“No,” he said, grabbing her carefully pulling her back to him. “Stop. He is my son too.”

 

“This one is mine. Go make another one somewhere else.” Her face was worn and tired. Dark circles were under her eyes. While he had slept, she had suffered. A pang of guilt waved over him and he neatly tucked it away.

 

“I want to hold him.”

 

“Never. You don't deserve him.”

 

“Stop this foolishness now!”

 

“I found out what you have done to Rin. How could you do that to me? How could you take away my daughter?” She started to cry, tears running down her face and dropping onto the little white haired head below. “You took away my daughter...you took away my daughter.” She started freaking out, rocking back and forth. The other women pushed around him, pulling him back as they crowded around her. Dirty looks came from all of them.

 

Sango stood between him and the small crowd and herded him towards the door. “Go my lord. Leave before she starts the madness again.”

 

“Madness?”

 

“Yes my lord. She did not take the news very well. She told us you slept with Kagura. Having her daughter taken from her tipped her over the edge. We had to tie her down, keep her from tearing out her own guts. It made the delivery longer. She suffered much.”

 

“Sango...”

 

She lifted her hand to shush him and shook her head no. With a tear in her own eye, she closed the door on him.