Dog Teeth
IV
A Three-Headed Dog is a Better Biter:
Too Bad You're Only Three Legged
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Disclaimer
I do not own any of the publicly recognized figures in this Fanfiction. Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise TV.
Content Warning
This fanfiction is filled with the fuckery of my mind. This fanfiction is explicit and M rated.
Sesshoumaru had never slipped downstream before.
He had been so powerful. No water, nor wind, nor land, nor fire could ever hope to stamp him out. Lord of the West. Elegant, deadly- unmatched.
But here he was, his side slapping mercilessly against the outcrop of rock just under the water and, upon impact, he took water into his mouth and nose as a split of pain crackled through him. So strange- so alien.
His right paw dragged through the silt, his back legs kicked endlessly at the pulling tide. He was so…
Powerless.
He'd never felt so strange before. Like his instincts had crawled into his very bloodstream and were twisting him like a puppet. He was scared he was going to die. Drown here before he had ever gotten the chance to bite the throat out of miko.
She was just a human. A key role in his crippled body, his phantom limb itching since the day it had been removed: itching for his hand to wrap around her throat and choke.
But, even here as he spun into another rock, Sesshoumaru had to relent. He knew of the miko's duty- her means to an end. Purify the Jewel. Kill the spider. She needed to complete that, he would not stand for her neglecting his ruined lands and the snarl of demons by the wave thinking that a bit of crystal was doing to land them on his level.
And as his duty, he saw it fit to remind her that he was just as powerful as the day she had met him. Defiling her for the sole purpose to inflict his dominance over her, to take something she could never have back.
He could smell her tears, taste their sourness on his tongue.
His swelling tongue.
And then he felt air slip past his nose and lips. Something hooking into his fur pulled so hard that if he was capable he would have bit and snapped.
Sesshoumaru couldn't hear anything for a solid minute, his chest heaving- sucking in precious air as he realized he had been drug ashore-his side pressed into the muck.
He needed to get up- he needed to get up- he needed to get-
Still thrashing on his side, Sesshoumaru vomited. A projectile blast that tasted of river water and blood. It made the back of his eyes hurt. His nose congested as streams of water-packed itself between his mucosal folds, tricking out at a slow pace, as he suffered.
Something nudged him, shifting under his sternum and rocking his body slightly. A voice muttered something muffled.
Sesshoumaru's slick, golden eye flicked open, trying to see past the blur of color in front of him- jaws agape as he sucked in breaths… his tongue laying on the dirt, swollen and unusable.
"Ja' think it's one of Nen's dogs?" Sesshoumaru focused for one of the briefest moments as a human crouched down to assess him. A bald head, thin lips, and a mealy-looking crop of facial hair. He smelt of vinegar and with every exhale the human's breath stung his nose.
"Leave this Sesshoumaru." It was an order meant of a tongue capable of true speech, but here, all he heard was his own gruff growls. A barrage of dog-speak as another figure stepped into view…
And grabbed his stumped leg.
"Eh, nah. Nen doesn't keep gimps."
That was it, it struck him awake- the absolution of this filthy creature to touch him in such a way. Mock him in such a way. A complete disgrace.
Sesshoumaru thrashed once- his muscle still taut and present under his thick, white fur- and stood, his lips pulled back in a horrible snarl. His fangs still long, his claws still sharp- he would maim them.
The one who had touched him- the hand that hand touched what no one was allowed to even acknowledge, was bitten off. Cracking through the bone, the thin meat of the wrist, and through blood vessels that sprayed him thickly with ribbons of red.
With the hand still clamped, twitching, in his slavering mouth Sesshoumaru stepped back just in time for the other human male to strike out with a fishing spear. The sharp edge careened through the air, barely missing his shoulder, before cramming itself into the ground at his paws.
The handless one was screaming, backing up as he held the stump. There was a cold, grim satisfaction to it.
Gimp. A cripple.
He would slay these people. He would resume his body and he would slay them like the filthy humans they were.
The harpoon arced through the air again, grazing his side as the balding male struck at him again. Clearly aiming for his head, but the slickness of the river edge caused the human to misstep.
Sesshoumaru snarled as he dropped the hand upon the dirty river's edge, his strange tongue lapping at his teeth in threat. In response, the human swung out in warning- trying to ward Sesshoumaru off with the threat of being struck.
What pitiful things.
Sesshoumaru lunged, the spear thwacking him over the chest as he accelerated forward, his powerful hind legs carrying his weight while his single front leg directed his mass. He was still a killer.
He cowered to none.
Sesshoumaru brought down the man, his weight shifting the man's feet on the slick mud enough for him to fall back. The human had brought the spear between them, the shaft of it pressing against his ribs and sternum to keep him back.
But Sesshoumaru was not just a dog. He was a complex being with a higher state-of-mind and a simple block would not halt this dismissal of life. Instead of the throat, Sesshoumaru bit at the man's arm, drool arching between his horrible curved fangs before they sunk to the bone.
Screams rose from the area, a woman's scream, from a place that Sesshoumaru could not see as the man's arm buckled. Instantaneously, his teeth were rehomed in the throat of the fisherman, shredding his jugular open with the trashing of his head.
A woven basket, made of thin reads and smelling of fish, collided with the side of his head. It was lightweight and bounced off harmlessly, but it simply fueled the fire coursing in the once-daiyoukai's chest. How dare they.
He was a being meant for war and someone threw a basket at him? Incomprehensible. Unforgivable.
The man beneath him gurgled and groaned, his hands gripping his neck as the blood spattered the ground around him. The handless one had turned a pale shade of white and had clutched at his chest with his good hand in earnest, his eyes watering and his mouth gaping. Behind them was a small girl.
Brown hair, soft eyes screwed in tears. Her feet barefoot.
It halted Sesshoumaru- stopped him dead, his heart shuttering.
She reminded him, unfortunately, of Rin.
His dominant stance faltered and his tail, once held high, drooped sullenly. It was striking, the weakness he felt. The way his lungs and limbs burned with exertion- the way his heart suddenly twitched and stuttered deep in his chest.
The way that little girl's eyes were shimmering with fear.
Rin.
Was he about to kill this girl as the wolves had killed his ward?
Sesshoumaru looked back at the men, this frayed tongue slipping out as he began to pant. Blood caking his teeth, foam tricked from the corners of his mouth.
Rabid beast.
This little girl would be afraid of dogs forever, he conceded as he turned back toward the bank of water- his gait limping and uneven. He had begun to feel the raw, uneven spot where the miko had struck him- a stream of watery blood making it past his eye.
He heard the girl behind him scramble to attend to her fallen companions- perhaps one of them was her father- her voice thick with tears and panic. He couldn't afford to think about this- a strange wroughtness flickering in his blood.
No.
Building speed, Sesshoumaru decidedly ignored his feelings on the maulings he just conducted. Simple feelings squashed beneath his need to, strangely, get back to Rin. A duty he would not neglect, even in his current shape.
And he would find that miko, per that old and shriveled underground god's word.
He did not believe she would 'forgive him'. Not in the slightest. He did not want her to.
Forgiveness was alien. He did not want such meak relations with a creature such as Kagome. Not when his arm refused to grow back. Not when his lands and his pack, Rin, was constantly put in harm's way due to a wound permitted by her actions.
He had been cursed twice. His own sins forgivable under the clause that he was above humans. No one blinked at the slaughter of livestock.
And Kagome was nothing more than a lamb for slaughter
Albeit, an important lamb.
Sesshoumaru's teeth clenched in fury, wanting more than to rend her to nothing. He could have eaten her in that cave. Her sweetness, her innocence, so thick like syrup.
What would the five-eyed worm do then? Cut him open?
Sesshoumaru pulled away from the water's edge and up onto the deer path when the earth began to slough, the soft earth sucking at his paws and flecking his damp white pelt with a heavy score of mud. Spring-bare branches pulled at his fur and something lanced his unusable shoulder.
He would have looked like a mongrel. A street animal.
A disgrace he was trying not to focus on as he bolted down the path toward his charge.
It was the same path he had strolled down, so languid not hours before, as he laid in wait for the miko. It was the same one that she had stumbled down during the rainfall, clueless and smelling sharply of melancholy.
He could smell her blood, tangy and still distinctly pure, as it trailed into the underbrush.
There was a sudden seize within him as he realized something. Something that ground him to a halt for a strange second; he could not smell himself mingling with her scent. Nothing.
Nothing.
This was for nothing.
He had wanted Inuyasha, his father's ill-born bastard, to know very clearly what he had done. He wanted that frothing rage, he wanted to see him shrivel with the knowledge that he, Sesshoumaru, was the one to mount his bitch first. Sullied himself just to prove he had the upper hand.
But there was nothing to tie him back.
His canine face was stoic, his eyes unmoving as he stood there, a brief chill of wind crawling through the trees.
Statuesque. Frozen as his damp fur began to wick away heat.
Taking a breath through his pale nose, Sesshoumaru began to move again. The pause had struck him- his plan had withered. He was nothing but a dog- a gimp without swords or title.
Stripped bare and reassembled.
All his prowess, his immeasurable power- his parent's blood.
He bared his teeth, snapping his jaw together with a resounding crack.
Kagome would break this curse. She would drive him back to his sharpened greatness, his blood restored. Then he would destroy her.
He would kill her. He would-
A breath sucked cooly within his lungs. He was panicking- and he could not allow himself to panic. He needed to apply his decisive mind- he still had his mind.
The rest of the way to his pack was uneventful, his stride strong and proud. He refused to fall from his grace. He refused to acknowledge the mortal ache in his lungs and muscle.
Once entering the small, dense area Ah-Un looked up from his place against the treeline, one of their great heads turned an eye at him before demurely standing at attention. Recognized by his stead, who simply regarded him as he always did. His lord. His master.
Jakken, ever the nuisance, was folded in on himself next to his two-faced staff. Oblivious and lazy.
Rin, who had been curled next to the great beast, also stood- and stared straight at him. Her eyes, he could tell, were still blurry from sleep.
And all of a sudden he felt very strange. As if he feared something, another alien symptom sucking at his bones.
And, perhaps he did. Recognition or not, both options for his ward frightened him. Would she look at him as a mongrel, or as her savior?
Would she be frightened of him?
Instead, a pretty smile graced her face and called to him sweetly.
"Lord Sesshoumaru!"
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This is more of a weak-link chapter. I wanted to use it to explore how Sesshoumaru would react to being strapped into a dog's body.
I also uploaded this to my Ao3 account: Desseruh. Why? Because FF has been known to get snippy with adult content.