Author's Note: I know this comes as a surprise to you all, but no- I do not own InuYasha. If I did, I would have more of the bishounens running around in skimpy clothing ... ; Only character I created would be Sesshoumaru's mum, Achika. But anyway, thanks for the comments, and I look forward to everyone's reviews.
All right. He could do this. He could change the diaper. Grimacing, Inutaishou yanked off his gloves, and then proceeded to clean the baby's rear end, breathing through his mouth the whole time as not to take in the awful smell. After a few dreadful moments of 'hell' the taiyoukai had successfully put Sesshoumaru in a fresh diaper and the crying had ceased. Smiling triumphantly, he placed the infant in his mother's arms, and then proceeded to wash his hands in a nearby stream. Coming back while putting on his gloves, he saw that his wife was nursing the child once more, striking terror into his eyes.
"Achika! What are you doing?!" He hissed under his breath, looking frantic. The demoness arched a brow, confused by how strange he was acting.
"It's called feeding a baby, Inutaishou-sama, is this something new to you?" She said sardonically, still flustered with her husband for acting like such an idiot. Maybe they shouldn't have had a child if he was going to be this strange.
"If you feed him, he's only going to dirty his diaper again!" The taiyoukai pressed, he could handle changing one diaper...but two? Achika gave him a look.
"How do you plan to keep Sesshoumaru alive then? Inutaishou-sama, you do realize that by the time our son is housetrained we're going to have changed thousands upon thousands of diapers...." The woman reminded him, sighing heavily. Honestly, how could the great Lord of the West be so stupid? Inutaishou's eyes widened, falling back into the grass, taking this all in. Thousands of diapers? Wasn't that enough to kill someone? Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Let's go to the castle, the maids will change Sesshoumaru, right?" He sat up, a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Well, yes, I suppose. Inutaishou-sama, is it that big of a deal?" Clearly, it was, for her spouse nodded quickly.
"I'll carry you there, just don't make me change another diaper...please," He pleaded. Laughing, Achika shook her head in amusement. Was it that horrible for him? Clearly, the warlord had no experience in fatherhood. And to see him begging like this? The demon lord never begged or groveled, so Achika knew that changing a diaper must be that awful.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," She laughed, placing Sesshoumaru in her lap, pulling up her kimono top. The woman then proceeded to wrap the infant in her husband's haori. Inutaishou stood, and then helped his wife get up. She looked him over for a moment, his chest bare; his hair frazzled somewhat, his eyes warm. He had his arms spread out to carry her, which made her laugh. "I think I'll be fine, Inutaishou-sama, though I thank you all the same..." She didn't have time to gasp as he yanked her up into his arms, planting a kiss on her forehead, startling the baby in her arms. Sesshoumaru commenced to more crying, as his mother tried to calm him, and succeeded, finally. The warlord walked, happy that he had such a beautiful wife and that he had such a wonderful son.
Time passed by, and Sesshoumaru grew up. He was a young boy of six. His hair had grown down to his shoulders, and he no longer cried—as much. Tugging on his itchy two-layer light blue kimono, the younger youkai tried to take off the material, doing everything possible. Yanking it over his head, pulling it down his middle, wriggling it off his rear; nothing was working. His mother had made sure that he wasn't taking off the clothing. Sesshoumaru, being no more than a child would have preferred running around in nothing but his smile. His parents sat on a couch parallel to their son, the two youkai just watching the boy. What were they going to do with him? He just had to wear clothes; the demon son of the Western Lord could not run around nude. It simply wouldn't do.
"Mother?" The youkai boy looked over to Achika, his short clawed hands still trying to pry the clothing off his body.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru? What is it?" She had a knowing smile on her face, obviously aware of what her offspring desired.
"I can't get this off..." He complained, struggling. The demoness shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru, but you have to wear clothes," Achika reminded him. The Western Lord looked over at Sesshoumaru, sighing. He had just arrived home and his face was perspiring from the afternoon sun, his clothing tattered and stained with mud. The man shook his head, why did his son have to be so stubborn? Just wear the damn kimono for Kami's sake! Inutaishou stood, raising a brow at his son, then looked to his wife as he began removing his armor and the infamous...'fluffy'.
"Achika, I'm going to go freshen up a bit. Patrolling the Lands is not the most hygienic job out there..." He chuckled softly, while his wife nodded, standing up as well. Kissing his lips, the demoness wrapped her arms around the muscular frame of her husband.
"Even if you do smell like swine, I still love you," She flirted, and then kissed him once more. Inutaishou returned the kiss, running his taloned fingers through her silver locks. Sesshoumaru watched this all, pouting. That was just gross. Kissing like that?! Ug, how could they just do it in front of him? There had to be some law violating a person's rights. Achika noticed her son's grimace, laughing softly as she pulled away, wiping off grime from husband's face, which revealed the striped cheeks.
"I think we're offending our son," She said light-heartedly, as Inutaishou looked over at the boy who was making faces at them. Sighing, he draped his armor and his fur pelt over the couch, walking to another room. His wife just stood there, watching him leave, sighing herself. He was so wonderfully handsome, it was hard just to let him go off like that. The boy noticed the faraway look in his mother's eyes and suddenly snapped in an impatient tone.
"Mother, how you can you do that in front of me? That's GROSS..." Sesshoumaru stuck out his tongue, while the demoness looked over at him.
"Sesshoumaru, don't talk to me in that tone," She said sternly, which made her son jump, but then her facial features softened. "You don't understand love now, but you will. You'll find that girl that you'll fall in—"
"Stop! Stop!" The boy put his hands to his ears, trying to block out the words his mother offered him, "I am never going to fall in love!" Achika frowned, sighing again. She had this feeling she was going to be sighing a lot while raising this little boy.
"Yes, and it seems that you'll never like wearing clothes either. All right Sesshoumaru, just be good for a few minutes. I'll go get you something to eat, okay?" Food—that would keep the child quiet. Honestly, he was a little too spoiled. He would never mouth off like that to his father. But then again, this was his mother talking to him, and his father was nowhere to be seen.
Nodding, Sesshoumaru was quiet for a moment, and then when he was sure his mother was out of hearing range, he began to tug at his garments again. Short claws went into the fabric, trying to break free of the material that bound him so. Achika had wrapped the obi around so tightly (for she knew of her child's habits of trying to escape clothing) that the young demon was beginning to feel it pressure his stomach from his struggling. It was in the middle of Sesshoumaru's gnawing at the kimono sleeve when a sudden feeling overcame him. His little bladder was in need of relieving itself. One had to pity the demon boy; there wasn't a chamber pot in sight nor a maid nor his parents to escort him to one. Crossing his legs as he stood, he hoped his mother would come soon, yet a few minutes passed, and still no one came. Searching frantically, his youthful amber eyes fell on the fur pelt that was laid across the couch. Nibbling his lip, Sesshoumaru decided to take the chance. After all, this was the great Inutaishou's fur pelt, this was a big risk indeed. But he simply had to go!
Rolling up the bottom rim of his kimono, the boy did his business, leaving his 'mark' on the treasured fur of his father's. It was after he had completed his task, that Sesshoumaru dropped the kimono rim down (which still refused to come off all the way) and was busying himself with straightening his obi when he slowly looked up to find two very irate amber eyes staring back at him. Gulping, Sesshoumaru smiled sheepishly at his father, making an attempt to run for dear life. But his father was too quick for the child, and grabbed his son by the collar, promising punishment in his eyes.
"ACHIKA!" The taiyoukai's voice could be heard booming through the castle, "Achika! Get in here!" Inutaishou growled, his son dangling loosely from his grip. The younger youkai had puppy tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to rub the feeling back into his rear end.
"Yes, Inutaishou-sama?" The demoness appeared, saying this quite calmly despite her husband's disgruntled air. "What do you wish from me?" Achika looked from the reddened demon lord, to the son who was still attempting to gain feeling from receiving a spanking, to the pelt that had urine stains. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight, covering her mouth with her pink clawed hand. Inutaishou raised a brow, fuming at this.
"I don't see what's so funny...Achika, your son took a piss on my fur! Do you hear me, my fur!" The warlord yelled, but it was hard to take the man seriously. Here his six-year-old son had taken a leak on his possessions; it was just too amusing.
"Well, dear, he is a dog demon, it would make sense for him to be marking his territory. You should be proud that he is growing up in your image," The woman chided, all in good fun. But this only made the taiyoukai blush lightly, his eyes still angered, while Sesshoumaru had tears dripping from his eyes.
"Proud?! You tell me how I'm supposed to be proud of a son that decides to haunt me with his bodily functions! Tell me! Tell me why I'm the one that got to change his first diaper, and why I get the joy of having him piss on my fur! Where's the pride in that?!" He bellowed, his free hand clenching into a tightly drawn fist. His wife simply shook a heavy head, trying to quell her laughter that threatened to escape. All the maids of the household had come to a stop in their duties, finding this hilarious. Achika took her son from Inutaishou's grasp, placing the boy to her chest as she supported him, feeling tears stain her garments. Poor Sesshoumaru. He hadn't meant any harm. He just had to relieve himself, it wasn't his fault he couldn't find a proper place to do so in time.
"I'm sorry...Father..." The child said, blushing heavily. Achika maid a clicking noise with her tongue, patting Sesshoumaru's head.
"There now, you see, Inutaishou-sama? He didn't mean it. Now, I'll clean up your treasured little fluffy, and it will be all ready for the ball we must attend to tonight, how's that?" The woman said, while her spouse gave her a dirty look.
"Pelt. Fur pelt...not fluffy..." 'Fluffy' sounded far too feminine to the masculine warlord. His disgusted tone lingered on the last word, clearly offended. His wife shook her head, moving Sesshoumaru over to her hip.
"Right dear, fur pelt, I'll have to remember that next time I address such a prized possession," She quipped, looking over at her son, "Now, how about some candy to cheer you up, hm? I'm sure some sugar will do you a lot of good," She said, placing a kiss on her son's forehead. She then proceeded to the kitchen, leaving her husband with a dumbstruck look on his face. How could that woman just leave him like that? She was his wife, she was supposed to acquiesce to his desires, not solve the problem maturely. Inutaishou shook his head, treading up to his room, ignoring the giggles of maids.
Once Sesshoumaru was properly attended to, Achika went to work on cleaning the stains left in the fluffy—pelt. Her son was licking some sort of grape candy, watching her scrubbing the fur. The woman's sleeves were rolled up, her hair yanked into a loose bun, but she still possessed that inner beauty, her kind eyes twinkling. She was going to let the maids do this 'dirty work', yet she felt as if she had damaged her Inutaishou's pride too much, so she was playing 'house wife' to compensate for her actions. Looking over her work, she smiled triumphantly, for the stain was almost removed. The leftover residue would just be a reminder to her husband that it was he who decided to have a child. But as she stared at the fur, she began to feel guilty for doing this. After all, Inutaishou didn't deserve to be humiliated at the meeting tonight. She didn't want to slaughter his reputation in front of the Lady and Lords of all the compass directions. Sighing, she told herself that her retribution would have to wait for another day.
Achika went back to scrubbing, her son still watching her, intrigued by such a simple task. Yet, even if the woman did want to remove the leftover stain...it wasn't going to come off. Try as she might, the remaining stain still stayed there in all its glory. The youkai child noticed this and frowned.
"Mother?"
"Yes Sesshoumaru?"
"Um...is that going to come off all the way?"
"No, afraid not..."
"Is Father going to be mad?"
The woman paused before answering. Here her husband had to go in front of the most powerful people in the country...with his fur stained in urine. Somehow, she didn't think Inutaishou would be too ecstatic about the situation.
"Yes, sadly. He has a horrible temper..." She then noticed the frightened look in her son's eyes. He feared his father; the man struck terror into the boy. Sesshoumaru wanted so very badly to please his father; the boy wanted to make Inutaishou happy that he was his son. Achika's eyes softened, pulling up her son's chin that had drooped down in shame. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Don't you worry your little head, all right? No harm shall come to you," She promised; her husband wasn't abusive, he just had that temper that on very rare occasions snapped. And this just might be one of those times...