Author's Rant: Now for some happiness. As promised guys, I planned to give Inuyasha and Sesshomaru a blissful ending (that's taking longer than I planned.. oh well) Please excuse grammar mistakes. ^_^

Warnings: Might cry a tiny bit. Some major fluff.

Chapter 29: Rejoice to the Familiar Voice

"Inuyasha please forgive me." Hissed the pained words of a dispirited monk, gripping the edges of the sparkling Well's erected force field. The wavering spirals of holy forces acted a solidified beams crackling of a deleterious force, puissant enough to prevent any and all foreigners from every stepping through this well…or out.

A terrible decision, one he could not regret commencing. At least this way he could ensure the probabilities of Inuyasha being harmed by any humans is decreased drastically. There was no telling what awaited him on the other side of this universal alignment, but it couldn't be any worse than how he lived here.

Divine devotion was definitely within the hanyou's grasp now, and from hints forth, he'll protect this Well from anyone's devious influence. The task will be secured for as long as he breathes until passing it down to the next generations and the next to fulfill his everlasting duty as its protector.

"Miroku," Hearing the feminine softness coaxing his name, Miroku turned around to see a pair of worried brown eyes gazing at him expectantly.

Kikyo walked up cupping her hands before her, as sense of abrupt afflictive dishonesty furnished the entirety of the shrine's fortress. Something wasn't right. Why were the forces of the heavens weeping a river of discontent? Suspicious brown eyes lowered to the current depression laced in a fine powder over the monk's spirits. "What have you done?" She accused automatically.

"Only what was best." He murmured dropping the gold framed star to the dusty floor. "He's safe now."

Upon seeing the five point emblem, Kikyo gasped taking a step back. "Miroku…how—how could you?"

"What? What's going on?" Kagome asked frantically unsure of what was going on. She too spotted the bronze relic but knew nothing of its implications.

Kikyo stomped down the stairwell, to stand directly in his face. "Did you tell Inuyasha you planned to trap him in there?"

"What?" Kagome gasped running down the stair piece. When she made to reach out over the well's entrance, Miroku slapped her hand away shaking his head. Rubbing her sore palm, she swallowed evenly looking down the dark pit. "But why can't I…?"

Miroku placed a hand on both their shoulders. "It's for the best." Came his whispered explanation. "Don't think me cruel for wanting to keep him safe."

Kikyo's face crunched from the amplified anger. "You call assembling a demonic barrier safe? You've trapped him in this well forever."

The youngest teen's body went completely rigid, hearing the hurtful accusation. "Miroku you didn't." Kagome shook her head gazing down the well's smutty hole. "He can't come back?"

"No," Miroku stated firmly giving shoulder a squeeze. "You both have to realize it's best this way."

"How is this best?" Kagome shouted shrugging his hand away. "I can't believe you did this. Did you really make sure Inuyasha couldn't come back?"

"Yes," Miroku admitted upset. "Don't you get it? That's the whole reason I did this. Inuyasha doesn't need to come back. He's safer wherever this well's taken him."

"We don't know that for sure you loathsome fool!" Spat the eldest priestess. "Inuyasha could be in danger down there and now he has no way to get back!"

"Inuyasha doesn't need to come back!" Miroku shot back just as angrily, startling both girls. Taking a deep breathe, Miroku settled his building and broke down his reasons evenly. "This world is filled with bitter hatred, unspeakable cruelty and lacks the morals needed for human kind to treat their fellow man equally. Eventually it'll be our downfall and corruption will lead to our race being wiped out completely. The demons that have lived here have gained nothing but the short end of the stick in everything. No equality, no source of relieved freedom, nothing. For God's sake, Inuyasha had to keep his identity secret just to go to school…to walk down the side walk…to be our friend." He gave them his back as he looked down the dark void below. "But knowing Inuyasha he wouldn't have cared and came back anyway to visit us as often as possible. That's why I had to be sure to prevent that from happening."

Kagome walked beside him. "Miroku, Inuyasha's our friend. We would've protected him from being seen."

"As much as you want to believe that, how long did you think it'll be before he was discovered again?"

Kagome gazed at him curiously.

"Let's say Inuyasha could come back as often as he wanted? If, for instance, he was came back to find a swarm of military men waiting for him the instant he stepped out this Well." His voice lowered. "All because someone choose to report him out of ignorance."

Oh, so that's it eh? Kikyo was beginning to comprehend it as his own interpretation of protection Inuyasha from encountering another human betrayal like him. Sighing quietly, Kikyo held a hand over the barrier sending a soft prayer through its field for good fortunes to be bestowed upon him and Sesshomaru. "Can you be sure he's alright?"

"Yes." Miroku knew. He just knew Inuyasha and Sesshomaru were fine on the other side. From the immense passions he felt palpitating from the rims of the Well's outer exterior he could feel every drop of its glorified sanctuary. Bustled laughter, extreme merriment and robust delight of the highest delirium pulsated from all around this structure's design. Yes he just knew. Inuyasha was going to be fine.


Through the burning rays of another sun's light, torching the maroon eyelids of a Dog General stirred a wretched ache in his back. Sesshomaru deftly opened his eyes toward the streams of traveling clouds passing and disappearing from higher up. The crunch of bones still mending to their proper alignment brought a stiffened grunt from his lips. Feeling the warmth of a slightly weighty pressure lying on his side, with his stronger arm, he lifted himself up half bodily against a walled support until his gaze settled on the quiet hanyou.

Inuyasha was lying face down on his hip, unmoving. But through visual inspection of his steady breathing, the boy seemed unharmed. Turning at a better angle, emitting soft gasps of miffed pants, Sesshomaru settled his back against the dingy wall. He ignored the jerks of his wounds being stretched, and pulled his mate's head on his lap, wiping away the stains of plastered dirt and imprint pebbles on tanned cheeks.

Awareness of their surroundings was unknown to him, though he tried concentrating his senses in a wide open search of the surface. Alas his powers were quite limited to that of a mere weakling until he could gain full ownership of his strength again. For now the questions of what happened, refocused in his head. Recalling the vague scenes of a confused memory, stayed repressed from his grasp. The only memoir he could dig through was the feel of warm hands caressing over him during a brief moment of his unconsciousness, soothingly pausing time and time again to clean his body of the caked crust of blood.

Inuyasha no less. The reckless brat had rescued him. The absurdity of the whole idea of being saved by a weaker youkai— a hanyou no less—was too outlandish to believe. Inuyasha saving him, the All Mighty Dog King of Inuyoukai? Absolutely comical. Yet motions of being shamed couldn't be aroused inside him at the sight of the peace rendered child resting on his lap.

In all his years of life, not a single being had remotely attempted to come to his aid, assuming he could hold his own well enough. Image that fact being proven a falsehood at some point.

Lending forward, through the sweat drenched pants of dulling aches, Sesshomaru lightly glided the tips of his claws over the beautiful curves, rise and falls of his brother's features, the curl of his chin, the plumped drying of his lips, the button top of his nose, across the peached covering of his eyes, until brushing aside the milky filth of his hair concealing his forehead.

"Foolish Little Brother," Came his voiced opinion of the teens brazen efforts on his part.

Mere moments of speaking the three affectionate words, Inuyasha's own flash of sting from the sun's hidden glades lured him from the fantasies of a twisted dimension into one of a heavenly vision staring down at him with the same indifference he recognized instantly. "Asshole," he grunted drowsily.

"A welcoming reply to hear so early." Sesshomaru answered dully, thumbing over the span of smooth flesh.

Inuyasha snorted a chortled laugh, reaching to cup the hand on his cheek. "I'm not a morning person." He frowned, noting the weary shallow of Sesshomaru's cheek bones. "How do you feel?"

"I'll heal. " He stated simply. "The bone in my left arm's mending, my right lung's still hollowed from the bullet wound, but the remainder punctures have nearly completed their recovery."

Inuyasha tried to sit upright, but his head pillowed back down on the cushion thigh from the rush of disequilibrium spinning in his head.

"Be still you fool, lest you wish to suffer from vertigo." Sesshomaru scolded sternly.

"Damn," Muttered the swirled headed hanyou, racking his fingers through his hair. He was dizzy as hell. "You were shot in the lung?"

"Yes."

"And," When he tried to sit up again, Sesshomaru lent his support, cradling his shoulders with his arm right. "You're getting better right?"

"Yes,' Came the honest answer, burying in the white mush of tangled hair. Sesshomaru borrowed the point of his nose through the maze of snow, inhaling the mingle scents of wild flowers and—something else. Rather peculiar. "I'll heal due to your spoiled attachment for my company."

In other words, that was probably going to be the best thank you he received for rescuing his ass. Nonetheless—Inuyasha brushed his nose in the curve of Sesshomaru's jaw sniffing the polished dirty vanilla assailing his senses. "I've missed you so much." He whispered rubbing his nose from one end of the jutted mandible to the other.

"And I you."

God he missed him so damn much. He hadn't realized how much until a distinctive purr rumbled from the mouth nuzzling his hair. Sesshomaru had missed him too. As if he needed to be sure of his mate's actual being here, he littered small nudges of his nose on the side of his temple, littering light breezed kisses on other portions of his face until meeting the soft slit of lips.

At the warm declination of his gentle press, Inuyasha openly willed to the kiss long needed to reconnect the space less gap of separation. The sweet nectar of an in synced sigh of heavenly relief at being filled with the recognized aura of its lost bond. Nothing could begin to detail the pants of flooded unspoken kinship being rekindled from its partner as lips meshed over and over again in perfect harmony. The united was a bending experience, flowing like a cooling river to douse the flames of worry, neglect of the other's link and concern of the unknown.

Now all it could be placed to the side as it sunk in by slow degrees that both of them were safe and sound in the other's embrace.

"God I've missed you…I've missed you so much…" Inuyasha's whole body hummed through the communication between kisses, feeling the plump of his toes curl inward from the overwhelming sensations only Sesshomaru could awaken within him. Passion encouraged his arms to wrap around his brother's shoulders, deepening the soaking impact of pink tongues, stroking over fangs, soaked caverns and other endless wondrous seeming to be rediscovered.

Sesshomaru disconnected the link of lips to ease his way down the corner leveling soft licks and affectionate kisses down his jaw.

"Sess," Inuyasha felt his legs squirm and twist from the overheating surge pulsing between his legs, but a loud shrill of electrical instinct turned his neck away from the bruising kiss. "Sess no. I can't." Turning his head away from the loss of caresses. Inuyasha couldn't meet the disappointment in his mate's eyes at failing to please him like he wished.

However instead of disappointment, Inuyasha could feel the knowledge of understanding through re-bonded thoughts. If Sesshomaru wasn't certain earlier when he felt smelt that brief odor of combined wild flowers and vanilla, he was definitely positive now. Sesshomaru nodded and voiced, "We'll hold off on the coupling process..."

Inuyasha lifted a cautious eyebrow at Sesshomaru sort of baffled that he could be so understanding when in the past he'd forced himself on his body before.

Reading confusion and mocked belief, Sesshomaru explained further. "We'll keep the desires for each other postponed until the birth of our son."

Inuyasha's eyes grew to the size of yellow melons. "Son? What son?"

Sesshomaru, through much effort, curved his right arm around at an odd angle to lift Inuyasha's hand and placed it on the flattened plane of his stomach. "That son." Sesshomaru positioned Inuyasha's hand over the precise section of his stomach where a bubbling spark tingled through sensing the link of two protectors covering his inner home. Sesshomaru removed his hand while Inuyasha's stayed where it was feeling the affinity of conjoined bloods purged into one little life.

"Sesshomaru?" He looked up still as wide eyed as a gapping fish. "I'm—I'm," Wow…he was…wow…Oh damn…was he really….wow…just fucking wow. As strange as it was, he could actually feel the movements of the baby's twitches, moves, and heartbeat yet he was hardly even there. And from the tiny bundles of masculine energy, he could seriously conclude that this was indeed a boy. A baby. A little baby. His and Sesshomaru's. Tilting his still wide eyed expression back, he looked at Sesshomaru to ask the stupidest question known to mankind. "How did this happen?"

Sesshomaru just looked at him, arching a silver brow.

"Right, our own twisted version of the birds and the bees." Looking upward at the downcast face, Inuyasha rewarded the fool above a half-cocked smirk, before his gazed shifted to the sky above that wasn't there before. "Where," Again he tried sitting up, succeeding this time to sit in an Indian style, staring up alert at the clear blue sky. "What is this?" The sky shouldn't be up there. That asshole Miroku must've knocked him three sheets to the wind. The Well had been inside of a Shrine, so how in the three shades of red hell were they looking at fluffy white clouds? Oh he was going to kick that monk's ass from here to devil's front door.

Alarmed from the sudden noise of shifting rocks and dirt, Inuyasha was only able to ruptured a manly squeak of surprised before he was hauled up in a one arm hold. Instinctively he wrapped both arms around Sesshomaru's shoulders faking a pissed attitude. "What the hell are you doing?"

Sesshomaru bolstered his back against the wall of solid dirt, gazing up at the opening. Inuyasha looked up knowing, sensing what was coming next. "Think you can?" He questioned.

"We'll see." Bending his knees just a tad, Sesshomaru iron gripped his hold on his precise cargo and propelled upward in a smooth hurricane swoosh of air cutting through their eyes to land on the outer contour of the Well in a hunkered kneel.

Inuyasha wiggled himself free, hopping down to the ground in awe of their altered surroundings. "Where are we?" This wasn't anything like the peace clinging forest the shrine resided in from before. This place—it was different. The sensations of a tranquil calm were still evident but there was a more leveled term of it floating in a lazy airless flutter.

Inuyasha walked about five feet in the cushion soft blades of bright green grass, admiring the quiet natural music the wilderness had to offer. Trees as tall as ever, touching the skies, possessed leaves nearly the size of his palm and twice as lush as the grass under his shoes. Perky tweets of tiny birds peeped from one end of the wondrous forest to the other communicating the day's news. Piping chirps of low ground crickets buzzed around with the fluttery buzz of dragonflies and roaming fat bumble bees leisurely bouncing from one blossom to the next.

Please tell him he wasn't dreaming. This place was an absolute paradise. There was no sense of danger, approaching illness or an absence of negativity from anywhere. It was just peaceful. A great pleasurable feeling warmed the pit of Inuyasha's stomach as he spun around and hurried back to his brother grinning from ear to ear. "Sesshomaru where are we?" This place was some magical dream.

A likely question the elder brother planned to ask as well. Seeing as the child lacked the answers, there was no point of requesting. What was probably the most peculiar of all was the traceless whiff of humans. Not a single sniffle of the creatures lay within a hundred mile radius of this place—a distance he could finally smell because of his recovering powers.

"Think you can walk?" Inuyasha walked over offering his shoulder for support.

"I'll manage." Sesshomaru retorted, pride burning in his answer. Inuyasha understood the mode of egotistic disapproval being tested and decided to let him alone until he asked for assistance on his own.

Glancing around for a suitable landing, the two perched on a nearby tree, sitting at the bottom roots as they've done in the past. Sesshomaru sat down first, and Inuyasha settled between his legs still amazed at the incredible new environment. It still seemed too good to be true. Were they stuck in some sort of conjured up fantasy world? He could vaguely remember Miroku chanting some mixture of freaky words and before he knew it, they were here.

"This isn't a false reality." Sesshomaru muttered next to the furry ear, reading into the confused thoughts. "Though it does seem as far-fetched as a child's dream." He wouldn't admit to his own bewilderment, the same thoughts of perplexity had him second guessing their consciousness. Taking one more assuring sniff of the entire perimeter and deeming it a safe existence, Sesshomaru placed the arch of his right arm over Inuyasha's neck pulling him back to his chest and his skillfully willed his left arm to land protectively over the flattened stomach. "Rest now. We'll figure this out later."

Inuyasha cuffed the edge of the protective arm, scooting back. "I'm not tired," Informed the yawning hanyou, slowly feeling the gripes of the few past hours claim him.

"Argue after you've slept." There was no telling what to expect in this mysterious place, however he still couldn't detect any signs of a threat hanging around. Sleep would've been a pleasant idea, but Inuyasha needed it more than he. He was going to need to stay awake long enough until his own powers cured to their full peak. By then they should be able to solve this uncharted landscape.


"Man, it's so goddamn boring around here."

"Settle down Koga. We're supposed to be scouting out the territory not seeking out fun."

"Tsk, whatever." Gushed the dark haired youth folding his tanned arms behind the under measure of his ponytail. The deep azure jewels of his eyes languidly scanned over the same peaceful, quiet, and empty beautiful of the rotating valleys of their paradise home. It's been ages since anything's new happen. Ever since the arrival of that one newcomer, now their current ruler, there was some increased excitement but still it'd be nice to have more newbies. There just aren't enough playmates to wrestle with these. Those other demons were just too stuck up and snooty for his tastes.

The wolf teen'll be glad to get this scout business over with so he could get back in time for dinner. The latest hunt had been an awesome success. The entire pack was going to be eating for weeks. Too bad the stupid elder had him miss it on a punishment basis. Tsk, like he meant to eat the whole deer on his own. Ginta had dared him to do it, so like the bold idiot he was he took the bet and won. Which now earned him a month's worth of territory guard duty.

The other companion a two toned haired youth slightly younger in age to that of his brother, casual trailed behind chewing on a blade of cat tail. He had no idea what his brother's deal was. He enjoyed the peace and quiet that layered all around. There hasn't been any sort of combat since the Great War their parents fought in.

"Hey how come Hakkaku's not out here with us?" Mumbled the stiffed eldest wolf demon pulling off an apple from a passing tree.

Ginta spit out his grass. "Elder says he's got guard duty on the pups today. Better be glad he's changing diapers instead of us."

Oh good god. Koga paled, thinking of all those babies in the playpen chamber. A total of seventeen infants to change. The poor fool. Tossing the apple core to the side, Koga shrugged, gratified that he was indeed lucky to be on this sort of job instead of fixing baby poop.

"Hey Koga check it out." Ginta muttered curiously, pointing ahead.

Koga rolled his eyes, thinking it was probably another rabbit, and looked over the lush shrubbery into a nearby clearing noticing two pale haired people lying against a tree. "What the hell?" He ducked down behind the tall grasses, staying down wind and pulled his retarded brother down with him.

"Who are those guys?" Asked Ginta.

"How should I know?" Koga grumped quietly. He hopped forward pushing his face through the thick brush, getting a better look at them pair. Hmmm, there were some similarities but still differences in their facial features. They didn't exactly look like the others at home. Wonder who they were?

Ginta stumbled back being careful to stay quiet. "Koga we gotta report this to the Elder."

"What's the rush?"

"Come on Koga." Ginta hissed, tugging on his brother's armpits.

"Hold on a sec." Koga yanked himself free, squinting his eyes for a forward focus. With the extra boost, he could clearly see the faces of both people, noting them both to be male and definitely just like—

Ginta pulled on the wolf demon's shirt nearly ripping it at the hem. "Koga!"

"Alright, alright damn." Keeping his eyes trained on the two sleeping demons, Koga inched back very, very, very slowly, astonished at the sight of two newcomers to the territories. "Let's go." He bolted off with Ginta hot on his trail. This was excellent, what freaking luck. He could still be imagining it but maybe he was getting his wish after all. Imagine that. Two newcomers.

And both were canine demons. Just like the others.


Reviewing over the plans of yesterday's hunt was a stern eyed Elder demon, studying the spread out maps and circulations of trades and primal functions for the proper materials needed for the upcoming winter. "Has Team seven gathered all of the furs needed clothing?"

"Yes sir." Said a deep voiced young male. "We've also sent out three more squads to collect another bundle of sheep skins from the mountain herds."

"Excellent. How goes the food source? Will everyone be able to have a fair ration per day?"

"Yes sir. The meats have been stored in the cooler caves, the berry collection is undergone but near its peak for a five month supply. All of the grains for rice were taken to the supply pits until the fall season."

"What of the fruits from last week's harvest?"

"Still moving at a steady pace sir. We' should be finished with it all in about three weeks."

Perfect, at this rate they were going to be ahead of schedule before the fall season could set in and still have plenty of food to spare.

"Elder?" Came the soft peep from behind.

Elder demon turned around looking sternly at the red haired youth standing near the door. "Ayame, you know better than to interrupt a supply meeting."

The pair skinned wolf demon mistress timidly pulled at her pink kimono, shifting her green eyes embarrassed. "Yes sir, but its Koga. He's demanding to speak to you."

Now that's an interruption he could deal without for today. "Tell him I'll speak to him later."

"You'll talk to me now old man!" Koga burst through the large front door, boldly stomping past the three other older males to stand before the elder demon. "I got some news."

One silver eyebrow rose over a gold eye. "If this is concerning your punishment, it's doubled to a sixty day length for barging in here without reason."

"Say what—Ah come on, I got something serious to tell ya."

"If it isn't dealing with the winter support missions, I doubt it'll interest me."

Ginta peeked around the corner of the door with Ayame, watching the usual bickering between the Head Elder and their brother. This was never new. If it wasn't Koga causing the fuss it was—never mind it was always Koga causing a fuss.

"Come on I'm telling the truth."

"Koga—"

"Elder I swear there's something really important I gotta show you in the Shell Valley."

Sighing impatiently, the ashen haired old demon, shrugged his resolve, nodding for the others to continue the meeting until he returned. No matter what the cause if Koga didn't get his way they'd be back and forth with each other until the end of time. "Fine, take me there but if this is another attempt to get out of your sentence it'll be increased to a full year of barrier patrol. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yea, yea, sure whatever." Koga grabbed the blue striped wrist of his elder tugging him down the halls. "Hurry up before they leave!"

"They?"


Koga and the Head Elder quickly tore through the top canopies of the forestry littered tightly through the Shell Valleys. The pivoting travel took them a small fifteen minutes before Koga landed near the underbrush of where he remembered leaving the two intruders and waited until his Elder landed airlessly next to him, mimicking his defensive stance.

"There." Koga pointed out toward the nearby three, he could still see the resting Inuyoukai.

The elder thinking this was probably another waste of time, gazed out at the objects of his charge's distressed and sighed. "Koga, a couple of our brothers find a suitable rest place and you sort too—" Wait, he looked closer. "No," He whispered gazing more in-depth at the two faces, one in particular with the familiar markings of a past family long assumed dead.

By the holy names of heaven, were his eyes deceiving him? Was it his long lost god son… "Sesshomaru."


Sesshomaru jolted up, startling Inuyasha awake, when the sense of two powerful beings struck a nerve in his spine. One not much to be concerned over but the other could be a threat.

"Sesshomaru?" Inuyasha sat up only to be pushed back down against his brother's chest. "What's wrong?"

"Shhh…" Someone's out there but they're being careful to mask their energy locations. No doubt as surprised as he was, a tinge of rage boiled in him that two opposing demons could be in the area.

That's when Inuyasha noticed it too. The familiar tingle of similar powers bristling from somewhere close. "What the..." He was so damn caught up in the moment of awe struck discovery he hadn't realized until the last minute when Sesshomaru stood, pulling him up as well in one fluid move. The husky growl of his mate, put him on full alert as well snarling at whatever threat might be in the vicinity.

"Show yourselves." Sesshomaru said to the unseen entities. Damn he still wasn't up to full strength yet. It's only been a few hours since they've began their hibernated rest. But the function of his left arm, though still stiff from lack of usage, could handle hand to hand combat if the intruders proved to be a worthy match.

"In all my years…" Said the appearing deep baritone voice of someone off the far right. "I never would thought the day of miracles would come."

That voice. Sesshomaru's eyes amplified to the widest capacity he'd never tried.

"For fifty long years I thought you dead."

Both Inuyoukai slowly turned their heads to the source of the approaching voice and nearly had a stroke. As if the hands of time had ceased all forms of life around them, Sesshomaru stared at the regal statue of a man who knew had died so long ago. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't possible. This materialized phantom with the ankle length ponytail of silver and jagged navy tribes of an experienced warrior just couldn't be who he thought he was. No blessings have been answered from his prayers to one day be united with his guardian.

Yet as if it were an everyday occurrence, here was InuTaisho himself, walking toward them like he hadn't missed a single day of life.

Inuyasha couldn't speak. He could only gasp a dry release. He couldn't muttered a single audible noise as the exact replica of his mate was walking toward them oozing unbelievable power. Hair as silky soft and glimmering as polished glass wavered weightlessly in the swirling gusts of wind. One crooked stripe was printed on each side of his cheek, but what captivated him most of all was the exact hue of solid sunshine marred in two separate orbs. And the way he was dressed with that white and blue puffed Kimono he looked like something out of old Japanese movie.

This was so unreal.

To actually see a walking, talking, breathing demon— another Inuyoukai no less, coming to you from out of the blue was like some made up curse to suck the air from your lungs. Breathing was a forgotten task on both their parts until the tall force of aura came to stand before them smiling a relieved smile so refined he seemed on the verge of tears.

"Sesshomaru."

The sound of hearing that tone speak his title rendered the All Mighty Dog King to drop his arms to his side in a dumbfounded stare. "InuTaisho."

Inuyasha blinked at hearing the hushed name of the man he'd heard from the story Sesshomaru had told him of back when they were at the compound. This guy here was him? The actual InuTaisho that acted as his guardian? His brother's god father?

"For fifty years," Taisho whispered walking up to both young men. "I'd thought you dead, Brother. But to see you here, alive." He chuckled shamelessly against the thickening knot in his throat. "God, Sesshomaru I thought dead. I thought you dead!" For so long he'd blamed himself for the foolish idea to separate them in hopes to one day reconnect with each other but so much had happened to prevent him from searching out his god son's spark. Thinking the worst he assumed him dead and forever leveled the punishment of guilt upon his heart. But to see the lad alive and well…nothing could bring in the force of happiness broiling inside.

"How are you alive?" Sesshomaru asked breathlessly keeping his eyes trained on the pair of ancient youkai solid gold.

Taisho blew out a released wind remembering how he'd ended up here. "When we split up I ended up being discovered time and time again by the same group of hunters who found his out in the first city. I was pursued for the longest by Devil hunters when a human helped me escape down that very well that brought you here." He clasped his hands on the lad's shoulder squeezing them to be sure this wasn't a dream. "Boy, it's a miracle and," he grazed down at the young creature who he could smell had the least amount of years he's smelled in a one time but the scent of another familiar soul reeked through him. "Sesshomaru who is this child?"

Sesshomaru having momentarily forgotten his mate's existence looped his arms around his neck tugging the pup under his chin. "Inuyasha. The son of InuTouga."

"InuTouga?" Taisho's mouth hit the floor at upon hearing the label of that robust youth from long ago. "You're InuTouga's boy?"

Inuyasha still open mouth in shock nodded numbly still not believing he was looking at another Inuyoukai.

Well he'll be damned. "Yes, he's the spitting image of that old dog's face." Taisho reached out to touch the hanyou's face but was met with an unsuspecting growl and a jerk of the child's body from his range.

"InuTouga's child is also my mate, Brother. You'll do well to respect and remember that."

Ah yes he should've known. The boy's odor was practically blanketed in Sesshomaru's aura. But he brushed that aside when another thought tugged his thoughts. "Koga!"

Inuyasha flinched from the thunderous voice and Sesshomaru lifted his trademark eyebrow.

Just then a saggy light bronzed teen, looking no older then Inuyasha, stumbled from the brush awkwardly scratching the back of his at his ungraceful appearance. "Geez do you have to be so loud old man? I was right there ya know." Koga teased coming to stay before the two newcomers. Looking closer, he could see that one was the same full blooded Inuyoukai as the Elder but that second one? Koga rudely stepped forward taking a whiff and then swatted at his nose. "Ah man you smell like Mutt."

Inuyasha blinked, blinked, blinked, and blinked, crunching the side of his lip. Did this funky, nasty looking jackass just call him…A Mutt?

A soft pound landed on the wolf demon's head. "Be respectful of our brothers as you would the others Pup." Taisho scolded firmly. "Now go on and call the pack."

"Others? Pack?" Inuyasha finally spoke out growing excited. "Y-You mean there's more?"

"Yea stupid that's what he said."

"I wasn't talking to you, you fucked up asshole!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, this kid had some major balls. Now this was the first time Koga's had anyone openingly curse him out like that. None of those other fools wanted to waste their time arguing with 'em but this hot chili pepper here? Oh hell yea he was definitely going to have some fun. Kind of cute too. "Ya better be glad the Elder's here to protect ya you stank face dog!"

Inuyasha balled the bottom of his lips inward as he struggled from Sesshomaru's grasp to claw that bastard's face off. "Let me go! Fuck let me go!" Oh when he got loose he was going to rip that stupid fool's skin off and use it for a damn rug.

"Be mindful of your pregnancy Inuyasha." Sesshomaru reminded, finally getting the eager pup to settle down.

"Fine." Already meeting new demons and Inuyasha was itching to kill one off.

A deep, long howl suddenly traveled through the skies in an echoing message which Inuyasha was shocked to realize he understood. For a brief instant there was a deafening silence, as the yowl message died away. Then an elephantine chorus of booming voices shattered the heavens above. Loud and incredible vocals coming from a distance were the tingle beautiful voices of familiarity that shook Sesshomaru to his core. The endless times of forgotten music began to supply his brain the loss memories of beatitude moments when his race had sung to the very moon plastered on his brow.

Oh those voices. So many. Yet so few. God he'd given up hope of there ever…

Inuyasha swallowed deeply holding his breath looking at the wall of greens from where the vocalized brothel called out to their calling family. He was shaking with every fiber of his soul. Trembling, terrified and so very excited. The smell of approaching sweetness was becoming stronger, crowding the valley with a multitude of different scents.

The constricting knot in his chest remained him to breathe just enough to sunk back in. He was nervous. Oh so very nervous. What did they look like? What they want him here too or only Sesshomaru? Would he be seen as an equal or another outcast from before? Oh god some questions—

Then it happened…

First one with short glittered silver peeked through the brush. Then another with darker gray stuck his head out before three became five and ten became twenty and twenty became fifty and fifty became more.

"Sesshomaru…" Inuyasha could not believe what he was seeing. There were at least a hundred people emerging from the emerald brush. Every single person in range resembled his mate to a tee. Each holding the same regal confidence of majestic beauty he did. Most sporting long hair as silky as the lightest feather ranging from a smoky gray to bright platinum silver gracing the heads of some with one or five stripes of many colors on their faces. Yellow cat like eyes between solid gold and light canary all gazed evenly with so much shock and glee at seeing new brothers upon their lands. Most of them were dressed in the same kimono styles of InuTaisho while a very few wore plain style t-shirts and jeans.

"Oh my God. It's Lord Sesshomaru." Came the gasped shocked of a feminine whispered from the midst of the crowd, silencing the rest of youkai in astonishment.

"Lord, Sesshomaru…No it can't be...that's him… Is it really him…? But how…I thought he was dead…" Every single head looked on in incredulity fear of hearing their king's voice. One they had thought dead after the uprising. "Our king lives!" Began the first one voice of delight turning to many voices of cheerful thrill floating the area in surprise. Whistles, howls, bouncing bodies and happy embraces were all shared between them all in remembrance of the way their once fallen king.

Sesshomaru looked on at the intensity of his people's joys, not feeling the breathless sigh of contentment escape his parted lips. "How…?"

"The same as I," Taisho explained. "A small group of our clans had the aid of a few monks and priestess that made a deal that if the Well was created to another time of demonic brotherhood, that no more of their kind would bother the human race again. Sadly only a few of them could make it through before word had been passed along about its existence."

Inuyasha gazed out at each smiling face buzzing with rousting glee, but couldn't help noticing something a bit disturbing. As overjoyed as he was to see his own kin alive…a tiny piece of him wished— if it were possible for there to be any out there like him. If just a single one… But he didn't see any…All of the dunned the same, lengths of silky hair, pointy ears, striped faces and forehead symbols. No one looked a thing like him…

InuTaisho turned proudly to the crowd of onlookers with his chest puffed out. "My brothers and sisters. Rejoice for the times of formal delight have now become blessed with overwhelming cheer. Our King lives!"

More holler hoops and laughter filled the airs that even had Sesshomaru smiling at proudly, that is until he felt the darkening sadness of concern and misplacement from his mate's mind. Sorrow, fear of neglect and trembling worry. "Inuyasha—"

"Sesshomaru," InuTaisho cut off gently. "Before we can celebrate you and your mate's arrival, there are several young ones I'd like you to meet." With one snap of his fingers the large crowd of tall elegant demons parted like the Red Sea. In folded sheets peeling away, Inuyasha could make out of humored giggles at his furry ears and the teasing remarks of how cute he looked.

"Sesshomaru," Taisho walked forward when the crowd split into two. "These children have heard so much about you from their parents and now brother…"

Then in a heart stopping moment of seconds, Sesshomaru squinted his eyes at what he was again, to shocking to believe. There were so many surprises overwhelming him at once…

But this time... Inuyasha's eyes melted in speechless denial at the several approaching emerging from the inner core of his people. "Oh my God…."


TBC: Sheesh this story just doesn't want to end huh? ^_^