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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi (She was, and is an amazing person.)
Author's Notes (You are recommended to read the numbers of this note to have a better understanding on where this supposed to be one-shot came from, where it was not started with a number, you can ignore and read on to the fic without fearing of missing out anything you should know.)
1. This is set about 500 years later into the future, Kagome's modern timeline. She was mentioned briefly here and there but that's all. Kagome won't appear as an over-important character in this chapter and any possible other ones after this if I decide to add more (which I did a year later... *sweat*)
2. Inuyasha is a two months old human-looking child at the point of this one-shot.
3. If you have problem with incest and Inucest (mother/son and fraternal), I recommend you turn back this instant. If you didn't listen to me, I wouldn't want to listen to you either. We are even.
The supposed one-shot was a sequel for a commission I received and completed the day before this chapter was written. It would never come online unless the person commissioned it gave an okay. And I lost the original copy anyway (with my old laptop). There will be mentions of what happened led to the events in this fic to not raise so much confusion, but that's all there is to it. I am still sulking for losing the first one and my heart is too heavy to rewrite it with bits of ideas of what happened in it very vague.
I have bad English, if anyone was kind enough to point out my mistakes, I'd be appreciate.
I. Troubles in Paradise
Warning: Inucest, sadistic violent tendency, suggestive theme.
In his lavishly decorated bedroom (personal opinion of Lord Kouga), found the current Great Dog General Sesshoumaru sitting crossed legs on his equally luxurious multi-layers fur mattress. Outwardly he appeared to be as bored as ever, giving no indication of how his mind recently had come up with the millions and one scenarios could have happened whilst he reposed where he was, patiently waiting for something, or someone.
At billions and half another one scenarios, the clock barely jumped for another six minutes, his pointy ears picked up at the soft click sound, piercing golden eyes darted in the direction of the brownish wooden door, zeroed in the exact point where the handle was turned. The two unmistakable and familiar scents whiffed over his nose, immediately squashed and brushed off the rest of bad things might happen his mind had yet to come up with, in time for said door opened to give entry for the current Lady of their Empire and the most treasure being in their world, little two months old Inuyasha.
Upon seeing his elder sibling, Inuyasha, had been bouncing excitedly in his Mother's arms a few seconds prior, squealed and renewed his wriggling, extended his little hands toward Sesshoumaru, whom in a flash human eyes could never catch on, was by the female's side. With the utmost gentleness morally questionable by many of his kind, Sesshoumaru caught the hyper child in his embrace, nanosecond after Inuyasha decided to be devious beyond his body's age and leaped off the Lady's loosen hold, trusting her Lord's swiftness to prevent Inuyasha from hurting himself. Inuyasha cooed and turned to a giggle fit when Sesshoumaru kissed his chubby cheek before burying his nose in baby soft midnight locks. The closeness and scents of his last two family members always calmed his restless nerves every time after his little one and the Lady were out of his sight, a fact Sesshoumaru didn't bother to hide behind closed door.
The Lady silently watched the not so rare display of affection between her sons as She frequently did and hardly ever missed any chance. Lost in her trance, She was partly startled when the familiarity touch of his lips on her forehead registered, brought her back to reality, in addition with a realization of how she had gotten so used to have his hand wrapped around the small of her back in unconscious possessiveness. With Inuyasha securely nestled in his right arm and Mokomoko, he led them to the mattress. Sesshoumaru was not to be blamed for his extra precaution given how their little restless ball of energy once tried jumping out of his arm to his Mother's upper Mokomoko when they had least expected it, successfully gave the two adult-demons a good taste of human kind's deadly plague called heart attacks. Inuyasha happily rolled around once he was deposited in the sea of furs and furs, yipped and babbled in his baby language non-stop, with the two demons keeping their ever watchful gazes on him.
"How was your outing?" Sesshoumaru asked after he settled down, his head on her lap, contented with the tell-tale of her delicate fingers weaved through his silken hair, gently massaged his scalp.
"It went rather well for the most part." She said softly, for a short moment her eyes flickered away from Inuyasha to her eldest son, whose steady eyes still firmly on their mutual object of affections, "He missed you."
"Is that so." Sesshoumaru let out a huff of laughter at his appreciation.
As if picking up his brother's heightened pleasant mood, Inuyasha pounced and covered the Demon Lord's entire face with his lithe form, squealing loudly at his victory. The child looked at his Mother, big amethyst eyes shining with innocent happiness in contrary to his wide impish grin. The Lady leaned down and pecked on one chubby cheek then the other in reward. Inuyasha clapped his little hands and threw them in the air with a joyous laugh when she drew back, all the while bouncing relentlessly on his war-prisoner's Mokomoko until said prisoner rolled side-way, dropped the tiny bundle back to the mattress with little to none damage. The Lord and Lady had personally seen to it that there would be nothing could cause any harm to Inuyasha anywhere the little one would wander in the house, with or without observation. With a glint in his molten eyes locked on the small one's dearest diamonds, Sesshoumaru let a low rumble in his throat escape. As if triggering their ever old time brother rivalry, Inuyasha answered with one of his own, and how endearing it was, when he sounded more like a cat meowed than a puppy gnarred. Neither of the two demons cared because the chime of hee-haw followed after was too precious to be legal. Inuyasha pounced on the other demon again, both of them rolled around the mattress this time. More like Inuyasha rolled around the mattress, squealing with giggle fits and tried to escape the devil demon fingers tickled all over the tiny form, brought him closed to tear that was licked away by the Demon Lord before any could escape.
Sesshoumaru hardly laughed in his entire life saved for that one time after the pact he made in the lands beyond the Gate of Hell to snatch Inuyasha back from the hands of Death. In echo ever after, his smiles unconsciously bloomed over these years did get wider, and that in itself was more than enough. The bitter past they all shared at one point was now only a warning whisper somewhere deep in their souls, reminding them of what could have repeated again, all the more pushed them forth to protect what they had in the now and kept it this way because they wouldn't have it any other way. The Lady also had a smile of her own played in her lips, watching the two beings so matter in her eternity of a lifetime, for they were the very reason for her to look forward to another sunrise spending with them. How ironic, up until almost five centuries ago, time was meaningless and life was so dull.
Having a child in your care was tiresome in a pleasant way. Their little midnight ball shined more than daylight itself was a screaming reality of that fact. As if the baby Inuyasha had this unexplainable everlasting energy to spend, included the ability to have even the greatest demon in history wrapped around his little fingers and bowed down to his whims. The Lady watched with open amusement as Sesshoumaru laid on his back, balancing his squirming baby brother on his chest, trying all his Lord-ness to calm Inuyasha down with little to no success seeing how it was proven just that for many times already.
"Even within our own society there are countless willing to kill just to see their oh so beloved Lord like this. I am very fancy the human invention of camera, now where did you hide it, Sesshoumaru?" The Lady commented airily as if she had asked what he would like to have for dinner instead. Her lips curled up more at his half-heartedly scowl sending her way, weak enough to convey his annoyance but not strong enough to let her think he was agitated with her carefree behavior because there was none. She promptly ignored his silent demand her to do something, preferably stopped sitting there being all lethally ethereal and actually help! "This would help you look more approachable to others of our kind, Sesshoumaru."
"And even help to raise their overly ludicrous hope of replacing you in this house, I'm sure." Sesshoumaru part-growled part-hissed at her so as not to scare the little Inuyasha in his arms too much at the sudden change in his mood.
They had experienced it first hand on the very first day how sensitive Inuyasha was at picking up emotions of any living beings nearby. Not that it had been many since Inuyasha only glued to the two demons he lived with.
Sesshoumaru's head found her lap again and he placed Inuyasha in-between them, whom contently settled to snuggle his elder sibling's neck within instance. His Mokomoko entwined with hers and cocooned their little family in an overprotective embrace.
The notion of anyone replacing her was obviously far too impossible beyond the stretch of reality, but this ridiculous idea-turned-ambition amongst their peers in the Demon Society was quickly spread and acted upon, despite the absurdity even at the sound of it. His daily routine had spent snarling and snapping his jaws at any imbecile's neck who dared to even look at her the wrong way, let alone think of how to place the mark of courting ceremony on her without losing their entire clan in the process. The Great Dog General Sesshoumaru didn't make threats or promises, he was just 'forced' to wipe out one or two demon races in necrotic warning and chichi demonstration to what they should not have forgotten of his capabilities, least the rest of those fools wanted to be funny behind his back. The demon population was few as it was in modern era, why causes for him to help making it fewer kept sprouting their heads? It was the least of his worry, but for some unfathomable reasons, She cared. Anyhow, all was said and done while She was sound asleep with Inuyasha protectively in her arms, on time the night was still young and he never failed in returning to their bed before She noticed the absent of her eldest son, the one with higher wanderlust and bloodlust tendency than the other much, much younger one.
One would think when Sesshoumaru established his own Empire then he would be having the life of a King like many Kings out there, as in living an easy life with a healthy collection of harems here and there, maybe even had unknown children of his blood running around somewhere, too.
A King he was alright. However, in reality that very few got to know and still alive, his so-called harem was a myth. It was a popular tidbit of information the great and beautiful Lord Sesshoumaru had taken no one and showed interested in nothing, despite interests and suitors showered him from head to toes with sweet promises and undying affections, all the more so ever since he officially succeeded his Father's title as the Great Dog General at his Coming of Age Ceremony a little more than four and a half centuries ago. This fact, of course, excluded the sole Royal Demon female that gave birth to him also being the last of his race with pure demonic bloodline might be one of the many reasons, and a well-hidden Inuyasha.
Upon seeing that Sesshoumaru would not plan to take a mate, even a temporary one anytime soon (Lords knew just how many social gatherings he brushed off in the past centuries), their target changed slightly. Now in additional, they dared aiming at the other remaining one of his kin, the Lady, as well. And thus the perfect solution for his pent-up irritation and cold fury was found. With absolute insanity glee mixed in ruthless ancient malicious, that first night when the moon was full being the sole witness alive to tell the tale of once proud and large demon clan was completely lost to the living world by the hands of only one living being. There were plenty suspicions arose that pointed at Sesshoumaru being the savaged sinner, for he didn't even tried to hide the proofs against him by any means, but none dared to question. They had to further admit his prowess which had come very far for them to ever dream of opposing him, least turning themselves into his enemies. The episode, even more so, made Lord Sesshoumaru the most desirable being in many ways.
That had managed to scare off some and provoke more persistent ones at their doorstep. For if one was taken as his or her mate, they would have all of what were his at their beck and call. If only he hadn't promised her he wouldn't overkill anything so much in her present... Certainly, he didn't promise her he would behave when her back turned, that was so legitimated and he liked the sound of it. His inner, more childish-self tittered satanically, its eyes gleamed cruelly in the deepest part of his soul.
Little Inuyasha, as innocent as a child was, picked up on his sibling's sudden merry mood and stared into the smoldering gold irises with big eyes in wonder, mouth an O shape, showing his little teeth sets and tiny fangs he had acquired a little after the moment he licked Sesshoumaru's blood, when the demon had accidentally cut his finger whilst trying to figure out how to make up a bottle of formula milk. Sesshoumaru had locked himself and Inuyasha away. After almost submerging the whole camouflage made the Fortress of the Red Moon looked no different than a humanity possible of extravagant mansion in her demonic poison, She found him clinging to Inuyasha for dear life, his entire frame trembling so hard with glazed eyes on the verge of hysteria, muttering apologies to the restless Inuyasha repeatedly like a mantra, believing he had failed his baby brother, her and himself by his recklessness and uselessness. She had not known what more agony, the sight of her eldest son broken like that, or his refusal in finding consolation in her and insisting on resolving everything came his way alone even if he couldn't and would never acknowledge it.
But She had never felt so alive being presented with obstacles came with life, something She wouldn't even bother with before. So if that had been how Sesshoumaru dealt with this situation, then she would deal with hers in her own way. So if Sesshoumaru was stubborn and wouldn't seek her help, then she would make him do just that, starting by forcing him. His face had been satisfactorily priceless when he calmed down enough to finally register the numbness seeped into his limbs, paralyzed by the poisonous demonic wires wrapped around him and subdued him, enough to have Inuyasha safety pried away from him, crying and kicking in distress. Sesshoumaru almost howled in rage at having Inuyasha ripped from him again had he not seen his precious brother cradled in her arms. He averted his gaze, but not before She caught the hint of shame shimmering in his bloodshot eyes at that moment.
Inuyasha meanwhile had ceased his struggling and was lulled into a sense of security by her serene aura, but he was still a little on edge because of Sesshoumaru's lingering negative emotional state. Priority of the situation was Inuyasha, but he had proven to be healthy so far, which piqued her curiosity, a lot. With that reassurance, She sat by Sesshoumaru's rigidly bound form on the mattress and process to further check on the child. Sesshoumaru couldn't keep on looking anywhere but his family for long. In fact, his gaze had zeroed on her from the first movement she made, still holding Inuyasha. Her keen hearing had picked up the unstable beating pace of his heart as time went by and the quieter Inuyasha had become, only by listening to Inuyasha's calm breathings and steady heartbeats helped reigning most of his more violent instincts in.
The current Lady was a mystery even among her own family, it was how she was. She faced everything with a sense of indifference, hardly ever let anyone, even her own mate picked on her emotions let alone her thoughts. In that instant, Sesshoumaru had never stopped praying for her facial feature to keep on staying that way, which meant everything was under control and within her knowledge to get it done in her favor.
Had he been any lesser than he was, Sesshoumaru would have been reduced to a whimpering pup at the first sight of her frown, it was barely visible, a tiny crease cause by a rare twitch of her brow, left him feel like a condemned sentence of forever losing the most, if not all, part of his soul with no way to gain back had fallen upon his being. He almost flinched when She finally lifted her head to look at him with an expression for the life of himself Sesshoumaru could never tell the meaning behind it. Air ceased flowing in the direction of his lungs, what left inside forever stuck where it was, because his abnormal breathings all halted when She leaned down, her nose brushed the side of his cheek, her soft exhales scorched his skin in its wake, leaving cold eerily whispered the back of his neck at the same time, a kiss on his neck right over his pulse was the only warning before her fangs pierced skin, the bite hardly left any pain registered in his person, but the suction feeling right after shocked him to the core. That had been Inuyasha's tiny, underdeveloped fangs in places of her larger ones. A human's fragile defense system could hardly withstand the poison in demon blood for even half a moment, and Inuyasha was only a human infant. How could She do this to him! His eyes accused her with disbelief and betrayal, but the look didn't last long when She openly let him read her answer. If he couldn't find it in himself to trust her even after what they had been through, then She would force him to. The fierce determination reflected in her eyes only added into the mass of enhanced magnetic that made her the one and only by then, more than she had already been.
"A small lick of your blood sated his immense hunger then, and sustained him until now, what make you think he would ever approve of any less than perfection, which I may add, he was more than worthy of, My Lord?" She purred by his ear before delivering a sharp nip at the oversensitive pointy edge for good measure.
Sesshoumaru had long gave up the loathing he harbored against his Father for ever leaving his Mother. That meant She was a fair game for the chase by their own Rules the Human Society could never understand. First thing being, She rightfully belonged to him, Sesshoumaru. He was more than happy to have it that way, preferably for the timeline of their forever. After all the females of his kin would never settle themselves for any less than perfection, too, and had she not just verbally acknowledged him as such for yet another time?
There was a reason why only the best of the best was chosen by the females, because any less would be equal useless. For the instant Sesshoumaru was about to finalize the claim he had on her by default, after Inuyasha was tucked in with a satisfied tummy, safely away from possible mental scarring for life if Sesshoumaru was to have his way, the table turned. His blood boiled in a less sensual manner and more on agitation that let him knew She got him right where She wanted, and not the other way around even as he was the one towering over her. She jabbed continuously and mercilessly at how could the great and powerful Lord got his precious and royal blood spilled while fixing a human infant beverage. Sesshoumaru promptly ignored her, and gave a good whipping to Lord Kouga, for his daring to even point out he was pouting. This Lord Sesshoumaru didn't pout, you imbecile!
What worse, She even got Inuyasha's Legendary Puppy Eyes on her side! Sesshoumaru decided it was his grave mistake to leave Inuyasha alone with her for too long when he was forced nicely by the She-devil herself to go and perform his duties of the King he was. This was too dangerous. What if She rubbed off on his baby sibling, but even that had come to his attention now, it would be all too late to change anything at this point. He was left to seethe silently, suddenly not for the first time coming to an understanding with his Father as to why he had run off most of the time! While Sesshoumaru had been over it, that didn't mean things didn't leave a bitter taste in his buds on rare occasions. Simply ignoring it never happened was just typical running away from the matter and Lord didn't even want to know where that would have led them had it been the case… So Sesshoumaru got his hands full fending off his perpetual scheming Mother and winning back Inuyasha by his side with or without the annoyance in dealing with imbeciles outside. If only Inuyasha was still tearing up at any ally of justice speech like he did five centuries ago! Alright, the half-demon didn't shed tear but the general meaning stood. Seriously, competitors everywhen and everywhere! Back then, minus the Lady Izayoi, there were those two priestesses for two human's lifetimes. And now, lo and behold, this was his own Mother, who also had an eternity to run his patient thinner at her leisure pace.
Little Inuyasha tilted his head, soft dark eyebrows crunched up and wrinkled his tiny nose in confusion as too many waves of different emotions washed over him. Had he acquired the memories once upon a time when he was in this era with Kagome, the "roller-coaster" word would be a sorry understatement to help him describing his elder demon sibling's moods until now. He was feeling down one moment, the next he was happy, then down, then happy, on and on. Unable to follow anymore, Inuyasha jutted his tiny pale pink bottom lip and puffed his chubby rosy cheeks, causing the Lady had the urge to keep him in place and did just that upon seeing the change in his usual energetic self. She looked over at her eldest son's expression and raised an eyebrow in question at his unconscious upturned lips, far too devious to be more of a friendly gesture like it had been recently and closer to what it had originally meant, still the bad habit he wouldn't get rid of after over a thousand years walking on earth. At least it gave off the warning bell to any poor soul he had decided to torture, though close to none ever got the chance to really escape.
A tug at her kimono's sleeve got her away from the musing, She turned her eyes back to Inuyasha, the child looked at her and pointed at Sesshoumaru. The Lady tilted her head and blinked was the giveaway for her confusion. Inuyasha still giggled impishly and held his hands over his head, wanted her pick him up, which She did despite not seeing where this was going but accompanied her little partner in crime nonetheless. Inuyasha pulled her neckline, waving his other hand in Sesshoumaru's direction, this time she got the idea. Keeping herself from trembling in laughter still couldn't help her own lips curling up, She discreetly lower Inuyasha.
At first Sesshoumaru couldn't discern that sweet sensation, but when it came again and stayed a bit longer this time, he couldn't help a pleased low purr rumbled in his throat before blinking his eyes from the midst of his pondering to realize his unconscious instinctual reaction. He came face to face with a toothy grinning Inuyasha just as his precious did it again. His eyes comically widened, glued to the sight of tiny peach color tongue darted out of those small pink lips, the tip of that wandering appendage softly brushed his nose, leaving a wet tingling sense for the cold air of their surroundings to feed off greedily. Heat raised up his cheeks, Sesshoumaru looked over Inuyasha's uncontrollable grinning form once the child was fully deposited in his face, squealing and licking him again, to see the Lady covered her lips with her sleeves, her shoulders shook. More red darkened his once pale cheeks and before he became even more verecund than he already was, Sesshoumaru turned his head and buried his face in the front of her stomach, held the snuggling Inuyasha close to his neck.
"My Lord, so hard to get, and so easy to please." She sniffed, not putting much effort in controlling her snicker at his expense as her fingers resumed working magic on his scalp.
The effect of his legendary death glare, if normally did nothing to her, now coupled with the blush still decorating his cheeks exotically, could only do so much as to get another giggle out of her blended with Inuyasha's all over the room.
Sesshoumaru wouldn't tell her how these sounds they made heal the wounds in his soul one after another and hardly ever failed in soothing his restless spirit at night when nightmares deemed him vulnerable enough to come back and haunt him all over again.
Even these two more often than not ganging up on him, Sesshoumaru wouldn't dream of trading this life time for anything else.
Because this happiness was not something even being a King could attain.
Retouched March 30, 2015.