Fifty Years | By : nika1280 Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 27198 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, Sesshomaru or any other character from the series created by the wonderful Ms. Takahashi. I do, however, own any OC's and the plot to this story.
Why did Myoga seek out Sesshomaru? How sick is Inuyasha? Which is better--the devil you know or the devil you don't know? Inuyasha picks the unknown, setting himself up for future tribulations...
Sorry if you find this chapter a little boring, but it's a set up for the action/angst that's going to take off next chapter.
~*~
"Wake up, Mama. You’re supposed to read to me today," Inuginsenshi said as he gently shook Inuyasha’s shoulder. The hanyou didn’t budge.
"Mama? Come on, wake up," the boy pleaded, shaking his mother harder. Inuyasha didn’t move.
"Mama? Wake up, Mama! Please wake up! Please," Gin screamed, his voice becoming progressively higher.
Keiji and Akeno heard the commotion and ran into the common room where their brother was trying to awaken their mother.
"What’s wrong, Gin?" Kei asked, staring at his mother’s still form. Akeno bent down and started jostling his mother as well, to no avail.
"Mama won’t wake up. I can’t wake him up!" Gin cried, close to hysterics.
"Shippo, Kirara help! We can’t wake up Mama! Help!" yelled Akeno as he ran out of the den. Shippo and Kirara, along with Myoga and the other children, took off for the common room as if the hounds of hell were at their feet. Once there, they took in Inuyasha’s pathetic state.
"Keiji, you and Akeno take your brothers and sisters outside. There’s some lunch already prepared—go eat. We’ll take care of your mother," Shippo ordered. The children started to protest, but stopped once they looked at their mother. They obediently filed out of the den.
"He’s really bad this time," Shippo said to Myoga and Kirara. They agreed. Truthfully, the hanyou looked to be at death’s door.
"I don’t know how long he is going to last," Myoga pointed out. "The last time I sampled his blood, it was thinner than it normally has been since he became sick."
Kirara didn’t say anything. Instead, she sniffed around the half demon, paying careful attention to his hips and shoulders. She also touched his stomach with her nose and noted with some alarm that Inuyasha’s normally puffy stomach had become turgid. Walking over to Shippo and Myoga, she told them of her findings.
"Inuyasha has a wasting disease. He’s had it for years," Kirara informed them. "I found out a while ago, and he asked me not to tell you all because he didn’t want you to worry. It’s gotten worse, recently. The herbs we’ve been giving him aren’t enough to slow the sickness, and he needs more help than we can give."
Shippo and Myoga silently took in what the firecat told them. It made sense with their observations of the hanyou over the last few years. He’d gradually decreased his workload until he only oversaw the children’s lessons in the morning then he rested the remainder of the day. They could tell that even the morning lessons were taking a lot out of him, but he refused to rest more.
"It is as I feared," Myoga whispered. "He has the same illness that killed his mother. We must act quickly."
"I never thought I’d say this, but we’re gonna have to tell Sesshomaru," Shippo decided. "As much as I hate to involve him, he may be the only one who can help Inuyasha recover."
The others agreed.
"If I may, Shippo, why don’t I visit the healer Jinenji first? I can take him a sample of Master Inuyasha’s blood. He may have some idea of what can be done to help Master Inuyasha heal."
It was agreed—Myoga would leave for Jinenji’s hut in the morning, and the other two would keep his whereabouts secret. It wouldn’t do for Inuyasha to become upset if he woke up; it could only hinder his recuperation. Shippo and Kirara remained at the den, caring for Inuyasha and his children.
They realized that if Inuyasha didn’t receive help soon, he would die. Sesshomaru was not only the strongest demon alive (and the one with the most resources), but he was also Inuyasha’s mate. His presence might be enough to stabilize Inuyasha’s condition, and if it wasn’t, he would have the means for getting Inuyasha the help he needed.
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Inuyasha was in a comatose-state, dreaming of his mate and their life together. He was barely conscious for a few precious minutes a day, enough to eat and relieve himself. He grew even thinner, his skin taking on a pasty hue…
"You’re heat scent is positively delicious," said Sesshomaru, licking his lips.
"I don’t wanna do this—I don’t know how to do it," Inuyasha told him, frightened and aroused at the same time.
"You don’t care about me, Sesshomaru! You only care about what’s best for the lands. I hate you sometimes!" Inuyasha yelled, readying his sword to attack his mate. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes, readying his whip. The fight was on.
"Oh Sess," he groaned in the throes of ecstasy. "More, Sess, more!" White lights blinded his vision as his body quaked above his mate. His orgasm was powerful, sapping him of strength, but his mate wouldn’t have it. He still needed completion. Hours of lovemaking followed.
"We’re going to have a baby, Sesshomaru. Who would’ve ever thought that would happen to us," Inuyasha said, a smile on his face. His mate simply kissed him.
"Why do I have boobs?" Inuyasha screamed, clutching himself and staring in the mirror. "Hey, they feel kinda nice…"
"It’s a boy, Lord Sesshomaru. Your first child is a boy," the healer told them, before returning to Inuyasha when the pains increased.
"I love you, Sesshomaru," an exhausted Inuyasha whispered before the darkness claimed him.
"Another baby—we’re on a roll," Inuyasha joked when they found out about Mareo. Sesshomaru showed his appreciation all day that time.
"It’s a boy, Lord Inuyasha," Kimi told him, delivering his third child. "He’s beautiful."
"You know, Sess. Even though you’re a bastard and we pretty much entered this mating on a whim, I don’t mind it any more. You’re pretty nice when you wanna be," Inuyasha said, laughing at his mate’s scowl.
"You can do it, Inuyasha—just a little more. I know you’re tired mate, but our child needs you," Sesshomaru coached during Kameko’s birth.
"I love you, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru stated, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. Inuyasha was shocked, but a beautiful smile bloomed on his face nonetheless.
"Oh gods…" Inuyasha groaned. "Yes, right there…yeah, that’s it," he said, as his brother taunted and teased him. A swift tug on his balls led to his eyes rolling back.
"Not again—we’re gonna have our own tribe of dog demons pretty soon," Inuyasha joked with his mate. A slight chuckle was his answer.
"Izayoi, you look so much like my mother. I’m sure she would have loved you if she could have met you," Inuyasha cooed to his baby daughter, the new light in his life.
"She’s not Mine! Filthy liar! Half-breed whore! She’s not Mine! Filthy liar! Half-breed whore! She’s not Mine! Filthy liar! Half-breed whore! She’s not Mine! Filthy liar! Half-breed whore! She’s not Mine! Filthy liar! Half-breed whore!
There was no rest for the weary in Inuyasha’s dreams.
~*~
The old flea had traveled for days, and was really exhausted. It was no small distance between Shippo and Kirara’s den and Jinenji’s hut, and the flea had traveled at top speed because time was of the essence. Once he arrived, he got down to business.
"Greetings, Jinenji. I am Myoga, vassal and servant to Master Inuyasha," Myoga started, getting the introductions out of the way.
"Ah, Inuyasha. I have not seen him in some time," Jinenji commented. "How is he faring these days?"
"Not well, Jinenji. In fact, that is why I have come to you. I am in need of answers, and you are the only one that can give them to me," Myoga told him.
"I will do whatever I can to help," he replied.
Jinenji looked perplexed. He figured that it must have been something seriously wrong if Myoga had come all this way to seek out his opinion. Last he’d heard of Inuyasha, the dog demon was residing in the Western Lands. Jinenji lived in the southeastern portion of the country, a good week’s travel from the palace. He wondered what could be wrong, and set about asking Myoga detailed questions about the hanyou’s illness.
"Very good. Master Inuyasha has been ill for some time, but it was a very slow progression. At first he got tired more often, but we thought nothing of it since he had just given birth—" Myoga said.
"Wait—he has children? A mate? I think you’ll need to start at the beginning, Myoga, so I can thoroughly assess his condition," Jinenji suggested, all kinds of questions popping into his head.
"Very well then," Myoga replied, launching into a detailed history of Inuyasha’s life over the last twenty or so years. Jinenji rarely interrupted him, too focused on gleaning even the smallest amount of information that could pinpoint the illness. When Myoga mentioned the hanyou’s separation from his mate and the subsequent birth of their child, Jinenji had to interrupt.
"Excuse me, Myoga, but I have to ask you something very important. During the labor with his last child, did Inuyasha bleed excessively or from different places?" a picture of the ailment forming in his head.
"Why yes, he did. It was terrible. There was so much blood, more blood than he’d lost during Kameko’s birth, and that one was a big one. Fifteen pounds she was, almost tore him up from the inside trying to get out. But with this new baby, he bled heavily from his genitals and from his nose," Myoga informed, "He developed a curious nose bleed, and none of use knew why, but we were more focused on getting the baby out. Oh, it was indeed a horrible time."
The horse hanyou had barely paid attention to Myoga after he answered yes. He believed he knew what was wrong with Inuyasha, and if his hunch was correct, the hanyou was on borrowed time. Before he gave a diagnosis, he wanted to know two more things.
"Myoga, is he in pain, especially in his legs and stomach?" he asked, hoping against hope that the answer was no.
"Yes, he is," Myoga whispered, taking in the grim look on Jinenji’s face. Whatever he was thinking couldn’t bode well for his master. Myoga just hoped it wasn’t the same disease that he thought his master had caught.
"Jinenji, I have a sample of his blood that I wanted you to analyze. I can tell you that it is thinner than it should be and it tastes different, almost bitter," Myoga said as he spit the blood into a vial. He knew what the bitterness was, even if Inuyasha would not confirm his suspicions. Jinenji took the offered specimen and asked one last question.
"Has he been separated from his mate the entire time that you have noticed the symptoms?"
"Yes, he has," Myoga responded, once again observing Jinenji as a grimace appeared on his face.
It seemed as if their hanyou friend was in more trouble than any of them realized.
~*~
After spending a week with the healer, Myoga had his answer and his worse fears confirmed. The half-demon was indeed sick with the disease that had killed his most gracious mother. What was worse—he had been poisoned with a strong acid at a crucial stage in his illness. This poisoning coupled with his pregnancy allowed the disease to gain a foothold in his master, and it was slowly ravaging his body. Myoga increased his speed to the Western palace, hoping to find Lord Sesshomaru within its walls. His Lord needed to know the critical condition of his mate, and he was the only one who could help Inuyasha.
Myoga didn’t envy his job, though. No one wanted to tell the Western Lord, the Great and Fearsome Demon Sesshomaru that his mate was dying and it was his fault.
The old flea could only hope that he would be alive after the encounter.
~*~
Six weeks after Myoga left, Inuyasha recovered enough to regain some of his duties. He couldn’t do any of the outside work or much lifting, but he could still teach the kids and cook for them. It was the least he could do for Shippo and Kirara, who had taken on care for him and his children during his illness. Even though they protested, the stubborn hanyou was not about to pull his weight.
‘Even if I am dying, I can still help,’ he thought, as he overlooked the children’s lessons.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Myoga had been gone for a while, and Shippo and Kirara were evasive about his whereabouts when asked. ‘Humph, most likely went off to begin preparing for my demise,’ Inuyasha thought bitterly.
His thoughts turned from such morose topics when Myoga returned a few days later, bearing medicines to help combat his illness. Turns out, the old flea had visited Jinenji and the horse hanyou had given him herbal remedies to help Inuyasha recover. Inuyasha was grateful to Myoga for his aid, even if it was useless. He was also a little perplexed by the questions Myoga asked him.
The flea had informed him that when he last tasted his blood, there was a bitterness in there. Taking a sample of it to Jinenji, the healer confirmed that there were traces of poison in Inuyasha’s blood. Myoga wanted to know if his master had any idea of who could have delivered such a strong poison to the half-demon that years later it still lingered in his system. At first Inuyasha was perplexed, but as he thought over his last encounter with his mate, he knew who was the culprit. He had forgotten that Sesshomaru had grabbed him by the neck, piercing his skin with his claws and injecting his acidic poison into the hanyou. Kimi had a hard time treating those wounds because the poison slowed down both his restorative properties and her remedies. Inuyasha, however, was not going to tell Myoga the truth behind his poisoning. As much as he disliked his mate’s actions, he still loved the demon and would not have anyone think less of him.
Myoga was strangely attentive to Inuyasha for the next few days, observing his habits and actions like a hawk. Inuyasha found it odd, and somewhat disconcerting, but figuring that the old flea was just being over-protective, he let it go. He was even more confused, however, when not two weeks after he returned, Myoga once again disappeared. The flea had not been away from him and his kids for more than a few weeks during their entire time in exile, yet here he was, once again, leaving for an undetermined amount of time after having been gone for over a month. Shippo and Kirara, once again, were of no help, and Inuyasha began to have the strangest feeling that they were planning something without his knowledge.
It wasn’t until a week after Myoga’s second departure that he figured out the flea’s errand, and when he did, he was furious…
The kids were asleep and Shippo and Kirara were outside performing their nightly chores. Inuyasha was restless—he was supposed to be resting on his futon, but he quickly grew tired of being an invalid as he spent the vast majority of his days in bed. It was irritating, to say the least. Gathering up his energy, he left the den and walked outside into the moonlight. So lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the hushed conversation between Shippo and Kirara.
"How long do you think it’ll take, Kirara?" Shippo asked as he stacked meat in the smokehouse.
A series of mews and purrs were his answer, indistinguishable to Inuyasha from such a distance.
"It’s already been almost two months, though. Do you think he found out anything from Jinenji that could help?" Shippo wondered, silently questioning the intelligence of their plan. "If Inuyasha finds out, he’s gonna kill us!"
‘Jinenji? I’m gonna kill them? What the hell is going on?’ Inuyasha thought to himself, inching closer to the two demons. Fortunately, the noise they were making was enough to cover his movement.
"I know, Kirara, we had no choice. We had to send word to Sesshomaru—Inuyasha’s dying and he’s the only one who can help," Shippo sighed, dejected. He didn’t like betraying his friend’s trust, but he’d be damned if he was going to watch Inuyasha die before his eyes without trying to help in any way he could. A sharp intake of air directed his attention to the outside. Getting up, Shippo was shocked to find Inuyasha hiding behind the door.
"Why? Why would you betray me?" he demanded, scowling at Shippo and Kirara who had come to sit on his shoulder.
"Inuyasha, we’re worried about you. I can tell you’re dying—you might think you can fool me, Kirara and the kids, but you can’t. I don’t know everything that happened between you and Sesshomaru, but he has a right to know!" Shippo insisted, hoping to reach his friend and dim the increasing light of betrayal in his eyes.
"You’re right, Shippo! You don’t know! You, Kirara, Myoga—none of you know what that bastard did to me," he hissed harshly.
"Come on, Inuyasha—we know you two fought over Izayoi, and we’re sure he was a bastard about it, but you need his help," Shippo pleaded with Inuyasha to see the wisdom in their choice.
"You have no idea. That bastard tried to kill me! He claimed I cheated on him with another demon and that Izayoi wasn’t his child. He fucking poisoned me and broke my arm the night before I left. I don’t know what stopped him from finishing me, but it sure as hell wasn’t love," Inuyasha murmured, more to himself than his friends. As much as he tried to block out that night, it kept coming back to haunt him. His mate didn’t love him, couldn’t have ever loved him, or else he wouldn’t have believed those scandalous lies about Inuyasha.
Shippo and Kirara fell silent, both of them trying to absorb the truth of Inuyasha’s words. Sesshomaru accused his brother, lover, and mother to his children of cheating on him and having another demon’s baby. He’d tried to kill Inuyasha, wounding him severely while he was pregnant with their last child. He had driven his mate to do the one thing he hated more than anything—flee. Inuyasha had survived with his and Kirara’s help these last nine and a half years, but not without a cost: his health. And they—his two trusted friends—had gone behind his back and invited the devil into their home.
"Inuyasha, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. If I had—" Shippo started, too shocked to articulate his apology. Kirara walked over to her friend and rubbed against his legs, a silent apology and a gesture of comfort.
Inuyasha sighed. His friends didn’t know what had happened because he had never told them. It was just as much his fault as theirs. Besides, he couldn’t stay mad at the only people willing to take him and his children in without a good explanation. Shippo, Kirara and Myoga were just as much his family and his children and Sesshomaru. He would do the right thing: forgive them.
"It’s ok you guys. You were only looking out for me, right?" he managed a weak smile. Shippo nodded his head and Kirara mewed.
"Now, we have to get out of here," Inuyasha told them. The two readily agreed.
~*~
A week later found the family on the road again for the first time in almost ten years. They still had the horse and cart, so Inuyasha, Shippo and Kirara loaded as much food, medicine, clothing and other supplies into the cart as possible. They had no idea how long they were going to be on the road, or where they were going. They just knew they needed to get out of the den as soon as possible.
The children, although confused about the reasons for the move, were happy to be out exploring other parts of Japan. Their mother hadn’t let them venture beyond the forest of the den. He said something about protecting them from bad people. They didn’t quite understand, but they knew the consequences well.
One day Keiji, Akeno and Mareo were playing in the woods, some strategy game or another (the boys had an unhealthy obsession with violence that could have come only from their father) and they decided to go beyond the barrier. It was nothing really—just a mile or so away from it. They were playing in a field when they felt the angry aura of their mother. He was pissed, to put it lightly. The boys were grounded from outside play and books (Mareo’s favorite pastime) for a month. After that, the children decided it best not to press their mother on the issue of going outside the barrier.
As such, it was with light hearts that the Taisho children embarked upon this new journey. Their mother looked better than he had in months, their friends were with them, and they were going on an adventure. Maybe they would even get to see their beloved Papa, whom they missed terribly. None of them, however, could have predicted the tragic events that were about to unfold.
~*~
Thank you to all those who are reading and enjoying my story. Special thanks to SP 777 (hi!), nette, neko (hi!), ArchNemesis, and Princess Sin for reviewing—I appreciate you all taking time out to tell me your thoughts. You rock!
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