Calendar: October.
I do not own: 1) Inuyasha, the characters or world therefrom. Those belong to Rumiko Takahashi. 2) the original idea that spawn this specific plot. That was borrowed from Shellbabe's Lost Mate found on FFN.
Pack It In
Sesshoumaru's phone rang from the pocket of his shirt. The advent of the warmer weather had prompted the Hughes to open the barn doors on the work shop allowing some more room to work and the occasional wave of fresh air. Being a creature with close ties to nature and rather susceptible to the variances of scent and natural body odor, the inu reveled in it. He'd even moved his usual work bench out into the sun, the better to soak up the sunlight. His crown of braided silver hair hadn't been enough to keep him in and the exposure of his nape to the free moving air without threat of hair blowing into his work was an added boon.
Trish was fiddling around with some of the little wooden toys her grandfather had constructed for her out scraps and spare time. The wooden letter blocks had been a suggestion made by her reading tutor and while the child had originally balked at the idea, such toys were considered baby-ish, she'd embraced the ones her "papa" made. She stacked them into words and sounds and read them aloud, celebrating every time she got something coherent. It was a game the little girl exulted in. The old man had some word blocks planned in the near future so Trish could work on sentences and grammatical structures.
Her childish laughter allowed for a soothing atmosphere that made the sound of distant traffic seem even farther away. The Hughes home was on the outskirts of town, close enough for Sesshoumaru to come and go on his own two feet, avoiding public transit entirely. It was a nice change of things, one that had been in place since Nonny had found his little sub pack their new home.
Trish grinned up at him and stopped her games whenever that sound came from his pocket. The little girl loved to talk to his mate, though he couldn't quite figure out why. Truly, his mate was pleasant and personable and she did well with children in the capacity of her profession. But Trish had never met his female in person. The inu had believed that children younger than a certain age lacked the ability to fully realize that the person on the other end of the phone was really real. Abstracts were difficult to understand when your world was limited to what you could see and touch and feel.
Innocence was marked by a limited world view. It was torn down piece by piece as the cruelty of the masses became more than some illusory outside myth. The realization that all those things taught in school about culture and geography and history were real and suffering was widespread. Trish already knew some of that, as cruelty had touched her closely, but she was still working on her understanding that pain was just as real when felt by someone else instead.
But she knew joy was real. That Sesshoumaru cared for that woman on the phone and that it made him happy when she called. And his pleasure was hers too.
With a mild chuckle, Sesshoumaru set his tools down and pulled out his phone. His mate had gotten better about calling him in recent months. He heard from her at least once daily and while there wasn't a set schedule, her timing had grown increasingly consistent. It was part of her routine, he was part of her routine, established with the last of her visitors returning home at the end of her summer months. Her littles returned to pack and school and she finished all of her requirements for the one year of observing rounds.
This little call, was a bit early for her though.
She was a full-fledged doctor now with the title and everything. His mate was still at the same hospital though. She was on-call if any hanyou got brought in, but while there weren't any in attendance, she was delving through the records of half-blood patients brought in and unsuccessfully treated in the past. It was dusty and slow work, but she had to know what hadn't worked in the past before she could start building up alternatives that might work better.
"Dr. mate," he answered with a grin. He loved to tease her a little about not knowing her name while showing he was proud of her achievement. Sesshoumaru was so very proud of what she'd managed to accomplish even though neither of them were ready to call it a full-fledged success.
"I'm sorry Sesshoumaru," she apologized immediately on the other end, surprising him as he couldn't think of anything she had done that required apology. If anything she'd been a lot more affectionate recently. He had nothing to complain of. They had a scheduled "play date" at least once a week and often, there were spontaneous trysts that popped up more often than that. She kept him abreast of her theories and frustrations.
Sesshoumaru knew she had contacted the local tribe of Native Americans hoping their shamans, weather doctors, and wise men/women would have a gentler method of suppressing youki in hanyou who would benefit from allowing their human immune system to fight disease for them. Like Trevor. Like most hanyou borne of human mothers and suffering some human ailment. The genetics inherited from the mother were fully capable of handling most of the common ailments caught by young children. And the ones that weren't could be treated with medicines designed for human use. If a hanyou caught something like a cold or chicken pocks or suffered pink eye or poison ivy, that child could get over it in the usual human time. But only if their youki was suppressed to let it happen.
Youki tended to interfere with human remedies and human immune system reactions. Most medicines were immediately rejected by youkai as harmful. This was not even mentioning life support machinery. If a Youkai's heart and breath stopped and did not start back up again on its own there was no point perpetuating the agony, of both the survivors and the dieing.
She was still trying to figure out how to fix the type of problem Jeremy had been born with. Youki suppression was only meant to be temporary. She believed, as did he, that it was important to allow a hanyou their youki so that they can learn over time what they are capable of. Such would not have helped Jeremy survive. Human bones didn't heal fast enough to replace and reenforce his support structures so as to prevent their collapse under the constant weakening caused by his youkai inheritance. The only thing his mate could think of was blocking the production of that one youkai born chemical. It would take a better understanding of how it was produced and what other systems would be effected by its absence before she could even start to propose a cure for another child to suffer Jeremy's ailment.
All of which still had him confused as to why his mate felt this sudden need to apologize. What had she done?
"I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did and there's no possible way for me to get out of it without causing more harm. She might die and she's barely begun to live. You have to believe me," her words rushed fluidly into his pointed ear and Sesshoumaru wondered when she would start making sense. Who was this "she" and just what did saving whoever it was have to do with apologizing to him?
"Mate stop! What did you do?"
"I-" she stopped to swallow tightly. He could hear the muscles work through the phone a clear indication that she was anxious and almost certainly alone. "I accidentally became a mother."
Sesshoumaru stood up abruptly knocking the bench behind him to the ground in a clatter he didn't hear. He needed space away from everyone who could interrupt the fast swirling thoughts rushing through his head trying to make reality coherent again. His usually nimble feet tripped absently over the fallen seat, sending him to his knees, but he didn't notice. How could he notice a slight pain when the world had spun completely off its axis and the sun was sure to start traveling backwards across the sky?
Trish rushed to help him up, her worry causing her to forget the words that would get her answers. Strong emotion, especially anxiety, robbed her of speech. It was a learned habit picked up under the cruel parenting style of her delinquent parents before the government had rescued her from them by sentencing the irresponsible cretins to prison for an unrelated crime. Her startled fearful face inspired him to reach out and pat the nearest shoulder as he rose to his feet and walked swiftly around to the back of the building their work shop was in. Much as he usually encouraged her to work the words free of her fears, right now he hadn't the patience to offer her that boon.
How could a woman accidentally become a mother? What did that even mean? Was she raped in a drug induced coma and only woken up to the fact when she suddenly gave birth? How was it possible she wouldn't notice the signs of that? She was a doctor. There were physical indicators of pregnancy she should have noticed were that the case. Who could even have done such a thing to her?
Granted, she'd had a lot of visitors of late, but they had all been trusted friends. Brett and Germaine were only into each other and the two wolves were too young and considerate to even think of it. Alicia couldn't get another woman pregnant and neither could Ayame. As far as Sesshoumaru knew, no one else had been allowed any where near his mate's home except the sponsor that owned the property. And he hadn't even approached her for mating yet. There was no desire there, just noble intentions.
The inu took a deep breath, inhaling baked dust and drying greenery to get his thoughts to come to a stop. He needed to remain calm and drag the full story from the flighty, anxious woman trying to drive him crazy. Sesshoumaru refused to go on a rampage only to find out the situation was completely innocuous. Unless it wasn't of course. Then his very elusive mate would find herself caged under an enraged, outlaw inu youkai. Nothing would prevent him from searching her out and answering the call of his instinct to enforce his place as her only male and forever the only sire to her offspring. He would break international laws to get to her regardless of the many consequences doing so would cost.
She wasn't allowed to breed with any other partner. Sesshoumaru would give all the lateral freedoms in the world but that one. Instinct and personality just couldn't accept infidelity in her. It would break his heart no matter the reasons and his instinct would break her to even the score while he was too numb and confused to prevent it. He didn't want that, and he very much doubted that she did. It wasn't wise to entertain worst case scenarios without full understanding of what the hell she was talking about.
She'd continued babbling her apologies. He was forced to cut in.
He took another deep breath before once again trying to get his distant mate to make sense. "Mate," he couldn't help the growl coating the tones of his voice. As much as he tried not to think of the scenarios that would lead to his female becoming an "accidental mother" he wasn't as calm as Sesshoumaru wanted to seem. "I think you had better explain from the beginning."
"The beginning, right," she dragged in a deep breath on her end. "All right the beginning. Just-just don't be mad at me. I didn't mean it!"
"If you do not make it clear what this Sesshoumaru is to be reacting too, I will be forced to act on incomplete and possibly false information, mate," he grit his teeth in frustration. It wasn't like her to completely fall apart like this any more. She'd never done it over anything he could have been angry about before. He didn't like that she should feel the need to now. "The beginning."
"The beginning...where?" she thought aloud absently before finally making a decision before he could wish any stronger for the ability to reach through the phone and strangle her. "You know how I've been stopping down at the ER at the beginning and end of my shifts?"
"Hn," Sesshoumaru suspected it would be more accurate to say she had been going at the beginning, end and every one to two hours in between. His secret miko was terrified of missing even a single moment of time with any hanyou patient. The losses of Jeremy and Trevor earlier this year were still felt, and though she was slowly recovering, their memory was driving her actions now. She'd been very certain to thank him repeatedly for calling in the cavalry. He hadn't even needed to tell her about his hand in the rash of visiting friends she developed over the summer.
"Hush," she quieted his teasing. Sesshoumaru had made a point to pick fun over her obsession. She refused to accept it as an obsession. She considered the constant checking as just realistic. Every hanyou that made it to her hospital was in desperate need of saving and the whirlwind work going into getting the patient stable would likely make the attending physician and nurses forget to call her. Sesshoumaru argued that it was better to wait until she was called to insure she didn't get in the way of efforts to stabilize some patient suffering a health crisis.
"Anyways, I had stopped by on my way in to work when some EMTs brought in this cardboard box on a stretcher. I couldn't believe nobody had taken whoever was in that thing out of the damn box!" she huffed in the remembered outrage. "That was a person in there worthy of more respect than that no matter how small...So I jumped on the gurney and opened the flaps to find a little, newborn coyote youkai suffering from hypothermia and shock. Apparently the poor thing had been abandoned next to a dumpster and nobody found her until the garbage men came around for pick up this morning. She'd been howling for her mother when they called for emergency assistance but was too weak for it by the time they made it to the hospital," the new doctor took a deep breath to steady herself. Their bond was open by now and he could feel the tension lacing through every limb as she struggled to relax them. The day's events had riled her something terrible. "Naturally I reached into the box to try to warm her. I pulled her out and held her to my chest. It was then that things went crazy."
"Crazy how?" Sesshoumaru had managed to calm considerably with her tale. His mate had not been raped or pregnant. She hadn't bred with another male or betrayed the trust he maintained in her. He actually felt rather foolish. Someone would have noticed over the summer if she'd been pregnant.
Brett and Germaine would have made comments. Ginta and Hakkaku would have asked questions while their travel alpha derided his mate. He would have heard about it from Brett, but also when his mate complained about these strange behaviors and words from those around her.
Only his mate could become an accidental mother to a youkai pup brought into the emergency room of her hospital. "The little thing started yowling up a storm and nosing at my shirt." He could imagine. The Hughes neighbor two houses over had a new baby and even from this distance he could hear the thing at its most demanding. "And would you believe it, the representative from the Muwekma Ohlone Tribe of the San Francisco Bay Area(1) chose just that moment to show up!"
He had no doubt that his mate would find that mortifying. She'd been struggling to work through all the red tape the tribe had thrown up under suspicion that she was trying to exploit the local culture. She had read up on their history, and while the Ohlone tribal histories were fractured and broken during the Spanish missions and military presence during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, they were the most local tribe. It made sense to start with the tribe closest geographically and it wasn't entirely unfeasible that if the Ohlone couldn't supply her with knowledge or methods that would be suitable that they could get her into contact with other tribes and other peoples who might.
The point was she needed entry into the cultural community and a guide willing to keep her from offending in anyway. "Apparently being adopted by a coyote pup is major proof of a worthy spirit," she murmured off hand. "I was informed that once bonded, a pup would not take food from any other for years. I-" she stopped and swallowed hard. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to take on a pup without consulting you!"
"The bond is permanent?" Sesshoumaru asked softly.
"Yeah," she sighed. "If I don't take her on it's likely she will die of starvation regardless of whether or not food is presented to her. She won't take it from anyone else."
"Not even if her mother shows back up to claim her?" he had to ask. The last thing either one of them needed was to become attached only to have their pup taken away again by some mother feeling remorse over giving up her baby.
"Apparently not," she answered. "Dr. Manzanita(2) said that it was rare for Coyote youkai to leave a pup on its own but some of the indigenous tribes have occasionally struggled to nurture and raise pups of mixed heritage as the coyote packs will not recognize impure pups, especially when those pups were the result of some unconscionable act."
"Rape?" Sesshoumaru asked gently. His mate was finally starting to address the damage he had caused on the night of their mating. She'd found a confidant in the spider Cheryl. He knew because the arachnid had managed to steal his mate's phone once to yell at him about his actions so many years ago. He was glad his female had finally lanced that wound, but wished he didn't have to deal with the well-deserved fall out at the hands of her stand-in therapist. Luckily, after the spider's diatribe, Cheryl had decided not to push his mate to hate him with every fiber of her being.
It had surprised him, but the spider hadn't pressed his mate to feel anything towards him at all. She allowed his secret miko to vent all her feelings, lamenting the choices she'd been disallowed and the natural explorations associated with her early twenties. He didn't know precisely what they spoke of, but Cheryl didn't try to influence his partner in one direction or another. She just encouraged the outpouring his mate had always need.
Sometimes he wondered if the spider had a background in human psychology or counseling trauma survivors.
"It would be just mere speculation as it appears the Coyote elders are so disapproving of cross breeding with anything not Coyote, the mother in question could have just had a one night stand that proved a little more fruitful than expected," she added calmly. He heard the distant snuffling of the pup that was apparently in her presence despite his earlier thoughts on the subject. Sesshoumaru could hear the shifting of clothing as his mate reached for something. He could feel the muscles shifting with the strain of holding a small weight against her body while she reached to her right. A sharp yelp followed the piercing pain of little claws snagging tender skin in her breast. "Let go you little beastie. There's nothing there for you to get!" His mate settled back into the chair she'd been sitting in and carefully removed tiny paws from her scrubs. "Drink this," she muttered.
Sesshoumaru could feel her massage the wounded spot and he wished he was there to watch them both. "The pup accepts formula?"
"Dr. Manzanita said a formula high in iron would be a good temporary substitute for the mother's milk," she muttered as she rocked the pup, sucking noisily in its haste to eat. "She's gone back to her tribal elders to see if they can't find a Coyote female who's already lactating that would be willing to supply what we need. If that doesn't work out, Connor and Manny are already trying to look up other canines for possible donors. We're not quite sure what was mixed in, but most of the native canine youkai are genetically close enough to hopefully supply what we need."
"Hn," Sesshoumaru pondered as he reached out to stroke his youki over his female and new pup. The little furry female tensed at his touch but eventually relaxed since her bonded mother found him no threat. "It is good that you informed me so quickly mate. The pup will start siphoning your reiki from you. When she exhausts you enough, you would no longer be able to hold your interference with the bond we share. This Sesshoumaru would worry you were being attacked and react violently towards the thief with his youki."
"I hadn't thought of that," she tensed in surprise before relaxing with a sigh. "I forgot that youkai young leech youki from their parents until they're fully weaned."
"It is probably best you leave your interference down for at least the first year," he advised, completely honest in the needs of their pup. "It would be better if you never approach the level of exhaustion that would leave you incapable of tending the pup. She will pull this one's youki in as much as your reiki that way. It is better for parents to split the duties."
"True," she agreed. "Besides, there's always the possibility that a steady influx of nothing but reiki might do her some harm." Sesshoumaru hadn't thought of that. Her power was rich and warm, but it was still inherently different from his own. He loved the feel of it against his youki, but he was a fully developed youkai with an established aura of his own. The pup had yet to develop that far. But without her reiki it was doubtful the little pup would have bonded to his mate at all. "We're just lucky the trash pick up guys knew she was a youkai and not just a puppy in a box."
Youkai pups were born in their natural forms and held to them almost constantly until they were weaned and had youki enough of their own to make the change. "Have you named her yet?"
"No," she responded. "I know I kind of adopted us our first child without asking you first. No way was I going to leave you out of anything else. Dr. Manzanita also said she was going to get the tribal lawyers working on the legal factors required to keep our new pup. They'll want a name when the papers are drawn up. Do you want me to give her your family name?"
"It is better not to," Sesshoumaru answered honestly while his mind whirled with possible names for his first pup. "When this Sesshoumaru leaves the greater pack that name will likely be disallowed to follow me. I will take your family name. When and if Inuyasha follows he will do the same." He snorted, "He would probably do it just to take the name of one of his sanctuary families."
"He is a little attached to us," she was smiling, he could tell. The determined sucking sound was beginning to diminish. "They tell me they've found a piece of property to build my clinic on."
"They are building your clinic?" he asked surprised. It seemed unusual that they would start her off with a brand new building rather than adapting a building already erected.
"I've found that hanyou usually do better in rural settings, as the patients we get from the country are fewer in number. At first I just thought they didn't make it this far, but some of the area clinics in rural communities have a higher success rate with sending their hanyou patients home again."
"Must be the inherent pollution in cities," Sesshoumaru opined. Full-blooded youkai themselves did better in the wide-open spaces of forested tracts and rolling hills, flat lands, and even deserts.
"Most of my youkai sponsors came to the same conclusion, so they found me a ridiculously large plot of land to build on. I've asked for the greenest materials possible and self-sustaining resources too. It would cut down on the pollution contaminating the grounds we chose for their lack of it, and insure that we will almost never be without life-sustaining power. They're talking of solar panels and the most recent inventions for extracting water from the air so we'll be drought resistant," she went on, clearly excited by the work being done on her future. "I haven't seen any plans yet. But there's lots of room to build outward with time. I'm hoping they start kind of small though. I'm only one person."
"True," Sesshoumaru agreed still trying to decide between the two names that would be appropriate for their first female pup. She held the pup up to her shoulder and rubbed along its back to encourage the release of any air taken in with the formula.
"I was informed that my housing was no longer suitable for my new situation," she told him, switching topics again. "I'm supposed to be moved out to the country closer to the new clinic site within the next six months."
"They are moving you on-site?" he asked. She would always be on-call with no hope of getting away from her work that way. This was not ideal for a mated pair that hadn't been separated for a considerable space of time. For him and her it would be most inconvenient.
"Not quite. Pepper's family is apparently in possession of some undeveloped mountain property. It's a bit isolated without too many neighbors. You and Inuyasha and now this little one will have room to run," she continued. "That is, if you can get past being neighbors with Kitsune." Which was a lot to ask of an inu. Sesshoumaru didn't like the parents or cousin of that little girl his mate had saved. He didn't care if their behavior had improved with time and familiarity, they had broken bones and some small pieces of her spirit. "I believe there's also some Coyote in the area. Some of the few Ohlone allotments are nearby too."
"How far is it from your clinic site?" Sesshoumaru felt compelled to ask.
"It'll be a farther commute than I'll want the first few years," she replied. "but far enough when I'm not the only one around to treat everything but an emergency. I'm working on citizenship and I'll get a driver's license after that. Gloria, Connor, and Emily have promised to chauffeur me around when my sponsors can't."
"Hnn,"Sesshoumaru acknowledged the words she related without expressing an opinion on things he really didn't care about. How his mate got around in the near future was a technical problem she would handle in her fashion. He had no doubt she would find some safe means of transportation that would incorporate her new responsibility to their pup. Inu pups required the constant presence of their maternal parent during the first year. He wasn't sure the same applied to Coyote pups, but he knew wolves required the same.
"Have you decided on a name?" came the question he was expecting. "She's done eating and I kind of have to try and get some work done while she's content. I'm currently outside on the roof for the moment. It was the quietest place I could find within short distance of the records room where I could use the phone."
"It would be more prudent for you to sleep while she does," he murmured thoughtfully. "Your insomnia may not stand up to the prolonged demands of the pup."
"There's been a lot of speculation over that. Carter-sensei, Miriam-sensei and Vauhn-sensei all insist I leave off my research for about the next month. Gloria is making plans to throw me a baby shower to help buy me all the things I supposedly need to have for my new pup." She sounded both bewildered and exasperated. "Three separate people have offered me baby cribs, two of which are family heirlooms." Sesshoumaru chuckled as he fully understood her incomprehension. Human babies might be safer sleeping in their own beds, but pups wouldn't sleep without the constant warmth and thrumming heart beat held close to them. A crib would just be a useless piece of furniture and a complete waste of space in her little guesthouse apartment.
Sesshoumaru had heard how tight things got with her guests over the summer. The small space had barely held the numbers of her visitors inside in comfort. If her littles weren't wolves and comfortable sleeping in piles, it would have been completely unbearable.
"A name Sesshoumaru, so I may leave you with the taste of it in your mouth," she whispered as he assumed the demanding little pup found peaceful rest in her arms. "A name that she might begin to learn it. I'm going to break out that scent box when I get home tonight. She needs to know you and you can expect a package in the mail so you can learn her scent too."
"Lots of pictures mate," he demanded.
She chuckled in his ear, "That goes without saying. Expect videos even."
"Katarin(3)" he dubbed their first pup. It was a combination of her grandmother's name and the name of his grandsire's mate.
"Kata-chan?" she tried it out.
"Perhaps Rin-chan would be more appropriate," he commented.
"True Rin-chan," she agreed. "you have been honored with great names, new daughter of Taishou Sesshoumaru, heir to the Taishou clan."
"Daughter to Sesshoumaru's mate and companion to the world's first hanyou doctor," he added unwilling to let her leave off the honor of her side of their daughter's parentage. It would last longer than his honors in any case. If his alpha discovered he had adopted a pup not of inu decent the older inu might disown him without Sesshoumaru having to formally break free on his own. He was a prejudiced old dog. Only lenient when the offspring was of his personal blood mixed with Izayoi. The bigot.
"Again I'm sorry for making you a father without consulting you first, it just happened so fast," the female apologized again.
"This Sesshoumaru is not and will never be sorry for taking in our Rin-chan," he assured her. He had accepted new pack, he was a father. Granted it was a secret, but he couldn't help but be proud of that fact.
Besides, he rather thought taking care of their new pup would be good for his mate, keep her from wallowing in the sorrow of losing Trevor and Jeremy, her latest paper cranes sent on to the care of her grandmother.
Typed & Written: July 27, 2014
(1)This is a real tribal organization representing the native people indigenous to the San Francisco bay area. The indigenous tribes of the area were unduly effected by the Spanish explorers and Franciscan missions. Their numbers were pared down first by a number of runs into their semi-permanent settlements by military escorted missionaries set to convert the locals. Those who wound up in the missions were then nearly wiped out by disease, further diminishing their number. Ohlone is a term that applies to more than just one tribe though most of the tribes it does describe were known to have mostly peaceable relations with their neighbors, inter-marrying and trading. It is believed that all such tribes practiced a form of shamanism for religion with similar creation stories. They practiced both the use of herbs for healing and spiritualism involving the use of sweat lodges. Most of their religion was lost under the religious oppression imposed by the European Missionaries common to the earliest efforts of Europeans to "settle" North and South America. For more information you could google the Ohlone.
(2)I couldn't find a surname specific to the Ohlone tribes. A representative from the tribal organization doesn't have to be full-blooded member of the tribe and it is a rare member who would be after the Spanish missions nearly wiped them out. There's not much of the language still spoken as the last fluent speaker died in the 1930s. Manzanita is a spanish word applied to a native growing ever green shrub or small tree. It means "little apple" and sounded surname-ish enough. I mean no disrespect.
(3) I made up a name (I am aware that such a name may exist in other cultures, but this one would be spelled with Kanji. characters to have a specific meaning.) Japanese culture allows for this as both Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru's names were made up through the combination of kanji symbols to create new names with new meanings Inu means dog and Yasha means "demon" with a female connotation therefore the entire name together means "female dog demon". Sesshou means "to take life away" and Maru means "Perfection/circle of life". The most elegant choice of meanings for his name complete is "the Killing perfection" which isn't quite as literal as "the destroyer of the circle of life". Kata is a Japanese name that means "worthy" and Rin means "companion" which is why Sesshoumaru thinks Rin-chan is more appropriate because she will be a constant companion to his mate in his continued absence. The combination of the two would mean (if I understand it correctly) "Worthy Companion". If I in some way perverted or misunderstood this practice I apologize. (Rin and Kata meanings taken from Babyname. Com Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru meanings googled.) I love google, use it.