InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomaru's Story 2: Prejudice ❯ Chapter 4

Dragonfly: Tomaru, you have a fan…

 

Tomaru: (blushes) Jeez… my own sister… sorta.

 

Dragonfly: Hey, it's not just her. Lots of people think you're pretty hot.

 

Tomaru: Keh… that's just because I'm Uncle Inuyasha's reincarnation.

 

Dragonfly: (raises eyebrow) No, it's because you're sexy as hell- and then those adorable ears…

 

Tomaru: Don't you start in on the ears too!

 

Dragonfly: Hey, dog boy! I created your story- I'll adore your ears if I so choose!

 

Tomaru: Can we just get on with this? (waves to Warm-Ice-sama on FF) Oi! Tell Haruko I said hi!

 

Chapter 4

 

“I always knew you were a bastard,” Tomaru said, although his voice had changed from its normal tenor to one nearly forgotten in their memories. Sesshoumaru actually looked startled and Kagome let out a gasp. “Didn't you get enough revenge by taking my Tetsusaiga? By killing me? By taking my Kagome?”

 

“Dear God,” Kagome breathed, her eyes wide in absolute disbelief. “Inuyasha?”

 

Her son's eyes shifted from Sesshoumaru to her and blinked. Abruptly they changed back to the goldenrod yellow they normally were and the green crescent reappeared on his forehead. “Mom?” he asked, utterly bewildered.

 

Kagome was shaking, completely taken aback by what she had just witnessed. Sesshoumaru moved smoothly to her side and wrapped a protective arm around her. “Miko,” he murmured, using his pet name for her. “Are you unwell?”

 

She nodded, her eyes locked on her son. “Tomaru… what… what just happened?”

 

The hanyou looked extremely uncomfortable. His ears flattened slightly and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well… I, uh…”

 

Sesshoumaru gave his son a rather sharp look. “It would seem that we were mistaken in assuming that Inuyasha's soul would remain dormant within him,” he said coolly.

 

“It's not my fault!” Tomaru yelled. “When I get really pissed off, he takes over! Like you've never had your inner youkai take control like that!”

 

It was true. Sesshoumaru had experienced having his inner youkai do that very thing- but his youkai was his own, not another's. Apparently, Tomaru's inner youkai was Inuyasha, and he was very much the same as he had been decades ago.

 

This could be a major problem, the tai-youkai's voice muttered.

 

“All this time,” Kagome whispered. “Inuyasha's been talking to you? Guiding you?”

 

Tomaru looked rather embarrassed. “Well, yeah. Ever since I was twelve or so.”

 

“And you didn't say anything?!”

 

“Come on, Mom,” he whined, sounding more like a ningen teenager than an of-age hanyou. “What was there to say? He doesn't think any less of you for mating with Father.”

 

Sesshoumaru lifted an eyebrow. “Then what was that tirade moments ago?”

 

“It was because you're dictating my life!” Tomaru growled. “You are choosing my bride for me, and I've got no choice in the matter! He doesn't like it either!”

 

Kagome stood up and shook herself slightly, as if that alone would alleviate the weird feeling she just had. “Okay, this is totally bizarre. I could handle the fact that you are Inuyasha's soul reborn, but you actually talk with him? That's lunacy.”

 

“Mom,” he said, stepping toward her. “It's not that bad. Really.” He offered a weak smile. “He's actually pretty funny.”

 

“Humorous? Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru would've snorted if it weren't un-tai-youkai-like. “I highly doubt that.”

 

“It doesn't matter what you think,” Tomaru said, ire evident in his voice again. “On this, he and I both agree- I won't be your pawn in your little political match. I won't be mated to some bitch I don't even know!”

 

“I have to agree with Tomaru,” Kagome said, eyeing her mate. “This should be his choice, not yours.”

 

“It is not his choice,” Sesshoumaru said. “He will honor the betrothal and mate with Haruko in two months' time.”

 

“Haruko?” Kagome looked visibly shocked. “I thought we were talking about Niji!”

 

Tomaru used all his self-control not to let his jaw drop. They were considering making Niji my mate?

 

How fucking ironic- the one bitch you're practically in heat for.

 

Shut up- it doesn't matter. They're talking about some wench named Haruko.

 

“Who the hell is Haruko?” Tomaru demanded, glaring at his father.

 

Sesshoumaru gave him a benevolent look. “She is the daughter of a very distant cousin- of the mountain inu clan that rules over the Northern Lands.”

 

Tomaru blinked. “You mean the tribe that Kioshi's from?”

 

“The same. His father is Kuroki's general. Haruko is Kuroki's only daughter.”

 

“So why mate me to this wench? What's so special about her?”

 

Sesshoumaru glared. “She is hanyou as well.”

 

Kagome gasped. “Well… that's a surprise…”

 

“Indeed. I, myself, was not even aware of her existence until tonight, when Kuroki approached me with his offer of a betrothal.”

 

Tomaru scowled. “So because I'm hanyou no pure youkai female will want me- is that why you did this? You decided to mate me to another hanyou to ensure that your line will continue? Thanks a lot, Dad.”

 

Sesshoumaru gave his best tai-youkai glower at the use of the term “Dad.” “You will obey me in this, Tomaru. Kuroki is currently in residence with his daughter and you will be hospitable.”

 

“Or else what? You'll take away my privileges? The ones I didn't want in the first place? Fine! Give them to Komichi! Give this hanyou bitch to him too! He's the son you really wanted anyway!” With that final irate declaration, Tomaru whirled around and stalked away, his long, unbound silver hair flowing behind him.

 

Sesshoumaru sighed. “That did not go well.”

 

Kagome gave him a disgusted look. “Well, duh.”

 

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Tomaru stormed down the hallway to his room, absolutely seething. If he wasn't careful, his uncle's soul would take over and wreak havoc on the place.

 

He turned a corner and ran, literally, into another person. His arms automatically reached out to steady whoever it was he had slammed into. He was so caught up in his anger at his father that he had missed what his nose would've normally told him.

 

Bright blue eyes blinked up at him in complete and utter surprise. A lovely face, framed by silver-grey waist-length hair, stared, the soft-rose lips parted slightly. Tomaru's grip tightened as he noticed a lavender crescent mark resting underneath the silvery bangs- and the magenta stripes on each cheek.

 

“Um, excuse me,” the female in his grasp said coldly, “but you are gripping me rather tightly. Let. Me. Go.”

 

He released her as if she had burned him. He took a few steps back, completely forgetting that he was clad only in his boxer shorts. His eyes- damn his male mentality!- noticed that she was also dressed for sleep, wrapped in a thin white yukata, tied at her very slender waist. It irritated him that she was so appealing.

 

The girl in front of him ran her sapphire eyes up and down his nearly naked body before settling back on his gold gaze. Two silver triangular ears perched on top of her head twitched slightly. “You'll catch cold, Lord Tomaru.”

 

Tomaru glared at her. “Let me guess. You're Haruko.” Of course she is. She looks more like Father's daughter than any of my sisters…

 

Quiet, pup. Put this wench in her place and let's get the hell out of here.

 

The hanyou gave him one mocking nod. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Lord Tomaru.”

 

“And what makes you think this is a pleasure?”

 

Giving him a particularly haughty and completely feminine look, she merely nodded her head in the general direction of his lower torso. “It's becoming quite obvious.”

 

Tomaru looked down and was absolutely mortified to see that he was slightly aroused- and it was starting to show against his boxers. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn…

 

Flinging his hands over his private region, he fixated a glare at her. “At least I'm not the only one,” he growled. “I can scent you as well.”

 

“So? I never denied it. You are one handsome dog.”

 

He glared. “I'm not mating you,” he informed her tightly.

 

“On that, we agree,” she said, her azure eyes locked with his gold ones. “I never did like arranged matings.”

 

“Fine. Now- get out of my way. I'm going back to bed.”

 

Haruko raised a silver eyebrow. “I am not in your way, my lord. You are in mine.”

 

“Like hell! You're the one who came barreling into me!”

 

“I was merely taking a walk to do some thinking. You, on the other hand, were so irate you couldn't even scent me nearby. Therefore, the collision was your fault.”

 

Tomaru growled, baring his fangs at her. Haruko glared right back, ready to bare her own if need be.

 

“Insolent wench.”

 

“Arrogant baka.”

 

Woah! Back up, pup. Get the hell out of here NOW.

 

Why? She's just a-

 

Stubborn wench? Right. Believe me, this whole situation is WAY too familiar. Go. Now.

 

Tomaru didn't like the sensations he was getting from his youkai, so he merely snorted at the female hanyou and stalked away, his ears nearly flat against his head in irritation. He could still smell her, so she hadn't moved from where she stood.

 

At the doorway of his chambers, he made the mistake of looking back down the hall at her, where she stood watching him, her long silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. The moonlight shone in from a window behind her, illuminating her body through the thin fabric clearly.

 

His breath caught as he took in her high, firm breasts and tapered waist. Long slender legs led up to well-rounded hips and for a brief moment he visualized gripping those hips as he mounted her…

 

“You'd better go take care of that,” she called out quietly, her voice carrying down the hall to his sensitive hanyou hearing.

 

Take care of what? He looked down and let out a string of invective that nearly burned his ears. The scant fabric covering his lower body was stretched out over the erection that had decided to arise at the traitorous thoughts running through his mind when he had looked at that blasted mountain inu-hanyou female. He stomped into his chambers and slammed the door, wishing he could shut out the sound of her entirely too-amused laughter from down the hall.

 

Dammit… Nice going, Lord Hard-maru.

 

Shaddup.

 

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A/N: Technically, the Haruko I'm using is based off Warm-Ice-sama's Haruko and I humbly beg her indulgence in tweaking some minor information about her character. Please forgive me!