Father Execrates Chapter 1: Time, an inuyasha fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, the show. However, I do own my own characters in this story.

Warnings: There are no pairings, OK! No Sessh + new char. I actually plan it to be Sessh + Rin, but Rin is dead so there! I don't think there will be any lemons either. This is not that kind of story, OK! Don't blame me.

Authors Note: Please read my other stories! Even though I haven't finished them, and I am no where near that. Please read and review!

Father Execrates – Chapter 1: Time

The demon was a yellowish-orange color, very tanned, but the higher you went the darker it became, till you stopped at its head, which was black. He had small horns growing out of his head on either side. He was fairly short, and was greasy all over. He was wearing ripped clothing, and his claws were not well maintained. In one hand he was carrying a black-chained necklace, and the pendant held a blue stone.

The pendant swung back and forth from the demons hand, while Sesshomaru slashed at him. The demon was quite slow, but it kept saying things that Sesshomaru didn't understand. Perplexed and annoyed, Sesshomaru stepped back to prepare for the final slash at the demon. But the demon did something unexpected, and screamed, very loud. Sesshomaru stepped back, winced, and covered his ears as the piercing scream amplified.

The minutes that passed during the scream seemed like hours. When the scream died down, the demon seemed to be in a daze. Sesshomaru was thoroughly annoyed, and slashed at him once more, his ears still ringing. Sesshomaru put his hands to his head as a searing headache approached. The demon had fallen to the ground, dead, but something happened, something Sesshomaru had not noticed. The pendant had turned to a darker hue of blue.

"Lord Sesshomaru?" Rin cried.

Rin was much older now, closing to the age of fourteen years. She was still the little child of eight inside, but she had become more womanly in the last few years. She didn't act like one, but surely looked like one.

Sesshomaru walked into the clearing, hand on his forehead, sweat trickling down his face.

"Milord, you do not look so good," said Jaken carefully.

But Sesshomaru did not hear them, and slowly sat down near a tree, in the same condition. Jaken and Rin ran up to him, concerned for their master.

"Master, what happened!" croaked Jaken.

Sesshomaru leaned back as he felt daggers flying through his chest. He panted heavily. His chest aching with every move. His hair feeling icky. He felt drained from energy.

Could it possibly be that I'm actually... ill!

Rin was absolutely worried sick now. Her beloved master was sweating and it seemed like he couldn't move! What could she do?

"Master! Lord Sesshomaru! Please say something!" Rin put a consoling hand on her master's shoulder.

As soon as Rin's comforting hand reached Sesshomaru's shoulder, he felt burns coming from his shoulder, like his acidic poisonous claws, and shrugged her hand off. As he turned his head to his followers, he managed to whisper in a coarse voice, "Take me home..."

Jaken and Rin exchanged glances before preparing to go back to Sesshomaru's palace.

"Master Sesshomaru! Can you walk on your own?" Rin whispered.

Sesshomaru could see Rin's rosy lips moving slowly, but he could not hear what came out. Soon Jaken said something too, but once again, he could not decipher what the little imp said. Panting heavily, and staring daggers at the two little people, he crouched down low and squeezed his stomach. He felt like retching in pain.

Rin and Jaken struggled in placing Sesshomaru on top of Ah-Un, and once done they accompanied their master and the hard working two-headed dragon to the palace. On the way there, Sesshomaru had slipped into the depths of unconsciousness, never awaking until he reached the confines of his private chambers.

The sword danced around his skin, piercing his peachy walls, and the red juice splattering out. His throat swelled up and nothing could go down it. His head was damp with sweat, and his clothes were clinging to his skin. The demon's scream still ringing in his ears. Nothing else could be heard. His mind was racing, and he couldn't control it. Thoughts of things he never knew of came up and disappeared so fast. He was son confused, he tried to stop everything, and start over, but everything just went faster. He couldn't wake up. He couldn't reach the real world. He was in his own mind. It was like the confines of a jail.

Rin thought he was delirious. She couldn't do anything to help her beloved master. His sweat could be put into buckets, and he couldn't swallow or drink anything.

"Lord Sesshomaru! Please wake up..."

Little did she know, her beloved master was already conscious, and could smell her scent of wildflowers. But Sesshomaru couldn't hear what she was saying. Starting to panic at his lowered senses, Sesshomaru opened his eyes, just to see a blurry head that was Rin. He couldn't quite see her features, but knew it was her from her scent.

I must be delirious! What is the cause of this mishap! How come I still am hearing the deplorable noise from the demon from earlier? What have happened to my senses!

Unable to see Rin clearly, unable to hear anything but the scream, and unable to move or speak properly, Sesshomaru relied on his nose to pull him through this nightmare.

Rin started to panic from seeing her lord not acknowledging her. Yes, he had done this many a time before, but never when he was in such a state. Jaken was hustling about, muttering things about remedies, and tried to force them down his master's throat, but failing to no avail. Sesshomaru tried to speak, but couldn't get anything out except "Rin." And that was all that he had said before he slipped into the darkness.

His chest flowed up and down. He wasn't panting heavily. He wasn't sweating. He wasn't hurt. He wasn't delirious. His mind wasn't racing. And his senses were back to normal. He was on his bed. In his private bedchambers. In his palace. In Japan.

What happened...?

All he could remember was that strange demon with the cry. And himself getting sick with the worried Rin and Jaken. And then the bed. His own bed. He remembered Rin there. She was crying. He had wanted to console her. He had felt so bad, not being able to move, and saw her tears flowing so easily. He had felt ripped apart.

A hand flew to his head. It was warm, and gentle, and he knew at once it was a hand of a woman's. It wasn't wrinkly, but it wasn't childish. It wasn't too big, or small. He wondered for a moment if it was Rin's.

No. It wasn't her. Sesshomaru could smell the woman next to him. It was a comforting smell. Something like irises, or some kind of other flower, mixed along with a fruit, but he couldn't quite get it specifically. He certainly didn't know who this person was, but he might as well be nice, especially if she was taking care of him.

The hand had brushed his face, and he could hear something being put down. He could hear the shuffle of her feet, and then the scent came closer to him. Once again, the hand rested on his forehead, but soon it was lifted. The scent lingered away for a moment, and the woman left the room.

Sesshomaru opened his eyes, and looked around the room. It was his room, he decided. Some things were changed. A little here and there, but it was definitely his own private bedchambers. And it was definitely his over-sized bed. He looked in the mirror, to find his own reflection staring back at him. He still had his crescent and his stripes; his hair, and claws; his amber eyes, and other features. But he looked older, and more tired. And definitely depressed.

It must be because I was ill...

His eyes were back to normal, and he could see everything more clearly, unlike yesterday, when he could only see a blur which was supposedly Rin. Or was it really yesterday?

He sniffed the air. He could smell a few people outside his room, but none of them were Rin or Jaken or anyone he recognized. But the scents were comforting, and familiar. But he couldn't pinpoint who they were. He could hear some voices outside. One of a woman, and one of a man, none of which he recognized. But something was in the air, something aloft, which bothered him.

"So how is he?" said the man, not at all showing any emotion in his voice.

"Same as always... unconscious," said a woman.

"Hn."

And with that the woman left the man alone and entered Sesshomaru's private bedchambers with a new wet towel for him. Sesshomaru had already lain down, and pretended to be unconscious. While the woman stole a glance at the demon she sighed, and turned her back on him, drenching the towel in a bucket of water. Sesshomaru opened his amber eyes, too curious for his own good. The woman had long dark brown wavy hair, and Sesshomaru could see the woman's hands, while she worked with the towel. Her skin was tanned, but not too dark. Her kimono was a plain white one; one, Sesshomaru thought, she wore because of her work.

Sesshomaru's head was still on the pillow, but it was turned to see the woman. He hadn't made a sound, nor moved. But without warning, the woman turned around to see Sesshomaru's amber eyes and gasped. She looked at him as though he had three heads, and taking this as a chance, he looked her up and down, taking in her features. She was beautiful, he thought. A little like Rin. Actually, a lot like Rin, but more womanly. Well obviously, this woman is older. She was very pretty, and had chocolate brown eyes that reminded him once again of Rin. She was slender, and of normal height. But one thing caught him... she was hanyou. But she looked exactly like a human. There were no demonic features at all.

After seeing Sesshomaru acting so coolly, she hesitated and stepped beside him. His piercing gaze followed after her every move, and she felt as thought she were being interrogated, even though they had not said anything. She knelt down beside him, until they were face-to-face, and even then his eyes were like daggers. She couldn't help but be afraid, and was quite cautious and didn't say anything.

The woman was more of a girl, he thought. No, more of a young adult, but she was definitely young. The woman had knelt down beside him, and they were staring into each other's eyes. He thought he should say something, but was too distracted by her eyes to do anything. He felt so weak, and utterly useless, just lying there, and he felt a pang of annoyance towards himself, as he could not recollect himself. But she was too preoccupied with him.

Have I seen her somewhere before?

She seemed so familiar yet so far away. He couldn't help but feel guilty, though he knew not why. They were lost in each other's presence, and she didn't do anything, until she heard him sigh of maybe something like tiredness. Then she said something that made his blood churn, his stomach tie into knots, and it made him almost chortle.

"F-Father!"