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[J R1]Sesshomaru
woke slowly. The last thing he remembered was Naraku nearly killing him, and
leaving him for dead, at least he thought Naraku had left him. His only comfort
had been the knowledge that he’d bought time for Jaken to take Rin far away
from the battle, to take his human cub to his hated hanyou brother, Inuyasha.
He wasn’t hurting, that was his
first thought, not even the distant ache he’d become accustomed to in his lost
arm. And he felt a strange presence in part of his mind, along with a sense of
restriction. ‘Please kami, not Naraku. He can’t have learned how to bond
youkai, he’s too powerful, and with too many serving him already.’ He quickly
wove another strand into his glamour, hiding the submissive scent markers, as
well as the ones which said whether or not he was in heat, specifically
feminine scent markers – his glamour had probably been the only reason Naraku
hadn’t raped him as well as tortured him. Very few youkai could resist a female
youkai in heat; some even had trouble resisting human females in heat.
He forced himself to calm, forced
his incipient panic away to assess the situation. There were people moving
around him, but that only meant whoever owned him had companions, and they’d
set up camp. But he could feel a small hand petting his tail, a familiar hand,
Rin, and when he cautiously sniffed the air he could smell his brother, and the
Miko. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up on one elbow, noting absently
that they’d had the kindness to put him on his side to rest, albeit in a
strange position, not on his back, exposing his throat and underbelly.
“This Sesshomaru is…grateful for
your assistance, but how did you know to come to my aid?” He forced himself to
act as if the restriction he sensed was not in place, to act like his normal,
arrogant self – or rather to act as his father would have. He didn’t really
know what he would be like if he didn’t have to put up a front. If he was lucky
his brother wouldn’t know what feeding a hanyou’s blood to a full youkai could
do, or the Miko wouldn’t realise that healing him like that had put him in her
power if it was her doing.
“Rin told us you were in trouble.
Jaken said you’d sent them away to protect her, so we left them with Shippo and
Miroku while we came to look for you.” Kagome was the one who explained – his
hanyou brother was perched in a tree looking sulky, almost as if he hadn’t
wanted to help Sesshomaru. If Inuyasha had been forced to help his brother
against his will, or it was Kagome’s magic that had healed him it was looking
more and more likely that Sesshomaru belonged to the Miko. He quickly
controlled the fear he felt at the thought, Mikos were cruel, he knew that from
personal experience, and he’d seen what Kagome did to his brother. ‘But he was
probably insolent, that or insulting – he might not even realise it if he
belongs to her.’
“The last thing I, Sesshomaru,
remember is fighting Naraku and being defeated, he ‘played’ with this
Sesshomaru for a while, and then he left.” He hinted for more information,
without actually asking for it, because asking would show weakness, and it had
been far too dangerous for him to show any weakness for the last sixty years –
and he was already pushing the boundaries of what he could get away with
already by taking in Rin, most demons would consider that a sign of weakness,
to take in and protect a human pup. But she’d been abused, by the people who
should have taken care of her, and it struck a chord in him, then her death,
and his use of the Tensaiga to bring her back tied her to him.
“Feh! He’d just about killed you.
But he ran off like the coward he is when he saw us.” Inuyasha sounded
scornful, contemptuous of his brother’s failure to protect himself from the
hanyou, but Naraku hadn’t been alone.
“After your brother had killed the
three demons with him.” Kagome’s words were almost like an echo of his
thoughts. “Sesshomaru stayed and sacrificed himself to give Jaken time to get
Rin to safety, the way you’ve sacrificed yourself to protect me, and the
others.” Sesshomaru flushed slightly, embarrassed to hear his actions painted
in such a noble light, he hadn’t seen them that way, but as the only thing he
could do and he was immensely flattered to be compared to his brother
positively, rather than being told that he wasn’t as good as Inuyasha.
“Feh! I still wouldn’t have
needed someone to run him off for me.” That was more like the sort of thing
he’d learned to expect when his brother was involved – and he half thought it
was true, he’d never actually won against his brother unless the hanyou wasn’t
in his right mind. Sesshomaru had been struggling to avoid acting submissively
since he realised what had happened, he decided that a question would help
distract them.
~~~***0***~~~
“How did you heal me so well?”
Sesshomaru directed the question halfway between Kagome and Inuyasha, but it
was Kagome who answered.
“I tried to heal you myself, but
I couldn’t, so Inuyasha gave you his blood.” And she’d been feeling something
strange in her head ever since, almost as if she was feeling someone else’s
emotions – two other people’s emotions rather, she’d been feeling Inuyasha’s
emotions since she’d brought him back to himself after his youkai blood
consumed his mind. The new emotions had to be Sesshomaru’s, but they weren’t
what she’d expected – panic when he woke up, and fear when she’d answered his
question, both quickly suppressed. Embarrassed and flattered when compared to
his brother, resigned acceptance when Inuyasha put his achievements down. And
now he seemed a little relieved, but it was tentative, and mixed with
apprehension. Nothing that fitted with his projected image of a coldly
confident, ruthless and calculating lord, but rather the reactions of someone
who’d been told he was worthless so many times he’d begun to believe it. The youkai’s
eyes flicked immediately to his brother, who’d been sulking since she forced
him to help his brother.
“I would not have expected that.”
Kagome could sympathise with that, the only reason she’d even thought to ask
Inuyasha to help his brother was that she’d asked Myoga why he followed the
hanyou a few days earlier, and learned about the healing properties of hanyou,
and to a lesser extent youkai, blood. And then she’d had to almost order
Inuyasha to give his blood – only the possibility that Sesshomaru would stop
attacking him for Tetsusaiga (and Rin’s pleading eyes) had prevented that.
Kagome had learned that if she gave an order and *pushed* it along the link
that let her sense the hanyou’s feelings he had no choice but to obey, although
she didn’t know why, and she tried not to do that except in the most important
things. She thought it was wrong, a sort of rape, and Inuyasha was much harder
to deal with afterwards, but to save a life she would have gladly used it.
“Feh! The wench nagged at me until
I agreed. She kept your worthless carcass intact while she did it too.” And
there was a flash of something strange from Sesshomaru; as if he half thought
Inuyasha was right in his assessment of the Taiyoukai, mixed in with quickly
suppressed fear. It didn’t make much sense to her, and she didn’t understand why
Sesshomaru could ever believe Inuyasha’s words, or why he denigrated hanyous so
much if he felt that way, but that was what she could feel.
“I hoped you would be willing to
swear not to attack Inuyasha for Tetsusaiga, and told him that, or he wouldn’t
have agreed.”
Sesshomaru smiled at that, and
Kagome could feel his relief, something that puzzled her, but she was ready
enough to let it go.
“Then I, Sesshomaru swear by my
honour and on our father’s grave that this Sesshomaru will not try to take
Tetsusaiga from Inuyasha. After I saw what being without it does to him I gave
that up anyway. They have a lot to answer for.” The last sentence was almost
whispered, bitterly. But Inuyasha and even Kagome caught it.
“Who have a lot to answer for?”
The two spoke simultaneously and Kagome felt a passing sense of amusement.
“The people who altered you when
you were a child so you would have at least the potential to face most youkai
in a straight fight. No other hanyou has ever been able to do that, they
usually used their stronger magic to compensate. But you are the only hanyou
who has ever been overwhelmed by his youkai blood, and I think that is the
reason.” Sesshomaru had begun petting Rin, reassuring her, shortly after he sat
up, but he paused now. “I cannot tell you who they were; they put a gaes on me
to prevent that.”
Kagome started at that, and let
her sight slip into the seeing/not-seeing that she used to observe magic, and
recognised a foreign aura entwined with Sesshomaru’s own, in two ways, one an
external restraint, like the restraint Kaede’s power on the prayer beads around
Inuyasha’s neck represented, and the other that had become integral to
Sesshomaru’s being, centred low on his body, where a womb would have been on a
woman. And when she turned her eyes to Inuyasha she noted much more extensive
intertwining of this strange power with his being, in different places,
including parts centring around his nose, his eyes, his ears, and parts that weren’t
specifically centred anywhere. Both brothers also had a touch of Kagome’s own
power in their auras, but she didn’t know whether that was connected to her own
aura or not, as she had a blind spot around her own power.
“What else did they do to you?”
Kagome knew her question was blunt, and rude, so it was a surprise to her when
Sesshomaru answered.
“They made me into a
hermaphrodite.” He blushed, and bowed his head as he spoke. “I can both sire,
and bear children – although I never have. It was their idea of a joke.” Kagome
recognised his embarrassment, would have even without the glimpse she got into
his mind, and refrained from mentioning that she’d thought he was a girl at
first, and for a miracle no one else said anything either.
~~~***0***~~~
Sesshomaru stood outside the
Higurashi’s shrine, carrying a bundle of clothes more fitting to his status
than the skirt and blouse he wore now, reluctant to visit them for the first
time, because this time he would have to see his master in her own time, and he
was so scared that she’d only been pretending to be kind and gentle in his
time, that here and now she would hurt him, abuse him the way he’d seen other
Mikos abuse their youkai slaves. He knew there was no real basis for his fears
– his master had given him so many gifts, including the ability to disguise
himself almost totally as a woman when he needed to, at least after he’d given
birth, and her claim had protected him from others who would try to enslave
him, but still he was scared. Finally he shook his head and walked forwards,
raising his hand to knock at the door – this was the only time he’d been
specifically ordered to visit the shrine, and what to do while he was there, he
*had* to obey.
“Mara! Please come in.” Kagome’s
mother had opened the door to him, and greeted him with a smile. “We haven’t
seen you for a while.” He’d been reluctant to visit in the last month he could
pretend to be independent, and so he simply hadn’t, he’d never considered that
by doing so he’d denied his master’s family the reassurance of knowing when
she’d be back. He dropped his glamour, the illusion that made him appear human,
once the door was shut behind him, enjoying the acceptance he’d won from the
family. “I suppose this means Kagome won’t be back for at least a day.” He’d
never visited less than a day before Kagome would be returning through the
well, because Inuyasha might otherwise scent him when the hanyou came looking
for her.
“Actually, she’s due back today,
in just over two hours time.” Sesshomaru glanced down at the ground as he knelt
on the floor in the living room. “Forgive me, but I need to change back to what
I looked like in the Sengoku Jidai, so I am recognisable to my master, as she
commanded me to do on this date.”
“So she’s already enslaved you back
then?” There was a note of disapproval in the woman’s voice and Sesshomaru
winced, realising that he’d never told his master’s family how she came to be
his master, and her mother had never been happy about his status – although her
grandfather had approved, strongly. The only reason he’d started to tolerate
‘Mara’ after he’d learned she was a demon was that Sesshomaru was careful to be
submissive around his master’s family, and made sure to show them that he knew
his place.
“She saved my life; it wasn’t her
fault that she didn’t know what the method she used would do to me. And when
she found out that she owns me she was generous about it, and agreed to let me
hide the fact until I had an heir.” Sesshomaru smiled up at the lady, praying
that she would accept his explanation, and that she wouldn’t shout at her
daughter. He’d liked her since his friend, Tomo met her, even if he had asked
‘Mara’ to marry him first, and they’d only become closer since he’d gone to the
family to explain where Kagome had disappeared to the first time she went
through the Bone-Eaters Well, and why, despite the fact that he’d refused to
see her daughter, something Minako had understood once he’d explained his
position, and her daughter’s powers. “Please, is there somewhere I might go to
change my clothing?”
“Use Kagome’s room, it’s not as
if that should be a problem.” Sesshomaru couldn’t imagine it being a problem
either, it was fairly common for claimed youkai like him to sleep at the foot
of their master’s bed, but he would be in her territory without her permission,
and part of him was terrified by the prospect. He bowed his head in
acknowledgement of Minako’s command, and left to walk upstairs.
Sesshomaru stripped quickly when
he got into his master’s room, looking about nervously, relieved to find no
evidence of any perversions. Then for the first time in over fifty years, since
he’d been raped and impregnated by American servicemen, he let his female
attributes reabsorb into his body, looking once again as he had before he
carried his first child, at his master’s command. He’d managed to get the
hanyou daughter who resulted from the rape adopted by one of the more prominent
inu hanyou families, saying that he did not feel himself fit to raise her under
the circumstances; he was too upset at the rape, and feared he would blame her
for it. Finally he dressed, pulling on a pair of cream leather pants, and an
unbleached linen shirt, left open to display the rising phoenix over his heart
that was his master’s claim marking. They made him look rather fragile and
vulnerable; he knew that his master liked that because she had said so before.
Sesshomaru returned to the living
room, to amuse his master’s family, until the time his master had specified.
“Your daughter will arrive in ten minutes Minako-san. I must prepare for her
arrival.” And he knelt, facing the door then bowed forward until his face was
pressed to the ground, crossing his wrists behind his back.
~~~***0***~~~
Kagome knew there was something
wrong as soon as she stepped through the well. First because she could sense a
youkai waiting in her house, and secondly because her mother was standing
outside the well-house, hands on hips, a disapproving frown on her face. And
then she realised that she could feel someone else inside her head, in the
place she’d felt Sesshomaru after Naraku had almost killed him, she could feel
someone’s stifled terror. Knowing what Sesshomaru was feeling had faded once he
got beyond a hundred or so yards away, but, just like with Inuyasha she’d known
where he was, until she entered the well. Then she realised that he was the
youkai she could sense, he was waiting in the living room.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” Kagome knew
she sounded every bit as puzzled as she felt, and there was something else as
well. “And how did you know when I’d get back?”
“Your slave told me. He’s waiting
for you in the living room. And we are going to have a long talk about that.” A
sense of vague confused hurt surged through Kagome, mixed with anger, she
didn’t understand why Sesshomaru would want to tell her family that particular
lie, or how he knew where, and when she lived for that matter. She could feel
an increase in his fear in response to her anger, and somehow that made what
her mother said seem real, or at least vaguely possible.
“What do you mean my ‘slave’? I
don’t have a slave, or at least I didn’t think I did. Considering the way
Sesshomaru just reacted to my anger I might be wrong.”
“He’s in the living room, how
could you know how he reacted?” Kagome knew she’d managed to confuse her mother
nicely with that comment. It got the older woman to calm down, and think about
why she was angry with Kagome.
“I have a link to him that lets
me know how he’s feeling, and probably lets him know how I feel. I didn’t
realise what it meant, I still don’t really understand it.” Suddenly the anger
disappeared from her mother’s face, and understanding replaced it.
“Oh, you invoked one of those
youkai rituals, and you didn’t realise it. Mara – that’s what your slave was
calling himself when he met your father – mentioned them. He was a great help
in reassuring us that you’d be safe, or at least survive back there.”
“Mara, wasn’t that the woman my
father asked to marry him before he met you?” Kagome spoke idly as she walked
towards the house. “And didn’t she refuse to see me once I was born? I suppose
that’s explained now.”
“Yes, to all three questions.”
Her mother sounded amused, but Kagome stopped thinking about that when she saw
how Sesshomaru had prostrated himself to wait for her, and stopped physically
too, dead in the doorway.
“Sesshomaru! What are you doing?”
Her outrage and shock were in her voice, and she knew they would reverberate
along her bond to the youkai.
“I was greeting you the way a
claimed youkai greets his master, Kagome-sama.” He knelt up so he was sitting
back on his knees, but he kept his head bowed submissively.
“Don’t do that. And explain why
you think I’m your master.” Kagome cursed to herself when she realised that her
words had just scared Sesshomaru more. She reached out to stroke his hair and
scratch behind his ears in apology and the hope that it would soothe him. “I’m
not angry with you Sesshomaru-sama, I’m angry with my Mom, and that spilled
over onto you. That might happen again, but it won’t be more than words I swear
it.”
“Thank you Kagome-sama, but it is
not proper for you to address me as Sesshomaru-sama. I am your slave, and you
should not use any honorific for me. I…the instructions you gave me said that I
was to present myself to you when you returned to this time on this date. I
thought that meant you had claimed me in the Sengoku Jidai by now, or at least
knew that you had the right to do so.”
“Explain what you mean, on this
last trip I tried to heal you after Naraku almost killed you, and when I
couldn’t I had Inuyasha give you his blood to heal you, is that how I…claimed
you?” Sesshomaru seemed to be calming down; he seemed very jumpy in her time,
and more submissive than Kagome could ever have imagined him being.
“Yes and no. Technically you did
claim me then, and certainly had the right to do so, but it isn’t considered to
be official until you put a claim marking on me. This marking.” And he pointed
to the golden phoenix on his chest. “You were gracious enough to permit me to
conceive an heir and raise him at least part way before you marked me.”
Kagome shook her head, almost in
denial, but not quite, more to put something she didn’t want to think about
off. “What exactly does it mean that I claimed you?”
“That I belong to you totally,
and must obey you. You have the right to treat me however you please, but you
are expected to protect me from other Mikos, and hanyous, not physically, but
with your magic. My place is to serve you and please you in whatever way you
desire. I arranged training in the ways you might wish me to serve you in the
years since I saw you last.”
“I’ve got no idea how I want you
to serve me. This is all coming a bit fast for me. What exactly would you
suggest?”
“Usually those who claim youkai
keep at least one as a body slave. A body slave has the highest position a
claimed youkai can have, and serves his master personally, doing such things as
dressing her, tending to her hair and make-up if she wishes it. They usually
sleep at their master’s feet and sometimes warm their master’s bed.”
“Warm their master’s bed? You
mean have sex with their master. That would be rape – I won’t do that. You’ve
been hiding the fact that you’ve been claimed so far haven’t you?”
“Yes Kagome-sama.” Sesshomaru
still seemed wary, but he wasn’t anywhere near as terrified as he had been.
“Then keep on doing it while I’m
in the Sengoku Jidai, until I feel ready to cope with this. You can act as my
body slave in this house, but nowhere else while I’m home from there, and I’ll
try to deal with that. But you’ll sleep in the spare bedroom for now, not at my
feet.” Kagome frowned then. “At least as long as Mom doesn’t mind. Now, do you
know exactly when I’ll be here, and when I’ll be back in the Sengoku Jidai with
Inuyasha? And if you do how do you know?”
“You gave me a number of scrolls,
as well as a dozen CDs, the scrolls contained instructions for me, including
the times when you passed through the Bone-Eaters Well up to twelve years in
the future. The CDs I was told to tell you about now, and I am to give them to
you when you instruct me to. I think they are instructions on how you can
develop your powers, the equivalent of a Miko’s spell books back then.”
“Then bring them to me next time
I return. We got five shards this time, while I’m here you can explain about
the reason youkai are slaves here and now. But I really need to catch up on my
homework, go and make arrangements with my mother for the stuff we’ve talked
about. I don’t expect you to start until tomorrow.”
“Yes Kagome-sama.” Sesshomaru
seemed to be content and Kagome left him as she walked up to her room, where
her homework would be.
~~~***0***~~~
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