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Authors Notes: Work overload, tight schedule and a computer virus I blame for this late update. I am so sorry everyone for the delay. Everything is up and running and I've had a total revamp. I appreciate your patience.
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This is a lengthy chapter, as I felt I owed it to you guys. I must tell you, it is not my best writing as I tried to recreate the chapter (most was wiped out by the virus and not saved). If the end seems a bit rushed, that is why.
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Part II
"We always strive for that which is forbidden, and desire that which is denied us."
Chapter 25: Covet
"I'm ready, youbo-sama!"
Standing next to the horse, Kikyou looked up to find Juun descending the stairs with his travel satchel slung across his back. The boy looked well rested; she had trimmed his hair and it now brushed softly against his shoulders.
"You look quite handsome today," she said, noting his light blue keso. The darker blue hakamas he wore were fastened securely from the ankle to his knees and his feet were encased in soft-soled walking shoes. "Well, we should get going now." The miko smiled at his blush and turned to mount her mare.
As she settled in her seat, she felt a whoosh of air as Juun levitated from the ground and landed softly behind her in the saddle. Nudging the horse with her knees, they began the journey to the camp.
As they reached the village exit, Kikyou was surprised to see Shinpachi and three other men waiting on the outskirts. Reigning in her mount, she stopped to speak with them.
"Oi, Shinpachi-dono," Kikyou greeted. "Are you going somewhere?"
The men were equipped for travel and they carried weapons. The miko could only surmise they had assembled a hunting party.
"Good morning, Kikyou-sama," the old man returned her greeting. "We overheard the invitation to the soldier's encampment and have decided to accompany you."
"Thank you." Kikyou sounded surprised, "But… there is no need..."
"I beg to differ, my lady," Shinpachi interrupted. "We will escort you there, assist in any way we can and see you home safely. We must insist, Kikyou-sama." The man's voice broke no argument. "Besides…" his tone changed to one of appeal, "… you would not want to offend an old man such as I." He bowed in dramatic fashion.
"Quit acting the fool, Shinpachi-dono," Kikyou said firmly. "I assure you it is most unbecoming… old man indeed," she sniffed. "Why do I feel that this is a conspiracy?"
Seated behind his foster mother, Juun knew that the question was directed at him. The arms around Kikyou's waist tightened, appealing her to allow the men to come along. He beamed a smile in the direction of Shinpachi's voice as he felt Kikyou take a deep breath and then sigh.
"All right," she said and smiled at the old man. Shinpachi returned her smile as he was quite used to her bold speech. "Come… or we shall be late." Urging the horse forward, the miko could only shake her head as the men fell in step behind her.
Horses were scarce in the village and the majority were used for work. However, one was always made available for Kikyou in these situations.
"Is this your doing, Juun-san?" the miko whispered to her son.
"No… on my word, youbo-sama!" the boy hastened to say. "I knew there was a concern, but I did not know they planned to go with us."
"Do you agree then… that this is necessary?"
"Yes!" Juun said vehemently. "I just… I… have a bad feeling."
Kikyou did not respond right away and they continued to ride in silence. Finally, she spoke.
"Trust your feelings, my son," Kikyou said softly. "They seldom steer you wrong." Her voice held humor and the boy responded in kind by squeezing her waist tighter.
xXxXx
Awasumaru sat on his futon as Jaken flittered about the room. The toad was preparing him for his second day at the council with his father. He was just as excited as he was yesterday, but the boy was beginning to feel homesick.
It was early and he knew that everyone at the village were already awake. His mother was probably with her patients and Juun was helping old man Shinpachi in the fields. Awasumaru smiled as he wondered if Eizo had been injured again; the young man was quite accident-prone and a frequent visitor to their home.
The young half demon decided that once he returned to the village, he would have to work extra hard to make up for his absence. Kikyou had instilled strong work ethics in both boys and Awasumaru almost felt guilty at his decadent living here at the castle.
"Rise and shine, young master," Jaken tittered. "Your father will be calling for you soon."
"Tell me, Jaken-sama," the child began. "Do you know about a half demon called Naraku?"
The toad turned slowly from his duties to face the boy seated on the futon. "So… you have heard of him; have you?" Jaken inquired.
"Yes," Awasumaru began. "While at the council I met the leader of the wolf tribe… the one called Kouga-san. His ward told me about Naraku, but he didn't tell me a lot. When I asked the wolf…" the boy continued, "… he told me to ask my father."
"That was good advice," Jaken sniffed. "However, I will tell you that he was a most vile creature that preyed on the weak and mercilessly used our youkai minions as his personal shields in battle."
"When the coward finally came out in the open, no matter how many transformations, he was no match for you father," Jaken snickered. "I am surprised your mother never told you about him."
"My mother?" Awasumaru's jaw dropped. "My mother knows this Naraku?"
"Well of course," Jaken continued to prattle. "She was his prime target, after all. I must say that, I never quite understood why he wanted to kill her so badly. He almost succeeded a few times; however, your father…"
"My father saved her!" Awasumaru's bark interrupted the toad. "That's right; isn't it, Jaken-sama?"
The demon toad's eyes grew even larger at the boy's assumption. That was far from the truth, but he could not tell Awasumaru that. The boy looked so happy at the prospect of his parents in a romantic situation.
"Ah… well…" he began.
"I knew it… I knew he cared about mother," the boy said more to himself. Bronze orbs glittered as they turned on Jaken. "You must tell me more," Awasumaru demanded. "Was my mother at the final battle? Did she help father defeat him?"
"Yes," Jaken said and knew that at some point he would have to end this conversation. It was clear he had said too much already; Sesshomaru would not be pleased. "The two worked together to defeat Naraku," the toad informed the boy.
The child's whoop of glee and the laugh that followed was contagious. Jaken could not help but respond to it. However, Awasumaru's next question wiped the smile from his face.
"What about my uncle, Inuyasha, what did he do?"
"Inuyasha?" Jaken's voice was guarded. "What do you know about Inuyasha?"
"Nothing," the boy answered readily. "I was told to ask my father about him too."
"And… so you should," the toad said with finality. He would not incur Sesshomaru's wrath by divulging that information to his son. It was up to the taiyoukai what he wanted to reveal about his relationship with his brother.
"Come, young master." The toad turned back to his duties. "There will be plenty of time to speak with your father later on such matters. You must hurry and get dressed."
With a sigh, Awasumaru pulled back the covers and rose to his feet. He had to admit that he was wary about broaching the subject with his father. The youkai lord was still an enigma to him and considering everyone's reaction, the issue of his brother must be off limits. Did the two brothers have some sort of disagreement?
Bracing his body, the young half demon decided he had to know. He would confront his father and deal with the consequences. He wanted to know why Naraku had hated his mother and about the brother that his father had never mentioned.
xXxXx
The encampment was small and shabbily erected. The men stood as Kikyou and her entourage rode through and stopped in front of the structure where Tomoaki stood to receive them.
Juun hopped from the horse and Kikyou followed, alighting gracefully. Shinpachi and the others stood slightly behind them and they all bowed to the commander.
"Thank you for coming, Lady Kikyou," Tomoaki said cordially. "I have had refreshments prepared, would you care to join me before you evaluate the injured?"
"Thank you, Harada-san, but I would like to get started immediately," the miko responded. "However, as the villagers have traveled on foot, they may have need of such nourishment."
"Oh… of course," Tomoaki said and turned to Shinpachi and his men. "Please, help yourselves."
Cocking his head at an angle, Juun detected undertones of disappointment in Tomoaki's voice. The man was not pleased with his foster mother's refusal. He was relieved to hear Shinpachi refuse. They were only there to assist Kikyou and nothing more.
"If you will show us the way, we can get started," Kikyou informed the commander.
"I will personally escort you." Tomoaki turned and offered his arm. He raised an eyebrow noticing the woman tactfully ignored it by taking hold of the child's hand.
"Come Juun-san," she said and nodded to the commander to precede her. "Shinpachi-dono, would you please see to the supplies?"
The men began to unpack her horse and Tomoaki surmised this was a woman used to giving orders and having them obeyed. This intrigued him even more and he found her challenging.
As they approached the tent that housed the wounded soldiers, he wondered about her husband. The villagers had not mentioned him; therefore, Tomoaki could only assume the man was dead as the woman spoke for herself.
A beautiful widow was considered a convenience. They were experienced lovers, without the nuisance of offending their virtue. Usually, a trinket, bauble or a roll of the finest silk would secure discretion and he wondered which Kikyou would prefer.
"Here we are, my lady," Tomoaki announced unnecessarily, as they arrived at the tent of the wounded. "If you will excuse me, I have important business to attend. Contact my men once you have completed the examinations and they will notify me." With a bow, he turned and left them. Kikyou, still holding on to Juun's hand, turned and entered the tent.
The smell of infected flesh and vomit assailed their nostrils. As Kikyou was used to these conditions, she looked questioningly down on the boy at her side.
"You can always wait outside, Juun-san."
"No… I'll be all right," the boy said. "I can help."
Hearing Shinpachi and the others enter, Kikyou began issuing directives. "I need fresh water," she stated. One of the younger men bowed and exited the tent. "And… kindle for a fire," she said to the other. "Set it up just outside." He left to do her bidding.
"Shinpachi-dono, you, Hideo-san and Juun-san will assist me." Rolling up the sleeves of her keso, she turned to her aids. "Let's do what we can."
XXxXx
Standing in the corridor of the upper floor, Awasumaru stared up at the portrait of his grandfather. Yoippari-sama had said that, other than his eyes, he looked a lot like the Inu no Taisho. The young half demon could only hope to be such a spectacular figure.
Awasumaru turned to the side, trying to pose in similar fashion to the youkai in the portrait. His stood straight, pulled his shoulders back and stuck his chest out. He then turned his head and looked upward, mimicking his grandfather's expression.
"What… are you doing?"
The boy jumped and turned to his father's voice. "Um… good morning, chichi-ue!" he said and grinned sheepishly.
"I repeat…" Sesshomaru began as he acknowledged his son's greeting. "… what are you doing?"
"I was… well… I…" The boy pointed to the portrait, shrugged his shoulders and then smiled again.
"Speak clearly, Awasumaru," Sesshomaru informed his son. "Hesitant speech is an indication of indecision."
"I was just looking at grandfather's portrait," the boy said, turned back to it and pointed to the fluffy boas resting on the Inu no Taisho's shoulders. "How come he has two momo… moko…?"
"Mokomoko-sama's," the taiyoukai corrected.
"Mokomoko-sama," Awasumaru repeated and continued what was saying. "Why does he have two and you only have one?"
"It is a coming of age," Sesshomaru began as he moved to stand next to the boy.
"Well… you're already old," his son said. "So why don't you have two?"
Sesshomaru's eyebrow twitched in reaction to the child's comment and he growled low in his throat. The glare the father sent the son's way had the boy's eyes widening.
"Ah… that's not… I mean…" Awasumaru stuttered and then remembered his father's advice. "I just meant to say that he looks the same age as you are right now."
"You did not allow me to finish," Sesshomaru accused.
"Sorry, chichi-ue," the child said and bowed. "Please continue."
The taiyoukai sent another glare his son's way before turning back to the portrait.
"The boa is presented as we leave our adolescence. On entering adulthood, we receive the first mokomoko-sama as a gift from our father. The second…" he continued, "… we must earn. It is our 'right of passage' and appears once we have found our life's purpose."
"It just appears?" asked Awasumaru.
"Yes."
"Whoa," the boy breathed. "So… does that mean you have not found your purpose, chichi-ue?"
Sesshomaru did not answer right away; instead, he stood staring up at the portrait of his father. No… he had not found his purpose. His life had once centered on obtaining the greatest power. In a sense, it was still important to him, but it was no longer an obsession.
"Do you know your purpose, father?"
Awasumaru's voice snapped Sesshomaru from his musings. "I once thought so," he responded quietly and then fell silent again.
"I know mine," the boy said smugly. "My human purpose is to protect my mother. My demon purpose… well, I don't know yet, but mother says I have one."
Without taking his eyes from the portrait, Sesshomaru inquired, "Your mother said that?"
"Yes," Awasumaru answered readily, "She's been saying that since I was little."
Looking down on the boy, the taiyoukai lifted an eyebrow at his small stature. Just how big did the child think he was? "Indeed," the taiyoukai sniffed. "It seems your mother is very well informed." Sesshomaru looked thoughtful. "We shall pay her a visit tomorrow."
"Really?" The young half demon barked excitedly. "We are going to the village… tomorrow?"
"Yes," the taiyoukai responded and watched his son's face light up at the prospect of seeing his mother.
"My lord…. young master," Jaken said from the end of the corridor. "You two will be late for council if you do not leave soon."
"Come, Awasumaru," Sesshomaru stated and moved towards the demon toad.
As the boy followed behind, he realized he had yet again, missed an opportunity to ask his father about Inuyasha.
xXxXx
More than halfway through the patients, Kikyou felt relieved there were no conditions that required extensive treatment. Her evaluation revealed the usual battle wounds, but none that would prevent travel. She, Shinpachi, Juun and the others had worked diligently.
Looking across the tent, the miko had felt uneasy since entering the camp. She had aided the military on many occasions and she questioned the procedure here. Kikyou concluded that all was not as it appeared.
For one, every military unit had medical personnel on hand. Kikyou had requested to see the aid that had cared for these men, but no one had been sent to her yet. She needed to speak with the caretaker about a few of the cases.
Second… as they had entered the camp, she had not seen one banner posted to identify the regiment. It was standard military procedure; Kikyou could not recall seeing one yesterday when they arrived at the village, although it had not occurred to her at the time.
Third… whatever the condition, no military encampment lacked decorum. The guards here appeared too laxed and at ease. Was it her imagination or had Tomoaki seemed reluctant to enter the tent of the wounded. Kikyou could not imagine an officer of his rank repulsed by the sight of spilled blood.
Something was not right here. After completing her assessment, she, Juun and the others would leave immediately. If not for their safety, she would have investigated a bit further.
Juun, as well as Shinpachi, had sensed something that had made them uncomfortable and that was before they even arrived at the camp. Kikyou had to admit that they were right. Her son's loss of sight had sharpened his other senses and he could key into a person's aura. It was probably the reason he did not make friends easily. Shinpachi was very astute for a man his age, which he cleverly hid by constantly claiming senility.
"How are you doing?" Kikyou asked as she leaned over Juun. Using his right hand as a guide, the boy applied a cool cloth to a patient's forehead with his left hand.
"Fine," the boy responded.
"You must be hungry by now," the miko said. "You have not eaten since this morning."
"I not really hungry," Juun said cheerfully and the boy's stomach growled in disagreement. Grinning sheepishly in the direction of Kikyou's voice, he retracted, "Well… maybe a little."
Ruffling his hair, the miko stood and walked to the entrance of the tent. Approaching one of the guards, she asked that food be brought to them and made another inquiry for the medical person in charge of the patients. As the guard walked off, Kikyou turned to Shinpachi and kneeled next to the old man.
"It would be best if we left before nightfall," he whispered.
Kikyou simply nodded. Without a word, the miko rose and reentered the tent.
xXxXx
"The woman has made the request again, Harada-sama." The guard bowed as he entered his commanding officer's tent.
"Persistent; isn't she?" Tomoaki stated. "I thought she might be," he sighed. "Well… I guess we must give her what she wants."
Turning to the bound man sitting in the corner, Tomoaki nodded to the guard. "Untie him."
The commanders eyes narrowed as the young man was released. "For your sake, I hope you are more knowledgeable about medicine than your skills imply." Tomoaki said. "I have appointed a new doctor in your place and they have requested an audience with you."
"Your performance will determine whether I spare your life," he continued. "Besides… if you are able to fool your replacement as you fooled me, I may even allow you to return to your village, or rather, what's left of it."
The young man hung his head and his body jerked in response to Tomoaki's cruelty.
"Mind your tongue," he heard the commander say, "… and your manners, as you will be in the presence of a lady. You will be under observation as the two of you converse. One wrong word and you will be cut down right in front of her."
The young man nodded, but kept his head lowered. No one saw his eyes widen in fear as he thought of the doctor waiting. There was only one woman that he knew that may be in this area with such skill. With his head bowed, he prayed that Tomoaki had not gotten his hands on Kikyou.
xXxXx
Sitting quietly from the spectator seats, Awasumaru watched with interest as the council members argued a case. It appeared that none of the youkai at the table could agree on the outcome and had reached a stalemate. A frustrated Lord Kaguma had requested the presenters to leave and return tomorrow after the council had time to confer.
Each case presented today was as interesting as the next and the young half demon realized that the council had a lot of responsibility. His father had told him that the council was formed to protect the laws of the youkai. Each member had attained their position through their impeccable lineage, outstanding deed or service and Awasumaru wondered if he could, one day, become part of the council.
At that moment, the young half demon decided that was what he wanted. Looking over to his father, the boy noticed he was conversing with Mouko and Jadoku. Having made up his mind, this was a good time to learn more about how decisions were made.
As soon as the other spectators were gone, Awasumaru left his seat and strolled, unnoticed, to the head of the room. Lord Kaguma sat alone at the table his head buried in documents.
"Lord Kaguma!" a voice summoned, causing the bear youkai to lift his head. Looking around, the head council member did not see anyone. Shrugging his shoulders, he returned to his documents.
"May I have a word with you?" the voice said again.
The bear looked up, and again, did not see anyone. As he looked down, he noticed fingers clinging to the side of the elevated table. Suddenly, a cap of silver hair appeared over the side followed by large a pair of bronze eyes.
"Little Awasumaru?" Lord Kaguma said in surprise and reached down to lift the boy to a seat. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"You too." The half demon smiled as he sat across from the bear with the deep booming voice. Jaken was right; Kaguma was huge. Seeing him from a distance was nothing compared to up close. As that large hand had lifted him from the floor, Awasumaru was sure his entire body had fit within the bear's palm.
"Well, my young friend, you mentioned a word with me," Kaguma reminded the boy. "What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to know about the last case… the one the council could not agree upon," Awasumaru began. "I just want to hear your feelings on it."
Kaguma frowned as he crossed massive arms over his barrel chest. "Why do you ask and is it just my opinion that you want?"
"I plan to ask everyone," the boy said boldly. "The best way to solve a problem is to hear what everyone has to say; do you not agree?"
"That makes sense." Kaguma looked thoughtful. "Actually, I was planning to do the same thing, but maybe I will let you do the honors," the bear said.
"Can I?" Awasumaru's eyes grew wide. This is what he had wanted and he did not even have to ask, the bear had offered. "Thank you, Lord Kaguma!" He bowed from his seat.
"Now… let's get started," the child began in a business like tone. "Why are you opposed to the Watatumi clan reclaiming the rights to the Manasikatuma?"
xXxXx
Kikyou and Juun rose on hearing footsteps approach the tent. As the flap opened, two guards and a another man entered. Kikyou's face remained stoic, but her eyes widened a fraction on recognizing the young man.
"Oh my," Daisuke began speaking right away. "No one warned me that we had such a beautiful young doctor in our presence."
That alone alerted Kikyou to remain quiet. Daisuke knew that she was no doctor and he had been reprimanded before for calling her beautiful. On that occasion, she had informed that not only was it inappropriate, but it was also unprofessional. He had ceased to say such things again; therefore, it was clear the young man was sending a message.
"Thank you, sir," the miko bowed, following his lead. "I am sorry to bother you…" Kikyou deliberately left his name hanging.
"Daisuke," the young man moved forward eagerly and sighed in relief as he realized she understood. "And… you are?"
"Kikyou," she said simply.
Where was Daisuke's father, Dr. Naganori? In addition, why was Daisuke, who claimed to have no interest or skills in medicine, acting in such a position with the military?
"I believe you have questions about some of the men here," Daisuke began. "I have to admit my medical experience is somewhat limited."
There was no need to tell her that, Kikyou thought. She recalled that Daisuke could not stand the sight of blood. His father, Dr. Naganori, had tried on several occasions to encourage his son to overcome his fears.
"You have done a fine job, Daisuke-san," the miko informed him. "If you will come with me, I would like your opinion on treatment for three of your men."
As Kikyou turned, she noticed the guards followed close behind. The look Daisuke sent her way prevented her from saying anything about their presence in the medical tent.
Leaning over a patient, the two discussed the case. Daisuke was amazed that he understood much of what Kikyou said. It seemed he had learned much from his father; however, Dr. Naganori would never know that.
He and Kikyou moved on to another case. Looking over his shoulder Daisuke realized the guards were no longer listening intently. On hearing Kikyou request bandages from the young boy at her side, the young man decided to take the chance on delivering a prepared message.
"I'll get them!" he volunteered and ignored the miko's protest. Moving quickly to the travel satchel containing fresh bandages, Daisuke reached inside his keso and removed a note. Placing the scribe between the layered cloths, he turned and delivered them to Kikyou.
"That was not necessary, Daisuke-san," the miko admonished gently. "Although he is blind, my son is quite capable."
"Your… son?" the young man froze. Turning slowly in the boy's direction, Daisuke observed him closely. So intent on getting a message through to Kikyou, he had only glimpsed at the dark haired child.
The boy was indeed blind as Kikyou had said, but it was clear he was well adjusted. He calculated the boy was about six or seven years old and realized that when Kikyou had refused him those years ago, that she may well have been pregnant at the time.
"I see," Daisuke sighed.
The tone of his voice caught her attention. Turning to the young man at her side, Kikyou also recalled their past and knew what he was thinking. Although she sensed his discomfort, she did not regret her choice.
She had never known such happiness, such completeness. The friends she had acquired along the way had taught her much. Her sons were her reason for living and her love for a certain stubborn taiyoukai. No… she had no regrets for her journey.
"Yes," Kikyou said softly. "Juun is my son." Her voice held pride and she noticed the boy's chest puff out at her admission. She had hurt Daisuke once; she would not do so again by attempting to renew their acquaintance.
They worked together, mostly in silence after that. Once the last patient was done, Daisuke handed her the stack of unused bandages and claimed fatigue.
"You have put my meager skills to the test, Lady Kikyou," he smiled and turned to leave with the guards following. "Please… take care of yourself." With a bow, he was gone.
She had wanted to speak with him in private. There were questions she wanted to ask, but she knew he was unable to answer. Turning to Juun, Kikyou leaned down to hand the child the stack of bandages to return to the satchel. Noticing a note tucked between the layers of cloth, the miko removed and read it silently.
"Bandit camp… ronin commander… leave immediately!"
Kikyou's face was impassive as she turned and exited the tent. Juun, sensing a change in his foster mother's demeanor, followed her outside.
"Shinpachi-dono!" The miko hailed the old man who rose quickly from his spot by the fire. "I have need of these supplies." She handed the villager the note. "Would you please see that I get them as soon as possible? Juun-san will accompany you," she said and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder to halt the refusal rising to his lips.
After a quick appraisal of what was written, Shinpachi looked to Kikyou. "Yes, my lady," he said, picked up his travel gear and tossed the note into the fire. "Come, Juun-san," the old man said gently. He knew the last thing the child wanted was to leave his mother behind, however… "I shall return soon," he promised. With a bow, he and a silent Juun turned to leave.
Watching them go, Kikyou now realized Tomoaki's plans. The commander was in need of someone with medical skills to care for his warriors. As Daisuke was not as skilled as she was, she was brought here as his replacement. It was assured; she would not be allowed to leave.
With a sigh, Kikyou turned to reenter the tent. She would worry about herself later; at least Juun would be safe.
xXxXx
Sesshomaru, Jadoku and Mouko watched from across the room as the other members surrounded the table. Awasumaru sat at the head holding audience. The conversation appeared lively from where the three youkai stood and Sesshomaru wondered what his son had gotten into now.
"It seems a future councilmember is getting his feet wet," Kaguma's rich voice said from behind the observers.
"What do you mean?" Sesshomaru asked without taking his eyes from his son.
"Young Awasumaru is trying to assist us in solving the problem of the Watatumi clan," the bear informed them. "He plans to interview each one of us to discuss our issues."
"That little scamp," Mouko laughed. "Well… I guess we must support the future of the council." With that said, the tiger hurried to the table.
"I must admit it sounds interesting," said Jadoku and followed his comrade.
"So… Raion-sama, what about you?" Awasumaru asked the lion. "Why are you so sure that the Watatumi's won't misuse the Sihomitutama like they did before?"
"That occurred about a thousand years ago," Awasu-san," Raion began. "I don't think the…"
"Hey," Tsuru interrupted. "I have not finished what I was saying!"
"I heard from you three times already," the half demon scoffed. "Give someone else a turn!"
"You little runt!" the crane snapped. "How do plan to do a thorough investigation if you do not have all the facts."
"You keep repeating yourself," Awasumaru said in a haughty tone, imitating his father perfectly. "That has nothing to do with facts."
"Leave him alone, Tsuru-san," Hikyuu said, humored that the boy was not intimidated by the looks her comrade was giving him. "He is right; you already had your chance." Leaning over the shoulder of the lion, she encouraged him to continue. "Go on, Raion-san, tell Awasumaru what you think."
As the child turned back to hear the answer, he noticed the lion stuttered over his words and he was blushing. It was most annoying, thought Awasumaru. Raion continued in that manner until Mouko, Jadoku arrived and Hikyuu moved from his side to talk with her comrades. Only then was the lion able to formulate his words and thoughts properly.
"Your son is quite impressive, Sesshomaru-san," Kaguma said as they continued to observe the boy's progress. "I would expect nothing less from a child of yours. He will make a good councilmember."
"Awasumaru is a half demon," the taiyoukai said simply. "You know as well as I that only full-blooded youkai are allowed that privilege."
"I am well aware your son's mother is a human," Kaguma said as he turned away. "If he has the same determination of his forefathers, I doubt being a hanyou would stop him from whatever he pursues."
Sesshomaru's brow furrowed as he thought of Kaguma's words. Could that be the purpose Awasumaru spoke of earlier?
"My human purpose is to protect my mother, my demon purpose… well, I don't know yet, but mother says I have one."
Was Awasumaru's purpose to change the face of the council? The taiyoukai looked over to his comrades surrounding his son. Each waited eagerly to speak with him, including Jadoku. It seemed the boy had acquired his grandfather's ability to bring youkai together. He had also inherited the Inu no Taisho's social skills, something that he, Sesshomaru, had always lacked.
"I wondered how long it would take you to admit it."
The taiyoukai's body tensed as he sensed Shugoryuu behind him. Although on the alert, Sesshomaru appeared relaxed, but the dragon knew that was a ruse.
"State your business, Shugoryuu-san," Sesshomaru said calmly.
"It took me awhile to discover your son was not a full demon," the dragon smirked. "Although the boy's aura is strong, he cannot erase his mother's human scent."
"Your point," the taiyoukai practically hissed as he slowly turned to face Shugoryuu.
"There is none," the dragon shrugged nonchalantly. "We are all aware of your son's half demon status; however, it does not matter."
"Oi… Shugoryuu-sama!"
Both youkai turned as Awasumaru hailed the dragon lord. "Come on, I haven't heard from you yet!"
"Excuse me, Sesshomaru-san." Shugoryuu bowed to his comrade. "Your son awaits me."
xXxXx
"Shinpachi-sama and Juun-san should have returned by now."
Although she felt the same as Hideo did, Kikyou did not respond to his statement. The old man had not yet returned and the miko was becoming concerned.
"Is there anything wrong, Kikyou-sama?"
Not wanting to lie, the miko opted to alleviate his concerns. Moving from her patient, she started to speak when a guard entered the medical tent.
"Commander Harada would like a status report," the man informed the miko. "Would you please come with me?"
It would look suspicious if she declined, therefore, Kikyou nodded and followed behind the guard. "Stay with the others, Hideo-san," she instructed as the young man made to follow her.
"But… Lady Kikyou…"
"Stay here and wait for Shinpachi-dono," Kikyou said firmly. "I will return shortly."
Hideo sighed as he watched her walk away. He sent a silent signal to the others seated at the fire not to interfere. Something was going on he thought, but he did not know what. Shinpachi had left suddenly, taking the boy with him. As he left, the old man had left instructions for them to be ready to leave promptly on his return.
As Kikyou approached Tomoaki's tent, she noticed the extra guards posted. There were more there than earlier and the miko thought of Shinpachi. She hoped the old man had located the true ashigaru and had acquired their aid. For now, she could not give any indication to the commander that she knew the truth.
"Ah… Lady Kikyou," Tomoaki exclaimed as she entered. "Please," he extended his arm, requesting her to have a seat. "Is your assessment complete?"
"It is," Kikyou stated and remained standing. "It should relieve you to know that none of your men need stay behind, Harada-san. Their injuries are relatively minor; they should have no trouble traveling."
"Splendid," Tomoaki said. "Since your task is finished, won't you share a light supper with me?"
"I'm sorry, but I must decline," the miko said simply.
"Why ever not?" There was a rough edge to the commander's voice and his dark eyes glittered dangerously. "You make a habit of refusing my generosity, Lady Kikyou," he began. "I am not quite sure how I should feel about that."
"I fail to see that you should feel anything," Kikyou said calmly. "I was not called here to socialize, Harada-san. I had a duty to perform; it is done and I only await the additional supplies for your aid… I believe his name was Daisuke-san. Once they are delivered, we will leave."
Tomoaki threw back his head and laughed and this alerted Kikyou. "My… you are a cold one," he smirked as he moved closer to the bold, but enchanting woman. "I had only hoped to get better acquainted with you. Perhaps," he continued, "… we can be of assistance to each other."
At Kikyou's silence, Tomoaki decided to explain. "A soldier's life is very demanding. The majority of our time is spent on the road, wherever battle takes us. How nice it would be to have someone to spend a few pleasurable hours with during leave. I was thinking, Lady Kikyou," he injected slyly, "… that you would oblige me. You would be greatly compensated."
"Are you suggesting a tryst of some sort?" Kikyou inquired her voice emotionless.
Inwardly, Tomoaki smiled. Such a reasonable woman, or so he thought. Comfortable that she would accept his offer, he answered with a smug, "Yes."
"I find your offer insulting." Her tone was flat, but Kikyou seethed inside. Her face and voice remained impassive and the commander was unsure whether she was jesting or playing hard to get.
"Lady Kikyou…" he began, but was interrupted by the miko's detached voice.
"I would not mention this again, Harada-san," Kikyou said. "The services you require can be obtained in any brothel. I will bid good-bye."
Without bowing, Kikyou turned to leave the tent. As she pulled back the flap to exit, Tomoaki's voice stopped her cold.
"I am sorry that you are repulsed by my offer," he said and a shiver went up the miko's spine. "However, it's makes no difference. I shall have what I want."
Kikyou frowned, but refrained from feeding into his delusions. Stepping outside, she froze and her eyes widened, the only indication of her fear.
Shinpachi lay unconscious on the ground with a large gash on the back of his head. The old man's hands were tied behind his back, but there was no sign of Juun.
Hideo and the other men from the village were tied to a nearby tree and under guard. Turning to Tomoaki, it took everything within Kikyou to keep her voice neutral as she inquired.
"My son?"
Tomoaki nodded to one of his men, a path opened up and Kikyou saw Juun escorted through the throng of men. He appeared unharmed, but his clothes were torn and dirty. They had neglected to tie him up and inwardly the miko smiled. They would soon learn that was a mistake.
"Are you all right, Juun-san," his foster mother asked.
"Yes." The boy responsed simply and Kikyou detected anger in his voice.
"It is not my intention to hurt the boy, Lady Kikyou," Tomoaki said with a smug look. "That is… as long as I can have the pleasure of your company."
He paused, allowing her time to weigh her options, which he knew were non-existent. Even in defeat, the woman was magnificent. There was no sign of defeat in her demeanor. She stood tall, her shoulders thrown back and her expression dignified. How he would enjoy taming that spirit and he looked forward to tonight.
"You are my honored guest, Lady Kikyou." Tomoaki was triumphant. "I will even allow your son to join us, but only for dinner." The latter added for her ears alone. "Come," he offered and held the tent flap for them to enter.
"Shinpachi-dono requires immediate medical attention," Kikyou said, looking down on the old man.
"Take him to Daisuke-san," the commander said annoyed. "Now… come!" he said forcefully and turned back to the woman as the guard pushed Juun forward. Attempting to drape his arm across Kikyou's shoulders, Tomoaki gave her a lecherous grin as the woman moved out of range. His arm fell limply to his side and he whispered to her as she walked by.
"This plans to be an interesting evening."
xXxXx
Sesshomaru stood in the window of his study. They had returned from the council sometime ago and the taiyoukai had been here since their arrival. This was his favorite place to contemplate and after watching Awasumaru's interaction with the members of the council, there was plenty to consider.
What was his son's purpose? This child conceived with a human woman, what was his destiny within the demon realm?
Although Awasumaru was a half demon, he was well received amongst his peers. Was it the influence of the Inu no Taisho and his dedication to the council? Maybe it was the child's own charisma that had charmed his colleagues and softened two of his worst adversaries.
Even though Tsuru and Awasumaru had argued the greater part of their interview, the crane's blue eyes were filled with interest and excitement. The two had growled and snarled at each other the entire time.
Shugoryuu had sat calmly and answered the boy's questions in stark tones; however, his eyes had held admiration. The two had even parted amicably when Awasumaru informed the dragon lord that he did not agree with his ideas.
"I would be interested to hear more of your opinions, young one," Shugoryuu had said, looking down on the boy. "But… some other time; you have another who awaits you." He had nodded in the direction of Jadoku waiting patiently.
"You bet!" Awasumaru had said with a smile. "Thank you, Shugoryuu-sama," the boy had bowed and turned to interrogate his next victim.
By the time they had left the council, a decision was reached to allow the Watatumi clan rights to their ship and to dissolve their thousand-year banishment. This was all due to his son's efforts. That was quite impressive for a five year old.
If Sesshomaru had expected the boy to boast of his accomplishment, he was disappointed. Awasumaru seemed oblivious that, other than hearing everyone out, he was beneficial in the outcome. The first thing the boy asked on their arrival to the Westernlands was, "When do we eat?"
As Sesshomaru stood looking over the grounds, he wondered how much Kikyou knew of there son's destiny. Awasumaru had said that his mother had informed him of a purpose in his demon heritage. If that was indeed true, how did she learn of it?
Staring out over the lush, green lawns of the west, the taiyoukai deliberated on the information he had so far. The more Sesshomaru thought, the more he pieced together the puzzle of the parties involved the more intense his expression. Suddenly, a rare smile graced his lips as realization dawned.
Inhaling deeply, the Sesshomaru folded his arms across his chest. His mate had a lot to answer for, as well as Yoippari and that demon forger… Totousai.
xXxXx
"You should have seen him, Pyuuma-chan," Mouko said excitedly as they sat on the engawa of their home. "The kid is a natural."
The lioness could only smile at her mate's enthusiasm. He had talked about Awasumaru nonstop since he arrived home.
"He has a way of talking that makes you want to open up to him. If he disagrees with you on something, you find yourself stressing your point to win him over," the tiger continued. "You should have seen him take Tsuru-chan to task." He laughed as he recalled the boy baring a fang at the crane. "It took everything in me to keep a straight face."
"That usually takes some doing," Pyuuma said sarcastically, but softened the remark with a smile of her own. "You really like him; don't you?"
"Awasu-san?" Mouko turned to his mate. "He's a good kid," he said solemnly. "He reminds me a lot of my little sisters."
The lioness watched his jade eyes take on a dreamlike quality and she knew he was thinking of his homeland. He missed his mother and siblings and for the hundredth time Pyuuma wondered if, her love could make up for all he had lost.
By Mouko choosing a half demon as his mate, he had assuredly sealed his fate. The lioness could only hope that he never came to regret it. Especially now, she thought and stroked the flat planes of her stomach. How would he react to the news that they were with child? She had suspected for a few weeks, but it was only confirmed today.
Moving to stand behind him, Pyuuma placed her hands on his shoulders and began massaging the stress from those massive shoulders. Both were silent and she continued until she felt him relax under her administrations. Only then, did she lean over him and engulf him in a big hug.
"I never knew you loved children so much, Mouko-kun," she said as they watched the sun set. "I guess that means you will be a good father."
"Oh… I plan to be the best," the tiger boasted without taking his eyes from the sight before him. "Once we decide to have our own, you'll see."
With a secret smile, Pyuuma released her mate and turned to head to their sleeping quarters. "Well… since it has been decided for us, it is good you're getting experience with Awasumaru." Before he could respond, she opened the shoji and wondered how long it take him to catch on. Approximately thirty seconds went by before Mouko came bounding into the room.
"Pyuuma-chan!"
"Yes," she answered offhandedly as she began to undress.
His large hands were extremely gentle as they halted her progress and turned her to face him. "Pyuuma… are you…"
"Yes," she said again.
"Yes?" His eyes were questioning.
"Yes… I am with child." The lioness put him out of his misery. "A little three quarter youkai is on the way," she joked to cover her nervousness.
Mouko's only response was to draw her into his arms and bury his nose in her neck. Otherwise, he was silent and Pyuuma's anxiety increased.
"I… this was unexpected. I mean… we had not planned to… ah… this soon, but…"
He silenced her with a kiss. One so deep and passionate, it wiped away all her fears.
"Do not fret, my love," he said as he rubbed their noses together. "I am the happiest youkai alive."
xXxXx
The food was passable, the water fresh, but the sake was laced with a plant sedative. It was Kikyou's knowledge of herbal concoctions that alerted her to that fact. Tomoaki was persistent in offering the rice wine, which he never drank himself and she continued to refuse.
"I have never acquired the taste for it," Kikyou said simply.
She ate sparingly and encouraged Juun to do the same. The miko had not eaten since that morning; they would both need their strength before this night was over. Her demeanor was one of capitulation; however, Tomoaki would soon discover he had a formidable adversary.
Unbeknownst to the ronin commander, Kikyou and Juun had formulated a plan. What appeared as a mother comforting a frightened child, were actually illustrations drawn in the boys palms and whispered words as they hugged. A lot of responsibility was placed with Juun once he was removed from the tent, but Kikyou had faith in his abilities.
The miko also had the opportunity to scan the confined area and was relieved to find a yumi lying in the corner. With her main concern being Juun and the other villagers, Kikyou had not quite completed plans for her escape.
"It is time, Lady Kikyou," Tomoaki said unnecessarily and called for the one of his men. "Take the child with the others," he ordered as a guard entered the tent.
"Please, Harada-sama," Juun said meekly. "I would like to see if Shinpachi-sama is well."
There was no hesitation in Tomoaki's voice as he agreed. The child, and a blind one, was no threat to his plans. As the boy rose to leave, he watched Kikyou put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze before he left.
"Very touching," Tomoaki said, as he slid closer to his victim.
Kikyou forced herself to remain calm and still. She felt his hands in her hair as he loosened her ribbon and pulled.
"Such lovely hair," the commander said softly, "I like it much better this way."
"You mentioned compensation," Kikyou stated in a business like tone, halting his hand from stroking her ebony locks.
Tomoaki's eyes widened in surprise and then he laughed heartily. "I knew it!" he stated. "You are an intelligent woman." He rose to his feet, moved to a corner and pulled out a chest. Returning to her side, he opened it to reveal various gems and gold pieces.
"The jade is most becoming," Tomoaki said. "However… I have something even better." With that said, he moved to open another trunk and withdrew a silk robe in the palest yellow. "I would love to see you wearing this."
"Why does that not surprise me," Kikou sniffed, but took the offered garment. "I require privacy."
"Is that really necessary?" Tomoaki said with a smirk. "Under the circumstances, your modesty is pointless."
"That may be true," Kikyou stated stoically. "However, it is my request."
Appropriate words; spoken with authority. The woman used no feminine wiles nor displayed the usual coquettishness of her sex. Nor did she whine or coax to get her way, which only served to increase the tightening in Tomoaki's loins.
To obtain the unattainable, was the ronin commander's thought at he looked Kikyou over. Her aloof demeanor only made him desire her more and anticipating their coupling, Tomoaki felt he could be generous.
"I will wait outside." He bowed. "But… I would not take too long," he issued a warning. "I am not, by nature, a patient man."
With those words, Tomoaki left the tent.
xXxXx
Ii was hard to imagine a blind boy with an old man planning an escape. If the situation were not so serious, it would be laughable. Those were Daisuke's thoughts once the boy was delivered to them; but now… after hearing their plan, the young man was amazed that it just might work.
Daisuke watched as Juun made hand motions over the fire and his eyes widened as the flames took on a life of their own. The child's hands were a human fan as they stoked the heat upward and the tent was set ablaze.
Feeling the heat, Juun signaled Daisuke to move out. The young man held tight to the old man, who still feigned unconsciousness, and began yelling for help and notifying the camp of the fire.
The two men tumbled outside as Juun, on hearing approaching footsteps from the front, lay on the ground and escaped from an opening created at the rear. Once outside, the boy, beckoned the winds to feed oxygen to the flames. In no time at all, four tents had caught fire and the child continued his mission.
Juun's goal was the arsenal tent that held the gunpowder. Shinpachi had informed him it was to the south of where they were held captive. Kikyou had said that anyone seeing him wandering around waving his arms about would think he was protecting himself from the flames. No one would believe that this young boy acted as the catalyst in this event.
"Where is the kid?" one of the guards yelled.
"I think he's trapped inside," Daisuke said with mock panic. "I got the old man out, but when I went back for the boy, I… I… couldn't find him."
"Hurry!" another guard shouted. "Fill buckets with water! Now…!"
The guards scattered about and Daisuke carried Shinpachi over to the other villagers. Laying the old man against the tree, he whispered, "I've got to help them, it'll look bad if I don't." The younger man handed the old man a tanto and then hurried away to assist the guards.
"What the hell is going on?" Tomoaki demanded as he approached.
He had heard the commotion and had smelled smoke while waiting for the woman to disrobe. Hurrying through the encampment, he came upon his men trying to put the fire out.
"One of the tents caught fire, Harada-sama, and it's spreading rapidly," he was informed.
Looking out over the chaos, Tomoaki saw the flames were indeed spreading. Based on the wind, the commander realized the fire was headed towards the arsenal tent and he barked out orders to stop its progress.
"How the hell did this happen?" he asked himself. "Where did it originate from?"
"The tent with the prisoners, Harada-sama," his second in command stated. "Daisuke and the old man escaped, but they could not find the boy. We believe he perished in the fire."
"Damn it!" Tomoaki muttered. This would surely spoil his evening and he thought of Kikyou waiting for him in his tent.
"You will notify the woman, of course," his second in command said.
"Yes," Tomoaki smirked. "I'll tell her tomorrow."
There was a pregnant pause and the ronin commander felt his men's eyes on him. However, they kept silent and no one disputed him.
At the first explosion, Tomoaki felt obligated to delay his pleasures until things were under control.
xXxXx
Smelling sulfur, Juun knew he had obtained his goal. Recalling the illustrations Kikyou had written in his palms, the boy moved quickly away from the anticipated explosion and in the direction of Shinpachi and the others.
He worried about his foster mother, but he would follow her instructions. Once he and the villagers were together again, they would figure out a way to free her.
The soldier's voices were heard in the distance and Juun no longer felt the heat from the fire. The air was cool, indicating the sun had set as the child moved steadily ahead.
Suddenly, he felt a presence. Standing completely still, the boy held his breath waiting to be discovered.
"It seems you have outdone yourself, Juun-san," whispered Kikyou. "I thought I said a small fire."
"Youbo-sama!" the boy gasped.
"Sshhh!" She hurried towards him. "Come… the others are waiting," she informed him and grabbed his hand to pull him after her.
"How did you get away?" Juun asked.
Kikyou did not answer. She wanted to get away from here as quickly as possible. While inside of Tomoaki's tent, she had waited patiently. On hearing the call about the fire, she remained until she heard the commander move away to investigate.
Grabbing the yumi, she found a few arrows before turning to the opening. Peering outside, everyone was involved in putting out the flames. No one paid heed as she stolled casually outside and met with Shinnpachi and the others by the tall tree on the outskirts.
One of the villagers had taken a horse and now traveled swiftly to the nearest ashigaru outpost to notify them of Tomoaki's forces and his impersonation of a military official.
As they reached the tree, Shinpachi's bandaged head appeared and informed Kikyou they could only secure two horses. The miko and Juun would ride one and Hideo wouuld double with Shipachi since he was injured. The others would travel on foot.
Giving the signal to move out, Kikyou's small group silently left the camp.
xXxXx
The premonition was so intense she actually felt pain. Yoippari lay on her futon and unknowingly gripped her chest, as she delved deeper to attempt to see more of her vision.
There was a fire, but it was of no consequence. It was not connected directly to what she was experiencing now.
The owl's eyes rolled back in her head as she focused forcefully on the source of the pain. As she concentrated, the overall discomfort changed to several designated areas. Two spots in the center of the chest, one in the throat and one in the hip and upper thigh.
Recoiling as more pain exploded within her rotund body, Yoippari still delved deeper. Her entire form jerked as she felt the impact of the source and the owl cried out.
"Yoippari-sama!"
The owl heard Rin's voice in the distance and tried to speak, but in her current state, it was impossible.
"No!" Yoippari heard Idzuna's voice. "Don't touch her… she is having a vision," the kitsune warned the child. "One must never touch Yoippari-sama at this time."
"But…" Rin began meekly.
"It's all right, Rin-chan," the owl heard the kitsune say again. "She'll be all right."
Satisfied she would not be interrupted, Yoippari continued to seek the source of the pain.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open. "Arrows!" she gasped aloud and made to stand, but found that she could not. The owl had used all her strength in the vision; she had to remember, she was not so young anymore.
Turning on her side, she saw the concerned faces of Rin and Idzuna hovering over her.
"Sesshomaru," the owl said softly. "I need… to see… bid him come to me," she finished.
"I'll go," Rin stood and turned for the door as Idzuna knelt next to the owl.
"Hurry, Rin-chan," Yoippari said tiredly. "Tell him it's Kikyou!"
Both girls gasped and their eyes widened in alarm, before Rin flew from the room and down the corridor.
xXxXx
Tomoaki was furious.
He had yet to figure out how Kikyou and the others had made their escape. Not only were the villagers gone, but Daisuke had disappeared also.
Thankfully, his men were able to move the guns from the arsenal with only one mishap occurring. One barrel containing gunpowder had shot off like fireworks, giving away their location.
It seemed his night's pleasure would be interrupted anyway. He was sure someone from a nearby village would come out to investigate an explosion and the rolls of smoke filling the night sky. They had to relocate and quickly.
Leaving orders with his men to prepare to leave the encampment, Tomoaki turned and headed back to his tent. On entering, he found it empty. The chest of jewels was still there and the silk robe was thrown carelessly in a corner. Kikyou was gone.
Instead of panicking, Tomoaki thought long and hard. The fire, he deduced, was deliberate. It was created to cause a distraction for the villagers escape, but how did it spread so quickly?
It was also clear that Daisuke was involved. After dragging the old man from the fire, he had seen the young man helping the soldiers put out the fire. He thought it strange at first, but dismissed the thought, believing he was hoping to save the blind child trapped inside.
With the flames now under control, one of the guards entered Tomoaki's tent and gave his report.
"Commander Harada," the man bowed. "The prisoners have escaped. There is no sign of the villagers or Daisuke."
"Gather about twenty men," Tomoaki informed his guard. "They will accompany me in pursuing our runaway guest. The others will finish things here and head south into the next province. We shall meet later."
Now mounted on his horse and in battle gear, Tomoaki and twenty men went in search of his prey. Although he seethed inside, the commander could not help but admire Kikyou's strategy. The woman had probably planned their escape while sitting right in front of him and he considered Daisuke as her accomplice.
Daisuke had been useful to them, but now he would kill him just as he killed his father. Dr. Naganori had been a good doctor, but the stubborn old man could not be convinced to join them. The entire village suffered for his refusal, until his son had stepped forward and had agreed to take his father's place. Daisuke's only request was that they end the raid on his village.
"They could not have gone far, Harada-sama," one of scout informed him, ending the reflection. "They have two of our horses, the rest are on foot."
The horse Kikyou used was missing and Tomoaki realized one rider might have gone to the nearest military outpost. This woman called Kikyou had been very thorough.
Digging his heels into his mount's side, the pseudo-commander and his troops increased their pace. "Kill the others, but leave the woman to me!" Tomoaki shouted. Either Kikyou would succumb to his desires or she would be killed.
To be continued…