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Chapter 11: Simmer

Sesshomaru stood in his barren quiet loft looking out the small plane of a clear glass window at the moon shining down over all of Paris. Night had fallen over the city supposedly dedicated to the lovers, romancers, and dreamers casting its web on all those wanting to believe and relish in her offerings. His feet bare; felt cushioned on the cold white carpet underneath him. His khaki sweat pants sat lowly on his hips and he left his smooth chest bare without an adornment of cloth to cover him. His long silver hair was free of restraints and hung heavily behind him. His elfin like ears picked up the sound of the air-conditioning blowing cold air into his small apartment. His weight leaned heavily against the wall while his right hand nursed a small glass of warm cognac and his left hand held his phone where he found himself looking down at the picture Shiori blasted on social media.

The picture of his family all in one room seemingly enjoying themselves together for once without angry jabs or an argument erupting. They all sat around the table with happy expressions except for his stoic expression and the human's shocked one pointed directly at the camera. Sesshomaru swirled his liquor in his glass thinking of the woman and the image she posed standing in the doorway of her home with her arms crossed glaring up at him. Her feet were spread in a challenging stance with the smell of cream and saffron steaming the air pulling him inside. He did take note that she was free of her usual garb which consisted of her uniform and apron. She chose to boldly stand in front of him as if she thought herself equal in a pair of shorts and a tank top with her hair secured on her head.

"Foolish woman." He muttered as he drunk again from his soothing glass. The liquid poured down his throat rather smoothly to cushion the memory of her bare feet beating loudly on the wooden floor as he tried to get away from her and her child. He looked at the little flower that managed to survive the journey from the little apartment that looked barely capable of housing one yet alone two. The little purple petals still held on sitting in the smallest glass of cold water he could find.

Sesshomaru never ran from anyone or anything. But, he had found himself doing so that night as his body was being torn in halves. He had quickly escaped the complex taking the stairs down towards the entrance from which he had come in. His ears picked up on Kagome's loud calls of his name that reverberated off the ancient halls of one of France's beautiful historic buildings which once housed a revolutionary that had now been deduced to that of an apartment complex. Kagome's loud desperate calls for him mixed with the little one's cries that still rang in his ears long after midnight.

It shook him.

In the pit of his quivering belly rested the desire to sooth the little girl during her plight which battled with logic that this child was nothing more than an acquaintance taken on by his parents to mollify their growing desires for grandchildren. She deserved none of his attentions yet…he desired to give them to her. Her scent from the moment he squatted down to get eye level with her captivated him like a witch's spell. Lilacs and berries told his beast of a time they met filled with sunshine and laughter but he knew not this place or this happening.

Rin's cries for her father long departed it seemed, made him curious at first as she reached out to him wanting to be held. Embarrassment arose in him at hearing such a title meant for another yet tossed upon him like salt by a careless cook. Of course Rin was not of his loins or lineage so her demands for her father while looking up at him on the brim of tears was extremely bizarre in demon nature. Demon children very well knew the scents of their parents and would never mistake them for another no matter how long the separation of the two had proceeded. Demon children, even half breeds grew in the mother's womb surrounded by the scents of their parents. When they are born, they immediately seek the scent that they have grown familiar with and latch onto it which is why it was extremely hard for demon children to become adopted by others. Also, he and the little one did not have that sort of relationship which wouldn't influence her to call out to him with such a title meant for another. He barely held Rin or seen her for the girl to be so familiar with his person. Yet, he could not disregard her claim completely.

Young demon children did not hide lies in guttural cries like the one she belted as he exited their tiny abode. The sound was that of a pup being tortured which shook his beastly nature into an awakening to soothe the pup. It called out to his nature and he had to fight the urge to take her to safety. Her cries were mangled and broken as her small repertoire of natural demonic noises mixed with French to call to him. But, she was in no danger or life threatening situation. Despite his negative thoughts on the woman that now nurtured her, Kagome had proven to be a mother that could rival that of a demoness. Rin was well taken care of and surrounded even more so by his family who would no doubt keep tabs on the little one for the rest of their unearthly lives. Yet, she still cried and reached out to him and desired him to hold her.

His eyes looked out at the Eiffel Tower pass his window glowing brightly before him serving as a bright light inside his home. Sesshomaru brought his glass to his lips and drank a bit again before setting the glass down on a nearby table. The little corner he left sloshed around in the glass unsettled much like his disposition. He looked at the glowing white screen on his phone of the picture his sister had taken and spread over social media of them all. His finger tapped the screen and it zoomed in on Rin's exuberant expression as she smiled brightly being held in Izayoi's warm embrace. The tiny demoness's face was not recognizable to him at all. Half and full demons aged slowly than humans so he was sure Rin would have looked about the same within the last few years despite her mixed heritage. No amount of staring at her face would do justice on the small screen as there was nothing in his memory to recall.

He knew many who had settled down and had pups but he only knew a handful that had actually procreated with humans. Time made great strides in smoothing relations between the two fractions but demons lived very long and forgot very little of the past. The two groups had more interspecies relationships but not many had pups. He didn't know any that he could think of that had Rin's foreign canine mystery mix. Despite all of this, he could easily recognize the son or a daughter of an associate through a scent trace. All pups had traces of their parent's scents. But, her scent which clung onto his memory spoke saying to him that she did have a place in his life at one point in time. Maybe, not directly but enough that she recognized him. Her teary eyes spoke of a memory that she seemed to have of him and it was so powerful that it brought back apparently thoughts and feelings of her parents whoever they were.

Maybe he knew them and they were close?

Maybe he knew her father?

But where?

And why were they not with Rin now?

He knew Rin from the time she bumped into him while he was out walking to his next destination with the mundane bothersome Kaguya by his side. They were in a hurry to attend an event and he thought it would be quicker to walk and cut through the garden park nearby. The gentle breeze and fresh flowers in the area were soothing despite being a bit overpowering to his senses. Perfect to clear his head and stop the headache that was beginning to form from the dinner he had left with the demoness. He could not stand to be sitting in enclosed spaces with the wretched demoness for too long. He needed the fresh air to avoid slicing through Kaguya as her wretched voice had started to grate on his ears and her words performing the same act on his nerves.

Sesshomaru looked out at the white sterile space of his apartment clutching his black touch screen smartphone tightly in his grasp. He had turned off his notifications because Kaguya was incessantly messaging him at all hours of the day and night. The walls of his loft were white along with his dark wood furnishings accompanied with just a few select items of clothes, plates, and glasses. Basic necessities to survive were kept in the cabinetry but nothing else. Nice dark oak tables and chairs sat in the kitchen and in his bedroom. White linens and sheets covered his cold king size bed. He did not have a television or pictures of family to warm the space and fill it with remembrance. In fact this place served as the opposite for him. It was a place where he could forget.

Whenever he was in France for a long period of time, he would come to this loft suite to rest and focus on whatever he wanted. This small secret loft was his and thanks to his connections, he had it sponged off city records to avoid being found by anyone including his family. The lengths he had to go to now in the new technologic era to avoid others, was exhausting and expensive. This loft was perfect as it sat above his restaurant and he could easily get in the through a false door without his staff or anyone from the building seeing him. It also helped that he owned the building itself which came into his clawed hands during France's unfortunate bloody revolution. No one (including the new tenant he hired) knew that this loft existed. Recently, he found himself coming here more instead of being with his family in his mother's family home much like how he used to do before his engagement. But things had changed.

Sesshomaru looked down at his ring-less finger and glared in the darkness. Golden eyes shined through the darkness of his room in contemplation of the missing symbolism. Wearing such an item was strictly a western ideal that he wouldn't be adopting in this life or ever. What was the point in wearing a ring that could be so easily broken or destroyed? Or what he hears most, frequently lost or stolen. A mating mark was the most efficient method and he would stick his traditional sentiments despite his fiancé's barking of her desire to have a massive gaudy one to flash to the world.

Sesshomaru looked down at his naked clawed hands scoffing at the idea of a ring touching his pale skin. Especially one that would connect him with the insufferable demoness. Maybe it was worth the investment so he wouldn't have to lay his claim on her body. His mind rolled over the many possibilities she offered to him. Despite his firm distaste for her, Kaguya served a purpose.

His parents had mated for toe sole purpose producing an heir for the Inu Clan as well as for their Kingdoms. His mother did not want to give up her reign of power and become second to any man so she remained unmated without the mark and rules that accompanied it. She was an honorable woman and favored by his father despite their separation and his mating to the French Princess Izayoi. The affection his father had for his mother never swayed and to this day he still held a great relationship with her. A relationship that he wanted but found it difficult to obtain.

Sesshomaru conquered all that there was in this living world and even in the next when it came to obtaining his father's fang alongside his brother back in the days where killing and thriving was a part of daily life. Sesshomaru enjoyed those simple times where society both demon and human didn't dictate who and what he had to be in order to fall under the brand of being civilized. Since those times, he had many lives and many occupations. His claws were drenched in eras of blood from battles and wars both small and grand. His family having served their part in the World Wars doing their best to save the lives of the people that mattered to them most. It was how after all his step mother and siblings came to be when the world was caught in a hellish battle for supreme power. He still held his place on the demon council and had traveled the world soaking in all it had to bear. His father had retired and handed his empire to him and his brother. Shiori was offered her cut but she declined allowing her youth to cloud her judgement.

He was far into his adolescent youth when his brother and sister were born. He had took his new role with great responsibility to watch over and protect them while helping his father defend what was left of Japan and free the people suffering from the tragedies of Hitler and his union. They had sense grown and ventured out on their own. He had found his siblings needed less protection and more strength in keeping them out of trouble over the last couple centuries especially as they reached adulthood. Inuyasha wasn't as bad these days but Shiori was running strong.

But he had found he had reached a point much like how his father had. The seed of procreation set inside him and the desire to have a pup of his own soon came with his turning of age. He fought it long enough before he found nothing else to be conquered. He long destroyed his foes on the battlefield by his hands. Blood once dripped down his claws and his swords sang with every swipe it took of his enemies. Still he, his father, and his brother were called to private military meetings to discuss activities that would most likely need their hands.

Soon the battlefield changed to that of a boardroom where he demolished the most wealthiest and powerful of empires by simply maneuvering his resources like a game of chess and sealed the deal with ink. Whatever he wanted he got rather his opponent fought or stood down. Everyone wanted to merge but merging was never a reprieve he offered on the table. Paperwork was a nuisance but in the end it proved to be the most deadly of weapons. The financial and banking laws were his shields. His title of currently holding the western throne was his armor and flag. But this too got old quickly.

It wasn't until he sat secluded in an old French café that his career choice had changed. Sesshomaru casually sipped a coffee after discarding one of his clingy lovers much like how one would rid themselves of a used napkin. It was in this place that he had met a rather strange yet insightful tall human woman named Julia and her husband Paul who talked joyously about French cooking and of other things that a virgin woman would blush at. She sat proper and having stood out with a grand smile on her face writing away on a parchment of paper while enjoying a buttery croissant. Random mumblings fell from her lips as she wrote and spoke of ingredients and measurements. Her husband sat smoking his pipe happily at her side in the quiet at times just listening to her whimsical voice.

He'd recognize Paul as a man he had run into several times before on many government and royal related engagements. He was waved over by a relaxed Paul and made easy by his wife who happily indulged in conversation, digging and asking about his likes and indulgences. Soon he changed the subject to invest in her desires when he found that he had released the flood gates of joy from this woman. Paul warned him with a indulgent smile of his wife's love for cooking which benefitted his guilt pleasure of having a love for eating.

Julia's words and description of food was remnant of poets and writers describing their first loves or a moment of climax in the must epic of plays. Somehow she ended up writing him a list of recommended dishes that she found suited his personality. He was invited to their home where she cooked a most magnificent feast that would appeal to his demonic nature. She waved her cutting knife like a sword and stabbed it in her chopping block victoriously after cutting up her items. When she served him the fruits of her labor, he was in awe. Paul applauded and praised her of her great artistic work after seeing his reaction to her food. One would think he did not enjoy it as he wasn't one to react to much of anything. His face remained stoic and body maintained good posture. But, he continuously ate his meal dipping meats in the sauces she had made from scratch and listening to her instructions to try certain foods with creams and butters. She left rather an impression on him with her fantasy edible visions and romantic language that bounced between the delicious aromatic food and her grinning husband.

She had sent him out with food to take home and encouragement into trying his hand at a craft he thought a human woman perfected. A craft that he learned required a refined sensitive palate. Food became something he enjoyed and his senses was unmatched by any. He was a dog demon and could pick up even the smallest hint of ingredients within any dish. It stimulated his curiosity when he tried for the first time on his own to cook in this very kitchen. Naturally as if he was born to do so, he created concoctions of the imagination. He could pick up on flavors many could not and self-taught himself through worldwide cuisines. He had the time after-all. He could pick up every hint of ingredient and could tell if something mingled well or fought despairingly in a dish. Vegetables, fruits, herbs, seeds…all had their own individual texture, scent, and flavor that went unnoticed by many including by celebrated chefs. Many thought to believe that the beloved bamboo shoots from his homeland held no taste but he proved that different when he paired it with ginger julienne and a dried red pepper to be used in an old Japanese dish. In cooking, one could never recreate the natural organic essence of Earth's basic ingredients as they were already perfectly created by whatever deity one believed in. However, real chefs could manipulate them together to try to bear the same results and get as close to godly creation as possible.

It sustained him for many years until the last decade or two. Time had slowly crawled going unnoticed until he found himself sorting out his potential dates for an event by the flair of their hips to carry. This alarmed him and typical to his nature he tried to forget about it. He did not need a mate and didn't want the message of his desiring one getting out as it would sure be a hell storm. However, he did envy fatherhood and this led him to his current options that he had taken and turned into choices. If he was going to have a pup he desired only the best demoness for the position. He had went through the potentials finding none to compete with his status except for one. Unfortunately birth right wise Kaguya was that demoness. She came from a long ancient line of wealth and power from the Chinese dynasty with a few relatives from that of the Wales Kingdom in Europe. A pure demoness bred to be a royal in every sense of the word. But she was spoiled and manipulative. Qualities he did not want to become embedded in his pup. His claws flinched just thinking about running them through the woman. He had already begun the process of voiding out their current engagement and in days she would be out of his life for good.

Sesshomaru looked down at his phone again at Rin's bright smile. Her scent still hung in his nostrils telling his beast to remember her this time and to not forget again. He racked his brain trying his best to think of where he smelt her scent before but he found no answer. His eyes went up to see the shocked expression of Kagome in the photo and he smirked. His finger tapped to zoom on her face in the photo and he thought about the headstrong woman. He hated her guts and her duck for sure. He was serious when he made no rounds to magazines or news articles to speak about her restaurant. Sesshomaru made one comment stating her duck lacked moisture in offhanded comment and then next he knew he was getting glares from his family. It didn't take much to figure out what had happened especially when the culprit lacked the care to get rid of the evidence. In his opinion Kaguya got what she deserved by being put in her place a few months ago when she tried to use her new found status to get what she wanted. The human had a spine. Something he did commend in her.

He found himself smirking and he reached to pick up his forgotten glass. His eyes looked at the little one and her mother who despite their nature resembled each other. He put the rim to his lips before he stilled. Sesshomaru looked down again before his lips moved in the darkness.

"Rin is not of your womb." He spoke.

He quickly pulled up the internet and began typing in Kagome's name. His eyes grew wide at the information that poured in off the web. Rin's name was in an article and he read until he found himself slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed. He tossed back his drink before setting it down to look coolly of an image he found of a soaked Kagome holding a wailing Rin. Their hair stuck to their skin and their clothes were soggy and dirtied from the destructive water that took everything. For the first time, he saw an image of a tired woman on the verge of tears but holding a face of resilience as she hugged the little one to her while surrounded by cameras and being escorted by a demonic rescue squad. More images of the same woman in court battling against demons with a fire so bright in her eyes he could feel her wrath as she gazed at the ones that wanted to take Rin from her. Another picture of Kagome standing in between a male figure and a pregnant female smiling joyously in front of her new restaurant she had built in Japan. His eyes stilled on the picture looking at the faces he recognized so clearly. It stung him as to why he recognized Rin and he felt suddenly a pang of loss and guilt. Maybe it was best to forget her afterall instead of digging up the past. His eyes glared at the name before he powered down his phone.

"Hoshiyomi."

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