I would just like to point this out before the story.
No one but Rumiko Takahashi knows about Sesshoumaru as a small child, and his birth mother, only that she was a youkai, like Inu-Papa (and she's not even in this story so you may now forget about her). We also don't know about Sesshy's relationship with InuYasha's birth mother, only that she loved InuYasha. Nor where he was born, but it is near the West.
So this is going to be rather fluffy with the information. But that's what fanfics are for!
Oh, and don't send a whole hoard of arguments about the fluffy thing that's over Sesshy's shoulder.
A story about Sesshoumaru and InuYasha's Childhood.
Enjoy!
Declaimer: I do not own InuYasha (Only some of the stuff I made up about his birth place Oh, and Kurojin )
It was early morning. The sun was gleaming on the snow on the Western Mountain range. Mist still hung fresh in the air, as it hovered over the pecks of the many mountains. In the very heart of the range, was a small village. It looked like a giant's baby had dug out a huge hole in the middle of a group of pointy rocks, then placed in it's toy village in the middle.
Round fifty small wooden houses were in the village, with great Sakura trees everywhere. They were enchanted to bloom all year round. Huge clouds of pink and white petals would swirl in the winds nearly every day.
In the middle of the village, was a towering old Sakura tree. Almost as large as a willow, it's twisted knotted roots and branches spread wide. But strangely, the tree had died a few years ago.
All the youkai in the village tried to revive the old tree. But even the strongest magic couldn't do anything for it. Soon, the tree started to root, dead limbs snapping off, and the dying flowers turning to mud.
Now it was just a shredded stump.
In the largest house, lived a powerful youkai, and a human woman. The youkai's name was Inutaisho or Inu Taiyoukai (once again debatable) and you could say that he lead the village. He would not know this, but one day, half of the inu youkai's in this village would help in a battle between neko youkai.
The female human, whose name was unknown to the village, was the youkai's lover. The female was his weakness.
The wooden house erupted with yells, as the double sliding door crashed open, and something small and multicoloured darted out. It dashed over the small decking with inhuman speed, and sprinted down the yard, passed the dead Sakura tree, and out of sight. "Sesshoumaru! Sesshoumaru!" A very pretty woman called from the doorway, one hand was rapped round the doorframe, and the other was bleeding rather heavily. She was dressed in a blue kimono, with a pink cloak round her shoulders. Her long black hair was pulled in ropes at the front, and the rest was down her back.
"I warned you not to try that with, Sesshoumaru." Said a male voice behind the woman. He took the bleeding hand in his own clawed one, and looked at it with an amused raised eyebrow. Inutaisho had his silver/white hair drawn in a high ponytail, and he wore traditional white robes, with blue edgings. He also had a steel chest plate, which came over his shoulders and part way down his arms. Large curved fangs were around the steel. Like his son, he also had some dog fluff pulled over his shoulder.
"Yes, but he just looked so cute." She sighed.
"Cute, maybe. But that dog bites."
At that moment,a small inu youkai was panting near the edge of a koi pond. The robes he wore were the same as his fathers, white with blue patterns. He was far to young to be wearing armour, but he had dog fluff over his shoulder.
His sharp face had double magenta slashes and a blue crescent moon on his forehead. His back length silver/white hair was very ruffled up, as he sank to his knees at the pond edge. A few brightly coloured fish swam away, as he glared at his reflection. Even now, the small child had a cold aura round him.
"Damn that women." He growled, pulling the dog fur off his shoulder, and giving it a good look. "Tie dye me, will you?"
The once pure white fur was now multicoloured with red and green. "'Getting into the holiday spirit', aww, gimmi a break." Sesshoumaru dipped the fur into the pond. Trickles of colour floated off it. Pulling it back out, he hissed in rage. The colour had run, and was now a dirty brown.
Ringing it dry, he flung it back over his shoulder. Sesshoumaru walked into the small 'town square' and pushed his way into a small house with a rug hanging over the door. A small girl was playing in the dirt; her mud stained green robes hung limply off her shoulders. She gave a fanged smiled when Sesshoumaru enter. "Sesshoumaru-sama, have you come to play with me today?" She asked, tucking some of her black hair behind her pointed ears.
He shook his head. "Sorry, Korujin-chan." The youkai's face fell. "Well, ok. For a while."
"Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama." Korujin said with happiness. "Look what my father made at the irons." From behind her, she pulled out two swords. One was short, and flat, with a slight bronze tinge to it. Its hilt was made from oak. The other was thin like a katana, with a bamboo hilt. "We can practise with them."
She held out the katana blade, taking the bronze one. "You only took the bronze for the colour?" Sesshoumaru asked, testing out the blade with a dull 'swish'.
"Uh-huh! By the way, what happened to your fur?"
"Uh, don't worry." Sesshoumaru sighed, running a hair through his hair. "Just my step-mother." He gripped the sword with one hand. "Want me to be handicapped?"
Korujin shook her head. "No. I'm ok." She brought up the blade, and twirled it to face the boy. Sesshoumaru spread his feet, and brought the blade round, as Kurojin took a swipe at his face. As the blades locked, sparks flew out. Sesshoumaru drew the blade back. Kurojin stumbled, having taken all her weight on that one move. He swung in past his waist, then back up, brushing it over the girl's throat.
"Dead."
She gritted her fangs, and leaped away, swinging the blade out as she did so. Sesshoumaru felt his robe being cut, as he took a step backwards.
She landed on fours, the blade in her mouth. Pulling it out, she leaped back into the air, drawing the blade up, and over her head. Sesshoumaru concentrated on putting his mass at the bottom of his feet, drawing the blade across his face.
Silver and bronze meet in a flash, as Kurojin came down, crashing the blade into Sesshoumaru's. The boy didn't even flinch, as her weight came on her self. By placing his feet like this, he absorbed the counter. With an effort, he pushed his blade out. With a hiss, Kurojin span away from his body, and landed in a heap on the dirt. He brought the blade to her face.
"Dead."
She slashed the blade at his ankles. He leapt up like a bolt of lighting, flipping over her fallen form. He landed neatly, and brought the blade round his body, pointing at her chest.
"Dead. Stop cheating."
Kurojin sighed, and threw the blade down. "Fine, you win." She rubbed her head. "Gee, I can't get how strong you are, Sesshoumaru-sama." The inu youkai flicked the blade round.
"Might I be able to keep this?"
"Go ahead, father's got loads."
"Thanks, Kurojin-chan." He smiled, and put the blade over his shoulder. "See you later."
"Aww, you promise to play with me!" She cried, gripping his sleeve. He pulled from her grip.
"I have to do something." She stared hard at him with her deep purple eyes. "Fine! Look, after sun set I'll play with you."
She fumed, but agreed. With a small wave, he left the house. Sesshoumaru looked at the sky. Nearly noon. His stomach was telling him as well. He walked further into town. A few of the youkais nodded to him, others said a few words to him. Like;
"How's your father?"
"Is your mother settling in well?"
"Don't you just love this time of year?"
And the normal replies;
"He's fine."
"She's not my mother."
"It looks the same as any other day of the year."
Actually, he had lied to Kurojin. He didn't have anything to do, but he needed to get out. He paused at a food stand, asking for some rice, and handed the gold over. Using the black chopsticks, he had just started on the bowl, when a conversation caught his keen pointed ears.
"Did you here? A rouge pack of kitsune are planning to attack this village!"
"Don't be stupid, kitsune youkai don't live this high in the mountains. Why would they want to attack the village any way?"
"I hear they want to settle a score with Inutaisho."
"But Inutaisho's so strong, he'll wipe them out before the battle has even started."
Sesshoumaru paused, his golden eyes narrowed, as he ran a tongue over his lips. Kitsune were planning an attack?
He stood up, leaving the half-empty bowl behind, but taking the chopsticks.
The small youkai boy stood on the outskirts of the village, looking at the misty hillsides of the outside world. He watched the skies, following a flock of birds with his cold gaze. A large group of them were gathered at one spot. The kitsune must be there; they would have wanted to hunt. The smell of blood would have brought the birds.
Bending low, he dashed off, his speed matching on of a full sprinting cheetah. His dog fur flew out behind him, as the flock of birds grew nearer. A circle of rocks loomed before Sesshoumaru, as he slowed.
Grasses poked out of the harsh mountain ground, and the circle of rocks was weather beat. Lying low on the ground, he pricked his sharp ears. A low crunching was growing in his ears, a few growls were heard to. Small paw steps thudded over the small campsite and sharp kitsune yelps.
Sneaking a look, he saw four of the youkai. Not a very big army.
The biggest, a little higher than Sesshoumaru's father, was snoozing in the weak sun light, his nine tails fanned out, the other three were the size of his mother, and only had one tail. Their pelts were a deep orange, and they had swirling flames at their paws. The blue flames were also around their pointy ears, and their eyes burnt with icy flames of hate. The birds were ripping at the carcass of some creature he couldn't make out. A female was snapping at them, catching a few in her great jaws.
Sesshoumaru gripped the katana. Looking down at his chopsticks, he fixed them firmly in his clawed hands. He stood up. All of the kitsunes looked round, rather shocked. Soon this was over, and the nine tailed fox stood up.
"What do you want, inu youkai?" He growled, bearing fangs like daggers. He drew breath. "You smell like Inutaisho."
Sesshoumaru twirled a strand of his silvery hair round his finger. "That's 'cause." He drew the blade to face them. "I'm his son."
With a snarling yelp, the kitsunes took flight, racing at Sesshoumaru. The boy leapt into the air, and they smashed into the boulder that was behind him. The leader looked up, teeth foaming. "The son of Inutaisho?" He howled. "You will die." Sesshoumaru pointed the blade down, as the kitsune leapt. One of the others, seeing the death strike, cannoned into Sesshoumaru, knocking him out of the air. He landed hard on the ground, as two of the kitsune's grabbed him by the arms, and started to tug.
With a flourish, both chopsticks had found their way into their eyes. Blood splattered the ground, as they reared away in pain, clawing at their ruined eyes. Sesshoumaru pulled away, and brought the katana round with him.
"Kyubi!" One of the blinded cried. "I'm blind!"
"Don't worry." Sesshoumaru hissed, in a flash was behind him. "I won't make you suffer." The kitsune panicked. Sesshoumaru stabbed the blade into the back of the kitsune's neck. With a strangled cry, it hit the ground, twitching horridly. Pulling out the bloodied blade, Sesshoumaru turned to find Kyubi on him. The kitsune knocked the katana away with one flamed tail. Kyubi sent him to the ground, and placed one paw over Sesshoumaru's chest, the other at his throat.
The second blinded kitsune was crashing into boulders; not listening to the other that was trying to calm him. In blind panic, he attacked its comrade. He tore at her fur, and ripped along her face. She yelped in pain, and slashed back. It rained blood, as the blinded kitsune still mauled at the female. The female felt his claws at her stomach, as he tore a line at it. She felt her organs rush out, and she fell to the ground, dead.
"You idiot!" He snarled at Sesshoumaru. "You have turned my comrades at each other." His foggy breath passed by Sesshoumaru's lips. His claws dug into the boy; small droplets of blood forming from the base of his claws.
Sesshoumaru got one of his hands free. In a flash, something shot out of them, aiming at the blinded kitsune. It was like a bright wipe, and it cut at the youkai's spin, its back ripped raw with it's showing muscles. With a howl, he toppled down the hill of rocks, finding his landing place at the bottom, where he lay still.
Kyubi lashed his nine tails, flames growing brighter. Sesshoumaru felt pain on his chest, as the youkai pressed harder at him. "Die."
Sesshoumaru wriggled under his grip, but it was far to powerful. Kyubi clamped his dripping jaws round Sesshoumaru's neck. He felt the white hot saliva dripping on to his sensitive skin, andSesshoumaru yelled in pain, flames bursting from his neck. Kyubi's saliva was like lava. Kyubi grinned, and flung him up in the air.
With a roar, flames engulfed the youkai, as he sped up to Sesshoumaru's limp body. Like an arrow he shot, right at the boy.
"No you don't!" A bronze sword flew in the air, and buried it self in Kyubi's rib cage. With a yelp, he fell in an arch, landing heavily on the ground. "Need some help, Sesshoumaru-sama?" The inu youkai looked up weakly, as Kurojin thrust his katana at him. "Fancy. The great Sesshoumaru-sama being rescued by a girl."
He could help by giving a faint smile. Leaning on the sword, he got up. Kyubi ripped the sword out of his ribs, blood gleaming on his fur. "You have a death wish?" He crunched the bronze sword to splinters.
"Take this." Sesshoumaru order, holding out the katana for Kurojin.
"Huh?"
"You need it. Not me." She gripped it, with a nod. Sesshoumaru stood in front of the girl. "Leave her alone, your fight's with me." He rushed forward, his hand glowing green.
Kyubi spat. Yaws wide, he charged at Sesshoumaru too.
"SESSHOUMARU-SAMA!"
There was a blinding flash. A whirlwind of blue flames dance round the pair as Kyubi held onto Sesshoumaru's glowing hand. He was in pain; it was across his kitsune's face. The glowing stuff seemed to be poison, scorching the insides of his mouth. But Sesshoumaru was in pain to. Blood drip from his torn hand in Kyubi's grip, and mixing with the youki was Kyubi's blood from his jaws, dripped onto Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru raised his other hand. "You might have blocked one of my hands." He grinned. "But my other is still free!"
"Oh-no! You're right! But lucky for me, I have nine other tails, fool!" A few came round, lashing onto Sesshoumaru's free hand. Sesshoumaru wriggled his hand, and it glowed, burning the tails away.
"DOKKSAUO!" He plunged the toxic hand into the kitsune neck, melting a hole on the other side. With a gasp, Kyubi's eyes rolled, and his head dropped. Tendrils clung, the only part from keeping the head falling. Sesshoumaru took his hand out of the youkai's scorched mouth, and kicked him away.
"Sesshoumaru-sama!" Squeaked Kurojin, dropping the katana. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Just a few scratches, and gashes."
"Don't look so calm about it!"
"Well sorry, want me to cry for you?"
It was late afternoon, and the sky was just turning pink, purple and navy blue. A few stars winked out, and the moon hung in the air. Sesshoumaru sighed, rubbing the back of his head. Kurojin had focused him to go to his step-mother, and get his wounds treated.
It only turned out that he had some deep cuts from Kyubi's claws, a rather bad burn mark on his throat, a good few bruises, and his hand was hacked up. So his step-mother, after a lecture from his father, had put bad smelling stuff over his cuts, then rapped bandages round them. Over his chest, from the claw cuts, round his throat, and round his hand. But his father did put him to one side, and said that he had made him proud, but to never do it again.
Now he was sitting in the dead branches of the lifelessSakura. He fiddled with a strand of hair, letting it go, and looked at the sky.
"Sesshoumaru?" He scowled. It was his step-mother. He glanced down. His father was next to her, one arm round her shoulders. It looked like she was holding something. "We want to show you something."
"Huh?" He leapt from the branches, and came to the foot of the tree.
"Sit down." He sat on the roots, as his parents knelt down. In her silken robes, his step-mother held what looked like a red thing with lots of silver. Sesshoumaru peered closer. Large golden eyes blinked back at him. It was a baby.
The kid had two small dog-ears on a mane of silver/white hair, kind of like his own. He was dressed in red robes, and he was holding a small fist in his fangs. His step-mother placed the small boy onto Sesshoumaru's fur.
At once, life spread through the tree. As the family watched it, the stump grew, the trunk sprang up and the branches strengthened, growing higher and more powerful. The tree had come alive. A few bud bloomed, crawling over the tree.
Braking away from the magical sight Sesshoumaru looked down at the baby, running a hand over his head, feeling the small ears. He guessed he was pretty cute. Picking him up in his arms, the baby clung to Sesshoumaru's hair, playing with it. He cuddled the little boy. He sniffed. Funny. The kid smelt like him…. Holy crap.
"Sesshoumaru, this is your new baby brother." His father said. Icy dread filled him. His what? He pulled the hanyou away from his chest, looking him over He didn't seem remotely cute anymore.
He stared at his father, to his step-mother, then back at his brother, who was now cuddled in his dog fur. A look of revolution hit his sharp face.
"….Can we take him back?"
The End
Haha, love that line.
But, we all now is it not the end. But all these stories had 'the end' in them. Will update soon
TTFN!
-Ixi
