Compromise | By : kokkeichan Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Compromise
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SessMiro, InuHojou
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha. All I own are the first two movies on DVD. You can have ‘em if you want to sue me.
A/N: Chi! I’m tired of my stories getting deleted now… This is like, the third time, and I don’t mean over here on AFF.net. FF.net banned me for putting up “sex” in one of my Bleach chapters, so… I was forced to create the story over here. Anyhoo, enough rambling. This fanfic is the sequel to Barter, which can be found on Fanfiction.net, under Cheza-chan. Because it contains some lemon(ish) scenes, I’m transferring current chapters over here. Enjoy…? ^^;
Chapter One – A Heartbreaking Homecoming
Glazed golden eyes stared blankly out at the sunlit horizon colored numerous shades of orange from the setting sun. This had been his last memorable scene seven months prior. There was a faint sound of clattering rings that steadily grew louder. The youkai turned slowly and his pale features brightened at the sight of the monk running towards him. “Bouzu…”
The image disappeared and there was a distinctively audible splatter. The once regal being bowed slightly, his blood flowing more swiftly. “Hallucinations… I’m no better than those pathetic humans…”
Tensaiga had been of little use to him—Toukijin last longer—in the battle he had so eager sought out and the youkai lord was glad he had left his followers back at the castle. He was also glad the last thing he’d told that human was he loved him.
Sesshoumaru’s eyes slid shut and his battered, broken body fell back into the pool of blood he himself created.
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Screaming sobs tore through the busy village and a few villagers turned to look around curiously. The sounds originated from a single hut that was still seeing more action in the past year than in the past fifty. Anko took a deep breath and let out a shrill scream that caused the hanyou to relinquish her legs so he could assess the ringing in his ears, and she began kicking once again.
The young child had fallen asleep with a large wad of gum in her mouth—given to her by Hojou—and it had gotten into her hair, which now had to be but.
Mirouku was forced to hold down the girl’s flailing appendages while still maintaining pressure on her back to keep her flat. Kaede shuffled over with a deep sigh, Kagome’s scissors hidden behind back. Anko spotted her out of the corner of her eye and her screams were now liable to register on the decibel chart.
Curled up in the hanyou’s lap, her arms wrapped tightly around him, a hiccup still managed its way out of the child thirty minutes later. Her ebony hair now barely ghosted her shoulder and her hiccups also managed to make the fur-covered dog ears of the sleeping Inuyasha to twitch.
Kagome finished sweeping up the locks of hair and Mirouku collected them into a bag. She would dispose of them in her world because the magic was weaker there and the child’s mind or body couldn’t be manipulated. “She loved her hair, didn’t she?” Shippo sighed from Sango’s shoulder.
“A girl’s appearance is most important,” Kagome stated matter-of-factly. Expecting some perverse comment from the monk, all eyes turned in his direction.
Mirouku blinked innocently, looking between the fox child and other-worlder. “Nani? Is there something on my face? Hair?” He smoothed a hand over his face. Sango smiled.
The reincarnated miko scoffed. She had a vague hunch of who the monk was seeing but didn’t want to start throwing accusations around without proof. She watched the taijiya and monk leave the hut and sighed, tying the bag filled with hair shut with a knot. A pleasant breeze swept in that would have caused a problem had they finished a few seconds later.
The hanyou’s amber eyes slid open slowly and he stared at the ceiling. “Blood… I smell blood.”
With Anko safely tucked away in the hut, the white-haired half-demon leapt through the trees with Kagome on his back. The villagers followed down below. Inuyasha dropped into the clearing at the edge of the cliff and raised his arm to cover his nose.
Kagome was unable to tear her eyes away from the youkai soaked through and through in blood. “Is he… No! We need to get him back to Kaede-baachan!”
“He’s dead!” Inuyasha spat. “Leave him rot.”
“Osuwari! Osuwari!” Kagome stepped away from the cursing hanyou and instructed the men on what to do with the makeshift stretcher. Blood still trickled from the full-blooded youkai as he was lifted. ‘Even if it is Sesshoumaru… he doesn’t deserve death like this. He doesn’t deserve death at all!’ She turned to find Inuyasha sitting back on his haunches, a scowl on his face. She smiled wearily and walked over. “Go ahead and tell Kaede-baachan we’re coming back.”
“Keh!” The hanyou turned up his nose and sprang to his feet. His expression softened momentarily. “Will you be all right coming back?”
“I’ll be fine,” Kagome laughed, waving a hand. He smirked then turned and dashed off. She sighed then took up a spot beside the men and the stretcher. Staring down at the youkai lord, she placed a hand lightly to his forehead and brushed aside his silver bangs. ‘Sesshoumaru…’
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Kirara landed gently before the castle and pawed the ground with a slight uneasiness. After stepping out of the hut, she had taken her riders to Sesshoumaru’s castle per request of the monk. Kirara snorted, shaking her head, and Sango rubbed her neck reassuringly before jumping down with her companion. She took the small, twin-tailed feline into her arms.
Mirouku led the way up to the palatial, stone structure, his gaze sweeping back and forth. It was quiet, too quiet. “If he were here, he’d be staring down at me…” He raised his hand, shielding his eyes against the sun. There was no figure outline in any of the windows. “Then he’d come down…” His grip tightened on the staff. The small mononoke began hissing at the corner of the castle just then. The young man lowered his arm from in front of Sango and he relaxed at the sight of the two-headed creature coming toward them.
Wherever there was Ah-Un, there was always Rin. “Ah-Un! Why’d you run off like that?” The child stopped running and her brown eyes slowly widened. An enormous grin split her dirtied face and she ran toward the monk, leaping into his open arms.
“Hey,” Mirouku laughed, wiping at her face with the sleeve of his robes.
“Rin missed Mirouku-sama so much!” “I missed you, too,” he said in a soft voice. “Then when Sesshoumaru-sama went away, Rin had to play with Ah-Un and Jaken-sama. It wasn’t as fun.” Rin’s gaze shifted to the approaching young woman then back to the monk as he addressed her. Her cheeks were still flushed from the excitement he caused with his surprise return.
“How long has Sesshoumaru been gone?” ‘For him to leave Rin and Jaken behind…’ Mirouku’s stomach twisted into knots.
“For as long as you were gone,” Rin replied, her attention now captured by Kirara.
“You don’t think he found Naraku, do you?” Sango murmured.
“I hope not. Sesshoumaru’s strong, we know that, but we also know he’s not match for the cold-blooded demon.” Mirouku groaned.
Rin wriggled free of him and walked toward the taijiya on her heels. Her arms were spread to help maintain balance. She giggled and leaned close to admire the twin-tailed feline.
“I have to find him,” Mirouku suddenly stated, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous fashion. Kirara’s happy mewling went unheard as the child spun her. “Sango—”
“The only thing we can do is go back to Kaede-san’s.”
“Demo—” His protest fell short.
“Houshi-sama.”
He knew better than to argue with her of all people and slowly nodded. “You go back. I’ll here with Rin and Ah-Un for a bit.”
“Rin wants to play with the kitty.”
“Okay. Then come back with us.”
Sango’s brown eyes widened and she stormed forward, placing herself between the man and child before an answer was given. “Are you crazy?” she hissed. “You can’t bring your lover’s child—Oh! What am I saying?” The taijiya held her aching head. The monk sweatdropped a little, laughing nervously.
“Rin wants to go,” the child wined, hugging Kirara tightly. There was no protest from the mononoke.
“See?” Mirouku continued laughing.
“And Ah-Un. We can’t leave him,” she added.
He paled, swallowing hard. There went the familiar vein in Sango’s head. He’d be paying dearly. “I’ll take care of them both. I promise.”
“Fine,” the young woman snapped. “Kirara!” Rin released the feline and stepped back. Her eyes went wide in awe at the fiery transformation that took place.
Mirouku was made to ride Ah-Un all by himself. As he sat in the sadly that was there for Rin more than anyone else, he felt a slight nagging in the back of his mind; it was telling him something was being forgotten. He shrugged and pushed the feeling away.
“Sesshoumaru-sama…” Jaken wailed from where Rin had tied him to a boulder in back of the castle. The Staff of Heads lay out of his reach. “Sesshoumaru-sama…!”
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Inuyasha was standing outside of the hut, a hard scowl on his young features. The air was now rank, full of his half-brother’s scent and blood. Even Anko had left him to see to the majestic youkai lord. He snorted and dropped down into a crouched position. “I say the bastard deserved it. Thinking he could go up against Naraku…”
“Love thy brother,” Kagome said as she stepped outside. She used the warm cloth to wipe the blood from her face and hands. It would be a pain to get it out of her school uniform. “He was hurt bad, Inuyasha.”
“Keh!” A sinister smirk unseen by the girl spread against the hanyou’s face. “He’s a youkai. It would have taken him about a week to completely bleed out. By then, his would would’ve wither healed or he would’ve been eaten.” Inuyasha’s shoulders shook as he began cackling.
Kagome clenched her hand into a fist and pounded it into the side of the white head. “Osuwari!” she yelled before the boy could round on her.
“Kagome…” Inuyasha snarled, digging his claws into the dirt.
“Osuwari,” the brunette added sweetly, turning away. She headed back into Kaede’s hut with a bounce in her step.
The rosary’s spell wore off a few minutes later and the hanyou dragged himself to his feet, dusting off his kimono. His eyes narrowed and he glanced upward at the multitude of familiar scents. Some villagers stopped to stare while others hurried along, eager to get away from the scaled mononoke landing beside their miko’s hut. Mirouku leaped down with a sigh then smiled at the hanyou. “First Sesshoumaru, now his lackeys!” Inuyasha growled. “This is all that woman’s fault… Why they hell are they here anyway? Did Shippo tell you? I’m gonna rip the tail from that pipsqueak!”
“Wait!” Mirouku grabbed his arm before he left, his blue eyes wide. “Sesshoumaru’s… He’s here?”
“We found the bastard half-dead in the forest about an three hours ago.” Inuyasha wrenched his appendage free. “They’ve been working on him ever since… Hey!”
“Houshi-sama!” Sango ran after the monk, Rin and Kirara trailing behind her.
“Everyone’s going crazy,” Inuyasha scoffed, stomping his way back into the hut. The hanyou placed a hand to Anko’s head after she ran over and hugged his kimono-clad leg. His irritation was at the attention Sesshoumaru continued to receive. They had all been victims of his heartless actions and yet everyone was behaving as though he was and had always been an ally. “This is ridiculous,” he snorted. Inuyasha bent slightly and picked up the smiling child. “When he finally kicks, send for me.” He turned and strolled back out, his ears twitching slightly at the soft rustle of cloth.
Mirouku hadn’t heard. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. The blood running through his veins had turned ice-cold the minute he laid eyes on the pale and lifeless form. He’d caught a glimpse of the youkai wounds as they were being wrapped and, even though the grotesqueness of them was enough to bring bile to his throat, there was none. He doubted his body still functioned. “Sesshou…”
Sango stepped up the block the monk’s view of his demon lover and he blinked, several tears falling from his deep cobalt eyes. He stared at her for several moments, unable to clearly see because of the many unshed tears he held. She placed a hand lightly to his cheek and wiped away the trail that they left. “Houshi-sama…”
Kagome had all the proof she needed now.
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