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By : botticelliangel
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April 24, 1991
Yuma, Arizona

“This is the reason we don’t live together.” Kagura said when she walked into the kitchen the next morning.

Sesshomaru stood still for a moment, trying to figure out which of his morning actions was the faux pas that she was referring to. He was quietly mulling over an internal checklist as Kagura stared at him, her hands on her hips, and her lips turned down into a frown.

He left enough coffee for her, he wasn’t walking around in his underwear, his underwear was clean, he put the toilet seat down, he flushed the toilet, his aim was good…

It was doubtful that she was upset about last night anymore. Sesshomaru hadn’t felt so protective over her in ages, but something about that mouthy brat had pulled just the right strings for him. Kagura responded in that confusing mix of independent anger and arousal that always tipped off his senses.

Sesshomaru’s wants, urges, and impulses were paramount to him. As soon as the strange smelling dirty brat Chaz left last night, Sesshomaru had Kagura up against the kitchen table scrabble pieces clattering to the floor as he dry humped her. She hadn’t seemed upset about that. In fact it was Kagura who suggested a tactical retreat to her bedroom implying that she was completely fine with his lusty pursuit. She moaned and pushed back her hips, sending him slightly off balance because his leg was still healing. He let her drag him to bed.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” She gasped when they were tangled up in her sheets. Hot and sliding, and gasping, and wet… their moments together raised a delectable urgency under his skin. He loved pulling her hair, biting her flesh, feeling her nails dig into his skin. He loved it when she was on top, and he got to hold onto her beautiful breasts.

Kagura cleared her throat loudly dragging him away from his pleasant memory, and pointed under the table.

Glancing under the table Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.

“That was not my doing.” Sesshomaru stated tersely, and then lightly kicked the lump of flesh tied up and gagged under the kitchen table. That weird smelling lump of flesh squirmed, and Sesshomaru could almost hear the boy’s cussing through the gag. He would make a good footstool, if Sesshomaru could ignore the stench. “And as I recall we have never met for breakfast with vermin hog tied under the kitchen table before; therefore, your argument for it being the reason why we don’t live together is invalid.” Sesshomaru took a sip of his coffee kicking his feet up onto the bound boy. Yes, a very good footstool. Kagura gave him a withering glare. Heart picking up pace, Sesshomaru pulled his feet away.

“You’re such an asshole, Sesshomaru.” Kagura muttered and finally moved, rolling the boy out from under the table and then trying to untie him. “You owe us a new garden hose.” She said ruefully as she tried to untie, or as it really looked, unwrap the young demon.

“As I said before, I did not do this.” Sesshomaru said blandly. He was not looking forward to having the young boy’s mouth be free of the restraint, but he realized it was necessary. Between yesterday, when Naraku first said Chaz’ name, and now, Sesshomaru had come up with very little information about the young demon.

He knew that the boy, who looked as if he was a 12 or 13 year old human, had been playmates with his daughters. Sesshomaru knew that the boy was part of the Prairie Dog demon pack, and that there had to be something going on for Kagura to easily associate with the boy. He knew that last night, and this morning the boy was intoxicated with some substance that Sesshomaru was unfamiliar with.

“Don’t lie, Sesshomaru. I know you don’t like him, but you didn’t have to tie him up.” Kagura said finally freeing the boy’s hands.

“I am not lying. Naraku tied him up.” Sesshomaru replied blandly, “I came into the kitchen this morning, because I smelled something strange. I caught this child sneaking around, and he put a gun in my face.” To support his story, Sesshomaru pointed over to the counter near the sink where the brat’s piece of shit, put together from spare parts, firearm was. “I didn’t even have a chance to grab it. Your father snuck up behind him and hit the boy over the head with a frying pan.” Again he pointed to the sink where the cast iron pan was turned upside down in the basin. “Naraku tied him up with the garden hose and gagged him.”

Kagura was looking at him from the floor with her mouth open and her hands frozen in the knot of the gag.

“I don’t believe you. Naraku hasn’t done anything like that in years.”

Sesshomaru wanted to sigh in exasperation.

“Maybe he just wanted to have his morning coffee in peace.” He said slowly. Sesshomaru wasn’t sure when it would stop being frightening for Kagura to have her father do anything other then sedentary activities. Kagura preferred Naraku as nonthreatening as possible. She preferred him gardening, watching television, playing board games…

Sesshomaru felt that knocking Chaz out was completely justified. The boy was just going to get himself hurt through his own stupidity. The spider hanyou obviously knew who Chaz was, and hadn’t seemed particularly upset that the boy was unconscious after. In fact he had seemed a little more – lucid – than he had for quite a while.

Naraku had turned to make his coffee, and told Sesshomaru to stop making problems for his daughter.

The gag came loose under Kagura’s fingers, and Sesshomaru felt a moment of dull dread that the boy’s mouth was again free to blab nonsense.

“If you start mouthing off I will gag you again.” Kagura warned in a stern voice before helping the boy up off the floor. “Now go sit down at the table. I’ll make French Toast for you both, and then we can talk.”

Sesshomaru watched as Chaz opened his mouth, then closed it, then turned to glare at him before reaching a decision to do what Kagura told him to do. A wise decision indeed.

Handling a quiet version of the boy was far more preferable than the noisy version. Sesshomaru closed his eyes, hands wrapped around his coffee cup, and listened to the sounds of Kagura cooking. He paid attention to the sound of her beating the eggs, the smell of the sugar and cinnamon being added to the mix, and then the sound of the thick bread sizzling in the buttered pan.

The familiar sound and scent made him feel relaxed.

“Thanks.” Chaz mumbled when a plate of steaming hot French Toast was put in front of him. Sesshomaru decided he’d open his eyes, and try to maintain the relaxed state he wanted.

“I need you two to work together.” Kagura said quietly as she handed Sesshomaru a plate. Those words broke his forced relaxation, and Kagura went on even though Chaz made a muffled sound of protest. “I want to avenge my daughters, not foolhardily throw myself to the mercy of their murderers. Both of you have reasons for being here, and for sharing my goals. Chaz, you already know the might of your family. They are hundreds strong, very pack oriented. It is likely that even those who aren’t involved will fight. You’ve told me many times about their storehouses of guns. The Prairie Dog pack is a small army.”

Small army didn’t sound like something that Sesshomaru signed up for.

“But we don’t need him!” Chaz interrupted pointing a finger at Sesshomaru. Obviously the boy didn’t understand the words ‘small army’ in nearly the depth that Sesshomaru did.

“Chaz.” Kagura spoke in a calm voice, tired and patient, “Do you remember what you told me last month? About what you discovered for the Phoenix office?”

Sesshomaru tried to concentrate on the texture of the food in his mouth. He tried to ground himself into the conversation, because he trusted Kagura. He had gone into many battles by her side and relied on her honesty to pull him through many situations. He was old enough to have the wisdom that battles, the real ones, are not fought alone.

“The Syndicate offices in these areas are corrupted by my family.” Chaz said tersely. “That’s why they haven’t gone after my father or uncles for Jill and Hailey.”

“Sesshomaru, the Prairie Dog demons are strong enough with their numbers to bully the Syndicate officials into letting them roam around without spells. The Syndicate’s hold here isn’t as strong. Chaz is inexperienced, I am still bound, you are injured.”

Chaz’ dark eyes shot towards Sesshomaru at Kagura’s words. The boy was looking over him as if searching for his wounds. Sesshomaru tightened his jaw and ignored the dull pain in his leg.

“Inconsequential,” He finally said and reached for his coffee. It was a little bluff, mostly because his senses told him not to trust Chaz. A child he might be, but even children could be tools of destruction. “I need specifics. The size of the expected force, what they are armed with, their experience: We need a plan.” Sesshomaru took a sip of his coffee, “Why should I trust this boy not to go running back to his pack?”

“I was born to them, but I am not their pack.” Chaz growled threateningly. It was a tone that Sesshomaru could ignore. He was only trying to get a gauge for the boy’s honesty, and right now it seemed that he was very transparent.

“Give me information.” Sesshomaru groused. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kagura smile, a quick little flicker of gratitude on her face. The boy shrugged.

“My family is really big, 400 people in the desert compound at least. And there are enough guns to arm everyone, even the children.”

“Prairie Dog demons are fascinated by shiny objects,” Kagura jumped in, “their selection of guns will be varied. They may employ some melee weapons, but they are going to rely on the firearms.”

“Are any of their firearms demonically enhanced?” The answer to this question would be a determining factor in how Sesshomaru planned this. Since the Syndicate became the leading governmental factor for demons weapons with demonic qualities were systematically gathered, destroyed, or bound like their youkai masters.

There weren’t an abundance of youki enhanced firearms even when the Syndicate was weaker. Not many of the old smiths converted from making blades to guns.

“No.” Chaz answered. “It’s too risky even for my family.”

“Good.” Sesshomaru responded. “At least we have some advantage.” He ignored the confused guttural sound that the boy made and looked at Kagura. “Did you keep Tetsusaiga and Tensaiga together?”

“Yes. They are here.” Kagura pushed herself away from the table. Sesshomaru ignored the baffled ‘what’ sound from the boy as Kagura left the room. Silently Sesshomaru ate his food while Chaz kept glancing at him confused.

Waiting patiently, Sesshomaru thought on the precious swords. His heirlooms, memories of a time so far in the past that he sometimes wondered if he had actually lived it or if it was a dream. When Kagura returned to the room with a sword in each hand, well taken care of and best yet not bound.

“Wow.” Chaz muttered with his mouth full. No doubt the kid could feel the demonic energy rolling off the weapons, though Sesshomaru felt that the youki of the brother swords was gentle in comparison to other weapons. He remembered the days of carrying Tensaiga by his side. He remembered the nights of looking at Tetsusaiga’s blade as if he could divine the future. He remembered wanting, and living.

Sesshomaru remembered what it was like to have power.

Sesshomaru remembered that the brother swords were another reason why he never challenged the supposed marital status between him and Kagura.

When Sesshomaru lived in Japan he wasn’t allowed to have his swords, his heirlooms, his family history or pride. But it was only because of the laws for that country; no one needed a license to obtain a sword in the United States. So as it was Kagura had vouched to bring the two masterpieces to the United States under the pretense that as his wife she was entitled to his property.

The Syndicate acquiesced to her request for the swords. They did not see the magnificent works as dangerous. Tetsusaiga was already bound by a spell that Sesshomaru’s father had placed on it many years ago disallowing him from even handling the finely crafted blade. That same spell made it so that very few demons could actually touch the blade, and even fewer could wield it.

In fact, Sesshomaru could only count four people who had ever wielded the sword: His honored father, himself (although not without significant injury), Inuyasha, and Kagura.

By all rights Kagura shouldn’t have even been able to touch the blade. By all rights it should have stayed hanging on the wall of Sesshomaru’s old home collecting dust until some hapless human came along and sold it off or put it in a museum.

When Rin was alive it was mounted on the wall over their bed. It stood guard for her very short life, and when she died Sesshomaru dreamed of forgetting about the sword. If he hadn’t known about Tetsusaiga, if he hadn’t coveted it, he never would have known Rin for all the good and bad. If he hadn’t known of Tetsusaiga and craved power so absolute it would have destroyed him, his father would never have had Tensaiga forged from the great sword.

And if he never had Tensaiga…

Things would be different, and he was unable to conceptualize how.

But two years after Rin died, and Sesshomaru mourned so deeply that he neglected his landholding duties, bold demons came to attack his house. Sesshomaru had been gravely injured, Tensaiga putting up a barrier to protect him as its master and calling to its brother for protection.

To this day Sesshomaru wasn’t sure how Kagura came to hold it, to tap into its power. He had a feeling that the sword let its guard down for her because of her tearful plea to allow her to protect Sesshomaru.

Of course Kagura had no form, had no experience with that kind of weapon, but the windscar proved to be intuitive to her elemental nature. The sword never allowed her to utilize any other attack, or she was unable to, it was not clear which was the case.

And then there was Tesnsaiga.

The Syndicate only let him have that sword as a laugh, very few could see the danger in a sword meant for the soul purpose of bringing back the dead. Not that Sesshomaru felt the sword could be particularly threatening, especially since the sword was stubborn and selective. Even if Sesshomaru could wield it like some new age necromancer he wouldn’t.

At the very least the sword offered some sense of protection.

“This is stupid.” Chaz interrupted, and Sesshomaru shot the boy a withering glare. This child was way too mouthy for his own good. “Sure they are cool, but what good are ninja swords against guns?”

“You are so very young, and still so very stupid.” Sesshomaru muttered taking Tensaiga into his hands with an old familiarity. It felt good to hold the sword again.

“Sesshomaru,” Kagura said, low and cautious, “Chaz does have a point. Tensaiga isn’t made for war. You will need a fighting weapon.”

Sesshomaru started and looked to Kagura her hands trembling protectively over Tetsusaiga’s sheath. He remembered Bakusaiga, and knew that the sword was far beyond his reach. Even though Bakusaiga was his by right, the Syndicate had found that weapon too dangerous and threatening.

And a symbol of power.

Sesshomaru closed his eyes and wished that he could wrench his sword from its new place. At the hands of another inuyoukai; The leader of the Syndicate, Denjiyasu.

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