AUTHOR'S NOTE: Requested fic written a long time ago for nelsonbannaba for the LiveJournal community, Inuyasha Flashfic. Requirements:
Characters/Pairings: Shiori+Mom or Grandfather, Tenseiga, Jaken/Jii-chan, Buyo+Inuyasha
Genre: No AU, songfic, incest, scat, watersports, cannibalism, sex-toys, 'gerbiling', pop-rocks or Lacrosse. (I suppose I'll accept cannibalism if done tastefully) If you must make Buyo+Inuyasha a romantic pairing, you must.
Max rating: Open
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They were His.
It didn't matter that they walked on two legs instead of four, had fur only on their heads instead of all over, preferred splashing in water every night instead of keeping dry, or didn't seem to understand the same language that he spoke – they were still His. The mother was His Feeder but her kittens were His Boy and His Girl and the old one was His Companion who talked and petted and talked and kept him company in a way he liked, even if he didn't know what meaning lay behind what was said. Together, they were His Family and had been claimed as His since his first step into this home always scented with burning sweet-sticks and other ancient smelling things. And together they lived, he and His Family, as he grew from kitten to cat and watched His Boy and His Girl grow the same.
It made him hiss and grumble sometimes as he watched them over passing time, knowing that they didn't appreciate or even sometimes know how much effort it took to guide them and rescue them from the troubles that little kittens naturally couldn't help getting into as they continued to grow. Especially His Girl who was always scolding him when he was only trying to help but he forgave her because she was young and didn't know any better. Though he still wished she wouldn't shake her paw at him quite so much with her awful "Bad boy, Buyo!" shouted in angry yowl whenever she thought he'd done something wrong when he was only doing something right.
He was watching out for her.
He was Watcher, Boss, Protector of Home. He did what needed to be done to see His Family safe.
Part of that involved slinking with cat stealth around the grounds every night – or at least the nights where it wasn't raining wet or snowing cold – to periodically check that His Home wasn't being invaded and renew His Mark on His Territory to warn away potential territory stealers. It was on one such scouting around the territory boundaries that he scented something in the air that made him hiss with flattened ears and sent fur prickling along his spine.
It was the scent of a strange Dog.
But not all Dog.
More curious than wary at the strange mixed scent part enemy and part so similar to that of His Family, he sniffed the air and let his nose lead him to the source. He found it crouched outside on all fours, peeking through the window of His Girl sleeping peacefully through the night.
Strange. A Dog that climbed like Cat and smelled part like Family.
Then the strange Dog noticed him watching and leapt back quietly to the ground. And it was odd because Dog treated him as Friend or Family and, before he could decide what to do, Dog scratched him behind the ear in the way he liked that only Family knew how to do and he couldn't help but purr his pleasure.
He decided that Dog wasn't all bad.
Even if he was always watching His Girl.
Dog came back, again and again, always when dark and always watching His Girl through the window when she slept. He found it odd and didn't know why Dog never approached His Girl when he was always watching her, but as long as Dog didn't try to hurt her or His Family and kept scratching him in that way he liked, he could let Dog do whatever he wanted.
Days and nights passed many, many times and he became used to life where he watched over His Family during the light and Dog came and watched during the dark. And during the dark, they sometimes watched over His Family together as Dog scratched in that way he liked and he decided Dog was like Family too, so he made him Family Dog.
Because His Dog was just too weird for Cat.
Then His Girl fell down a hole. And she didn't come back for a long, long time.
It was Family Dog that held and scratched him during the nights he waited and yowled at that hole that took His Girl away. Though he couldn't understand the words of Family Dog any more than he could the words of His Family, he knew the meaning of comfort and he took it even though he didn't know how Family Dog could be so sure. But days and nights passed and he and Family Dog continued to wait.
Then His Girl came back.
And then Family Dog came too only…Family Dog was different.
Family Dog didn't seem to know who he was, didn't know how he liked to be scratched, and would come during the days and speak to His Family when he never had before. It took a while and more passing time and His Girl disappearing back down the hole and coming back out again and again and again. He was confused and thought he was getting too old for strange puzzles and troublesome kittens, but he eventually came to a rather startling conclusion that…
Family Dog was two.
New Family Dog was what he named the one that spoke with His Family and came with His Girl through the hole and always seemed to carry the scent of anger. Old Family Dog never went down the hole or in the house and continued to come only at night to guard and watch and spoke only with him and always seemed to bear the faint scent of sadness. And it was Old Family Dog that he decided he liked best for, even though New Family Dog started to learn the way he liked to be scratched when no one else of His Family was watching, it was New Family Dog that always took His Girl away down the hole and brought her back sometimes smelling of blood and death and nothing safe, and it was New Family Dog that always seemed to make His Girl sad and leak the salty waters from her eyes.
Sometimes, he wished Old Family Dog would show himself to His Girl. He didn't think Old Family Dog would make His Girl so sad if he did.
But days and nights continued to pass and Old Family Dog never did.
Then one day New Family Dog was gone and His Girl smelling of salty waters was back and jumped down the hole but didn't, couldn't it seemed, go away again. His Girl was so sad and yowled and he and His Family didn't know what to do as she sat by the hole and refused to move.
It was on that day that Old Family Dog finally showed himself to His Girl and His Family.
He didn't completely understand all that happened after that.
All he knew was that His Girl still yowled, but she wasn't sad. And the others of His Family yowled too, but they weren't sad. So if His Family wasn't sad, then things were finally right and he was getting old so it was best that all things were.
Days and nights continued to pass and one day Old Family Dog became just Family Dog again and moved in to His Territory and in with His Family and he allowed it because he was getting old and it was good to have help to watch the new kittens – he refused to call them pups – that came. And Family Dog always watched and prowled with him anyway and continued to scratch his ears and soon His Girl became Their Girl and His Family became Their Family. His Home became Their Home and so on was changed so that what was His became Theirs' and they continued to watch together and sometimes he thought it was right and good to share.
Just as long as Family Dog remembered who was Boss.