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The Forest That Bore His Name	By : Raithea Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 17700 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Forest That Bore His Name
~~Chapter One~~
Scars
A sleek Town car wound its way through the mountain pass. The trees lining the roadway blurred past its window, occasionally coming into focus before blending away once more. The forest beyond that man-made division produced its yearly riot of color; leaves settling on the ground in a rich blanket. Small animals occasionally flitted into view before vanishing again and the music of the forest had begun to settle, changing to the calm, patient silence of winter.
The young hanyou absorbed it all, hardly daring to blink his golden eyes as a small excitement began to fill him. He knew this land, that tree, those mountains; this was home, the land where his ancestors had always lived, the land he had been taught to love.
The land that he had been ripped from after his parents had died.
“What has you so fascinated, Inuyasha.” The silken voice slid between his shoulders; causing Inuyasha to jump slightly. Trying to keep his thoughts from his face, he turned to face the man who was sitting calmly, his laptop open on his lap, on the opposite end of the seat. Black tresses were pulled up into a topknot, before cascading down his back. He wore black slacks and a blue shirt, his tie hung around his shoulders and his black jacket lay discarded between them. Inuyasha turned all his attention to the youkai as claret eyes bore into his own.
Inuyasha immediately dropped his gaze, “I just thought this land was nice…Otou-san.” He heard the click of the laptop closing and stopped himself from flinching.
“You hesitated.” The voice stated coldly, and Inuyasha couldn't help but flinch as he felt the rising anger, no…please, no! “How long have I been your father?” the youkai demanded.
“All my life.”
The lie rolled smoothly off his tongue, and Inuyasha saw his real father's image flash through his mind before he brutally squashed it. He's gone, he couldn't save him now.
Naraku had made a point of reminding him that his life before didn't matter, didn't count, that he had been nothing until Naraku had taken him in.
That his only worth was his value to Naraku; and after half a century under his `care' Inuyasha had come to accept this as truth.
A clawed hand reached out and painfully grasped his chin, wrenching his gaze up to those claret eyes. “Never forget that,” he hissed, his claws digging in, blood breaking loose from his skin, as he dragged Inuyasha forward, so that he was on all fours, face inches from the Naraku's. “You belong to me, always,” his hand digging deeper for a moment before he let go.
Inuyasha didn't dare move from his new position; he knew this mood as he knew all Naraku's moods. Naraku's normally possessive nature intensified when he was like this; a mood that had been appearing in alarming frequency this past week.
Inuyasha never knew what would trigger it, but he never concerned himself with that. He only knew what was expected of him. So he didn't move and a smirk of satisfaction crossed those poisonous lips.
That hand rose once again to his face, stroking the wounds he'd just created. Maybe my submission will be enough. Inuyasha closed his eyes and bared his throat as best he could. The hand trailed their claws down his throat before the touch suddenly vanished. For an instant Inuyasha almost opened his eyes, but he caught himself.
“Very good, Inuyasha, you have learned respect.” Inuyasha could here the fang-flashing smirk within that voice. “Lie down.”
What? Even in his confusion Inuyasha didn't hesitate; I need to make up for my mistake. He lowered his head into Naraku's lap, turning his head towards Naraku, one arm sliding into the space between the youkai and the seat, while the other wrapped around his knees. Naraku's claws traced his ears as they flattened themselves to his head. The claws drifted down his back and the sound of slicing fabric reached Inuyasha's ear, as he felt those claws lightly reach his bare skin.
I'll do anything if this is all he does. Inuyasha couldn't help the silent plea, one of many that had gone unanswered. So instead of relying on unanswered prayers Inuyasha let his mind wander away, separating himself as much as he could from what was happening. He opened his eyes, staring past Naraku's face to the trees still blinking in and out of focus beyond the window, before closing them once more.
Inuyasha raced to the door at the sound of the doorbell, excitement coursing through him. It had to be his parents returning from their trip. He ignored the calls of Kaede-obachan to slow down; leaping over the banister on the second floor and landing in front of the door. Grabbing hold of the door handle, he slid it open and rushed forward.
He let out a startled yelp when, instead of landing in his father's embrace, his body collided with a leg. Inuyasha leapt back, changing his view, to get a better look at this stranger.
It was a tall youkai, a crescent moon graced the middle of his forehead, and two crimson stripes ran on either side of his face. Cold gold eyes stared down at him and Inuyasha had a terrible urge to fidget. But his scent was what was most confusing; it kinda reminded him of Chichi-ue but yet was distinctly different. He heard Kaede-obachan come up behind him, and he turned his head to see a deep frown settle on her features.
“Sesshomaru-sama, this is an unexpected surprise.”
Inuyasha's head snapped around and he stared in utter amazement. This was Sesshomaru! This was his older brother! His jaw dropped open before he managed to squawk out, “A…Ani-ue.” That cold gaze snapped down at him for a moment before returning to Kaede-obachan.
“Where is Chichi-ue?”
Inuyasha realized he was being pointedly ignored. So, gathering his courage, he walked forward and yanked on his brother's pant leg. Immediately he felt a hand clasp the back of his shirt and lift him and for the first time came eye to eye with his half-brother.
Inuyasha met that stare and was unfazed, “Chichi-ue and Haha-ue are still on vacation, but they'll be back today.” He stated putting all the authority of his fifty years into his voice and crossing his arms for added effect.
Those cold eyes narrowed before Inuyasha was simply dropped and the youkai walked past him, his parting shot, “Know your place hanyou.”
Inuyasha watched the youkai disappear into the house and at that very first meeting a new goal had started to form in his young brain. He would earn his brother's respect; he would prove to him that his being a hanyou didn't determine his fate.
Gods, he had been such an idiot.
Inuyasha's focus came back to the present as he felt Naraku's claws trace the scars on his back, the ones those same claws had given him. The five jagged scars that ran across his back. Naraku's voice reached him once more. “I gave you these marks as proof that you belonged to me, that I was truly your father, for only your father could give you these scars.” His claws punctured the skin at the top of each scar. “Do you need another reminder?” he hissed.
“No, Otou-san.” This time there was no hesitation, and Inuyasha opened his eye and looked up at Nar..no his father, he reminded himself sharply. Trying to stop those treacherous thoughts, getting rid of the lies he kept telling himself. This was his life now, this was the man who fed and clothed him, this was his father. That cold fact sunk home anew, this was his new definition of father, it was the person who owned him, the one he wouldn't disobey not out of love or respect but out of fear. He had no one else in this world. His father looked down at him, a pleased glint to his expression
“You are learning, Inuyasha,” his hand resumed its stroking, “I am the only one who cares about you, you're merely a worthless hanyou to all others.” Inuyasha let these words sink into him, firming his resolve that he would do what his father demanded, he would show his worth in the only way he now knew how, by the value his father placed on him. The fact that he was here was proof enough of that. The fact that Sesshomaru had refused to care for him and had instead sent him into the system; it proved to Inuyasha his true place.
Inuyasha was able to relax himself as his father did nothing more than stroke his hair and speak. Closing his eyes, he loosened his muscles and stilled within that dangerous embrace.
“I remember when you first came to me. You were so uncouth and wild, no comprehension of your betters. But eventually you learned your place; you understood that I was your father, that I was the only one you needed to concern yourself with.” Suddenly his father's tone darkened and Inuyasha's eye snapped back open, warily staring as anger sparked within those hardened rubies. “But later, after over two decades in my care you had trouble once again, why do you think that is?”
Inuyasha stamped down the memories that seemed to surge as if commanded by that simple question. Suppressing the self-loathing, he gave the lies he knew his father wanted. “It was my time of change and I was insolent…I'm sorry I failed you, Otou-san.”
Inuyasha could hear the pleased expression in his father's voice, “but now we have all the time you need to make up for it.” Inuyasha's insides froze. Please…please…don't.
And for once, Inuyasha was spared, his father seemed content to merely continue to stroke his hair, lifting it to let it glide through his fingers, before his hand would return to his branding scar, possessively gliding down each mark, while Inuyasha made sure his body stayed relaxed and loose within his father's hold.
Soon enough the car slowed then stopped, rousing Inuyasha from a slightly meditative state. His eye focused once more on his father, alert and ready. The mood had not passed, he had merely been appeased and Inuyasha wanted to continue to please his father, so he waited.
“Sit up.” Inuyasha's head promptly left his father's lap, bringing his legs underneath him so that he was kneeling, his gaze downcast. “You are to take my bags to my room and remain there.”
“Hai, Otou-san.” He heard the door open and the rustle of fabric as his father left the car. Inuyasha looked up; his father was gone from sight. He paid a quick glance around the car, making sure it was clear before snatching up his father's laptop case and exiting the car. He went to the back of the car and took the bags from the driver, trying to ignore the stare he received for his scars, made bare to view by his shredded shirt. As he headed for the entrance, his gaze traveled over his new home.
It was set into the mountain, done in the classical Nippon style, modernized with steel and concrete supports. Inuyasha stood there for a moment, taking it in, when a cool wind came whipping over the mountain, the scents upon it screamed of his old home, of his past life. A shudder wracked his frame and he turned his nose into that wind, scenting that just over the mountain was the territory of his past, so very close and yet it might as well have been on another continent. He was no longer welcome there; he had failed to prove himself worthy of that place.
He sighed as he turned away, the past no longer mattered, it was only to be remembered and he didn't have that luxury right this moment. He walked through the front door and headed towards the master bedroom.
Following the directions he had been given; he entered the room at the end of a long hallway, a feature his father had particularly liked, wanting to seclude and secure himself and Inuyasha. Inuyasha glanced around the room, unsurprised by neither its already furnished state nor its lack of windows; the king sized bed was set into a corner, the only westernized feature in the room, which was styled like the rest of the house. A large LCD screen was set into the opposite wall, right next to the doorway he stood in. A nightstand sat between the arched closet entrance with its shoji screens and the bed. Inuyasha headed for the closet, going around the low set table in the middle of the room, careful not to disturb the kneeling cushions. He noticed a second set of shoji screens set into the left wall that were partially open, beyond which he could see a staircase leading upwards; he paused, considering, but decided he would explore it later and entered the closet, opening the cases and proceeding to put everything away.
He had just finished hanging the suits when he noticed red fabric that was tucked into a case pocket. His hands shook as pulled out his fire rat haori. Memories that had been scrambling for his attention, ones he had tried so hard to forget, crashed through him.
Inuyasha looked up from his homework, as he saw Kaede-obachan greet three visitors to her shrine. The people looked a little odd though, two of them were in suits, one youkai, one human while a third looked to be the police. Frantic conversion could be heard and Kaede-obachan let out a horrified gasp, before more fierce whispering ensued. Unable to restrain his curiosity any longer, Inuyasha got up from his work and headed towards them; but as soon as he got within hearing range the conversation abruptly died and all eyes turned towards him.
He approached cautiously, his self-assurance disappearing at the strange looks he was getting from these people.
His hand latched onto the old miko's hakama and he looked up at her, the question in his eyes. She knelt down beside him , taking his small hands into her own weathered ones. “Little one …I...I don't know how to tell you this but…your parents were killed this afternoon.” Inuyasha was struck dumb, white noise seemed to rush into his ears, as if triggered by those impossible words; and he couldn't grasp the rest of what she said. He only remembered hearing her voice, trying to bring comfort where none could hope to exist.
Suddenly one of the suits, the youkai, was taking his hand and that startled him out of his stupor, “Wh..where…are you taking me.”
The reply was curt and cold, “To an orphanage, maybe someone will want you.”
Inuyasha was confused, “W..What?! Why? Ani-ue is still okay…right”
Kaede-obachan stopped the suit and knelt before him again, “Sesshomaru…isn't ready to take responsibility of you. He probably believes you'll be better off with someone…more suitable.” She gave him a small smile and a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, giving a fierce and desperate hug, willing her to tell him it wasn't true.
She pulled back slightly before looking up at the other adults. “Would you excuse us for a few minutes,” she asked politely. The others looked at each before shrugging and stepping away. Kaede turned back to him, ”Little one, I am going to try and bring you back here. I will speak with your brother, but if he is still unready for it, I will take care of you myself. I will not leave you to that place.” She leaned forward and gave him another brief hug, “Be brave, little one and all will be well again.”
In no time he was being pulled away again. He gave a final glance at the shrine as the entrance stairs slowly hid it and its miko guardian.
He faced forward again when he nearly tripped down the stairs, the same suit grunted, “Stupid hanyou,” as he continued dragging Inuyasha forward. “You know that miko was lying to you.”
Inuyasha's head shot up, “W…what?” Kaede-obachan never lied!
“Sesshomaru-sama doesn't want the burden of a hanyou, that's why you're going to an orphanage.”
“But I…I didn't do anything wrong.” He could feel tears gathering in his eyes as everything started to sink in.
“You're a hanyou; that is sin enough.”
He clasped the clothing to his chest, remembering those words, that bitterness, the pain. He rocked himself lightly as he knelt on the floor of his father's closet. Slowly, he forced the pain away, taking deep breaths in order to calm down. He uncurled himself from the floor and from around his haori, wiping away the tears he wasn't suppose to cry before he placed his past out of the way, and finished the unpacking. Once done, he headed towards the bathroom deciding a shower was best for now.
He entered the bathroom located at the back end of the closet, barely noticing the large tub set into a corner. All he wanted was the soothing thrum of a shower. He stripped himself of his pants before turning on the water and stepping in, letting the pounding spray surround him, drowning out his sense of the world, secluding himself from the outside; reveling in the massaging rhythm of the water, the feel of it sluicing down his body, the caress of clawed hands as they slid around his hips.
Inuyasha's eyes snapped open as arms encircled his body, pulling him against his father's chest. The breath evaporated from his lungs, oh gods…please no.
The claws began to stroke his abdomen as his father's breath ghosted over his ear. “You didn't wait for me.”
Panic welled up inside him and he gasped out around the rising fear, “I…I'm sorry, Otou-san, I didn't think.”
He heard a dark laugh from the youkai behind him, “You'll just have to make it up to me,” came the reply as the hands shifted and positioned Inuyasha so that he was leaning against the wall, bared for his father's attentions. He closed his eyes trying to brace himself from what he knew was to come.
He felt those claws return to his hips, as his father's stiffened member bumped against his entrance. Inuyasha gritted his teeth, trying to control the fear that flooded him and waited. He didn't have to wait long. In one swift thrust his father was buried inside him, Inuyasha's whole body tensing with the pain, his insides screaming, as a shiver of pleasure vibrated through his father to him, before the youkai leaned forward to whisper once more into his ear, “So fucking delicious.” Inuyasha felt his bile rise as poisonous words dripped from his father's mouth into his soft ear. “This is where you worth lies, hanyou, this is what you live for…my tolerance, my pleasure.” The last words seeming to wrap around him and hold him as possessively as the claws that still caressed his skin.
“Hai, Otou-san.”
“Good boy.” A compliment entwined with degradation. His father's claws returned to Inuyasha's waist as he began to pump himself in and out of Inuyasha. Inuyasha tensed against each thrust as if it were a strike, knowing blood must be coursing down his thighs from the invasion, but unable to feel it thanks to the pounding water.
Inuyasha bowed his head, resting his forehead against the wall, trying to distance himself. His father's claws dug into his hips and as Inuyasha stared red swirls expanded into his small view of the water at his feet. His father pumped faster and harder, those claws digging through more flesh. He forcibly pulled Inuyasha back into the now with the abuse and he could no longer hold in the cry of pain, crying out again and again as the thrusts grew more violent until his father tensed behind him, his release sweeping through him, as his seed spilled into Inuyasha. Inuyasha's shoulders slumped and he barely stopped the impulse to curl around himself.
His father leaned over him again wrapping himself around the weary hanyou and said, “Your cries are so good, Inuyasha. I always want more.” Fangs latched onto his sensitive ear and surprised another pained cry from him. “Good boy.” Came the dark whisper, as his father unwrapped himself from around the boy.
“Dry yourself, then come back to the room.” Inuyasha nodded, turning off the water, feeling worse then when he'd entered and followed his father out of the shower, glimpsing him as he disappeared into the closet. Inuyasha bent to snatch up the towel he had left on the floor, when he was reminded of the cuts along his thighs and hips. He pulled some toilet paper off the roll and dabbed at the wounds till all the blood had stopped, and then quickly dried himself. He grabbed up the towel and clothes, dumping everything into the laundry basket as he passed through the closet back into the room.
His father was lying on the bed, propped up on pillows, wearing pajama pants and watching the news. He turned his head as Inuyasha approached a smirk curling over his face as his gaze traveled over Inuyasha's naked form.
Inuyasha came up next to the bed and dropped down on his knees, his gaze on the floor the entire time. His father's hand wrapped around his chin and pulled him forward. Inuyasha went, carefully positioning himself so that he straddled his father's lap but kept his back bowed in submission. Suddenly those claws moved to his hair and fisted, wrenching him forward as his lips were smashed in a brutal kiss. Inuyasha immediately let his mouth open to the questing tongue, submitting himself and waiting till his father was satiated. Finally his hair was released and the youkai pulled back from the kiss. Inuyasha was now sitting in his lap, his bare chest pressed against his father's. “It seems you have learned.” That pleased smile crossed his face once more and Inuyasha felt relief sweep through his system. When his father was pleased Inuyasha usually suffered less.
“Lie down and sleep, you'll need your rest for later.” His tone implying what his words did not say. Inuyasha simply nodded, going to lie down on the side closest to the wall, where he always slept so that his father would always know if he tried to get up. Claws closed on the back of his neck, Inuyasha went rigid. “Lie down, here.” He didn't really understand and confusion reigned in his mind at this change, but he didn't question. He simply moved back and lowered his body so that it covered his father's legs, his head once more in his lap.
He closed his eyes and began forcing his body into sleep, having learned early in life to control his body's need for sleep; grateful for the training that now allowed him to appease his father's temper and earn himself one less punishment. The sound of his father licking Inuyasha's blood from his claws was the last thing he heard.
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The boy drifted off to sleep as Naraku finished drinking that delicious fluid and began to caress the scars on his back; his mark upon the boy. Having bestowed it on him the first night he had taken him. He closed his eyes in blissful remembrance, remembering the screams and cries of that first night, before thinking back to when he had first seen the boy at the orphanage.
He had been the only hanyou there, and had been ostracized by the other children, practicing by himself in a corner, ignoring the occasional taunt. Naraku had paid to be informed by this and several other orphanages, whenever any children of marked descent or special abilities arrived. Occasionally he would get a call but each time he viewed one he was disappointed, the child never being what he was searching. Now, as he walked over to the secluded corner, a slow smile crossed his lips watching as the pup spun around and kicked an invisible opponent; before landing gracefully, keeping his form. Apparently, this one had already spent several decades at a few other orphanges. The last one being shut down when the caretaker died.
This boy had potential to be sure. According to Naraku's information, he was even descended from a Daiyoukai. Naraku could see the trim form, the lithe body, underneath the bulky red cloth; just waiting to burst into maturity. Even if this hanyou wasn't what he was looking for Naraku could make a tidy profit from him.
He stopped in front of the boy. Inuyasha had glared up at him, his focus intense and hostile. Naraku hid his desire to show the hanyou his place, even as he thrilled when a small warmth emanated from his pocket. He pulled the sliver of stone - the culmination of his search so far - from his pocket; a small but unmistakable glow emanating from its depths.
The small hanyou's glare had changed to a look of confusion when he'd spotted the stone, but Naraku had quickly pocketed it again. He had finally found it. He would have to be patient, there was still much more he needed. The hanyou for one wasn't even mature nor was he complete. But Naraku was nothing if not patient. And with this boy now in his possession it was only a matter of when rather than if.
Naraku came back to himself, his claws still absently tracing the scar. He looked down at the teenager in his lap. Yes, he had what he wanted. Silver hair gliding across his shoulders, spilling onto the bed, surrounding the face that would never quite lose its fire. The body was lithe, slender; holding its own unique grace and most importantly claimed by the scars engraved in that slightly honeyed flesh.
He had come to possess an exquisite creature, it lived only for his pleasure and it would lead him to that which he had searched for, yearned for, for all these many centuries.
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A/N: I noticed that the formatting had gone completely to hell. So I'm going back over previous chapters, doing some more editing and reposting. Then it's on to new chapters!
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