A/N: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters, I only write these stories for my amusement and to banish away boredom for many readers.

Well here it is Chapter I of Legacy of the Inu.

I wasn't sure whether to continue this story and encouragement (in the forms of reviews) would be greatly appreciated to give me muse for later chapters.

I dedicate this chapter to Unexpected Endeavours author, scottishfae , for her excellent story that gave me many ideas for my own.

Chapter I

The few years had been long since the day Kagome Higurashi had given birth to the heir of the Western Lands. Even though her end of the deal had been done things just didn't turn to normal at the click of her fingers; oh no, she had a child that she wanted to keep in her life even if that Sesshomaru was reluctant with this agreement. Sesshomaru tried to keep his infant son close at hand and away from his caring mother's hands. His mother would not coddle him; nay, he would be a warrior, giving a meaning to his name, and a suitable heir to the Western Lands.

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The maid entered the darkened room, her body language radiating submission and lack of confidence as she went about her daily duties to tend to her Master's needs. She eyes hung low, stuck to the floor, in submission. Her moonlight locks was held tight and high in a bun. The inuyoukai didn't look the age over 17, in her years she was young compared to the rest of the serving household.

"Takeshi-sama" she spoke, his voice in a mere whisper as it left her sweet rounded pink lips. Her voice showed her sweet and innocence like an open book. Oh how he loathed it.

"Go away" his voice spoke out, his voice was cold and held no emotion within his vocal chords as he opened his eyes from his broken sleep.

"Gomen, Takeshi-sama, Sesshomaru-dono wishes to speak with you" she replied, inclining her head lower if that was possible. The young boy furrowed his eyebrows, a look of sure concentration on his face, his golden orbs distancing themselves from the maid's presence and the room he was currently in to the confines of his mind as he thought of the reason that he was 'blessed' to be his father's company. His eyes began to cloud over when he surfaced again.

"Leave" he finally called out, his voice didn't change from the tone he had used earlier on the maid.

"H-hai" the maid stuttered, scurrying out of the prince's chambers.

The young prince didn't even stir from his futon, his eyes stared out into nothing particular as he laid there silently, the thought of dressing hadn't crossed his mind yet, he would push his luck Well enough so it wouldn't cost him his head.

Finally he pushed himself from the plush begging and began to get dressed, ready to display himself in front of his father.

A sigh passed his lips, his golden eyes glaring out from under his wavy bangs. He stared at himself in the large mirror in front of him. He saw himself staring back at him. He took in his features; his long silver-white hair, his golden eyes, magenta stripes, the blue crescent moon in the centre of his forehead and his pointed ears.

'What is it that I am? To have a human Mother and still be blessed with my Father's bloodline, the blood of the Inu demons.' Finally he tore himself away from his reflection and left the confines of his chambers.

Takeshi glided around the halls like a wandering ghost; his footsteps were light on the polished wood flooring that his feet greeted with each step. Why did his Father's study seem so far away today?

The heir let out another sigh, his hair swaying silently behind him.

The young prince didn't notice the many servants he past on his way, he didn't stop to acknowledge or greet them as they coward and chimed at him. 'Good morning? Why would it be a good morning if the gloom of the rain and the hovering clouds blocked out the sun, wouldn't it be a miserable morning?' the young prince questioned himself in the depths of his mind.

"Ohayou, Takeshi-kun!" a cheerful naïve voice chimed.

The voice snapped him back into the present as he halted his rhythmic walk and turned round to see the young lass that had called out his name.

"Ohayou, Rin-chan" Takeshi replied, his golden orbs taking in the sight of the slightly older ningen female before him. She looked no older than 12 years of age, in a couple of years she would be ready to be married off and she would leave the House of Moon. He knew not of the history that his father and the human girl shared but he held a neutral view about them but the thing that stumped him was why care for a human girl? Wouldn't it bring shame upon the youkai house?

'Why is that pathetic human smiling at me?'

"Would you like to play, Takeshi-kun?" she enquired, her head inclined to the right slightly, her ebony locks cascading down her shoulder.

"Play?" he questioned, baffled by the word that she spoke of.

"Iie, this Takeshi does not 'play' with ningen…" he spoke, his voice held the same flat tone, his voice broke off, not wanting to disrespect his father's ward. He had already hurt the young female's pride, he could see her face crumble, her eyebrows knotted together as her anger spiked at being called a ningen.

The young female didn't say anything, the silence itched and scratched at his spine, the silence was unnerving but he didn't falter his façade to show such worries.

Finally the young lass spoke.

"Sayounara, Takeshi-san" and with that she took her leave with a small bow towards the young prince and was away again, her short strides carrying her with difficulty as she tried not to trip over her kimono.

He followed her movements with his gaze until he found it quite tiresome and began his trek to his father's study once again, his hands balled into fists in the sleeves of his haori, he gritted his teeth shut, his stone gaze staying in front of him as he continued his journey in silence. The young prince's appearance to his actual age was very different. It had been three springs (three years) since his birth and he portrayed a tall, well built six year old. It is common for a young youkai to age quicker until they reached maturity, which varies between species of youkai and the purity of their blood.

A green toad flashed in the corner of his eyes and he turned his head ever so slightly to the side, following the movements of his Father's retainer.

"Takeshi-sama!!" the imp like creature chimed, skidding as he turned to follow his future master.

"What do you want with this Takeshi, Jaken?" Takeshi growled, his voice showing his displeasure to meet the imp that was beside him. The imp always made it difficult for him to do anything to please his hunger to ease his boredom in his countless lessons.

"How you insufferable child!" the imp screeched, alarmed by the slight growl the heir had given him.

"I would watch your tongue Jaken before you loose and I'll make you swallow it" the youngster barked, narrowing his eyes for a moment, his face showed indifference and stayed flat of emotion.

"Sesshomaru-dono is in the council hall, he wants to see you immediately you disobedient whelp!" Jaken retorted to the young Inu demon.

Takeshi let out a long low growl, warning his father's retainer one final time before he would uphold his previous threat. Jaken lept back, stilling himself he watched the retreating form of the prince, as he stood frozen. He thought... it couldn't have been… a flash of red fill the heir's eyes.

His footsteps slowed until he came to a halt in front of the door to the council room. His golden amber eyes burned into the carved wood, the detailing flawless, much how his Father and his ancestors had wanted it upon it being carved. It showed two large Inu youkai dancing with another in a circle, the two dogs representing the yin and the yang. Slowly, but not hesitantly he stepped forward and placed a clawed hand onto the smooth varnished dark wood, his eyes narrowed for a moment, should he wait and be announced, why did his father wanted to see him while he was in council? Was he in council with the other lords or was he alone?

The many thoughts plagued the mind of the young Inu youkai as he pondered his choices, he narrowed his eyes a fraction in annoyance.

He was sure that he would be scolded for interrupting his father without being announced but at this moment in time the pup didn't care as he pushed slightly on the heavy door, his eyes narrowed further as he added more of his strength to the push, why did they have to make well-built heavy doors anyway?

Widening his stride he pushed his weight into the palm thrust and slowly the door opened, pivoting on its hinges as it swung to the side.

Sesshomaru watched intently as the massive main entrance to the council hall swung open, his face showed indifference as he saw his son now stood in the open doorway, his gaze fell back to the scroll in his hands.

Gracefully Takeshi entered the grand hall, his eyes scanned his whereabouts with mild interest in though that was quite the opposite that he was thinking. The room intrigued him to no ends, this is the one of the only rooms that he had not visited in his short life; the other rooms included his grandmother's chambers, Rin's own chambers, the servants abode and of course how could he forget, his own Father's chambers. Takeshi slowed until he halted in front of the steps that led to the platform that four Thrones stood, the largest of them all, the one in the centre, the Western Lord's throne where currently his father sat, not acknowledging his own son's presence. For many moments Takeshi silenced himself and his own thoughts as his gaze held the floor in a one-sided staring contest. Finally he looked up towards his father whom still hadn't prised himself from the scroll.

"Otosama?" he finally spoke, breaking the annoying silence around them, cutting the thick tension. Takeshi chose the form of address wisely, showing his respect for his father with the 'sama' instead of the less formal 'san'.

Sesshomaru gaze followed the fluent spoke words to the lips of his son; his golden gaze fell hard upon his offspring. The Lord stayed silent, not quite sure whether to tell his son about his appointment later this day.

"Hn" that is the only sound that came out of Sesshomaru as he stared at his pup, narrowing his eyes slightly as his son kept his gaze, the beast within his head couldn't make out the behaviour to be a challenge or curiosity but one thing he knew his son better submit soon or fear his wrath.

"May I ask Otosama, why did you summon me here?" the young pup enquired, keeping the staring contest between him and his father alight.

It took a couple of moments for Sesshomaru to register Takeshi's question.

"I wish to speak to you on a matter of personal affairs" Sesshomaru replied, his voice it's usual monotone.

"Personal affairs?" Takeshi questioned, slowly arching a silver eyebrow, the young pup was bewildered by his father's question. His face showed his boredom and his questioning curiosity.

"Do not question this Sesshomaru!" barked Sesshomaru, his eyes almost flashing red, how could his son irritate him so?

Takeshi took a minor step back, feeling the wave of youki cascade towards him, the atmosphere felt heavy as he took in a ragged breath, the pressure trying to cave in his chest.

"Gomennasai, Otosama" the youngster breathed, sighing as he felt the wall of youki weaken at his apology. The young prince wondered why his father seemed tense more than usual.

"Hn" Takeshi took that as an acceptance.

"What is the personal affair do you wish to speak to me about, Otosama?" Takeshi enquired, inclining his head to the left slightly like a pup does while it waits obediently for its master.

How could he say it?

Sesshomaru furrowed his brows, knitting them together in a 'v' shape as he thought of the 'touching' conversation ahead.

"Your Okasan wishes to visit you" he finally spoke, easing into the oncoming conversation.

"My Okasan?" Takeshi repeated his father, why would his mother, his ningen mother want to visit him after she abandoned him when he was born. He never got to see his mother but he has heard about her in the ladies and the Lords gossip and discussions. 'A ningen Miko…that half-breed's whore…why would the Lord bring shame upon the Inu house?…Oh look that's the bastard pup now'

"She has no business with this Takeshi" he finally added, a look of anger and shame slightly graced his features as he diverted his eyes further away from his father.

"The Miko does… it was apart of our agreement that she should visit you" Sesshomaru growled, enlightening his pup.

"I wish not to see her," Takeshi growled, narrowing his eyes, his eyes staying far from his father's person.

"You shall do as this Sesshomaru speaks!" Sesshomaru barked, jolting to his feet, his magenta stripes jagged as his canines grew as the whites of his eyes bled red. Takeshi felt the wave of raising youki and staggered back, lowering himself to his knees as he crouched, a hand on the ground in front of him to stable him.

"Hai" he whimpered, finally accepting his fate that he would consort with a ningen, his ningen mother.

Slowly Sesshomaru's beast fell into slumber and retreated back into the depths of his mind, finally he had regained control of his mind and body as he looked down at the kneeling form of his son. The young pup had much to learn and fast too if he would to grow up into a great ruler of the western lands.

"She will be arriving around about noon in three days, you shall great her and she shall stay in your company, understand?" Sesshomaru instructed his son, raising an elegant eyebrow as he questioned his son.

"So ka…Hai, Otosama, I will meet Okasan and her friends and I will be her escort during her stay?" he enquired, making sure that he had got the right instructions.

Sesshomaru nodded, waving his hand to his son, signalling him to leave him in peace.

Takeshi took the opportunity when it arose and stood, swiftly leaving the vast council hall to return to his quarters.

A/N: Well I'm not sure I like the ending of this chapter but I thought that this chapter was just getting too long for chitchat so I had to finish it somewhere, ne?

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