AN: I got a little inspired after the last chapter to keep going. Hopefully now that I have more planned out for the next few chapters updates will be quicker! Hope you enjoy! 3

The Society

The Inukimi of the Western Lands had not expected such a call. A letter from The Society stating another auction was in place. Hanyous. That was their speciality. And she was in need of servants. Her magic was slowly dying off on the undead ones she had. It was because she was alone. No contact with her son in three years since he brought the human pup, and thus her will to keep the dead alive wore off and she was left with the cruel wanting of living flesh and hot breath.

She just wanted some company.

She was a lonely creature since her husbands passing, and her son resented her more and more with each year, probably still because of her letting his father leave. He was a general after all, and it was common for noble men to have multiple wives in the demon culture, though it was rare with dogs. Two. The Inu No Taisho had two wives and conceived two well trained and famous sons. One being hers, one the woman she visited once in hopes to keep her alive a little longer.

It was for the child's sake. A child needs its mother more than anything, and she was due to die after one more year of the child's life. She saved her and told her she wouldn't last much longer, to hold her son dearly and teach him well.

The Inukimi was then presented with a resentful, human hating, murderous son. The Killing Perfection. It was too fitting of a name now. It was frightening, the blood lust she had seen in her only son (possibly eldest now as she considered Inuyasha half her own as he had no mother to turn to anymore, though she'd never admit this) the day he stormed back into the castle, claws dripping with the blood of her servants.

Sesshomaru had killed them all. He screamed at her, saying it was her fault that she drove his father to leave; to mate with another and give him a sibling. Jealousy and rage were the only emotions left in her prescious son.

But what was so strange was the look of fear in his eyes. He had come a week after the lady's death. He feared that he'd have to care for the child. That maybe she would. Did he hate her that much? Did he think she was a horrid mother? She did everything for him...so when he left and never returned until he saught knowledge of the Meido Zangetsua, she assumed that she was.

And now he was here before her again. The second day now that they've met. Two days in a row, it was almost an honor since her son was a Lord, but in a way such a damn bother.

"They aren't traveling this way...are they?" The fear was present in her son's voice.

"Not that I am aware of...I think they are sticking to their southern lands. " She replied as nicely as she could. She could easily bind him with magic and drag him back home. Groom him and train him again as his manners had gotten sloppy over the years. "You seem worried, my son. Are you trying to protect the pup? She isn't of value to the demons. They only seek hanyous."

"She's fine." Sesshomaru said, gritting his teeth.

Ahh...So it was his brother then. Had he begun to care for him? Maybe love him? Lust for him? It was in his blood to mate with his own kind and Inuyasha was of noble blood even though he was the image scrolls would use for defining trolls.

"Then...is it..." The Inukimi trailed off, looking away, tilting her head up ever so slightly with that endearing, little, painted smirk.

"They aren't coming here." He didn't answer. All business with his parents and enemies he was. A little spoiled brat...

"No. They are on a year long trek through their lands and the east it said in their letter. I am desperate for some living company since the ones I had to ressurect from the Meido from when you killed them are all decomposing now." She snarled, shooting her golden gaze back to him.

Nothing. Sesshomaru remained silent until he turned on his heel, the moonlight shining off him eerily. He strode a metre away before tossing a feral look over his shoulder. Red eyes pierced her own, and she confirmed it then that he was looking out for his brother not because he was bored and wanted to make up for such hate...but that he was protecting him because he wanted only him.

That he was his choice in a...a mate.

Surely Inuyasha would not agree to such a term, but the intentions were clear. Her son had fallen for his own blood.

"Keep them away and I won't shed more of your blood."

With that her son was gone...

Inuyasha stood in the river, the sun barely making it through the trees as he cupped the sparkling water into his hand and pulled it up his arms and then pushed it down. He hadn't bathed in a while, and he was starting to reek of desperation and sadness. It was disgusting.

He sighed and slowly lowered himself down into the water before rushing to submerge himself. The river was deep and he swam forward before diving deeper. He kicked hard, spreading the water apart with cupped hands to propel him downwards. He felt light under the water, at least when he wasn't fighting a water demon, and he opened his eyes to find himself in dark blue limbo.

He treaded the water, keeping in one place before letting himself become weightless once more and sinking deeper. The hanyou let out a few bubbles and water a fish swim buy. Claws extending, a silent battle cry in his head, Inuyasha pierced the fish and then another one, going after the largest he found until he was left with 5 delicious pieces of meat. That would be enough to feed him.

Swimming to the surface, he went to the edge and tucked the dying fish under his robes before diving under again. By the end of his bath and fishing session he was left with 12 pieces of fish to cook; 5 for him, 5 for Sesshomaru and 2 for Kaeda and Rin.

Sighing, he splayed himself out on the bank of the river and closed his eyes. He let the small beams of sun dry his skin, unaware of the golden eyes watching from between the far trees. Inuyasha put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and instantly dozing off in the nude, letting his mind open up to the dreams that wandered in his head.

It was instant, the nightmare beginning before he could dream anything else. A whimper, a yelp, the hanyou had fallen into the deepest sleep, leaving his weak mind open to the predators that roamed the consciousness.

"Dress him elegantly...Dress him...for the bedroom..." Inuyasha heard in his dark cell. Cold stone now, hands bound and bruised and bloodied back against a cold wall.

Light shone through suddenly, making him snarl and yank on the binds that held his arms up. He heard a chuckle and a small giggle, making out two shapes in the doorway to his prison.

"The little hanyou seems grumpy..." A deep voice purred, walking in and cracking his knuckles.

"Pity he isn't a child. I would have far much more fun with him then. He's completely unnattractive for an 18 year old..." A higher, seductive voice cooed as the figure glided towards him, bending over and untying him.

The two of them grabbed him, kicking him twice in the stomach to wind him enough to drag him out of the room and into another, more brightly lit one. They shoved him behind a screen, one of them, obviously a woman, grabbing him again, making the hanyou bare his teeth and snap at her, earning him a good slap across the face. He was dressed forcefully, a blood red kimono with intricate designs on the edges in black and gold.

Strangely, there was no obi, and he was roughly turned around and a metal, possibly copper, corset was clamped around him, strung, and then tied to make him incapable of breathing. Inuyasha was shoved out of the screen and onto a flat pillow on the floor, the woman knelt in front of him and grabbed his face, doing him up in some tayuu makeup he'd seen before on some whores and lady's in his travels.

His hair was yanked and brushed, put up into half a bun, leaving enough to frame his face before he was pulled up again and dragged, kicking and roaring to a large screen door that would be impossible for him to find if he went on his own. He was forced onto his knees in front of it and suddenly he was alone, left in the dimmly lit hallway, dark wood panels and floors glew the colour of blood as his golden eyes adjusted to the strange lighting.

"Don't look..."

He whirled around, finding no one there.

"Keep away!"

"Run!"

Whispering, children whispering. A giggle and quick footsteps flew down the hallway and Inuyasha caught sight of two flicks of white hair rush around a corner. He stood up and bounded down the hall, turning the corner to find no one. The hanyou cautiously padded forward, sneaking like in the days his mother was alive and they hadn't been banished to the hut on the edge of the village but lived in the castle.

He breathed heavy, panting as he rubbed his plated stomach before he caught the sight of the hair again. More giggling, shushed voices, and suddenly, "Follow me..."

Inuyasha's gaze shot forward and he was staring at...himself? His younger self he assumed. Beside his past self was a slightly taller, more feminine child. It's hair was cut in a small bob, bangs framing a blue crescent on it's forehead. A white little outfit with a couple little furry balls or something on the front. He honestly didn't know. The clothing on that kid was so outdated it was almost as if it was from Ses-

"Sesshomaru?"

The children put their fingers to their lips and beckoned him forward. The hanyou complied, quickly and silently making it down the hall making the children run again. He broke into a sprint and found himself at another screen door, strange moans and giggles echoing out of it as he approached. The noises got louder, a few different female voices, one male, and when he was finally at the door, they silenced.

He reached out with his dirty claws, touching the door and skidding back as he heard something bang and thump, the noises starting again. Slapping, panting, moaning, groaning, the noises only pointed to one thing. And then suddenly...

"No! Get off! Mommy!" A small childs voice broke through the passion and suddenly things sounded much more forceful than before. Inuyasha cracked open the door and then threw it open, recoiling and hitting the wall behind him. He slid down and muffled a scream, the sight before him too much to bear. The castle shook slightly as he watched his brother's hair get yanked up and cut off before he was grabbed and ravaged by the man and woman who groomed him earlier. He scratched and clawed at him, but in the end his screams didn't do a thing but shatter the hanyou's heart.

"Don't damage him too much...The family must not know..." A familiar voice instructed from inside the room, but before Inuyasha could even think to get up and see who it was, he screamed.

The hanyou jolted up, thrashing out and around him, hitting armour and finding himself pressed against Sesshomaru. Inuyasha roared and shoved him back, assuming a crouching position and covering himself quickly to hide his genitals as he growled at the demon.

"Stay away!" He shouted.

"Inuyasha..." The demon stepped cautiously stepped forward.

"No! No! Stop! Don't touch me!" He continued to yell, putting his hands up and hanging his head.

Clawed hands reached out and grasped the outstretched ones. The demon knelt and gently rubbed the caloused palms. "Inuyasha...your nightmares...seem real...do they not?"

The hanyou nodded a little and then shook his head, trying to dispell the images in his head. The oron and tayuu make up and clothing, the corset, the rape of his brother...he didn't want any of that to be true.

"Brother..."

"No..."

"Inuyasha..."

"It can't be true. I don't want it to be real. That was fucking disgusting! I don't understand what the fuck is wrong with my fucking head!"

The demon shifted closer, letting go of one of the hands and reached back, grabbing the hanyou's hakama and placing it in front of him. "You need to dress..."

"I can't let this happen! I can't let that be real!"

"You're talking nonsense, Inuyasha. Dress up...I smell fish...You've been hunting I assume..." The demon was about ready to heft the naked hanyou over his shoulder and lock him up in the hut until he was done acting so crazy.

"It's not nonsense!" Inuyasha roared, lifting his head up and panting.

Sesshomaru looked into his brother's eyes. "I assume you don't wish to speak of it or remember it in anyway...so I suggest you dress...and we go back to the village and get you fed before you get some...fever..."

Inuyasha grabbed his hand away and stood up, snatching his pants and turning away to redress. He mumbled about his dream to himself, storming around his brother to his haori, putting it on and tying himself up nicely before he let one key detail slip.

"God damn fucking perverted demons...raping a child...binding up hanyous...the fuck kind of dream is that..."

Sesshomaru was alert at the mumbled words and he looked away. His brother was dreaming of The Society? The one place he hated more than anywhere, including his mother's castle. Why would he be dreaming of that? Was he suddenly sensitive to the future? Was it just a fluke and coincidence that he was dreaming of the hell his father had brought him as a child?

The one place that could get the demon's blood boiling was this one, and he would murder all the demon's in that place if it would make his fears disappear.

"Inuyasha?..." He whispered.

The hanyou snapped out of his mumbling and glanced over at the demon who looked like he was half way between murdering a group of children and breaking into tears. "What?"

Sesshomaru was at him in seconds, arms wrapped tightly around him, face pressing between two twitching ears. "Go to the village, cook the fish, keep busy within the confines of that place and do not move until I am back!" He snarled and pulled away.

Inuyasha looked up at him, narrowed eyes and then grabbed his arm. "No. No, whatever this is I want in on it too! Are you fighting someone! Is this something to do with my dream? Don't leave me in the damn dark, Sesshomaru!"

The demon opened his mouth to speak and then sighed instead. He stepped forward and pressed his lips to the hanyou's forehead. "Do not worry...I'll be back tonight before you sleep. Tomorrow we travel."

"W-what..?" The hanyou stuttered and then he was left alone at the river, fish on the ground, the scent of his brother everywhere, and the pounding of his heart in his ears. Staring off into the trees, he shook his head slightly and touching his forehead before grabbing up the fish into his arms and running back to the village.