InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Topsy Turvy ❯ Sire ( Chapter 8 )

Quick Note - I am so sorry that this update has taken forever. My course load has given me around 50-100 pages of textbook reading a night. And then I wasn't fast enough to get this to my beta before she left on a trip. *cries* Gomengomengomengomengomen. I will not give up on this story at all. Don't worry about it.

 

Oh, and for those of you that asked, the joke about the potato, mirror, and six lit candlesticks is an allusion to an ex of mine that did something kind of…erm…stupid with those same items. I will not say exactly what so that he/she can keep his/her dignity if he/she is reading this by any chance. (Although I seriously doubt it)

 

Synopsis - The Dinner of Decision, RyuuK/InuT limeyness(XDXDXD!), and a surprise for all of you.

 

Beta - The unbelievable Demitra Miriam, who makes sense out of sentences that I randomly leave subjects, verbs, and or pronouns out of. She truly has a gift.

 

Disclaimer - I do not in any way own any part of the InuYasha series. However, I do own the impure thoughts that sometimes manifest themselves in this here work of fiction. *sigh* Mmmmmm. Smut! THAR BE LIMES HERE, ME MATEYS!!! (why is Russanya talking like a pirate? O.o)

 

Nothing littered the table except for scraps and bones. In fact, not a word was said throughout the entire meal, just the soft tearing of meat and the sticky sounds of chewing. Everybody in the family ate as if each morsel was an allegory for something far deeper, tearing at it with their demonic teeth. Now that it was all gone, only Inuyasha remained gnawing on a rib bone. He didn't care for the distrusting way that his mate and his father stared at one another. He knew that this meeting would be awkward, but he didn't expect it to be this awkward.

 

Silence. Golden eyes to golden eyes to golden eyes. The whisper of hair sliding down silk. Blink. Inhale. Exhale. Glare. Twitch.

 

Crawling down from his hiding place in the Western Lord's ponytail, Myouga was really beginning to feel uncomfortable with the tension in the room between the three dogs. The quicker the rites were finished, the quicker he could get away and hide from the aftermath. After all, given what he knew, there would definitely be aftermath.

 

“My lord, I believe it is best that we begin,” the flea mumbled.

 

The eldest dog nodded and arose from his position at the table. He hadn't told anybody about his discovery in his rooms, so this was going to prove interesting to say the least. “My sons, the powers between you have now been split. One of you has the power to give life, while the other one has the power to nurture it. Fortune smiles down upon you both.”

 

Inuyasha's eyes looked alive with wonder and hope. Under the table he reached out his hand to Sesshomaru and rested it on the taiyoukai's leg. Sesshomaru did not attempt to remove his brother's touch, nor did he return it. He just continued to stare at Inutaisho, one eyebrow cocked in the acknowledgment of a shared secret. The dog lord cleared his throat and took in the excitement that flowed from Inuyasha in anticipation. Even though he may fully expect to be with child, Sesshomaru, what will you tell your mate when the truth is known?

 

“Myouga, go ahead and taste their blood,” he ordered.

 

The flea paused between the two brothers, looking from face to face; unable to decide who should be unveiled first. Inutaisho flicked him in the direction of Sesshomaru. Are you sure that you want to reveal him first my lord? The flea thought.

 

Myouga dug his mouth into the youkai's hand, swelling up with the deluge of thick noble blood. Something was different. He glanced over at his lord, eyes bugged out in surprise.

 

“Ummm…no child?”

 

Sesshomaru grinned and finally put his own hand over Inuyasha's, squeezing it.

 

The flea continued on to Inuyasha. Sure, he wouldn't have minded being the seme, but if he was uke, he did not want to disappoint Sesshomaru by being barren. Please let me conceive. He awaited the verdict as Myouga now sampled his blood in return.

 

“Master Inuyasha, you bear no child either,” the flea intoned.

 

Inuyasha went pallid, withdrawing his grip on Sesshomaru. What the hell is wrong with me? I rape my mate and then I can't even give him a pup for all his pain?

 

Frightened, Myouga stared up at Inutaisho. “My lord, although I suspected something earlier today, I must have been wrong. Many times the first pregnancy is lost, but it is too close to the conception of the pup for the baby to have been already reabsorbed back into your son's body from natural causes. Things like that usually do not happen until the second month or so.”

 

The flea bowed deeply and continued. “I am very sorry for my false news. The rites of mating have not been carried out right and thus must be redone at the next full moon. Please forgive me.”

 

“I am sorry too, aniki,” Inuyasha whispered to Sesshomaru. The demon responded by placing a hand on his mate's back.

 

“So, Father,” Sesshomaru began. “Shall we have a fair mating this time, at the height of the next full moon?”

 

Sesshomaru continued to stare down Inutaisho. Father, if you take this one request, I will forgive you, but just this once. I just want my rightful place without any more drama. I dislike spectacle, and I know that you do too.

 

Inutaisho opened his mouth, but no words came out. Kami help me. “Actually, in lieu of recent events, a second mating cannot be commenced.”

 

“What?” both brothers chorused in unison, but with completely different tones of voice.

 

“Myouga, you were right with what you told me earlier today.”

 

“My lord?”

 

Sesshomaru dug his nails into the table, the wood rotting away at the touch of his poison claws. If you tell him, it will hurt him even more than he is hurt now. I thought you were done with pain.

 

“The dynamics of a mating may be switched by the same process, but only if the first pairing has produced a living child. I will admit some foul play, and believe that this might be the solution best possible for everybody's sanity.”

 

Inuyasha was still greatly confused. He inferred that somebody had been carrying a pup but it was gone. Whose was it? Where did it go?

 

“Excuse me, but what the hell is going on here? Can we all just stop speaking in code? Just because I am the youngest doesn't mean I can't handle the truth!” Inuyasha growled.

 

Everyone just turned to stare at the hanyou. It was Inutaisho that spoke. “Since I have been asked to give up lying, I will not say any more on the subject. You might want to ask your mate.”

 

Sesshomaru looked about the room. It might be able to hold his demon form, but he wasn't sure. He knew it was far too small to accommodate his father's full form, which would work to his advantage should the need arise.

 

“Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha was staring at him expectantly. The inu youkai glanced at his hanyou mate before spacing his eyes out in the direction of the dining room floor. Curse him and our binding mark. Curse everyone!

 

Sesshomaru paused, choosing his words carefully. “I had an accident,” he said sharply. And by accident, I mean your pup, brother. And now thanks to your accident, I have to suffer this all over again and more.

 

Inuyasha drew a hand to hide his gaping mouth, the optimist within him drawing conclusions of his own. Sesshomaru!

 

In his mind, the hanyou raced through every possible thing that might have happened. Perhaps a trip down the stairs or something just as mundane and tragic.

 

He must be so sad to have lost his firstborn heir. I know he would never admit to the loss. Maybe that's why he's in denial over being able to re-mate ourselves.

 

“Son, I am sorry for your loss,” Inutaisho said. His youkai son glared at him, and took a step back from the table.

 

“Now that there is nothing left to say, I will take my leave, Father, Inuyasha,” he said flatly.

 

Sesshomaru left the table, willing his most arrogant stride to carry him away to another place. He should have done this long ago.

 

“Wait!” Inuyasha bounded after him. The pale youkai did not stop walking. “Sesshomaru, please!” he yelled. Catching up to him, he grabbed his eldest brother's arm.

 

Sesshomaru looked down at the floor. Now that his original plan had failed, he couldn't dare look his younger brother in the eyes. Now I live my life telling half truths just like you, Father.

 

He shook Inuyasha violently from him, slapping his hand away. “Don't touch me,” he whispered softly. I killed your pup in vain, and now am forced to feel your disgustingly pure physical contact, even if your intrusion was unwanted. I need nobody's pity. Especially not yours.

 

Watching his mate's pure white visage disappear from his vision, Inuyasha sank to his knees. Inutaisho came over to him, placing gentle hands on his youngest son's shoulders and resting his chin on the hanyou's head.

 

“I know this is hard. You've given him all that you can. Just let him go. He will come back to you,” he comforted. “They always do.”

 

The taiyoukai rubbed the furry ears that framed his son's head. “Come on. Let's go and do something else. Perhaps stargazing? I heard from my astrologer that a comet will be visible tonight.”

 

Inuyasha didn't budge. But Father, he refused me.

 

“It will be fun. I promise,” the taiyoukai begged.

 

“Fine.” Inuyasha stood up. Both dogs walked into the courtyard, hoping for the best.

 

xXx

 

(From the memories of Ryuukotsusei- about 1000 years in the past)

 

Ryuukotsusei ran his fingers through the moon silver hair. The smoothness and the softness of it never ceased to amaze him. It made his own violet curls feel so coarse under his hands. Never in a million years would he have believed his family, if they had told him in his boyhood that this snow driven beauty would be his mate. Nobility among youkai were not always the most attractive of beasts. After a life of battling to keep a title or a piece of land, many of the most powerful warlords were also the most ugly.

 

Inutaisho felt the appraising buzz of those emerald eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

 

The Lord of the West lay in bed with him, the slight bulge of a child showing through his skin, now that he wore no armor. The dragon placed his hand upon his mate's abdomen, feeling the tiny feet of the pup kicking up at him.

 

“That's a feisty one in there.”

 

“Yeah. Probably gets it from you. Gives me hell every day.”

 

“Well somebody's gotta do it when I'm not around.”

 

Ryuukotsusei's tail twitched as Inutaisho ran his hands up the side of the dragon's ribs. Just before it reached his armpit, the ryuu youkai caught his mate's hand and kissed it.

 

“What shall we name the child? I always kind of liked the name Akihiko.”

 

“No. Dragons never name their children anything like that.” Ryuukotsusei crossed his arms over his chest.

 

“Inuyasha?” He asked hopefully.

 

“No way in hell. Did you seriously just pull that out of your ass?” The dragon seethed. Inutaisho gave his lover a pleading look, but his mate's bemused expression did not change.

 

The dog demon sighed. “ Ichiro?”

 

The ryuu youkai shook his head. “Way too common.”

 

“Mamoru?”

 

The dragon covered his eyes with his forearm. “What is it with you and things to protect?”

 

Inutaisho cringed and burrowed apologetically into the side of his mate. “Fine. Sorry. Takehiko?”

 

“Maybe.” The dragon wavered his hand in only slight disapproval.

 

“Ungh! I give up. You're impossible.”

 

The child kicked again. Damn, this child has strength. I swear if he decides to tear out of my body like some creepy parasite…

 

“Then what do you suggest for the little hellion.” Inutaisho rested his head on the flat muscular chest, prompting Ryuukotsusei to cradle him in the crook of his elbow.

 

“What about Sesshomaru?” He mused.

 

The Lord of the West nearly choked on his own tongue. “Are you mad? That is just asking for a problem child.”

 

“It is what my parents considered naming me for a time.” The dragon looked away, feigning disinterest

 

“Oh.” The inu youkai hoped that his mate was not too offended. He tried to steer the topic to a different light. “Why did they change it?”

 

“My mother's older sister wanted to name her son Sesshomaru, and he was due first,” he stated simply.

 

The dog furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Well then, why the hell would we want to double dip a name?”

 

“Well, she ended up having a girl. Her powers of maternal youkai observation leave much to be desired. I just felt bad for the child when it woke up to a world who had been expecting a bouncing baby boy. Can you imagine how many gifts would have to be exchange?”

 

“Ah, I see.” Inutaisho thought about it a moment. “Well they could have still kept the name.”

 

Ryuukotsusei buried his face in his hand once more. There were just some things that dog demons never seemed to understand. “No! Just no! Female dragons are fierce, but we just don't name them things like the killing perfection.”

 

Inutaisho continued to dig himself deeper into his pit of verbal diarrhea. “Unless they dress to kill! I've met some sexy dragon ladies in my day.”

 

“You! You….you are…” Ryuukotsusei was at a loss for words that described his mate accurately. “You're just incredibly hopeless.”

 

Inutaisho smiled and kissed the dragon's white cheek. The ryuu demon pulled away only to grasp his lover's lips with his own. His long and thin forked tongue wrapped effortlessly around the dog's, effectively rendering it useless. He pulled his captive prize further into his mouth, causing Inutaisho to push forward and nip his lower lip slightly. The dragon grabbed a hold of his mate's length, which now threatened to make a tent out of their bed linens.

 

Inutaisho growled blissfully, enjoying the thumb that caressed over the tip of his cock in a slow but tantalizing circle. With a flick of his deep purple claw, Ryuukotsusei smiled as the dog jumped slightly when he hit the small ridge of flesh under the head of his cock. The dragon began to pump, using the sticky wetness that seeped from the top to let his hand glide over this love. Gently, he rotated his curled fingers and palm around the erection as he moved swiftly and decidedly up and down. The Lord of the West whined softly and pulled free from the kiss, electing instead to trace the dragon's nipples with a soft pink tongue.

 

Ripping the sheets from the mattress, Ryuukotsusei threw the cloth behind him, spreading Inutaisho's legs and then hoisting them over his shoulders. He gripped the butt cheeks that were now raised slightly from the bed and prized them apart, tracing the treasure between them just for a tease. The dragon roughly kissed and nibbled at the pure white inner thighs that sported beautiful purple stripes near their tops. He blew a gentle stream of air across the cock that pulsated gently, screaming out with the need for attention. Inutaisho whimpered with impatience, but didn't dare ask for more. He flexed his thigh muscles against the broad shoulders of his provider, trying to contain his yearning.

 

“I see,” Ryuukotsusei remarked dryly. “I think my puppy wants release.”

 

He flicked only the tip of his pronged tongue over the erection. The dog demon grasped at the mattress, puncturing holes in it unconsciously with his claws. Ryuukotsusei swirled his slick appendage down a little further, wrapping the ribbon of his tongue down the length like a carnal maypole. Still keeping his emerald eyes locked on the stare from his mate, he swallowed his mate fully, deep into the cavern between his lips. He constricted his mouth around his lover, allowing his best reptilian attribute to swivel around the smooth shaft while he scraped the head against the soft flesh at the back of his throat.

 

Inutaisho growled with pleasure, an earthy roar that only drove the dragon onward. Ryuukotsusei balanced the inu's weight solely on his shoulders, grasping at the dog's arms. He held them with a single hand, so that they crossed at the wrist. Inutaisho's back arched, as he pulled the inu youkai's arms back towards him, the tension of restraint only making him harder. Returning the other hand to his mate's rear, he forced a single finger into his anal passage, rubbing and pressing down upon that single firm spot. He ministrated faster and more firmly around Inutaisho's manhood, sucking and licking in a pleasure driven tempo.

 

With his mouth full of his mate's cock, Ryuukotsusei began to speak, letting his deep voice massage the erection with the words that they both understood no matter the context.

 

“Inutaisho, I love you.”

 

Inutaisho cried out, screaming Ryuukotsusei's name as loud as he could, feeling the release of his body flowing into the waiting throat. It made his entire body tremble violently as each new gush of his life force left his being. The dragon laughed at his mate's state. There was just something that rose within him and made him feel proud every single time he rendered the supreme, high, mighty, and powerful Lord of the West completely incapacitated with just a few tricks of the mouth.

 

Gently, he laid the dog demon down upon the bed, making sure to accidentally brush the very sensitive genitalia of his love. Inutaisho cringed slightly, but quickly hid it with an adoring smile.

 

“Ryuu, you never cease to amaze me. Even after all this time.” He wrapped his arms around the dragon and pulled him into bed beside him.

 

“Believe me, I know,” the ryuu youkai joked.

 

Looking down at his mate's belly, Ryuukotsusei traced the slightly visible orb of the developing pup. It was a restless beast; both parents could see the child's flailing movements in the womb. One particularly harsh kick made the inu taiyoukai curse with discomfort.

 

“Damn it! If this damn `perfect circle of death' kicks me in the ribs one more time, I am going to start charging the little bugger rent!”

 

The dragon couldn't help but laugh. He laid his head across his mate's abdomen and began to hum a lullaby, letting the vibrations from his throat bathe the infant in sound.

 

Mori no fukuro ga iimashita

watashi wa mori no mihari yaku

 

Kowai okami, kitsune nado
kosasenai kara ne ne shina

 

Inutaisho was stunned at the new usage of the dragon's voice. Soon the unborn inu pup was pacified, but the ryuu youkai still lay with his head across his mate, ear flush against his unborn son. He wondered what their child would look like. No children had ever been born in his mate's line that did not have the long silver hair or the eyes of liquid sunshine, but then again, the noble inu line had never been bred with the stock of the northern dragons. Both he and his mate had purple detailing on their faces, so the only real mystery was to the pattern of demon markings that the child would carry.

 

The child will be inu taiyoukai, but perhaps I can give him something of my own. Perhaps he may get my voice. I would be satisfied with that.

 

He was returned to the real world at the sound of Inutaisho's speech that was tinged with worry. “Ryuu, I have been thinking for a while on this, but I cannot come up with anything. This is the first mating between two males in the history of my lands. What should we have the pup call us?”

 

Ryuukotsusei bowed his head. “Well, in my family, my uncle had children from a mating with one of the tiger lords of the east. They are all dead now, but I was able to meet his young son before the war began on his territories.” He breathed deeply. “Because of this, I want the child to call you father.”

 

Inutaisho sat up straight in the bed. “But you are more the father than I, are you sure?”

 

“Yes.” The dog demon knew better than to question, even though he felt a little bit uncomfortable with the decision.

 

“Then what the hell would that leave you to be called?” He questioned. “Surely not mother.”

 

“No.” He shook his head. “Sire. I wish to be called his sire. It makes perfect sense; you are his father and I am his sire. It may be a little archaic, but we dragons have used it forever.”

 

“Sire.” Inutaisho pondered the feel of the word on his tongue. “That's a nice name.”

 

“Yes, I suppose it is.” Ryuukotsusei began to absent mindedly stroke his mate's hair. “I suppose it is.”

 

xXx

(back in the time of the present)

Kami, this better work.

 

Sesshomaru searched the area for signs of life. Finding none, he pushed open the door to the Lord's chambers. There was his savior, right where it had been left before. He padded over the spot where the blood had been earlier. Not a trace of scarlet had found its mark. Sesshomaru was a little disappointed that there was no stain on the wooden floor as a remembrance of the events that had happened there.

 

I want the fang.

 

The taiyoukai stooped to pick up Tetsuseiga, but stopped. The electric smell of his magically burnt flesh still echoed in his brain, in some ways alarming him more than the pain of the touch itself. Sword and demon continued the one-sided staring contest, only to end when Sesshomaru felt his anger dwarfed by personal embarrassment. Cursing the barrier on the sword, he turned to the rack of his father's blades. The very top rack, where Tetsuseiga should have rested, was empty and the two other katanas lay side by side in their respective holders. With appraising eyes, the dog demon stared at the two swords, not entirely daring to touch another after his encounter with Tetsuseiga. He traced a finger over Sou'unga's sheath.

 

Sou'unga could never work. It is made from the fang of a dragon from hell.

 

That left one other option for him. He closed his eyes and braced himself for pain as he reached out his clawed hand.

 

Sesshomaru picked up the Tenseiga from its holder, the sword that could save a hundred lives in one sweep. Slowly he opened one eye, just to make sure he was really holding it. He drew the blade just a few inches from the sheath, looking at himself mirrored within it.

 

Tenseiga, you are a useless sword in battle. However, you are still made from my father's fang. Perhaps you shall be useful to me, just this once.

 

Opening up a window and jumping through it, he escaped into the forest, the sword still grasped in his hand. Sesshomaru thrust it into his obi as he ran. It was strange to him how the handle bumped against his side with every step.

 

In fact, he didn't even have a sword of his own, though he had trained for years. He had begged his father to let him make one out of his own fangs when he was younger, but Inutaisho had always insisted that he wait a few thousand years before even considering making a sword from his own teeth. Something to do with the gathering of strength, in both body and youki. He hoped that one day he would inherit either the Tetsuseiga or the Sou'unga, if not all three swords.

 

Now that he was out of sight from the fortress, Sesshomaru concentrated his energy for flight. The cool breeze of the night air whooshed pleasantly by the sides of his face and dragged its fingers through his long hair so that it splayed back behind him. He loved how small the world became below his feet and how wide the horizon spread under him. Following the meandering path of a river, he reached the point where the water flowed into the sea.

 

This was a strange area of the country, one that he had never believed until he had been taken here as a child. The fractured cliffs and mountains were shrouded in the mist that was seeped in from the nearby ocean every night. Nimbly, Sesshomaru landed and hopped from rock to rock.

 

This will work.

 

He found himself standing directly in front of Ryuukotsusei. Even in his inu form, Sesshomaru could only hope to reach the height of the dragon's rampantly posed claws. It had been a while since he had the strength to visit this place. When Inuyasha was younger and Izayoi was alive, he would flee the castle to stand at the dragon's feet or climb into the center of the dragon's coiling body so that he could experience a hug one last time.

 

Sesshomaru used to come here often just to think; the crashing of the distant sea always relaxed him. He knew Inutaisho came here too, he could smell his past presence and the salt of his tears that he shed on the ground. The day that Izayoi was buried in the ground forever, he had hidden himself behind one of the rocks and watched his father grieving, waiting for him to remove the claw that was thrust so awkwardly above the dragon's heart. Still, he did not remove it.

 

Inutaisho had the ability of sealing. Whether or not Sesshomaru would have that same power, would be many centuries in coming. At the earliest, he would at least have to have lived a full millennium to garner enough spiritual energy to even try to discover if he had inherited the Western Lord's power. Sesshomaru wasn't sure if he wanted the ability or not. He despised tepid solutions to problems. All questions had a right and a wrong answer did they not? Life and death were the two choices. Eternal slumber was an embarrassment to the proud warrior that stood impaled against the cliff.

 

The taiyoukai had been planning how to reanimate his real father for quite some time now. His own poison acid wouldn't be able to dissolve away the claw and besides, he knew that Ryuukotsusei could only be revived by the one who sealed him. Sesshomaru could never get the dog lord to unseal his mate, but perhaps he could use a part of him.

 

Decisively, the youkai drew the Tenseiga and pointed it at the frozen dragon. Focusing his mind into the tip of the blade, he felt the strength of his father flow through the fang. Sesshomaru plunged the sword into the same wound left by the protrusion, the blade screeching as it scraped along the side of the claw.

 

Please let the claw recognize the fang.

 

Sesshomaru planted his feet on either side of the puncture wound, so that he was held perpendicular to the cliff. The claw punctured in deep, as deep as the blade was long. The youkai sawed around the girth of the claw, tracing the edge, separating it from the dragon skin that had scabbed up around it. Sesshomaru panted at the hard labor and leaned into the claw for more support.

 

Cerulean light flashed in a circle around the puncture and began to smoke. The daiyoukai jumped down off of the dragon as the claw began to disintegrate into a plume of white, swirling away into the light wind. Suddenly it fractured into a million fragments, each exploding outward and showering the ground below in tiny shards. After the rain of claw stopped, Sesshomaru dared to gaze up from behind his shielding arm.

 

The earth made a sick lurching sound as the dragon removed his body that had, over time, become one with the cliff. It twisted its spine to stretch the muscles that had been forsaken for centuries, the vertebrae cracking with each slight movement. His eyes flickered open, both those on his head and those in his mask, desperately searching for the one who had sealed him, seeking blood. However, there was no giant feather-furred dog to be found.

 

“Inutaisho! Show yourself, you cowardly dog,” he growled, his voice rasping with disuse.

 

“He is not here,” Sesshomaru said dryly. “I am the one who released you from this embarrassment. I am the only one who truly cares about you.”

 

Ryuukotsusei smelled the essence of a dog demon. The speaker was true. There was no Inutaisho, except for his remnants from past visits. Could he really have been freed by…?

 

The coiling dragon condensed himself, pulling his whirlwind of transformation close to him. His old human form had not been used in so many years; it felt awkward to his youki which fought to flee the lesser form. Finally, he stood in his human battle armor, face to face with what could have been the brother of his mate.

 

How many years have passed? Is this really who I think it is?

 

“Sire.”

 

Ryuukotsusei was dumbfounded by the sterling inu youkai who stood before him, holding out his mate's sword. When he had been sealed, his son had just recently reached his teenage threshold. He began to reach out to the stoic figure, but the fire in Sesshomaru's eyes retarded the gesture. The demon in the white kimono was no longer a child.

 

“Sesshomaru.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“How long have I been sealed here?”

 

“Over 200 years”

 

The dragon winced slightly. His gauntlets clattered against sword as he jumped involuntarily. He might have understood if he had been sealed for the length of that woman's mortal life, but 200 years.

 

That long, my love? Did you make that stupid wench immortal? If she is, I will slaughter you both.

 

Ryuukotsusei stared back at Sesshomaru, who remained impassive as he observed his sire's contemplation.

 

“Thank you for my freedom. There is something I must do. Surely you understand,” the dragon remarked curtly.

 

Sesshomaru nodded. “Go to him. No doubt he will be surprised to see you.”

 

The ryuu youkai, summoning his own purple youki entered flight. Sesshomaru watched it disappear over the cliffs and forests beyond. Then, he called upon his own spirit for transportation. This was something he had to watch.

 

A/N- I just wanted to define a couple of things for you guys from the RyuuK memory. The names used in their banter have these meanings:

 

Akihiko - bright shining prince

Inuyasha - dog forest spirit

Ichiro - first son

Mamoru - protect

Takehiko - soldier prince

 

Dealing with the name Sesshomaru: there are so many translations for it. Therefore I used my two personal favorites…`the killing perfection' (I believe there is a Sesshy shrine website with that name), and `the perfect circle of death', but I also know that it may be translated as `the destruction of the circle of life' as well. So there you have it. Some of the inside jokes I make with myself

 

And this is the translation for the song that RyuuK sings to Sesshomaru when he is in utero:

The forest owl said
I am the guardian of the forest

fearsome wolves and kitsune and the like
won't be allowed to come near, so sleep, sleep

 

I used to spend a lot of my time in choral training when I was elementary/middleschoolish and it was one of my favorite songs that I had to sing for that, as well as being a Japanese lullaby.

 

Next update includes some very pretty declarations of brotherly love. I am soooo excited to start writing it.

 

Thanks a lot for the support! Reviews are appreciated greatly.

 

And speaking of reviews… here are my replies. Sorry I didn't do them last chapter. I have no excuse…just stupidity on my part.

 

rin_sama1989- thanks a lot. I don't do fluff very often, but I don't think it turned out too hideous.

 

nekoyoukie- yeah…about the fluff…I didn't know that I could do that either, lol. Thanks!

 

sesshys_numba1_gurl- thanks! I hope you like his progression through this. I am trying as hard as I can to keep him in character.

 

CrimsonInHumanBlood- I hope this satisfies you for the time being? I know InuT didn't do it, but lets face it…I'm not sure he ever would. *pokes him* I am sorry that I forgot to put in the review replies for the last chapter…I feel horrid now that I realize that.

 

rin^^ - thanks a lot for the support. I know I always hated it when writers were just like…they hate each other and then BAM!!!! UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! *shakes head* Yes, love is freely given, but sometimes it must be earned.

 

Nikkie23534- thanks a lot. See you around