I don't own Inuyasha.
It been a long time since I have updated the this story.
What the hell was happening while volcanoes erupted under his skin? It must have really been that time after all.
The details about the whole thing where fussy… Mother had said at the time…
Chapter 4
Father's body had been dead twenty human years; mother and I had been living in grandfather's palace ever since that night. Mother had never remarried, but there were still many nobles that came to court her daily. For the most part mother acted as an adviser for Uncle who now ran grandfather's lands as regent for Sesshomaru. Mother also made sure to personally see to my lessons.
It happened during one of my lessons with mother, she was giving a lecture on planetary balance, an odd subject that she had added to my long list of weekly lessons. Haiirohone the only demon guard in the palace sat across from me, straight back, watch full, but never scary. He was one of my instructors, teaching me about fighting, hunting and demons; mother didn't trust having a human teach about demons, and she had given me a human instructor to teach about humans.
Like usual we sat in the palace gallery, a wide open are that mother had put aside for all my lessons. There was very little furniture here, only a table and a deep red sitting pillows, red was my dead father's colour of choice for me, for me and any tutor or guest. Now the table had been place in the far right cornor of the spacious room. Mother had opened the outer panels that open to western gardens of the palace.
I sat looking into the garden, a rippling stone garden lay in the center of lush white tsutsujis. The contrast between the stone and flower garden was a lesson, which was what my mother said. The garden had been created to teach me, but I still didn't know what, too young my mother had told me when I asked. Thinking about it now I still didn't know the lesson.
Again sharp pain hit my body. It felt like someone had dumped hot water over my frozen body, but I wasn't cold. The heat that filled me set every inch of my skin on end hungry and longing, for what I don't know, but the pain, it danced with the hunger intertwined with the heat.
"Life Inuyash, do you know what life is?" my mother had asked. When I looked at she was as young and beautiful as i had always known her to be. I was told years later that while I stayed a young child my mother had grown old during my then fifty years of life.
"Life is hard." That one I had just repeated to her what I had heard from the palace workers. My other smiled, I don't think I failed her even for a moment.
"It is that. What else?"
"It's beautiful." Looking at my mother, maybe it was a child eyes. But anything that had to do with my mother must be beautiful.
"Yes Inuyasha. Life is beautiful, beautiful and precious, hard and soft, filled with light, dark, and every shad in-between." She had touched by face then, soft hands cupping my cheeks.
Though my body now felt alien to me, still her touch even now, I felt like I could feel that touch.
"Remember my son, if there is one thing life never is, it is never simple." A slight grin pulled at the right corner of her lips, some joke only she could hear bring it there. "The gods made their most intricate source of entertainment when they made life."
Even at fifty I had still been a child protection and a mothers love where the things I knew best. I had had moments of where the outside world would intrude, and remainder of my uniqueness caused me only pain. Still her words then seemed to deep, to slick for me to grasp with the little hand I'd had.
The pain was gone now, but the heat, the heat continued to build in me.
She'd slipped her hand from my cheek to take hold of my hands. She turned away from me looking back to the evenly spaced lines of the rock garden. "The gods make plans, see patterns our eyes wont fathom. Yet every creature holds their place in that plan." Soft hands squeeze my own.
My mother was strength. She hadn't been a person to back down from any man, best or demon. Stories said that that was the reason my father had fallen for mother. Only the strong of humans could possibly catch the eye of the great lord demon the west. Sitting there the sun beating down brightly warming every fiber of my flesh, Amaterasu smiling her brightest, my mother showed more venerability than I had ever seen.
My body that quaked with intense pain quaked anew with something as different to pain as ice was to fire.
"You too have a place in their plans Inuyasha, a part in the pattern."
"Mother?" My voice had trembled then; a child feeling the waves of discontent, tides coming in from my mother. In the back ground I could hear Haiirohone shift where he sat, I suppose he had wanted to comfort my mother, bur he stayed where he was. I couldn't feel the smile any longer I just wanted my mother calm again.
Mother didn't turn to me, she just kept looking out. "The years will number two centuries and a half young son of the Great Dog Demon, then only four more years of respite will you have." The voice, a soft yet deep percussion, had come out from behind the flowers, in an area so well lit by the sun you couldn't see anything beyond it. Out of the light stepped a woman.
To that day I hadn't thought to meet another woman as regal as my mother. Her raven hair fell free along her back and deep endless black eyes had bored into my own. She took leisurely steps advancing faster than what should have been possible. I'd looked back at Haiirohone thinking this was a demon attack, but Haiirohone was frozen. Quickly I'd turned to my mother, but she'd also be frozen. Remembering my lessons I'd considered it to be a demon spell.
Like the good foolish son that I was I'd moved to place myself between my mother and the stranger. Later when I told my mother the tail, she would hit on the head when I got to this part, then she would hug me.
The stranger now stood directly in front of me. She'd moved too fast for my child eyes, too fast for me to think, too fast for me to see. Looking back she hadn't been a tall women or a short one either. My guess she was five feet seven[i], with a slim body light dressed in a simple flower printed kimono. Mind you what she looked like didn't matter; I later understood that she appeared as she wanted herself to appear. The woman didn't really have a body, but everything I was as real as my own.
She continued to smile. It hadn't been a gentle smile, more indulgent than anything. I think she had known everything I'd been thinking at the time. What I'd been thinking was ways to kill the stranger.
"It is a hard thing your mother is trying to do now Inuyasha. Here days here are coming to an end." I didn't tell my mother this part, I'd just held her tight never wanting to let go.
"Who?" before I could finish asking the question her smile got wider and outside got brighter.
"I smiled greatly for you today Inuyasha." Then I'd known who I was talking to. "Come son of is Izayoi hear my words." Despite the smile her eyes never wavered. I don't think I had really had a choice about listening. "When your time is up, your duty beings, the survival of your kind will fall to you. Follow your guide to the flowerbed that waits, and the complete the mission of days." Her eyes closed then and the smile softened at the sides, a small little chuckle slipping out. I never did get the joke.
"There where you lay, meet your destiny to accept or cast aside. Your choice young hanyou will decide the next shape of the pattern." The joke must have been one only gods could understand, the chuckle was now a laugh.
"I….is…that i?" It had been a wild hope really.
"No. then the adventures begins. Your guide will know what to do." The light had brighter blinding me. When I could see again Amaterasu was gone. Mother blinked and looked up at me, and then she cried.
The flood of heat took me held me and filled me. I could name this heat, and the need that followed. I wasn't a virgin. Demons aren't any different from humans when it came to sex and puberty really, although it could get bloodier.
Sex is what I wanted. With the pain gone unfulfilled sexual hunger took over my body. I could feel the blood rushing to my already engorged penis, the nerve endings taking note of the slightest touch. My breath was coming out in pants, so sexually simulated you would think that I was at the climax. If only the climax would come. Somehow I was held to the peak and to hell would the let me fall. Like hell. If the forces that brought me here would let me come I would damned well jump myself.
hope you liked it i've already started the next part.
[i] I know that Japanese don't measure height this was, but I never try for math when I can avoid it.