InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ Breaking all the promises that I keep making to myself… ( Chapter 18 )

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Notes: Musings and taking responsibility…

 

Genre: Drama, romance…
Rating: R
Codes: Mir/Sess
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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 18

Breaking all the promises that I keep making to myself…

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Sesshomaru wasn't certain he was completely satisfied with his decision to allow InuYasha to keep tetsusaiga. The sword should rightfully be his. But he had thought long and hard about it and as much as he despised his father's decision regarding Izayoi and the resulting son, he had to admit his brother was more than he had ever believed he could become. He had observed the hanyo, fought him and lost repeatedly and fallen into the same trap as his father. He would never see hanyo offspring with Miroku, much to the relief of his reputation and the world itself, but he had fallen in love with a ningen, just like his brother and father. He was no longer better than they for that reason. InuYasha was learning to control the tetsusaiga better than he had ever imagined the boy doing and had, Sesshomaru decided, earned the right to wield it.

 

He told no one that a mortal woman who loved him had been the one to steal the sword. Nor that she had done so to gift it to him. She was dead and no one needed to know. He hoped she played her flute for him, as he requested. He also told no one that he had found Kagura's body, freshly slain by the poison, days before, or that he had tried to revive her, or that tenseiga failed. He supposed it was for the best, but he would have dearly liked to have extracted information from her before she died. He supposed there never really was anything to revive. It did assure him that they were on the right path.

 

He was satisfied with his decision to give Rin to Miroku and happy that Rin had accepted the change. He had worried often about what would happen when the girl ceased being a child and became a human woman with less innocent needs. He was certain Miroku would know better than he what to do with her, how to find her an appropriate mate, et cetera. Not having to worry about Rin was also a relief. The girl could no longer be used against him (or so he told himself).

 

He had moments of jealousy when he would observe Miroku watching the demon slayer. He had never seen Miroku look at him in the same way. But as soon as the jealousy emerged, it withdrew. After all, it was his bed that the monk shared and Sesshomaru didn't plan to stay around forever. He was a dog, not a wolf. Mating for life was not one of his priorities. Another trait he shared with his father. He suspected that InuYasha did not inherit that characteristic from their father, though. The boy hadn't learned from falling in love with one miko, he had to repeat the mistake with her reincarnation. He had been disturbed to discover that particular bit of information about his brother's weakness. Would he chase the soul from life to life until he died? Or was this just a strange coincidence?

 

He wondered at his brother's hesitation in taking the girl as a mate, though. She was easily childbearing age, yet he had never detected the scent of sex on either of them, despite the musk of their mutual desire. They had certainly had longer to bond than he had taken with Miroku. He decided it must be a peculiarity of either the girl or the time she came from. Or perhaps his brother was waiting for the destruction of their mutual foe before taking her.

 

His musings were interrupted when a familiar scent reached him. He froze and glanced back at Rin, who was happily chattering with Shippo. Rin stopped talking when all the youkai in the group froze. Sango and Kagome went quiet a moment later. InuYasha's hand went to the hilt of the tetsusaiga. A moment later, the source of the scent passed from the trees into view.

 

He stared at them with haunted eyes, not moving or making a sound. Sesshomaru heard Kagome gasp and Sango stopped breathing. It was a while before anyone said anything to him. Sesshomaru had last seen these eyes in the form of a threat to Rin. But this time, they weren't blank.

 

“Kohaku?” Rin asked.

 

“Kohaku!” Sango exclaimed.

 

“Sis…” the boy whispered before falling to his knees. InuYasha released the sword and caught him. Sesshomaru remembered the group defending the boy from him before. He now knew why—the boy was the brother to the demon slayer. She ran to him and put her arms around his shoulders. After a minute, the boy gripped her back and began sobbing silently. “I remember… I remember it all, now.”

 

“It wasn't your fault,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. Sesshomaru watched it all dispassionately. The boy pushed her away, pain in his eyes.

 

“I can't stay, but I had to see you,” Kohaku said as he stood up. Sango got to her feet as well and met his grief-stricken eyes. “As long as I have this shard in my back, he might take me over again.”

 

“Naraku,” Sesshomaru said. Kohaku turned to him and nodded. “Then why not remove the shard?” Kohaku's eyes widened.

 

“If we remove it, he'll die!” Sango exclaimed angrily. Kohaku reached around behind himself.

 

“I'd rather be dead than his puppet,” he said softly. Sesshomaru noticed the boy now, a small twinge of something shadowing respect (as he couldn't fully respect a mortal) filling him for this boy. The boy who had challenged him, defied him to end his life. This boy who shared the same sentiment as Sesshomaru himself: better death than at the mercy of someone else's whims. Kohaku, Sesshomaru thought. His name is Kohaku.

 

“Then die,” Sesshomaru stated simply. He stepped forward and touched the boy's back. Kohaku turned and looked at him, then opened his shirt and lowered it. The scar of the shard was visible. Sango's eyes widened and traveled down to Tenseiga. Sesshomaru gave her the barest of nods, and then slid his claws into the young mortal's flesh, pulling out the shard. The body crumbled and Sesshomaru touched Tenseiga, waiting. It wasn't long and the underworld beings appeared. He barely thought about it as he sliced them and their hold on the spirit of Kohaku. A moment later, Kohaku opened his eyes. Sesshomaru walked away and left the siblings to their reunion, flicking the shard at Kagome, having no use for it.

 

“Is that how my lord saved Rin?” Rin asked him, shyly. Sesshomaru nodded. “Domo arigato gozaimasu, Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin exclaimed, then, much to his surprise, threw her arms around him in a show of affection, then ran back to the others. Sesshomaru expected to be irritated, but found himself pleased instead. The girl had shown him proper gratitude, making him feel justified in her resurrection. None of this passed his features, of course, except a tiny smile that only Miroku would have recognized had he been watching. As it was, Miroku was observing Sango's reunion with Kohaku.

 

Sesshomaru watched Miroku, enjoying the sensation that coursed through him at the sight of his lover. He did prefer the company of men most of the time. Occasionally, a woman would catch his interest and he had been in love exactly twice before, both with women, but he preferred Miroku to either of them. Women talked too much, especially during intimate acts. He couldn't bear it when someone talked during lovemaking. He felt it condescending if they praised him, distracting if they directed him with words rather than their body and when they used filthy language… He shuddered inwardly. He didn't like vulgarities during regular speech. He despised it when the attempts were erotic. He believed foul language was for peasants, commoners and when the need to express something vehemently enough arose. His brother annoyed him tremendously on this account.

 

He mused over his feelings for Miroku and thought about what he had done. Certainly, his high opinion of Kohaku had spurred him to use Tenseiga, but there was a deeper motivation. Having her brother back would preoccupy the demon slayer so much that she should completely cease her brooding, lifting Miroku's mood and cause the division of his attention to end. He would have nothing to think about except Sesshomaru, at least for a few nights. Sesshomaru's smile widened, ever so slightly.

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Sesshomaru's plan worked. Kohaku, free of Naraku, occupied Sango so much so that she didn't make a single biting comment for two days as they traveled. It also had an added bonus: Miroku was so happy for Sango and grateful to Sesshomaru for being helpful, he paid special attention to the taiyoukai and performed certain acts that Sesshomaru found particularly pleasing.

 

“Sesshomaru,” Sango called. He turned to face her. There was anger painted across her face, but instead of striking, as she looked about to do, she took his hand between both her own and squeezed. “Thank you so much for freeing my brother.” She bowed slightly, even closed her eyes as she did. Then she dropped his hand and turned away. “I hate you for the monster you are, or have been.” He stared at her back as she spoke and said nothing. “I don't hate you for taking Miroku. That's my fault. But if you hurt him, I'll see that you pay.” Sesshomaru smiled slightly at the threat as she walked away.

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To be continued…

 

Hmm. Seems if a certain monk can't make a decision, the choice will be taken away.