InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ The Other Side III: Sesshou's Revenge ( Chapter 76 )

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Sesshou sat on the flimsy metal folding chair, his elbows on his knees and his fingers laced together. Ever since Kagome and his brother had left, he watched the temple entrance, waiting for Akane to come out. He had a few choice words for her.

 

The others had trailed off slowly, the music and drink still flowing merrily. Kirara had dumped the little old man off early and he sat snoozing in a corner. She was now slow dancing with Shippo, her arms up around his shoulders. Sesshou thought it was just amazing ironic that the little kitsune would be the one to live “most happily ever after”. He and the neko never fought, never got into it. They were always jovial, even when the other fancied some other creature for a while. They always got back together. He guessed it was because she was thousands of years old and Shippo was too light hearted to scold her about it. They loved each other in their own way. It wasn't a passionate, romantic love, but one that would steadily last the centuries.

 

And Hizumeha and the mares, time had been really good to them too. They had kids and grandkids and lots of them, and an open marriage to boot. Like Kirara and Shippo, they always fell on each other for support and company, always knowing they were there for each other. They rode the tides of time gracefully.

 

But him, he had the worst luck with women. He always favored the passionate ones or the ones who were so damned fragile. Plain, boring women never suited him. His first wife was now lost to him yet again. His lover Kagura had died without him ever figuring out how to save her. His second wife committed suicide and then there was Rin. She grew old and died as he never changed. He didn't even want to think of her now. All his women left him one way or the other.

 

His children could be counted on one hand. Only one was nobility and loved him, his first son Manatsu. The others were bastards born to lovers or whores, accidents that shouldn't have happened. Two had died in the Youkai war, one lived in America and wouldn't claim him. The fifth he just found out about recently, a little girl who was given up for adoption by her human mother when she discovered there was “something wrong with her”. He was taking the adoptive family to court now and having to deal with DNA evidence that had to be tampered with to look more human. It was costing him an arm and a leg.

 

Akanesuji was pregnant again, but it wasn't his and he knew it. She had been artificially inseminated with Koga's sperm in some stupid lab experiment. Now she was going to give birth to a wolf-dog hybrid. It was no wonder she would run to him. He was loyal and good, one of her favorite cousins by marriage. She could count on him for platonic company.

 

She couldn't count on that from hardly anyone else, for youkai were a randy bunch. They had nothing better to do than to waste time with sex and violence, passionate love affairs to make themselves feel alive again, killing to make themselves feel mortal. He had finally grown past all that.

 

Hezumeha walked up and sat down next to him, giving him a firm pat on the back. “Seems like old times huh?”

 

“Yeah. She's gotta run away again.”

 

“She's not come home to me either, so at least this time you're not alone.”

 

The inu gave the uma a surprised look. She and the horse had been together for over twenty five years now and she had never run away from him before. Even when she got back together with him, she insisted that her marriage with Hezumeha stay intact. “Why did she dump you?”

 

“Hell if I know. She just came home, took her pistol off the top of the refrigerator and told the boys she was leaving. I got the divorce papers yesterday.”

 

“You know I'm not going to say I'm sorry to that one.” Sesshou gave him a half smile. If he could just get her back, he could finally have her all to himself again.

 

“Yeah, yeah. I know. 'Gonna tell me how she spreads her legs for you?” the horse said with a cocky grin. The two men laughed. It had been a long time since they had those conversations.

 

“Gonna tell me how you'll be there to pick up the pieces?”

 

Again they laughed. Partly because it was kinda funny, but also because if they didn't laugh they were going to cry. When the laughing was over, a pregnant and heavy pause descended. They had both lost to a guy in a red dress. How humiliating. The great Lords of the Western and Northern lands replaced by a cross dresser. It was Hezumeha who broke the silence. “What are you going to do to get her back?”

 

“I don't know. I'm at a loss this time. How can I compete with a guy who can give her anything she wants? If she wants a guy, she can have a guy. If she wants a girl, she can have a girl. If she wants a dog, she can have a dog. I'm not dressing up in panty hose and heels for her.”

 

“Uh-hun.” the horse nodded in agreement. He could imagine Sesshoumaru preening over his hair like a girl, yes. Been there, seen it. Heels and a dress? Heck no. “What did you do this last time to get her back?”

 

“I talked to her past self at the well.”

 

“You shit! That's cheating!”

 

“Yeah, and I'll cheat again if I get the chance.” He looked down on his hands and started thinking, calculating when the next time would be that Akanesuji would come through the well and into the future. Big problem. There wasn't another time that he knew of. In the spring Naraku would be dead, the jewel shards all consolidated and the well dismantled on the other side.

 

“So wait a minute...” Hizumeha started. “You ass hole! I waited over four hundred years for her and you fucking stole her out from underneath me with a dirty trick of the time line?”

 

Sesshoumaru cleared his face of all emotion, not wanting to look guilty as a fox in a hen house even though he had already confessed.

 

“This shit serves you right! She was mine damn it and you fucking stole her from me.” Hezumeha stood and stomped off with an “I should never have let her talk me into forgiving you for being such a bastard. I never should have fucking listened to her....oh fucking no, I should have killed your ass back in the seventies.....blah blah blah.” His voice trailed off into the distance. Sess knew he was just mouthing off.

 

His poor friend. They had started out as rivals and enemies, but over the last hundred years they had become good friends. Now he wasn't so sure where that friendship would go. His confessing to Akanesuji in the distant past about his love of Kagura had set up a chain of events that shouldn't have happened, or at least they shouldn't have happened quiet like they did. He could remember some of it, other parts were blurry and other parts were amazingly clear. He had a hard time figuring out what was supposed to happen and what wasn't.

 

He knew they made love that one last time and then she ran off. He knew that in the spring he would find the boy Kohaku and that he, the boy and Rin would start traveling again. He couldn't remember what happened with Manatsu or how he and her got back together. Dammit he knew they did, but then why were they split up again now? They had always fought and gotten back together, so why were things going so badly now?

 

Why did this time feel so permanent?

 

Golden eyes stared at the dance floor once again. If he could just go back in time and fix everything. If he only knew then what he knew now.

 

Wait. That was it.

 

Kagome had been right, her miko understanding slipping out unknowingly. “No. You have to fix this. It's all your fault in the first place,” she had told him. Only he could do it.

 

Bidding everyone a farewell, he left in a hurry and broke into Kagome's house. He remembered that she used to keep the jewel shards on her all the time in a little bottle and if she had been a good girl, she would have left them in her room, thinking them safe in the modern era. All he needed was one. One to get him through the well and back to the past where he could talk to Akanesuji himself, explain everything and mend those fences. He could be back in the future within the day and return it without the miko ever knowing it was gone. She and InuYasha wouldn't come home from their little honeymoon for a few days anyway.

 

Rustling through the desk he found them, laying in the top drawer. Holding them up to the light he counted five in the bottle, the large half sphere next to it. Opening the bottle he took one and slid it into the skin of his forearm. It had been a long time since he had traveled the well, but it had always been a strong memory in his mind. He knew how to do it and he would do it again tonight before the sun rose.