Shō 13- Za Katsu Madōshi
Chapter 13-The Life Sorcerer

Releasing a violent bone chilling roar, Sesshomaru stood in the center of the vacant bedroom; his head raised toward the heavens, his sword clutched tightly in his palm as he unabashedly released the anger he had contained for so long. He could not believe it. He had found him, but he was not here. Angered that he was unable to kill the youkai he sought on the spot, Sesshomaru spun with lightning speed; rushing toward the servant who had daringly followed him from the entryway. Gripping him by his neck, he violently slammed him against a nearby wall, his feet dangling in mid-air; the air virtually knocked out of him.

"Who resides here?" the youkai lord demanded, lowering his feet to the floor and brandishing the blade of his sword menacingly at the servant's throat; his eyes ferocious and fierce.

Trying desperately to gulp for air, the servant was instantly consumed by a fit of violent choking coughs. "Ōj… Ōji Aki… Akimaru, my lord," he replied cringing against the wall, his legs kicking wildly at air, his hands racing up to pry away the fingers that gripped his throat.

"Ōji Akimaru resides in this room?" Sesshomaru demanded with a narrowing gaze as he brandished his weapon, while maintaining a loose but firm grip around the servant's neck. His anger was misdirected; this youkai was no more than a servant. If he wanted information, he must allow him to live for now. He would confront the Kokuō if he could not confront the Ōji.

"Yes, my lord," the servant replied with fright in his eyes. His feet still kicking and dangling, but he was surprised when he felt the youkai lord loosen his grip enough for him to breathe; though only barely. "Is something wrong?"

Sesshomaru's eyes widened momentarily, then his brows immediately furrowed.

Ōji Akimaru is a dear, old friend.
I would not feel comfortable if you were to take his life.
He would have no chance against you.
Ōji Akimaru is an honorable youkai and he will step aside, I am certain.

It was for Akatsuki's sake that he had not battled and killed him before. Had he erred in doing that? To take Akatsuki as his mate, and not kill the one who professed claim to her. No, he wanted her, and would have done nothing to injure her. But clearly this Akimaru was not as honorable as Akatsuki had previously thought. "Where is your Kokuō? And where is Ōji Akimaru?"

"Ōji Akimaru is our … Kokuō; he… he is away from the castle on business."

"Your Ōji is your Kokuō? What do you mean?" Sesshomaru demanded feeling a sense of urgency. From what he'd heard, he believed he was looking for a youkai at the level of a Kokuō, but what did it mean the Ōji was their Kokuō? "He is called Ōji, but he is also your Kokuō? Does that mean his power is at the level of a Kokuō?"

"Not quite. He is not yet mated, so he is still Ōji," the Suzaku servant explained, his fingers still clutching at the palm that gripped his neck; his fingers clawing and pulling at his own hair as he tried to free himself. His entire throat was encompassed by the youkai lord's single hand and even with the loosened grip; he still found it nearly impossible to breathe. "He has taken command of our clan upon the death of his father, but he has not yet had all of his powers released," the servant managed to choke out. "Although his power is the strongest in the clan."

Sesshomaru had no interest in the Ōji's petty affairs. As far as he was concerned, Ōji, Kokuō; it mattered not. To him, it was close enough. "Where is my mate?"

"Your mate?" the servant asked stupidly, his brown eyes wide as they looked on blankly.

Impatient, Sesshomaru squeezed a little tighter. "Your Ōji has taken my mate. Tell me why. Where has he gone?"

With that squeeze, the servant's eyes seemed to pop from his head. "Taken your mate?" he choked. "Hide… Hidenka Akatsuki?" the Suzaku servant repeated for clarification. The look in his nearly bulging eyes displayed complete skepticism. "Ōji Akimaru would never do such a thing," the Suzaku servant insisted with wide-eyed surprise. "There… there must be some mistake," he managed to cough out, his legs stopped moving; his hands coming to rest atop the hand that held his life within it; as if just the thought had taken all the fight from him. "He would never hurt Hidenka Akatsuki."

"She is Lady Akatsuki," Sesshomaru said stiffly as he corrected him angrily. He had no idea what this servant's understanding was, but he would ensure he gave his lady the respect she deserved. "She is my mate now, and you will address her as such."

"Yes… yes my lord, I am aware. I apologize," the servant's tone was so amicable; a definite indication that if he were not being held so fiercely, he would have immediately dropped to his knees in subservience.

"What makes you so confident that your Ōji would not harm Lady Akatsuki?"

The servant did not respond and Sesshomaru clenched his hand a little tighter around his throat; if he squeezed any more securely, his life would surely be gone. The youkai lord had little patience, and if it was not that he required answers, he would simply squeeze the life from him this very minute.

"Speak up, or I will take your life without a single thought!" he commanded, his youkai flaring in anger, the markings on his face growing more jagged, his eyes devolving from clear gold to pink with a tinge of red as he redirected his claws into the servant's throat, just barely piercing his flesh, blood trickling through his fingers; but the youkai lord refrained from releasing any poison. For now this youkai was all he had, and he would obtain as much information as he could. "What are you trying to hide?"

"Noth… nothing, my lord. I… I… I just thought you knew," the youkai servant sputtered out, once more trying to free himself from the deadly grip.

"Knew what?" Sesshomaru growled, his voice animalistic as he roared between, sharp clenched fangs. "I have no time for your indecisiveness. What did you think I knew?"

"He… he… he loves her."

Sesshomaru's brows creased as he released him, dropping him to his feet; almost as if simply touching him was suddenly a despicable act. "You said loves, you mean used to love;" he repeated taken aback; his red eyes blinking and reverting to gold. Despite not liking the thought that this Akimaru still loved his mate; that made no sense. How could anyone do this if he loved her?

"Yes, I'm … I'm sorry, I should have said… loved," the youkai servant grasped his throat in obvious relief of being freed, trying to ward off the flow of blood as he lowered his gaze in apparent embarrassment. "But… but love is not something one can simply… turn off," he said slowly, uncertainly; making an attempt to explain. "He has… loved her since they were young Suzaku; and… and it was always assumed…"

"I care not what has been assumed. Akatsuki is not his mate, she is mine," Sesshomaru declared, knowing what the servant would have said. An honorable youkai would have stepped aside once Akatsuki had mated; but apparently, this Ōji Akimaru was not honorable. And clearly, he seemed to have been the one who had taken Rin.

"When is he expected back?" Sesshomaru finally refocused on his objective.

"I don't know my lord."

"How long has he been gone?"

"He has been away for some time, but he has not been here this past week."

That was several days before Akatsuki was taken. "How long is he usually gone?"

"It differs my lord. He could be gone a week, two; or even longer."

"What was he doing before he left? Has he acted unnaturally?" Sesshomaru wanted to know. Surely he could not have kept his planned intent hidden from his servants. They had to have noticed something.

"No my lord. He was the same as always," the servant shifted his glance to the floor; either from simple fear, or of simply being unable to face the fury in his lord; Sesshomaru was unsure which. "But a person of his stature does not spend much time with his servants."

"Where is your Ōji's business?"

"I do not know."

"How do you not know?" Sesshomaru demanded; his youki just on the verge of flaring in anger once more. How could the leader of a clan disappear for days without telling anyone in his castle? "Who does? Where does he usually go?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know my lord. I don't think even his younger brother knows. But Ōji Akimaru has never …" the servant cowered against the wall in fright. He could hear and see the anger flaring in the youkai lord, and believed for certain his life would now end.

"His younger brother? Where is he? Is he in command with the Ōji's departure?" Sesshomaru asked remembering how he had left his younger brother in charge.

"Ōji Akihiko is in command by status only because of his title, but he is but a young youkai who requires guardians for his care," the servant responded languidly.

"Does your elder Ōji have another place of residence?" Sesshomaru demanded, growing weary of his ignorance; it was all he could do to still his hand.

"No, the Ōji stays at this castle only; unless he stays in the forest on one of his trips," the youkai servant said, then tilted his head as his eyes seemed to wander in deep thought; a thought from long ago. "But, I do recall his father used to maintain a manor somewhere further in the southern lands, I believe," he said then shook his head, attempting to dismiss the thought, almost the moment it had entered his head. "But it has been abandoned long ago. Ōji Akimaru had no use for it and it had not been used for some time before his father died; he has not been there since he was a mere child."

"A manor in the southern lands? Abandoned," Sesshomaru repeated, simultaneously deciding that he would see how abandoned this southern manor truly was.

Akatsuki sat on the edge of the bed. She was angry. No, she was furious, so furious that she could not think, but she had to. Ōji Akimaru was insane; but that did not change the fact that she wanted to kill him. How had he allowed himself to be so? Was it the dark demon magic that had entangled him somehow? Did he even know what he was doing? He had wasted away the hours until early morning, prattling away in that same insane manner; trying to convince her that he was doing this because he loved her; because he needed to show her the error of her ways.

But she had to get past him. He was unimportant. She had to think. What could she do? She had to do something. She would not allow him to take her child. She would never allow him to force her to be his mate. She was already mated and her love would find her; somehow he would find her. But how? If Sesshomaru could neither see this place, nor scent her presence, how would he know where to find her?

Ōji Akimaru had left her alone again. But that was fine; she did not wish to see him. It was too difficult for her to know she wanted nothing more than to kill an old friend. He had not returned since he'd disclosed his depraved plan several hours ago and she knew she needed to use this time to develop her own plan, but she'd been trying to do that since he'd left her here. But every time she tried to think, she'd been consumed by an insufferable anger. How could he possibly say he loved her; yet wanted to do something so despicable as to take her child from her and erase her memories?

Then, Akatsuki remembered the visions she'd seen over the past months. She remembered worrying about the safety of her child. Had this been why? Is this what those visions had been about? Why hadn't she been able to see it clearly? Why had she not been able to do something to counteract this? If only she knew more about dark magic. But she had always avoided it. She had always thought it was outside the realm of a life sorceress's sphere of interest; it was outside her sphere of interest. But now, she wondered if it was because she was in Edera's former castle that the door to those visions, had opened. But she had not wished to think any more of that succuvex; she had promised her love that she would not. But because of her lack of experience in such magic; she had not walked through that door to see what was there. Instead, she had erected a blood barrier that the Ōji said he had discovered a weakness in. But how was that possible? But did that matter? She had been overwhelmed with those dark thoughts. Thoughts the Ōji had clearly placed in her head. Thoughts that if she had tried to concentrate on could have helped her avoid this; perhaps could have even helped her help an old friend. Now, she wished she had walked through that door. She was a life sorceress; nothing should be outside her sphere.

One of those sightings you had, may well have been of the true offender. It may well be someone who uses no magic at all. Perhaps they were attempting to confuse and deceive you into believing it is someone you know and care for and they have not yet developed their abilities to direct your thoughts to the person they wish you to believe is truly responsible.

That is what Ashira had said. How true her words had been. She had initially perceived the Ōji as the possible offender, but then she had seen Lord Balthazar, then a Suzaku guard, and finally her love. But she had not believed it was any of them, except perhaps Lord Balthazar. But she could not imagine why even he would wish to do that.

When that child of yours is birthed, he will be council to my lord.

But now, she knew. Ōji Akimaru intended to give her child to the demon lord. But how did it become so twisted that she thought the intent was to give him to her dead sister? Why would the Ōji wish her to think something like that? Unless… Akatsuki's heart froze; unless that was a sign that her love would not find her. Unless that was a sign that her child would in truth… die. But no, she would not allow that. Whether Sesshomaru found her or not, she would kill him before…

Akatsuki began to think about Ōji Akimaru once more; about everything; about what he'd said; about everything he'd done; and she was overwhelmed by her own ineffectiveness; and she laid her face into the pillow; her hair splaying wildly across it, and she began to cry; uncontrollably for 20, perhaps 25 minutes. She hated it. She hated herself for doing such a thing. She was a powerful youkai sorceress. She should not cry so openly. She should not cry for an Ōji who would do such a thing. It felt like her body would be ripped apart by her own convulsions, but she could not stop it. It had to be released, and so she had let it flow; her tears for her regrets about not walking through a door that had opened for her; her final tears for an old friend lost; a friend she had known almost all her life; and she wondered if it was truly her; a life sorceress, who had led him down the dark path he now traveled. She could not contain her own guilt; her own sorrow; and so, she did not try.

But finally, the tears stopped and Akatsuki tried to regroup as she choked away her sobs while trying to think as she lifted her head; wiped her eyes and combed her claws through her hair before brushing it away from her face. Akatsuki had not cried like that in a long time. Not since she had lost her sister. She had never felt such pain or helplessness since then. But now, even though she did not know how, she knew she needed to try to reach out to someone. She had no idea what immediate plans Ōji Akimaru truly had for her. He had threatened to mate with her. If what he proposed could truly be called mating. He had threatened to take her child and erase her mind. Would her love find her before the Ōji completely lost his and carried out his threats? She could not allow herself to think about anything like that. Whether Sesshomaru found her or not, she would not lose their child. She would not accept the life the Ōji proposed for her, she would find some way to return to the life she had chosen for herself.

Frustrated, Akatsuki rose from the bed and looked through the window. At least, even with all his hatred, Ōji Akimaru had not left her boxed up in that tiny space he had previously confined her to. She should be grateful for that anyway.

The youkai lady stared out across the horizon. The sun would soon set over the mountains once again. Another day was coming to an end. Where was she? Why didn't she know? Had the Ōji truly worked his magic on her mind? Ōji Akimaru had said there were two barriers. The one he controlled around the room she was trapped in, and the one that apparently surrounded the manor that kept them concealed. But two barriers or one, there had to be a weakness in both, that's why he could not block the outside from her sight. That's why she was able to see the sky and trees and mountains. Or perhaps he simply wanted her to watch the world pass her by, knowing she was incapable of stopping it. But no, she did not believe that; he was not that clever. He was insane, and he was following the path of his insanity. These barriers had weaknesses and she just had to find out what they were.

She was a powerful life sorceress. As long as her mind remained clear, there had to be something she could do to free herself. Then, she remembered the amulet on her left ear. Would it work? Could she call for Adona or her mother? Or had he perhaps shutdown all forms of her magic she wondered, as she lifted her hand to her ear, but felt no pulse. But even still, if she could only see a youkai passing by, perhaps she could make contact through their heart; let them know she was here; then they could contact her lord. But no, the barriers wouldn't work like that, would they? She might see someone, but there was no guarantee she would be able to contact them. All of her magic might well be sealed by the external barrier if not by the internal one. That's probably why the Ōji created them. She would probably never get past it. Her only hope would be a soul to soul connection; something stronger than just her sensor abilities; then the barriers might not matter at all. But then, there was that time when she'd thought she had almost touched Ōji Akimaru's heart. Since he was a familiar, she would not have been able to read his heart, but the thing is she did not know who it was at the time, and her mind had definitely reached through that first barrier. Maybe she could reach through them both. But once she had reached through that first barrier, she had been blocked.

Blocked. It wasn't merely the block of a familiar, it was different. Why was she blocked? Perhaps it was that demonic amulet he had around his neck. Perhaps that had stopped her from reaching his heart, but without it she would not be stopped from reaching the heart or mind of someone else, would she? So then perhaps the internal barrier wasn't as efficient as she'd previously thought. Perhaps the external one was not either. Perhaps he did not even know she had almost reached his heart and had not even bothered to strengthen them; even if he could. If not, then if she could just figure out whom to reach out to, perhaps she could try again.

Then, it was like a light went off, as she remembered Inuyasha. If only she was still one soul with the young hanyou, perhaps then, she could contact him. She could send him her thoughts. She could then let him know where she was and he could contact her lord and love. But no, she had released his soul when she had restored his life, and her handmaidens had likely taken care of any residual connections when she had lost so much of her own life force. They needed to free her, or she would have died. But even if she could contact him, she did not even know where she was, so what would she say? All she knew was that she was trapped in some manor surrounded by dark magic. But with a soul to soul connection, she could have him see through her eyes; perhaps he would know her location. If so, she could have him let Sesshomaru know where she was.

Feeling a slight kick, Akatsuki pressed her palm against her belly and gently stroked small circular motions. She hoped her frustrations had not distressed her child. "Do not worry little one," she said as she moved back toward the bed and sat down; she hoped that taking a seat would relieve his distress as her eyes continuously searched the space for something, anything. "I will not let him hurt you," she said continuing to move her hand tenderly across her belly. This child was part of her, he was part of her lord. He would be the first warrior in the Suzaku clan in untold years, she would never lose him. "I will never let him take you from me, and your lord and father will never let that happen either."

Akatsuki continued to stroke her belly as she tried to determine what to do. This barrier had to have a weakness; she just had to find out what it was. Even her own barrier had a weakness. It could be broken by powerful Suzaku magic if she was not aware they were attacking and had not prepared it mentally. The stress of that extra protection tore at her own strength and left her weakened and so she did not use it unless she felt it was absolutely necessary. That is how Ōji Akimaru had likely broken through. She had never considered the possibility that she would be attacked by a Suzaku during that battle. She had not even sensed his presence because she was so consumed by the jumbled thoughts of the invaders that had attacked the castle. But if she had sensed him, she probably would never have considered him a threat. He did not have a king's power, but what power he did have, must have been enhanced by Lord Balthazar through that amulet he possessed. But even Lord Balthazar was not all powerful; she just had to find his weakness. But how, she had no magic, she had nothing.

Her head was spinning from her repetitious thoughts. That's all she'd been doing since Ōji Akimaru had left her alone and still, she had come up with nothing. She had no idea when or if he would return; and she had no idea what state he would be in if he did. She did not want to think about any possible confrontations he might try to subject her to. If he attempted to come through that barrier to attack her, she would take that amulet from his neck. He had a sword and she did not, but she did have her claws and her fangs. She had no idea whether her powers would return instantly or not once the barrier fell; but she would give him a fight he never imagined.

Inuyasha.

His name rang through her head once more and Akatsuki began to wonder just how definitive the separation from the young hanyou truly was. Their souls were one for over fifty years; could there possibly be some part of his soul still connected to hers despite the separation ceremony her handmaidens had performed?

But did they do that completely in the case of Inuyasha? They had not been aware of that connection. Their goal then, was to separate her from Sesshomaru whom she had inadvertently connected with during her weakened state. She had never been connected to anyone so long, and Inuyasha's soul had remained dormant within her. Perhaps a part of it still was; there had to be some kind of fringe benefit still available to her after such a lengthy connection, did there not? If she tried, would she be able to reach him? Or maybe she could reach out to whoever was passing by? Or would the barrier also block that part of her ability? But perhaps Ōji Akimaru had not even considered that side of her abilities. He did not seem to realize she could not read the heart of a familiar.

Still agitated, Akatsuki rose and looked out the window once more. She had no idea whether anyone was anywhere in the area. She had not seen anyone in the days since she'd awakened here. She could just try reaching out, but how far? From the view outside the window, she seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Even if there was someone out there, she'd have to know how far they were to ensure a connection of this sort, or at least be one with their soul. She'd never tried to randomly reach out to no-one in particular. She had always known whose heart she was attempting to read or project to; and how far away they were. But maybe she should at least try. If she could reach someone's heart, anyone's heart, perhaps she could communicate with them. Just because she had never done it did not mean she could not. Had not her efforts to save the young hanyou been proof of that? Inuyasha should definitely be her first attempt, she decided. She needed to reach inside herself and determine whether any part of his soul was still dormant within her.

"Mother."

Akatsuki's hand froze as her eyes widened in astonishment. Staring down at her stomach with mouth slightly agape, she could barely believe it. In her head, she'd heard a small voice call out to her. Her child had called to her? But how?

"Mother," again, the small voice called out.

This was impossible. She must be losing her mind. Ōji Akimaru had said.., but this… ? Why would she … ? But her mother had said it was possible, but at that time, she had never really thought about it. Her mother had always told of how she used to talk to both of her daughters while she carried them. She remembered she used to think her mother spoke metaphorically, like she and her love had done every day since they realized she was with child. She remembered how much it had warmed her heart when Sesshomaru would lie beside her, hold her in his arms, gently rubbing her abdomen and talking to their child. She had no doubts before, but with those efforts, she knew he would truly have no problems keeping his promise to not only love her, but their children as well.

Now, though, she believed her mother's words may have been more literal than she had previously thought; because her mother was a life sorceress and both her daughters were as well. But she was going to have a warrior. She might be a life sorceress like her mother, but he would not be. But she did hear him, did she not? Could it be?

"Little one, I am here, is that truly you?" Akatsuki asked looking down toward her stomach as if expecting direct confirmation. Had her anguish distressed him? Had all her tears disturbed him in some way? But no, she had probably only heard him because she was a life sorceress, and as long as she carried him, their souls were connected.

But then, could he truly be the first? The only one? A male life sorcerer? Impossible! But was it really? Was life not filled with wonderfully impossible things? Was it not both wonderful and impossible that her lord was also her love? Did she not love him at one point and feared he would never love her? And yet, did he not? Did he not show his love to her every moment they spent together? So why could not their son be the first life sorcerer? Is that why Ōji Akimaru wanted to take him?

Do you even know what you're carrying there?

That is what Ōji Akimaru had wanted to know. He had said Balthazar of the demon lands had told him about her child. But why would Lord Balthazar have interest in her son?

When that child of yours is birthed, he will be council to my lord.

Unless…

His final vow was that he would one day possess this land's most powerful son and would return.

Could that possibly be? She had not really paid much attention to the Ōji's words because it was apparent that he was truly insane. To think that he could take her child from her was an obvious indication of just how far gone he truly was; because she would never allow it. But still… she had always thought that it was Sesshomaru that the demon lord was after, but could it be?

"Mother?"

"Yes little one. I am here," she said; her heart racing with the realization as she gently rubbed her belly when the voice had called once more. "Fear not, I will protect you," She said, hoping that she could indeed find a way to protect him. She would allow no one to take this child, her child.

"Father."

"Yes, do not worry. He will find us. I have faith in him and I know that somehow he will find us," Akatsuki confirmed as she continued to look through the window with hopeful eyes. Despite what Ōji Akimaru had said about the strength of his barrier, Sesshomaru would find them would he not? "And he will protect us."

"Father!" the child's voice cried more forcefully.

He was so young, she thought, as she looked down at her belly once more. He has been in gestation for only twelve weeks. He would not be birthed for another four. His brain had not fully developed and communicating with her had to be difficult for him. But she hated the fact that the first time they did communicate he was disturbed by sensing her own distress of her love not being here to save them, and Akatsuki took a deep breath, making a concerted effort to calm the distress that ebbed within her. She would not allow her child to sense any more of her discomfort.

"Father!"

His voice sounded more distressed, more determined, and Akatsuki redirected her focus to her stomach, gently cradling him with both hands.

"Please do not worry my love, your father will find us," she continued to gently rub her belly as she stared out through the window again. All the horrid thoughts she'd been having; she should have been more alert to the feelings of her child; but she had not realized that…; but she should have realized that her tears and sadness would affect him whether he was a sorcerer or not, just look at what she has done. But even that thought brought more tears to her eyes; as her heart was filled with the sadness her child probably felt at this very moment.

Akatsuki knew she really needed to try to reach the young hanyou if it was at all possible; that would probably be their only chance. Once she calmed her child's distress, she would try to determine if there was any way to initiate a soul to soul contact with Inuyasha.

"Father!"

Akatsuki stared down once more. What was it; why was her child still so distressed? This seemed to be more than just the concerns she had. He seemed to be worried about Sesshomaru himself. Was he trying to tell her something?

"What is it my love? What are you trying to tell me," Akatsuki asked refocusing her gaze to peer down at her belly while rubbing gentle loving strokes across it. She was still disturbed by the fact that her concerns may have distressed him; but she could not help but wonder if there was more.

"Father. Father," he repeated in anguish.

"Sesshomaru," she uttered her love's name. Was her child truly trying to communicate with her about her love and his father? What did he want her to know? Had he sensed something she had not because she, herself, had been so distressed. Had his father's soul called out to him? Was her love in danger of some sort? Was he close by and walking into a trap? She was the most powerful life sorceress in all the land, more powerful than her mother had ever been, yet here she stood trying to figure out what her child was trying to tell her. If she was indeed the most powerful life sorceress, then she needed to stop fretting around like a helpless youkai and behave as a powerful life sorceress would. She would not allow any harm to come to her love. If her child wanted her to do something, then she would help him. First, she needed to figure out what it was.

With determination, Akatsuki slipped a claw between the seams of her kimono and ripped out some of the threads from the side of it so her hands could easily slip between the fabric and touch her flesh. She was grateful that she had changed from the white hebikinu she had worn when she was training with her lord to a kimono after she'd gone swimming. The seams on it were considerably easier to open. If her little one was trying to touch her soul and make true contact with her, then she was going to do whatever she could to make it easier for him.

Stretching out across the bed, Akatsuki slipped her palm in beneath the freshly ripped seam, and rested it gently upon her belly. Gently stroking herself in soft circular motions, she closed her eyes and prepared herself to communicate with her son.

"What is it my love. I am here, tell me."

Okay dear supporters,
Oh, wow. Isn't that something? Akatsuki is having the first life sorcerer? Life sorceresses have always been female, that was a part of the curse, wasn't it; but it looks like Akatsuki's and Sesshomaru's child would be both a warrior and a sorcerer if it lives. Highly unusual; Akatsuki certainly didn't expect it. But apparently, they were both very powerful and passed their genes down to their child. But what does that mean; and what does he want to tell his mother? What do you think he wants to tell her? Does he sense Sesshomaru, is Sesshomaru in trouble?

Note: In case you are uncertain, by warrior, I do not just mean the baby is a male, I mean he will be capable of transforming into an inu like his father can (but perhaps an inu without a mokomoko but with wings?) if he lives.

Next up:
Further development of that surprising and interesting life twist for Akatsuki and Sesshomaru with a little mysticism.

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Akatsuki - (Aurora/Dawn)
chichi-ue - (father)
daiyoukai - (great demon)
Kokuō - (King)
Ouroboros - dragon or serpent devouring its tail)
Tsuka - (hilt)
youkai - (demon)
youki - (dark demon power)