Uh-oh...I uh...started a new fic ^-^;
This is the newest to my Fanficology and comes with a suprising challenge. The choice is yours my darlings, I am halfway through this fic. If you like how it's going and want me to continue let me know!!! I'm not going to be a douche and not continue if you don't R&R, but the reviews always help.
A bit o' info: I came up with this story after seeing the 3rd Inuyasha Movie (God, I love Sesshomaru). The way everyone interacted at the final betrayal made so much and so little sense to me that I began to create what the prequel might have been for Inuyasha. This story is basically the meeting and love story that led to Inuyasha's birth. Set post-battle with Sounga.
Disclaimer: I plan on flying to Japan and seducing Rumiko Takahashi, in our sexual ecstacy, she will give me the rights to Inuyasha (or at least my Sesshy). Until that time however she is the owner along with the capitalist pigs that cash in on another person's work (bitter much?).
Sesshy: And how do you plan of seducing her? I'm pretty sure Mother isn't a lesbo.
Me: Well, neither am I, I will disguise myself as a man. MWAHAHAHAHAAA AHHHAAAAAA!
Sesshy: You know the readers can see this? Right.
Me: Oh...um...*throws smoke pellet*
Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time
Peace had been returned to the Sengoku Jidai.
Kagome, Inuyasha, Miroku, Sango, Shippo, Kirara, Rin, Jakken, and AhUn were sitting around the campfire, each person quietly reflecting the battle they'd just won against Takemaru of Setsuna and the evil sword Sounga; they had all learned so many things, about themselves and about one another.
Jakken was the first to speak, and by speak I mean whine, "The battle is over, so why are we still here?!"
Rin made her way from AhUn, sitting her child form next to his smaller youkai one, "We're hurt, we'd just slow him down Jakken-sama," she soothed him the way a mother soothed it's child, "Besides, he'll return for us," this seemed to satiate the youkai, but only slightly. Jakken crossed his arms and turned away from her.
Kagome watched Rin, surprised wholeheartedly at how mature the child really was. Her eyes scanned over towards her left where Inuyasha was sitting, she hadn't really talked to him since she put the Beads of Subjugation back on him, and she wondered if he was still angry with her.
The hanyou caught her gaze, he stared at her a moment, before giving her a dirty look and turning back away. Kagome rolled her eyes, but still stared at him.
"He looks angry, but I think he's really happy,"
Kagome turned to see Sango was staring at Inuyasha as well, the slayer turned to Kagome, "After all what we all wouldn't give to be able to see our fathers again,"
Kagome nodded in agreement, she couldn't believe she hadn't realized that no one in that group had a living father before, "He seemed so nice, Inuyasha's father I mean," she said, Sango nodded.
Kagome looked at Rin, "But I wonder what happened to Sesshomaru," she stated nonchalantly.
Sango turned to her female friend, "What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"Well, Inuyasha says he didn't know his father, but it seems to me like Sesshomaru does. If that was the case, why is Inuyasha so caring and Sesshomaru so cruel?"
"We were raised majoritively by our mothers," Inuyasha decided to take this moment to intervene, "from what I gather, Sesshomaru's mother isn't the kindest of women,"
"You can say that again," Jakken piped in, he had after all visited Sesshomaru's mother once- the woman threw her own son into the pits of hell for Kami's sake!
Inuyasha nodded and turned away, hoping the subject would veer away from his home life. It didn't.
"I don't think so," Kagome continued, poking at the fire, she watched as hundreds of embers fled from their disturbed resting place, "The way he looked when he saw his father was the look of someone who truly missed that person being around. Sesshomaru doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, it must have been a great effort for him to allow an expression like that to grace his features,"
Inuyasha bristled at how fondly Kagome was speaking about his brother, he never heard her speak like that. Jakken didn't like it either, "Don't you dare speak of Sesshomaru-sama in such a lax manner!" He shouted; Kagome turned to the little toad, "Well? Answer us then, you spend a lot of time with him, what do you know?" she asked.
Jakken opened his beak but no sound came out, everyone stared at him for answers. Finally the toad turned away from them all, "I'll not discuss my master's personal life with the likes of you!"
The toad squeaked as a hand pushed him into the dirt, "Why don't you just say you don't know!" Inuyasha barked, madder at the fact that he waited for some kind of answer along with the rest of them.
Miroku began to flinch, finally he raised his cursed hand and smacked it against his neck, "Something's biting me," he stated, more to himself than to the others, the gang watch as a smushed Myoga floated down from the puncture site to the ground, "I was just tasting!" he grunted.
Inuyasha reached over and picked the flea up by his little kimono, "Myoga, nice surprise considering you're supposed to be helping Totosai and Saia seal Sounga away, something wrong?" he inquired, the flea sputtered a series of excuses before Inuyasha answered for him, "You got scared, right?" he asked, smashing the flea into the ground, Kagome gave him a scolding look that he ignored, he was still mad at her and even more so now because of what she said about Sesshomaru, "Oh! Just sit!" she yelled.
A flash of purple and Inuyasha did a wonderful face plant into the hard ground.
"Arigato-gozaimasu, Kagome-sama," The flea cracked his back and stood erect, "I was not needed so I decided to come back." He said, still attempting to seem cool. Kagome rolled her eyes.
"Actually did I hear you guys discussing The Daiyoukai?" he asked, everyone's attention turned to the little flea, even Inuyasha, when he was able to sit up again. Despite being the one to make him face-plant, Kagome handed him her handkerchief to wipe blood from his nose, the hanyou reluctantly accepted it.
Myoga reached into the pack he was carrying, took out a tiny tea set and began to boil water. After that, he opened the cloth and made his usual tea drinking space. The group waited for the old flea to get comfortable to ask questions.
"So what were you talking about?" he asked.
Kagome was the first, "We were just wondering what kind of man The Daiyoukai was,"
"And why is Inuyasha nice and Sesshomaru cruel?" Sango added.
"How could the same man love a cold demoness and a kind human?" Miroku asked.
Myoga took a long sip, he held the cup for a moment, his little flea head looking up at the sky in a contemplative manner, "I think…the best way to explain…would be to just tell you how Inuyasha's mother and father met,"
The whole group fell silent, and listened intently as Myoga began to reveal the one of the greatest love stories on earth…
"Once upon a time…there was a kind woman who was promised to another…"
-------------------------------------201 years in the past-----------------------------------
"Oh! Izayoi-sama, you look lovely!"
The poor 20 year old woman struggled under the layers of white and red kimonos, her legs were stiff from standing on the pedestal for an hour and her arms were searing with pain as the shakily held her headpiece up, "I don't feel lovely, why am I doing this again?" she asked, motioning at a girl beside her to wipe the sweat from her brows.
Yukiko, her good friend sighed and fussed at a loose strand in the top kimono, "We need to make sure the kimono fits properly, a badly fitted kimono will result in years of bad luck!" she warned, "That's just silly superstition," she fussed. Yukikio laughed, "Silly? You who studies youkai adamanty think superstition is silly? I should have a good laugh from that,"
"I'd rather be reading up on them than standing like this!" she said with an exasperated smile, "Just a little longer, Izayoi," Yukiko pleaded.
Izayoi sighed and shifted to get blood back into her legs, "Mistress, please don't move!" one of the older seamstress scolded her, "But I've been fitted 4 times already, I shall die before the wedding day comes!" she semi-joked. Yukiko finally got the gist of her poor friend and shook her head, "All right, Izayoi, we're done,"
Izayoi shed the 13 kimonos from her small frame and dawned a light summer kimono. As people bustled around her, the bride to be fled into the forest for sanctuary.
She, Izayoi of Tenshimaru was days away from wedding her childhood friend Takemaru of Setsuna and nothing in this world could make her happier. The proposal was quite a surprise; due mostly to the fact that Takemaru was thought to be promised to another lady off of the main land. However it was speculated that when he laid eyes on the Lady Izayoi after 5 years apart, he immediately called off the wedding and instead chose her to rule by his side.
She turned back to the disappearing palace, even from there she could see the chaos that was wedding preparation, people running back and forth, decorations going up and coming down at her friend and master of ceremonies, Yukiko command.
Sighing, she turned and continued her retreat into the forest; it was always so peaceful whenever she ventured out of the castle grounds. Dense trees hid a pathway through the mountains to a beautiful lake in the center; flowers bloomed in abundance, breaking the monotonous green and brown with blue, yellow, and purple intervals.
She picked a sakura blossom and held it to her nose, inhaling its wonderful scent. Her heart felt so full right now, not only was she going to marry her best friend, but a spell of peace had over fallen the land, giving people a sense of security and finally reuniting a lot of her servants, she loved all them so much and was elated when a good majority of them came back unharmed.
Her reverie was infiltrated by a noise to her left, it sounded like growling; as though two animals were fighting. She'd have thought it was just that had the sound of metals crashing against one another not indicated something more human. Izayoi followed the sound, off of the path and into the forest, never knowing just how symbolic such simple act would be.
She kept herself low, if it was animals fighting, she certainly didn't want to get caught in the middle of it. The trees slowly gave way to the scene of a battle, Izayoi's eyes widened at the sight before her:
Two humans- no, demons! Two demons were fighting; the first one was bald with red eyes and slits on his nose- every so often a forked tongue flickered in and out of jagged yellow teeth. His body was clad in armor fashioned to look like scales, 'A serpent youkai?' she concluded. She then looked at the other, this one was far more remarkable than his rival, a man with long, silver hair tied back in a tight ponytail, gold eyes glared at his opponent and jagged purple markings on his face gave him a dangerous air, he was clad in traditional samurai attire, with a few demonic adaptations, Izayoi tried to make out what kind of demon he was, but couldn't.
The snake youkai threw needles of energy at the other youkai, who dodged them with ease, the silver haired demon unsheathed one of his 2 swords, he lifted it over his head before bringing it down with all his might, screaming, "DRAGON TWISTER!!!!"
A horrible purple light shot forth with dark energy surrounding it, it began to spin, creating a horrible vortex of wind, it hit the snake youkai dead on, destroying its' armor and weakening it substantially. Izayoi cried out, clinging to the three next to her for dear life as the blast continued its course, when it subsided she realized her hiding spot had been compromised. The youkai pierced her brown eyes with his golden ones, "Fool! Get out of here if you value your life!"
Izayoi wasn't listening to his rants, her eyes were focused on the giant snake behind him, the demon seemed to hadn't noticed, "Watch out!" she cried.
The beast lunged forward, sinking its fangs into the silver-haired youkai's right shoulder, he roared in pain before punching the serpent, it let go and retreated to the other side of the battle field.
The silver-haired youkai kneeled, grasping his shoulder; his face was contorted into one of pain. His eyes were dangerously angry, but it was the low, guttural
growl he uttered that finally revealed to Izayoi what animal he was.
The serpent transformed back into its human-like form and spoke, "Foolish Inu-youkai! You let your guard down, now die at the hands of Orochimaru (I know I know, I'm sorry I couldn't come up with a good name for him)!" he shot forward, sword at the ready, feet away from finishing off his rival when an object hit him square in the face.
The youkai's head reeled back as a small blue shoe blinded him.
Orochimaru shook it from his face and turned to his new assailant, "You, ningen, you dare attack a daiyoukai?!" he spat, Izayoi glared at him, "You, youkai, you fight with dishonor? That's not the way of a true daiyoukai!" she screamed back at him. The snake's eyes narrowed at her, he scowled, ""I'll not suffer your insolence, prepare to be devoured!!!" he lunged at her, fangs and claws gleaming, Izayoi froze, there was nowhere to go!
"KAZE….
NO….
KIZU!!!!!"
A blast occurred behind the serpent, in a matter of seconds it consumed him, ripping his body in half before disintegrating in the fiery energy of its wake,
"GRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRGLLLLL," were Orochimaru's last words.
Izayoi brought her thick kimono sleeves up to shield her from the light, when it seemed to subside, she looked up. She saw the other youkai standing, but barely, holding a large, steaming sword in his hands. Where had that sword come from? She didn't see it on his person, but more importantly, she was amazed, this man had saved her life.
The youkai was panting hard, Izayoi approached him wanting to thank him for his kindness, instead he brought the sword up and pointed it at her, "Stay away!" he barked, Izayoi stopped where she stood, "I just want to thank you," she said gently. "And you have," he breathed, "I saved you, but I trust no humans, leave me be," he warned. Izayoi just stood there as a cloud encompassed him, before he disappeared into the smoke, she saw a wince of pain in his eyes, her eyes widened, 'He got bit! I'd nearly forgotten!' she ran towards the smoke, but by the time she got to it, it began to vanish, the youkai was gone.
Worry settled in her heart, he looked like he was in a great amount of pain, was that snake poisonous? Would he be o.k.? She looked down and gasped, a puddle of blood stood where he did, and she raised her head, she saw the blood made a trail into the woods, 'Best leave, Izayoi, you are obviously unwelcomed,' her logical side tried to reason with her, however her compassionate side wouldn't falter, 'Maybe I can just make sure he's all right, then I'll leave,' she nodded in agreement with herself and followed the trail of blood.
Indeed it led her to him, she found him lying against a tree in the densest part of the forest, his face was soaked with sweat as blood poured from his right shoulder, his eyes were closed, but somehow Izayoi knew he was on high alert. She stepped into the clearing, purposely being noisy as to not alarm him. The youkai's eyes shot open and found her, "I told you not to follow me," he growled, baring his fangs at her. Izayoi was nervous, but would not budge, "You're hurt," she said, "I can help you,"
He turned away from her, "I don't need your help, like I said I don't trust your kind, get out of here before I choose to kill you," his voice was low and dangerous. Izayoi wanted to flee, but her heart was far too kind to leave him like that. Instead, she furrowed her eyebrows at him, "Then kill me, but I won't leave you here!" she said sternly and slowly made her way towards him.
The youkai growled at her, but made no move to kill her as she moved to his side. Truth be told, he would have killed her on the spot, but the poison was absorbed into his nervous system and his body was no longer listening to him.
Izayoi kneeled and unclasped the button holding a furry white pelt in place, her hands were immediately soaked in blood as she removed his armor and haori, exposing a tan, muscular shoulder. The girl couldn't fight a blush, never before had she seen a man this unclothed before- and to think it would be a demon too.
She looked at the wound, two swollen puncture marks were oozing out blood, she pushed at the sides of the wound receiving a growl of pain from her patient, clear liquid dripped out, 'Thank kami, the poison hasn't spread too far,' she said to herself. Izayoi pressed her lips to the wound, sucking out the poison, turning she spit it out and resumed sucking the rest out.
The youkai stared at the human, why was she doing this? More importantly, why wasn't she fleeing in fear of him? He'd never come across a human that would put their lives in danger for a demon, they were weak cowards in his eyes and would turn on you in an instant, was she no different?
He stared at her features; he supposed she was pretty, for a human, raven black hair and skin as fair as rice. Her eyes gave away a heart that was far too kind for its own good. Why did she follow him? Did she mean to lead others to his whereabouts? No, if that were the case she would have fled while he was fighting and she certainly wouldn't have helped him out they way she did.
Izayou spit out the last of the poison, she grabbed mud and leaves, packing them onto the wound, "This will suck out the rest and purify the wound," she explained, "You are a miko?" The youkai asked, already on the defense again, the girl shook her head, "No, I'm merely the lady of the house of Tenshimaru," she said, "But I love to work with herbs and medicines." She looked down, the youkai watched as she ripped a piece of her kimono off and wrapped it around the mixture, "Tomorrow wash it off," she said.
"Why did you follow me?" he asked, not giving her kindness any credit, Izayoi just smiled, "I was worried about you," she said. The youkai just stared at her, surprised.
"Izayou-sama!"
"Lady Izayoi, where are you?"
"Answer us, Izayoi-sama!"
Izayoi turned to where the voices were coming from, fear filled her heart. She turned back to the youkai, "I'll take my leave of you for now, to ward them off so you can rest in peace," she said, "But I'll return tomorrow,"
The youkai shook his head, "Do you not understand? I won't be here tomorrow, I despise humans, don't bother yourself," he spat, Izayoi rose to her feet, her smile unscathed by his rudeness, "I'll come anyway, just to make sure. Sayonara Inudaiyoukai-sama," she said and with that disappeared into the forest.
The youkai stared at where she was, "Izayoi…" he whispered, he then shook his head, foolish human. He then turned to his left, someone was coming, someone very familiar.
Wind whipped around him as a giant dog landed gracefully on the ground, within seconds it transformed into a beautiful youkai woman, her attire was very much like his own, only far more feminine, he looked up at her, "Mate," was all he said.
She looked around at the area, "It reeks of human here, what happened?" she asked, not seeming to care if he was all right or not.
The youkai quickly concealed the bandage on his arm, "A human girl was here, I did not want to travel farther so I scared her off to rest under this tree," he said. The woman just shrugged and walked around him, "Well I see your battle against Orochimaru was victorious," she pointed at the blood on his feet, she could smell the snake's death on him as well, the youkai nodded, "I can smell a bite on you. However did he manage that?" she asked, the youkai just shrugged, "I was not paying attention, that's all," he said bluntly. The woman turned, "Well get up before another youkai comes along and finishes you off," she says more to the wind than her own mate. The youkai rose to his feet, "Is that all?" he asked, sensing news from her. The youkai onna did indeed have something else to say, "No," she stared, picking at a flower, "Our son is returning soon,"
The youkai's attention was fully on her now, "His training in the mountains is over?" he asked, amazed that it had only been 20 years as opposed to the 45 it took himself.
"He was proud of him for that," Myoga commented on the side, it was safe to say everyone was fully engrossed by the story at this point.
"So he was still with Sesshomaru's mother?" Miroku asked, the flea shook his little head, "Yes and No, but I'll get to that later,"
As Myoga continued to spin his story, he (along with the rest of the group) failed to realize another stranger was among them.
He kneeled, concealed in the trees, downwind from where his bothersome brother sat, pointed ears listening to the story.
She nodded, "He wishes to fight an array of demons, the most powerful of this land, yourself included," she said, glancing sideways at him.
The youkai merely shrugged, "If death suits him, I'd hate to lose my sole heir, however I'll gladly send him to hell," as much as his heart yearned for his son, he was The Daiyoukai of the Western Lands first and foremost, no one, not even his own son would challenge that.
"You may not get that chance," she said, the youkai looked up at her his eyes inquiring her words, "He wishes to challenge Mizumaru,"
"Easy enough," the daiyoukai commented, he already knew what she was going to ask. The woman was coming to him for protection; Mizumaru didn't faze him in the least.
"And Ryukutsusei," she added, at this name the youkai fell silent, his long time rival, the only great beast in the western lands he hadn't killed, a treaty was made between the two, Ryukutsusei would definitely be a problem. "All right, when does our son return?" he asked.
In the distance the howl of a wolf youkai sounded out, a seductive smirk graced the demoness' face, "Our son returns in two full moons," she said, gazing to the north, "I must be off, mate," she added before taking off in the direction of the howl. Inutaisho shook his head. A few minutes later, the poison wore off enough for him to rise to his feet.
(Back at the House of Tenshimaru)
"I can't believe you took off like that!" Izayoi kept her head down as Yukiko reined a flood of reprimandations on her, "Everyone in the palace has been searching everywhere, we thought you'd been kidnapped!"
"I'm sorry, everyone," she said to the group in front of her, "I didn't mean to worry you all, I thank you for your concern,"
The group's anger immediately dissipated at her words, one could never stay mad at Izayoi for long, her wonderfully kind disposition hardly warranted such an emotion.
Everyone broke apart to finish their chores, save Yukiko who was still very angry, "You really frightened them, Izayoi," she said, "Takemaru the most,"
Izayoi's head shot up as the mention of his name, "He's back?" she asked. Takemaru had been away on business. Yukiko smiled in spite of her anger and nodded, "You're expected in the dining hall,"
Izayoi ran past her friend and was about to swing the door open to leave when Yukiko pulled her back, "Excuse me, you can't go out there like that! You're kimono is ripped!"
Izayoi looked down at the tattered hem of her yukata, 'When had…?' she'd nearly forgotten why she was in such a state, her thoughts raced back to the incident with the inu youkai, her hands on his warm skin, that evil face flinching in childish pain as she cared for his wound. A smile, accompanied with a blush graced her face.
Yukiko caught it, "Izayoi-sama, what exactly happened in the forest?" she inquired with a skeptical tone. Izayoi looked at her friend, there was no way she would ever understand, "Nothing," she muttered and went to her quarters to change.
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A loud, phlemy yawn shattered the trance that the story had created. Everyone watched as Myoga stretched his back and rubbed an eye, "My, I didn't realize it bad become so late," he wheezed. The rest of the group shook off the spell, realizing for the first time as well just how tired they all were.
Kagome looked down at the sleeping kitsune in her lap, poor Shippo had fallen asleep 3 minutes in. She lifted his small form into her arms and walked over to AhUn, where Jakken and Rin were snoring away.
Making sure not to disturb them, she laid the small youkai between Sesshomaru's (a.k.a love of my life and father of my children willing or otherwise) ward and servant and covered all of them with a blanket, "We probably need to call it a night, guys, the rest of the story can wait until tomorrow," she whispered. The adults nodded sleepily and made their way to their respective sleeping places.
He was not tired, but would retreat for the moment and return the next day.
So what do you guys think. I came across the concept and had the full overhead of the story on paper in an hour. I think it's cool and hope you do as well. Let me know by reading and reviewing. ^-^