Ok, I have been warned that people are up in arms about this being possible plagiarism. NO!! It is NOT!! I have read Second Chance by Striking Falcon and I can assure you that this story will NOT turn out like hers is. There are very few similarities. One, it's a sess/kag. Two: Sess gets turned into a dog. Three: Love can break the spell. Four: Sess gets HBC. BUT that is where the similarities end. SF's is AU. Mine is Canon. In SC, Kagome hits Sess. QotK, a jackass does. In SC, Kikyou is Sess's bride to be but he refuses her so she curses him. In QotK, he has absolutely nothing to do with the dead witch; she probably won't even appear in this story! The woman who cursed him is part of an organization that I MADE UP. "A sister in fate" is a double-entendre that comes into play because Sess refused to relinquish his hold on Bakusaiga. sighs Besides, like one of my supporters says, you can't call this plagiarism and not call all the clichés were Kag finds Inu with Kikyou again and runs to Sess plagiarism. COME ON!! Yes, I am severely pissed off. Don't ever, ever say that I plagiarized a story. That is the lowest of the low. huffs I just recently resolved an issue with someone on fanlib for stealing my story. DON'T IGNORE THE FACTS THAT ARE INFRONT OF YOUR FACE!! I will fight tooth and nail to see this story published the way I intend for it to be. Please, don't piss me off again. Thank you to my loyal supporters and fans out there, you are all very much appreciated.
Chapter Dedication: To all those who see the truth of this blasted situation and know that I didn't plagiarize. Thank you to those who read and review with kind thoughts in mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co. or Netflix. Sun-L is a real company but I don't own it. I do own a four-wheeler by them, though, and my little brother has a dirt bike. But I do own Sisters in Fate, Torani and co., and the spells that I use. Plus, Mi-mi's Books. If you want to use something of mine, simply ask and explain. ;D
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Queen of the Kennel
Chapter 2:
Before From This Spell
Previously in Queen of the Kennel:
The man, Jack, crouched down before the two, a grin lighting his eyes and his face. "Well..." he said slowly. "How about 'Seth'?" However, the man had such a thick lisp that the name "Seth" came out sounding more like "Sess."
Tor smirked. "'Sess' eh?" She grinned at Jack's offended look. "I like it. Sess it is. Hello, Sess. How do you like your new name?"
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Sesshomaru knew he should be in serious pain, but, for some reason, he only felt a throbbing ache. Did I end up in the afterlife after all? he thought listlessly. No, I don't think so. After that first human ran me over, another stopped and picked me up. The last I remember I was placed on something cold and silver. After that, nothing. So where am I? His eyes fluttered open as he heard a gentle voice calling to him.
"Hello, Sess, how do you like your new name?" the voice asked softly. It was then he noticed a soft hand stroking his fur. "Poor baby, some jackass of a driver hit you and left you for dead. Good thing there are still Good Samaritans in this world, huh?"
Since when did anyone call him "Sess"? Usually it was just mutt, animal, dog or some other insulting term. But "Sess" and "Baby"? Man, he must have been hit harder than he thought. He raised his head slowly, turning to find who the voice belonged to. A young woman sat on the floor beside him, gently stroking his side and cooing at him. She had shoulder length brown hair that was tied back in a low ponytail. A few wispy strands had escaped, framing her face and giving her emerald eyes a softer look. He wanted to growl, wanted to snarl and tell this girl to back off and leave him alone, but he found that he had no energy to protest her ministrations.
Tor smiled softly when he raised his head. "It looks like someone is waking up," she said. Reaching out with her hand, she gently pushed her newest dog's head back onto the towel lining the metal cage he was in. "Put your head back down and rest. You just came out of surgery and you need your rest. Rest, baby." The young woman cooed to the oversized dog, smoothing the ruffled fur on his head.
Sesshomaru was only too happy to oblige. Allowing his head to be pushed back down onto the towel, he closed his eyes once more and began to drift off into sleep. He felt the girl's hand leave his body and vaguely heard her stand and have a short, muttered conversation with another person nearby. Just as he was on the verge of sleep again, he was startled with a severe slamming of the cage doors. He sat up with a start, looking around dazedly.
"Poor, booboo," a tiny woman with short brown cooed at the disoriented dog. "I hate to do that but you need to come around a little bit. You can go back to sleep in a little bit, but for now we need you awake to make sure there aren't going to be any complications with post-op."
Unsteadily, the white dog lay back down on his side, his eyes blinking slowly. So he did make it, and it seemed that these people were determined to see him live. Well, it's not as if he was determined to die. He heaved a great sigh; what was going to happen to him now? He knew how it worked in animal shelters and clinics. If you weren't adopted within a certain period of time, you were put to sleep. That had happened to him three or four times at the least.
So why were these humans caring for him now? Did that mean someone had adopted him? He listened intently as the first voice he had heard began to speak again.
"Ya," she was saying, "I'm such a sucker for big dogs. I couldn't help it. I really appreciate the collection you guys are taking up for me, that's too sweet." A smile was obvious in her voice. Did that mean that she had adopted him? "Doc says that if all goes well, I can take him home in four days, maybe less if we're lucky."
"So, Tor, what are you going to name him?" the second voice asked. Sesshomaru recognized this voice as the one who had slammed the cage doors, forcefully dragging him from his drug induced slumber. His lips raised partway in a half hearted silent snarl. All he wanted was peace.
"Well, Jack suggested 'Sess'," the first voice, the one who was called Tor, replied.
"'Sess'?" the second voice asked, doubt filling her tone.
A giggle issued from somewhere. "No, not really. He actually said 'Seth' but with his lisp it came out sounding more like 'Sess' and 'Sess' seems to fit him, don't you think?" Tor asked.
"Ya, I guess. He is your dog. Whatever you say, Tor. Whatever you say," the second voice answered.
Tor laughed, a rich sound that filled the room. "Ya, I guess. Anyway, I'll be by tomorrow after my shift at Petsmart to check on him. In the meantime, Bon, I know you'll take good care of my new baby."
"Baby?" Bon laughed. "That dog is enormous! How on earth could he be a baby!"
Tor laughed again. "You of all people should know how! Doc says he's really only about three years old. So he's still just a baby."
"Did you have him neutered as well?" Bon asked.
Sesshomaru instantly became alert at this, shifting his back legs to make sure he was still intact. Whew, he thought with relief. In all the lives he had spent on this blasted earth, he had somehow escaped that fate. Mainly because he had never been someone's pet, always the stray dog with no home. Always the one abused, kicked and beaten. Always the one targeted for blame. Never had he been coddled, cooed over and called "baby;" that was all new to him. Maybe he deserved a rest after all the lives he'd lived.
"Nah, I don't usually have them neutered unless they become a dominance problem. Even then it's only a last resort," Tor stated, crouching down beside the cage to look at her newest charge. "How much did he weigh?" she asked in a thoughtful tone.
Bon plucked a manila folder off the table behind her. Flipping it open to the file, she scanned the page until she came up with the number. "120 pounds!" she whistled appreciatively. "And he's half starved! Man, I wonder what he's going to weigh when he's fully healthy." The older woman shook her head in amazement. "They just keep breeding them bigger and bigger and smaller and smaller."
"I think I'll stick with my big dogs," the younger woman stated matter of factly. "I'm always afraid I'm going to break a Chihuahua or step on one of those Yorkies."
"I know what you mean. I like my dogs big, but not that big!" came a third voice, this one masculine with a heavy lisp. Sesshomaru didn't recognize this voice.
"Agreed, Jack," came Bon's voice again. "My border collies are the biggest I like them."
"Ya, well," Tor sighed, standing once more and stretching her legs. She grabbed her purse and waved to her co-workers as she headed out the door. "My heart goes out to them more the bigger they are." The young woman winked good naturedly at her friends before calling one last time to her dog. "Bye, Sess, I'll see you tomorrow!"
Sesshomaru sighed again, relieved that quiet had finally come. It seemed as if he really had been adopted. He just hoped this girl was a good person.
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Tor sighed as she slipped into the driver's seat of her 1995 Ford. Allowing her head to hit the steering wheel, she groaned loudly. "Why is it me that always gets into the messes? Is it not enough that I have nine other women out to get me and I'm cursed for eternity? Now, I have to take care of another dog. Keiko is so going to hate me when I get home." She sighed, sitting up straight and buckling her seat belt.
The young woman cranked up the engine of her truck, turning on the windshield wipers as she pulled out into the storming night. Carefully, she pulled out onto the highway, accelerating to fifty-five miles an hour on the slick road. She stared straight ahead, her eyes never once leaving the road in front of her. It was easy to miss the turn off to her apartments on a good day, even more so on a day like this. There, she thought. Found it.
Flicking on the right blinker, she pulled off the highway and onto a smaller road that lead into town. Five minutes later, she pulled into an apartment complex and into the parking garage. It was times like this when she appreciated the extra ten dollars a month to pay for a covered parking spot. Throwing the truck into park, she shut off the engine and climbed out, dragging her purse after her. Tor locked the door and swung the keys about her pointer finger, whistling absent mindedly as she walked to the elevator. She pressed the up button and waited for the doors to open.
The young woman slipped inside the crowded box. "Number three please!" she called out. An answering grunt came from the front. "Thanks!"
It took ten minutes before Tor was able to finally get off onto her floor. By that time she had dropped her car keys in her purse and dug out her house keys. Finding the right one, she unlocked her front door and walked inside, flicking on the light switch as she went. Her eyes met with a destroyed towel and trash strewn out all over the living room floor. She sniffed and groaned, covering her nose from the smell of feces and urine.
"Keiko!" she yelled, irritated beyond belief. "You damn dog! You're thirteen years old! You know better than this!" At her call, an old female border collie with a graying muzzle came trotting out into the living room, a smirk on her face. "If you weren't so old I would have adopted you out years ago," Tor hissed, her eyes narrowed on the bitch.
The old dog just barked, though, wagging her tail cheerfully. Suddenly, she stopped and Tor knew she was in for a thirty minute sniff fest if something didn't happen quickly. Turning around and shutting her door, she threw the deadbolt with one hand as she undid the drawstring on her pants with the other. She turned back around, stumbling out of the scrub pants and pulling off her shirt.
Once she was down to just her underwear, she laid out the clothes neatly on the floor, giving a loud whistle to call her remaining dogs. Instantly, the room was filled with canines in a hurry to sniff her clothing. Two dogs, one lab and another border collie, came barreling out of the kitchen. A Jack Rustle came flying from the hallway as a Golden Retriever came hustling on his tail. Tor sighed, that was everyone.
She threaded her way through the furry mass of animals sniffing at her scrubs, laughing and giggling as their furry bodies brushed against her bare one. After making it out of her pack of hounds, the young woman walked down her hallway, opening the spare bathroom door to let out her overweight black cat. The animal bolted out of the door, winding his way around his mistress's ankles. He purred delightedly when she reached down and picked him up, flipping him onto his back and giving his generous belly a thorough rub.
"Hey, Georgey-boy," she murmured, rubbing his paws with her cheek. "How's my fat cat?" The black feline sounded like a broken motor as he rumbled his pleasure into her shoulder. "Ya, that's what I thought, big boy." Tor turned him over, allowing him to jump out of her arms and onto the floor.
Raising up onto his hind legs, he batted her ankles with his declawed front feet. 'Hungry!' he mewled to her unhearing hears. Tor laughed, knowing what he wanted anyway. She followed the cat into the bathroom, giving him a handful of Cat Chow in his fish shaped bowl.
On her way out, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and some paper towels, intent on cleaning up her oldest dog's mess.
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Keiko sniffed vigorously of her owner's clothing. 'There's more than just another dog on here!' she called to her pack-mates. 'The scent of his blood is on it too! Get rid of it!'
The black lab, Duccette, tucked her tail and whined. 'But Tor doesn't like it when we tear up her clothes. Why do you insist on doing it and messing up her den?' the pup asked.
The old bitch whirled on the young female, her teeth bared and a vicious growl ripping its way from her throat. 'You dare to question your Alpha?' she snarled in the face of the pup.
Mac, the Jack Rustle, turned on Keiko. 'Tor says we are all equal in her eyes. We are all betas to her Alpha. You have no right to claim that position!' he barked at the old female.
'Do you really think I care what that foolish human wants me to do?' the graying border collie asked of the smaller animal. 'She is stupid; she cannot understand what we say and degrades us with her "baby talk".' She raised her tail high over her back, showing her teeth to all those who opposed her.
"Keiko!" snapped Tor as she walked into the room and saw the way her dog was demanding the position of Alpha among the others. Immediately, the old bitch whirled on the young woman. Tor was ready, though. She struck quickly with her first two fingers, digging them into the tender neck of the old female with a correction sound. "Tch! No!" Her voice was firm, deep, not to be denied.
The old female, however, had no intention of backing down. She jumped, her jaws open and her target the young woman's hand. The brunette was no fool, though, she knew this was coming. Pulling back her hand, she reached around with her foot and booted the dog in the rump with another correction sound. "Tch! No!" This time, Keiko yielded with a yelp. Immediately, she dropped down onto the floor, her belly showing and her tail curled over her stomach.
Tor maintained eye contact with the errant female until the animal dropped her eyes. Still the young woman kept her there for a few minutes until she relaxed completely. It was then, and only then, that Tor turned away, gathering her clothes and tossing them towards the laundry room.
She made her way to the mess of feces that the old bitch had left in her floor, picking it up with a disgusted look on her face before making her way to the spare bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. "Gross," she complained. The female tech sighed, slipping on a pair of flip-flops to dry up the urine from the linoleum floor. "I swear; that dog. One of these days." She shook her fist with the silent threat.
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Tor looked up at the clock on the wall. Two-fifty, she thought giddily. Only ten more minutes before she could shop for he newest charge. The last ten minutes of the woman's shift passed in a slow, eternal agony. Finally, the clock struck three and she handed the keys to the cash register over to her co-worker. "Have a good day!" she called over her shoulder, making her way down the aisles.
Cats, birds, fish, tropical animals, horses...ah! Here we go, dogs. Turning down the aisle, she scanned the collars for something that would fit the large dog in the clinic. "Oh, this is cute," she giggled, picking up a pink collar with white rabbits running around it. "But too girly for him." She put it back. Tor scanned the shelves, searching for just the right collar. "Now this is nice." Her eyes landed on a black leather collar with a silver trim. "And it's on sale too. With my twenty percent discount and this already half off, it's only going to cost me five bucks!" she crowed happily. "And now to make a tag."
The young woman dug out a five dollar bill from her pocket, feeding it into the machine at the front of the store. State, Texas. Address, 1402 Vine Lane, Apt number 332. Zip code, 77568. Phone number, 665-228-8932. Pet name, Sess. Design, Texas Tag. There, done. She pressed the "print" button and watched as the machine imprinted the information onto the Texas shaped dog tag.
Tor smiled as she reached down and picked the tag from the slot. She made her way to the check out she had vacated only moments before, making her purchase and leaving with another farewell to her friends. The young woman walked out to her old truck, digging the keys from her pocket and unlocking the driver's side door. Plopping down in the front seat, she sat there for a moment, working the tag onto the collar.
"Done," she sighed three minutes later. Setting the tag in the passenger seat next to the rest of her stuff, she scooted the rest of the way in. She rolled down the window as she started up the old truck.
Ten minutes later, she pulled into the clinic parking lot. The tech was pleasantly surprised to see Bon out with Sess on a leash, allowing him to sniff around and do his business. She threw her old truck into park as she hopped out. Walking quickly to her co-worker, she completely ignored the dog as she talked to the woman.
"How's he doin'?" she asked.
"He's doing much better, better than we expected," the older woman replied. "It seems he's a real trooper with a great healing rate. Anyway, Doctor Mack had me take him out to let him do his stuff. He hasn't really moved since the surgery and we really don't want to clean up a mess from someone his size."
Tor rolled her eyes at this. "Ya, I understand. Keiko had another mess for me to clean up last night when I got home."
Bon shook her head. "I don't see why you don't just get rid of that dog. She's such a trouble maker for you."
The younger woman sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she replied. "Well, it's just that she's such an old dog and older dogs have a much smaller adoption rate than younger dogs, or smaller dogs, do. Besides, she was my...second rescue," Tor responded after a moment's pause for thinking.
"Whatever." The tech who was holding Sesshomaru's leash wasn't paying much attention to him so the white dog took this opportunity to reach a tree a little ways down from where she was letting him roam. He gave a good lunging jerk on the leash, managing to make it to the spot he desired to sniff. "Whoah!" Bon cried, tripping and stumbling. "I didn't think he could do that with his leg!"
Tor laughed heartily. "It looks like someone is feeling better!" She walked over to where her newest dog was sniffing, kneeling down to his level but still ignoring him. The woman shook her head at the quizzical look from her co-worker. "It's a part of establishing the dominance. He has to come to me first."
Sesshomaru, however, wasn't paying attention to what his new owner was saying. Instead, he had finally managed to find the right spot to relieve himself. Gratefully, he walked over to the shrub, lifting his leg and urinating. When he was done, he finally took notice of the newest woman who had arrived. She was the same one from last night, and, if he wasn't mistaken, the one who kept calling him "baby." Slowly, and on stiff legs, he walked up to her, giving her a thorough sniffing.
Tor simply sat there, content to ignore the dog for now. When he reached his head out to sniff her hands, she obligingly lifted them and placed one on his head, gently stroking him. Sesshomaru stiffened immediately, but relaxed after a moment. He could tell this woman meant him no harm.
"Hey, Sess," she called gently. The white dog raised his head to look her in the eyes. Gold and green clashed, locking together for a moment before his attention was taken away by the sound of a trailer rattling into the clinic drive. His ears perked up and his tail raised, a low growl issuing from his throat. "Eh!" Tor called, giving the leash a sharp yank to regain the dog's attention. "No, sir. No."
Sesshomaru turned his head to look back at her, confused that she would correct him for growling at something that was a possible threat. "Hey, listen. If you're going to live with me, you have to listen to me. The trailer isn't going to mess with you, and the cows aren't either. Calm down," she told him, gently stroking his head once more. He sighed and huffed, forgetting the trailer. Whatever, he thought mulishly.
Tor stood and stretched. "I've got a present for you, Sess," she laughed, walking back to her truck. The dog ignored her, though, still sniffing around in the grass. When the young woman returned, she held a collar in her hand.
No, Sesshomaru thought, I will not wear a collar! The tech knelt down, stretching her hand out to him and gently calling him. Damn dog curiosity! he thought as he slowly walked towards her. She held out the collar for him, allowing him to sniff it. The next thing he knew, he was wearing it.
The techs laughed at the quizzical look on his face. Sesshomaru sat down, raising his hind leg to try and scratch the itchy thing off his neck. Failing in that attempt, he huffed once more, settling for giving the girl who had put it on him a dirty look. This was the first chance he had to really asses her.
She was tall, around five foot eight inches. She wasn't skinny but she wasn't fat either. Sesshomaru had once heard someone call it "solid." The girl's eyes were a soft emerald green, reflecting the current amusement she felt. Her hair was a soft brown, flowing gently in the light breeze of the afternoon. It hung loose and barely brushed her shoulders. The young woman reached up one calloused hand to tuck a fly-away behind her ear, smiling as she did so.
Two days later, Tor appeared once more, this time ready to take him home. "Are you ready to go home, Sess?" she asked him excitedly. She attached a leash to the collar, leading him out of the clinic and towards her old truck. They stopped at the passenger side door and she opened it.
Sesshomaru didn't know how he was expected to get in. While he was able to walk fairly well, he knew he wouldn't be able to jump into the cab. He was surprised when he saw the woman kneel down, even more so when he felt her strong arms wrap around his chest and under his stomach, lifting him to the passenger seat. The white dog squirmed for the moment he was in the air, before settling down as he feet found purchase on the bench seat of her truck.
"Now stay," she told him, dropping the leash beside him as she shut the door. Tor walked around to the driver's side, hopping in and cranking up the truck. The young woman noticed her dog panting so she leaned across the seat, rolling down his window half way. This allowed the white dog to stick his head out the window, much to both truck occupant's pleasure.
Fifteen minutes later, they had left the apartments' elevator and were walking down the hall towards Tor's apartment. They reached the door and the young woman lead him inside. She looked around warily for a moment and Sesshomaru sniffed the air. Dogs, five of them and a cat, he thought. Three female dogs and the cat is a male. His nose told him all he needed to know. One of the females was an old bitch, and had a problem holding her bowels apparently. His nose tingled and he sneezed twice.
Tor reached down and petted his head absentmindedly. Sesshomaru looked up at her, he could sense she was apprehensive about something, that set him on edge as well. His head whipped around to the front as he heard a low growl coming from around the corner. The white dog had his ears up as the old female rounded the corner, her sights set on him.
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