InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Shinobi Go Seek with a LEMON twist ( Chapter 78 )

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Sesshoumaru tore through the estate like a whirlwind, eyes flashing and hair whipping like lightening. Every room, every nook and cranny was checked and double checked before he entered the main hall and stood before everyone with a look so vile that Shippo and Kirara backed up to the walls.

 

“Kuza, you whore. Where has she gone?”

 

“I don't know my lord,” the mare said angry that he would first call her a whore and secondly insinuate that she would know anything about it.

 

Sango gasp, understanding that Akanesuji had made a run for it. She had mixed feelings. She had seen him drag her in and down the hallway by her hair and had felt sorry for her, but at the same time she felt sorry for Sesshoumaru too. He didn't deserve the hell that she put him through, and yet, she didn't deserve his wrath.

 

“Get dressed and hurry,” he told the two women. “We are going on the hunt.”

 

Kuza bowed low, knowing better than to refute his lordship. She would dress and follow orders, no matter how asinine they were. Sango on the other hand, gave him a look of shock. “Lord Sesshoumaru, we can't go out into the night like that. She's too skilled. We'll loose her trail.”

 

“I think I know where she is going,” he said, “and when I find her, I will need you and Kuza to keep me from killing her.”

 

The two women looked at each other with rounded wide eyes and pursed mouths. Narry a “meep” came out of them as they hopped up quickly and ran for the women's wing. Shippo and Kirara ran after them too, knowing that Sango would need Kirara just to keep up with Sesshoumaru's lightening speed.

 

Kuza tore off her court clothes and donned a simple yukata. She at first looked at the dirty slayer suit laid on the floor and considered putting it on, but shook her head no at it to herself. Fighting was not her thing, and no matter what happened, she would not raise a hand against Sesshoumaru in Akanesuji's defense. Her love of her mistress was strong, but her since of order and duty stronger. The lord of the Western lands held sway.

 

The two women met each other out in in the courtyard, Kuza taking her horse form immediately and pawing at the thick muddy soil. Kirara grew large and Sango mounted as Sesshoumaru seemed to come out from the darkness of the palace, his swords and armor donned and Jaken running behind him feverishly asking a million and a half questions about when he would be back and if there was anything he could do.

 

The inuyoukai never answered him, just kicked him away before telling the women they were headed to the village where Rin was at. “She will steal my daughter away from me next,” he seethed, his eyes deepening to blood red pits without glow. In a blink he was gone out the gates and the small party had to jolt off with a start. There was no way they were going to catch up with him.

 

The village was dark. The winter sun had set early. Winter solstice had come a few weeks before and now they were deep into the heart of the season's chill. Only a few youkai guards were up and mulling about, men and women chosen because they could handle the cold and bitter winds without care.

 

His white form burst into the inner courtyards with ease, only stopping it's flashing brilliance to reform into the tall opposing figure known as Sesshoumaru. Four guards descended around him, pulling their weapons while a trumpeting sound broke free from the ramparts above. He did not draw his weapon or move, but held his ground with upturned chin and flaring nostril.

 

“I have come for Akanesuji. Where is she?” he said in a steady and calculated meter.

 

“Not here,” the closest guard said, cocking his head to the side as he recognized the white haired man before him as the spouse of his mistress. “Hold your ground!” he called back to the others before they could jump forward into an attack.

 

Hizumeha jumped up from his low desk when he heard the battle cries. He had been up writing letters, his ink block freshly rubbed with the stone and ready for another dip of his brush pen. Pulling his spear from beside the door frame he stood still on the porch when he saw the familiar white haired man glowing in the dark. It had only been three days since they had left and now the ass hole was here. He turned and looked back on Miroku who was waking from his spot on the floor nearby and waved him to stay there. “It's just Sesshoumaru,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

 

Something was terribly wrong.

 

Again.

 

Hizumeha did not want Miroku involved in this. If there was going to be a fight break out, he and his trained warriors would handle it.

 

Nothing would hurt his human.

 

“What may I do for you, your lordship?” he asked, barely raising his voice above a whisper. No need for yelling when all the youkai could hear him fine.

 

Sesshoumaru began walking for him, drawing his sword in an unfriendly manner, his eyes like two dark pits in his skull. “Where is she?”

 

“Rin is in the second building over there.” The uma pointed with the end of his spear, taking a relaxed stance. If he had to, he would let Sesshoumaru take the first blow. He would not be accused of striking first. When the furious youkai turned towards the building and away from him he waived the guards away with a nod that said “careful” and proceeded to follow him towards the girls barracks. He didn't know what Sesshoumaru was up to, but he intended to find out.

 

Sesshoumaru stood in the doorway and looked, sniffing deeply. He didn't catch her scent, but that didn't mean much. Akanesuji had been known in the past to use ointments to disguise herself. Taking another sniff he located Rin who was just one more sleeping body in rows and rows of other little girls.

 

She had not been disturbed, not been awoken. She had not been stolen or taken or kidnapped. He frowned. His woman and child had not been here.

 

Spinning on his heel he turned to the stallion who stood a respectable distance away from him, his spear hanging low to the ground. It was an unthreatening stance, but the daiyoukai knew better than to discount him. The horse was wicked with that spear when he wanted to be. “Where is Akanesuji?”

 

The horse gave a surprised gasp, jolting his head up and stiffening his shoulders. “What? Has she run from you already?” His only reply was the twisted and snarled nose on Sesshoumaru's face and he knew that he better cooperate pleasantly this time. “She isn't here my lord. We have had a quiet evening.”

 

“Where would she go?”

 

“Have you tried Koga?” he answered, thinking that would be her second place to go. It was on the way, a location midway between Sesshoumaru's palace and the buffer lands. Logically she would stop there.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyebrows furrowed hard. “Why there?”

 

“She always stops at Koga's on the way. He's got a warm dry cave to sleep in and venison over a fire.”

 

“Where?”

 

“Instead of taking the main road, go up through the east pass. You'll hit what used to be harpy territory. Take the ridge line over nine mountain tops and you'll find his domain. From there, you'll just have to use your nose. Koga never stays in the same cave for more than five or six days at at time.”

 

The inuyoukai took in a deep breath and clinched his jaw. Why had he not thought of that before? She had written her cousin by marriage often, inviting him to come to court, but the lame ass never had shown his face. He thought that they were not very close, but apparently they were. He clinched his fists and cracked his knuckles. Some one was going to pay for harboring her and if that someone was Koga, so be it.

 

He never gave another communication to the other man, just turned back into a hard ball of light and shot out of the village like a comet. As he followed the snaking line of the main road below him he saw Kirara and Kuza's forms glowing with magical fire not far away and saw them turning towards him. They had caught sight of him as well and saw him cut for the east pass, his time in the village and back again enough for them to catch up with him.

 

It didn't take long to count the ridges and mountain tops and get into the wolf's territory. It was even easier than he realized to find the right cave. There were few trees and animals to distract his sense of smell, the rank of wolf standing out against cold gray stone. Like before he took to his humanoid form and drew his weapon, standing tall and proud before the mountainside. Up thirty feet of cliff face was the cave Koga was currently in, a warm glow from fire lighting it up against the night.

 

“KOGA!” Sesshoumaru called, a heated bellow.

 

The wolf appeared in the mouth of the cave, his silhouette black against the warm orange light that spilled from inside. “Sesshoumaru?” he asked, scratching his head in wonderment. What in the world the smelly dog wanted in the middle of the night, he had no idea. He wasn't even sure it was him, having only talked to him on a rare few occasions.

 

“Where is Akanesuji?”

 

Koga rolled his eyes and shook his head, bending his knees slightly and putting his hands on his hips. “What? Did you lose her again or something?”

 

“I'm in no mood for your witty repartee. Where is she?”

 

“Fuck if I know,” he called down, tottering to the edge of the cliff and lifting his kilt to pee. “Last time I saw her was right after she got back from Kagome's village. She stopped here on the way home, all crying about the end of the world and shit.”

 

He knew the wolf was telling the truth by the tone in his voice. It wasn't like Koga could hide her here well anyway. The cave glowed like a beacon in the night and was no place to hide a refuge. Almost all caves had only one door and no escape route. Jumping up to the small cliff ledge he stood not far from the other man, who skittered a couple of feet down away from him, giving him the look of “don't look at my dick” as he continued to rain piss over the edge.

 

“Any ideas where she would go?”

 

“No,” he said, aching to add the traditional “mutt face” he added to most conversations with inuyoukai except for those with Akanesuji. She never gave him crap about being “uncivilized” or “wild” or “brass.” She never picked on her more “country cousins”. “And if I did know, I don't think I'd tell you,” he added instead.

 

“Why?” Sesshoumaru growled.

 

“Because obviously she don't want you to find her, dumb ass.” Koga shook himself and dropped his kilt, wiping his hands over the top of it and then set them to his hips. Cocky as ever he jutted his hip out and tapped his foot. “What did you do to piss her off this time?”

 

“What is it to you?”

 

“She's my best cousin and if I have to hand your ass back to you for her, I will.”

 

“You would die at my hands for her honor?”

 

“Fuck yeah. She's ten times the inu you or your brother will ever be, mangy flea bags. She at least gives a fuck about our kind.”

 

It was about that time that Kirara and Kuza pulled in to a grinding halt, the cat touching down from the air and the sweaty horse kicking up rocks as she slid to stand still. Koga looked over to see Sango and Shippo jumping off the cat's back, the girl running forward to stand near the inuyoukai.

 

“What's going on?” she asked, grabbing Sesshoumaru's sword arm and trying to get him to lower his weapon some. Sesshoumaru gave her a dirty look, while Koga gave her a curious one. He had no idea the demon slayer and the mutt were on such intimate and friendly terms that she could touch him and not die on the spot.

 

Sesshoumaru shrugged his arm away and sheathed his sword into his sash as if he had decided to do it on his own. “Koga here was explaining to me what a wonderful woman my ladyship is.”

 

“Oh?” Sango looked to Koga with a curious look now. She didn't know he knew her. “How do you know Akanesuji?”

 

“She's my cousin by marriage.”

 

“Oh yeah, that's right. Akanesuji's third cousin on her father's side married your second cousin, the one with facial deformity.”

 

“Hey, he got that from killing harpies. There's nothing wrong with battle scars. They are proof of an honorable life you pretty boy punk.” Koga made a fist and reared back, ready to punch Sesshoumaru in the face. “But you wouldn't know anything about that now would ya' girly.”

 

“Hey now!” Sango stepped in, putting one hand up to Koga and one up to Sesshoumaru. “Let's not get into this now. We need to find Manatsu and make sure he's safe.”

 

“I'm sure he's fine,” Koga said, lowering his fist for her. “She's not going to hurt her own baby. Akanesuji can be a crazy bitch sometimes, but she's not going to do anything rash. She's probably gone to where she was in exile. She's still got some friends there. Her old sensai is there.”

 

That was all Sesshoumaru needed. Koga had spilled what few beans of knowledge he had unwittingly and they actually made since. He would travel to the far northeastern shore. It would take a day or two at most but to make that speed, he could not take the others with him. If he left right away, he might catch her on the way there. The sooner the better. “Sango, I have a mission for you . Return Kuza to Hizumeha. She is of no use any longer.”

 

“But I don't want to go to the buffer lands,” she said, turning her head away from him.

 

“Sango. I order you to take her there. Drop her off at the gates and leave immediately if you don't want to talk to the monk. I don't care.”

 

“I can go home on my own,” the mare said. “I'll collect my things and go. I don't need a human slayer to take care of me.”

 

“Fine then. Sango, just go home with the neko and kitsune,” Sesshoumaru commanded.

 

“Since when are you living with dip shit here?” Koga asked the girl, tilting his head and pointing with his thumb.

 

“Since Kagome and InuYasha got married.”

 

“Don't remind me.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Akanesuji had filled him in on all the details during her last visit and he had cried for two days. He was doing better now, but it still stung. The idea of being alone forever still pestering him.

 

Sango poked him in the arm. “She's happy. Can't you be happy for her?”

 

“Sure. I can be happy for her. See? I can be happy for her.” Koga gave a big fake smile and pointed to his mouth. “I didn't like her that much no ways,” he lied. “ She always took his side of shit.”

 

“Do you ever not cuss?” the girl asked, looking into his big blue eyes and seeing the hurt squeak through. She saw a kindred spirit, someone who had just lost the love of their life to someone else. He had lost Kagome, and she had lost Miroku. All his bravado was just that, bravado. It was covering up a broken heart.

 

“Why do you care?”

 

“I don't know. I just think you're too nice a person to talk like that.”

 

“You what?” Koga asked, blinking. Did she just say he was nice? No one ever said he was nice.

 

Sesshoumaru looked at Sango, then he looked to Koga. “Don't tell me this is the warrior you were thinking of?” Sango blushed. “Lady Sango. No. This ruffian is way below you.”

 

“Below me?” Koga stuttered. “Wha??”

 

“Um...I gotta go,” Sango waved her hands in front of herself as she backed up and then ran for Kirara, her face six shades of red and looking much like a beet. Jumping on the cat's back after snatching up a confused and befuddled Shippo, she kicked the cat on. “Let's go home Kirara. Please.”

 

“What was that all about?” Koga asked Sesshoumaru, taking to scratching his head again.

 

The inuyoukai only turned away, pulling his energies into a streak of light that flashed away as quickly as he had come. If the wolf was too stupid to figure it out on his own, he certainly wasn't going to tell him. The wolf never had done him any favors, and so he wasn't doing to do any back.

 

Koga watched everyone leave and rubbed his chin. That had to be one of the weirdest exchanges he had had in some time. He meandered back into the cave and gave a nod to Ginta and Hakkaku who were now sitting up and laughing in their bed, piles of furs over and around their legs.

 

“What's so damned funny?” Koga asked them, giving them a supicious eye.

 

He got the joke when Akanesuji sat up from between them, Manatsu asleep next to her. The two men had brought her in earlier in the evening, hid her in the furs and were now cuddled up around her, disguising her smell with their more powerful and wild wolf smell.

 

“I'm so dead,” Koga said, rubbing his forehead with worry. “He's going to kill me when he finds out you were here all along.”

 

“Come on, cousin,” she said, patting the space between her and Ginta. “Let's not worry about that now. Let's just make a big puppy pile and get some sleep.”

 

The wolf knew there was no arguing about it now. He wasn't going to kick her out and Sesshoumaru was long gone. Pulling off his chest armor, he threw it over to the side wall and adjusted the belting of his pelt kilt before crawling into the spot she had made for him. “How long are you going to stay with us?” he asked her, pulling up a fur over his chest and resting his head into the pillow of furs behind him.

 

“A few days maybe. I'm going to go check on Rin and then just disappear.”

 

“What did he do this time?”

 

“He took Kagura as his lover.”

 

“Oh my Kami,” Koga said in a whispered hush. “She's the one who killed my clan.”

 

“I know. I thought you might want to help me kill her.” Akanesuji turned her body so that she faced the wolf, her son Manatsu sleeping peacefully on her other side. Slowly she ran her fingers up his arm and over his chest until she found his neck and chin, pulling him to face her. “I have left him for good Koga, and I am in need of a good, strong youkai in my bed who is loyal. I heard what you said out there.”

 

“But...you're like a sister to me.”

 

“I don't want to be your sister anymore.” Akanesuji closed the distance between their lips and kissed him. At first his response was one of shock, his lips unmoving and still, not knowing what to do, but then he opened them and let her take him. He had never thought of her like this, but now with her warm body up against his and her dog smell so fragrant in his nose, he couldn't help but let nature take it's course. She was a canine and so was he. She was strong and so was he. She was wanting it and so was he.

 

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head into the crook of his chest, sighing heavily as he pet her hair. “I'm not sure I want to fight Sesshoumaru over you, but I will.”

 

“I know,” she said. “You already offered.” Akanesuji trailed her hand down his body and found his thigh, backtracking up under his kilt to find him already hard and erect. “Do you know what the good thing about a puppy pile is?” she whispered as she began to stroke him.

 

“What?” he asked, closing his eyes at the feel of her hand on him.

 

“It's full of puppies.”

 

Ginta and Hakkaku gave hearty giggles as they too turned inward, Hakkaku gently lifting Manatsu and placing him on the outside of the pile before curling up against the full figured woman next to him. Ginta reached over Koga and began kissing Akanesuji, having done that already before. “I thought we were going to sleep,” Koga mumbled, lost in the stroking sensation going up and down his shaft.

 

“When we all get tired,” she answered before crawling deeper under the covers.

 

“oh....” was all he could say.