Heeeey, bear with me guys! A lot of ideas in my head with this one. *mischievous smirk*

I own nothing. But this laptop and my wild wild imagination. And several more things, but most importantly, not InuYasha & co :\

The sun was setting on a beautiful fall afternoon. Fallen leaves and flowers from the nearby Sakura trees fluttered throughout the air in an almost whimsical manner. The sun was slowly receding, making way for the night's full moon to ascend into the nighttime sky. The beauty of the western palace was reflected radiantly in the mixture of the purple and pinkish-orange glow the setting of the sun cast over the land. His land.

Prince Sesshoumaru leaned over the railing of the balcony situated outside of his bed chambers, stoic gaze set on the colorful sky, yet lost in thought. For three moons the prince had been lost in his own thoughts. In all his years of living – 499 summers to be exact, he had never put much thought to whom his intended mate should be, nor did he see the need to until he saw it fit. But that was all put to an abrupt halt 3 days ago, upon the morning of his 499th year.

*flashback*

A swift, hard knock could be heard on the other side of the mighty dog demon's bed chamber doors. Very little sleep was required of him, being such a mighty and powerful demon and all, so he wasn't too perturbed by the intrusion. No, it was not until the annoying, bug-eyed retainer of his – Jaken, made his presence known by the squawking of his name. "Lord Sesshoumaru! Lord Sesshoumaru!" Growling in annoyance he swiftly walked over to the wooden doors of his quarters and thrust them open, revealing the ever so annoying creature before his eyes.

"Good morning my lord!" Jaken said while avoiding his master's death glare. "I am sorry for my intrusion, but I was given this," he spewed out as quickly as he could, while motioning to a scroll in his leathery green, toad-like hand "to give to you, from a messenger who arrived at the gates of the western fortress early this morning!" Jaken then handed said scroll over, pronounced his many apologies again before scurrying off in any direction but his wrathful lord's. He knew his master well enough to know the contents of that scroll would undoubtedly erect the prince's wrath.

Less than three minutes later a loud, angry growl could be heard throughout the whole western kingdom. Sesshoumaru's deadly glare now directed at the offending contents of the message he received from the western council, he paced his room while giving the scroll another quick glance.

"Prince Sesshoumaru, congratulations on your 499th year, and more importantly the beginning of a new chapter in your life." said letter began "As you well know, at the age of 500 years a prince is eligible to take the throne. IF, all prerequisites for the ascension of the throne are complete. You have proven to be a more than capable leader, ruler, and heir to the western lands. However, you are lacking one of the most important assets of a wise and respected ruler – a wise and respected mate. In order to secure the future of the western lands should any harm befall you after the ascension of the throne, the western council requires that a mate be taken, and an heir be conceived or sired before the time of your 500th summer. In doing so, you will undoubtedly prove that you are no longer a pup, and ready to assume your duties as king of the west. The choice of mate is yours, but you must remain within the timed guidelines for your claim to the western throne to hold any value. Should you refuse, or fail to successfully claim and pup a mate, all rights to the western kingdom will be left open to the next inline. Please remember the seriousness of this matter, and inform the council of your decision at your earliest convince. Much regard, Daichi."

*end flashback*

Recognizing Daichi as one of his late father's own most trusted advisors, Sesshoumaru knew that the letter he received read only the truth. Running a calloused, dangerously clawed hand through his long sliver hair in an obvious sign of frustration he began reflecting on the contents of that damned letter once more.

The fact was, he would not now, or ever just simply give up his rights as ruler of the west. It was his constant patrolling of the lands, his hand constantly filling out mountains of paperwork, his skillful mind and body that provided the best care for his subjects. Nevertheless losing his rights to the throne would consequently result in the filthy half-breed's inheritance of all that he worked so hard for. No, these lands belonged to none other than him, and he would be sure to do all that was necessary to keep them.

The dusk slowly faded into night as the mighty Inu lord let the many images of possible mates flash through his mind. He would need a strong, fertile onna to grace his side. One with beauty and intellect, one which he could challenge mentally and physically, and vice versa. She must be caring and kind, as to see to his needs, and the needs of their pups. Above all, she would be respectful. The demon lord had no tolerance for an unruly, out of place, ill-mannered bitch. It simply would not do. His female was to be obedient to his wishes. Tending to the needs of her mate and pups should come first. To be respectful and well-mannered, and as poised as any bitch of his should be. And in return he would protect her and offer a luxurious home, food, stability, riches, pleasure, and enough pups to keep any woman busy.

His inner beast purred happily in anticipation of a female companion to grace his side daily, and his bed nightly. It had been far too many moons since his beast had been able to quell his lust for a female. Being a dog demon Sesshoumaru was perverse to the usual animal-like, wild lust lesser demons seemed to not be able to control. No, he preferred the rutting of a bitch to be for the use of pro-creation and his pleasure. And possessing the great trait of loyalty, Sesshoumaru did not see the need to bed women unnecessarily. Because of such his beast had suffered through many painful mating seasons in their still very young lives. When he deemed the time fit, he would commit himself fully to one onna… The one most deserving of his... affections, protection, status, seed, and commitment.

Mentally sighing the young prince retreated into the soft pelts that draped over his massive futon. His eyes gazing at the space next to him, which in less than 350 moons he intended to be filled with the womanly presence of, well.. A woman. The lack of sleep the Inu lord endured throughout the past several nights, due to the constant wondering of his mind, finally took its toll on the stubborn warrior and he drifted into an unconscious slumber.

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