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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Again, there is no corresponding normal-version chapter - but this is not the end. ^^ If it were the end, i wuld put 'THE END' at the end. So no scary reviews saying 'HOMG is it the end?!' please ^^

Chapter Thirteen

Captive Moon

I sigh as the pain in my stomach fades away, calming Inu-maru again. The moon on my forehead has faded completely away again; it will not be long now. Then I can rid myself of it and my life will regain as much normalcy as is possible for a weakened male demon with a child.

Inuyasha should be coming to visit his son soon… he should be relieved to know that I will soon no longer have an excuse to refuse him… Actually, I think I might be relieved myself soon. I’ve been wanting him recently, but of course I’ve held off, because I told him he would have to wait and I am not a liar.

My son reaches out and pats his small hand on my stomach; it is rather endearing, but it makes me think of the other child… Inu-maru may never forgive me for what I must do to it. I must, however, and I will, regardless. What are my other options? To hand the child over to Naraku? To burden Inuyasha with the son of his greatest enemy? Naraku would take me along with the child and Inuyasha may never get me back this time. Inuyasha would never love such an abomination, and I would rather not force him to ever see it. It must die, then. The next time Inuyasha comes, I will likely no longer be pregnant. With any luck, he will not ask what happened.

Inu tugs on the fur slung over my shoulder. I wonder if he can transform like me, or is more like Inuyasha in that respect… He is three quarters inuyoukai… Then again, he is one quarter human. Perhaps, instead, he will turn human, as a hanyou. Maybe both. That would be odd… then again, it would suit this situation perfectly.

Inuyasha asked me if I ever talked to him… I had no idea why he would ask such a stupid thing. I rarely speak to those who can understand and respond to me; why would I talk to a newborn infant? He pointed out that Inu-maru would never learn to speak if he was never spoken to. I cannot recall my parents speaking to me when I was a child like this, but then again, I lived with more than a single person, and I heard them speaking to each other. I still do not talk to him, however. Perhaps he will be more quiet than Inuyasha, if he is raised in near silence…

He giggles, apparently to himself, and grabs the fur again. I gently pry his hand away, supporting him on my arm, and hold him away from it. I should find him something else to play with, I think… Then again, have I anything better to do, than be a plaything for my son?

I wonder when Inuyasha will come again… He is the only contact I have with any sentient being. A small child is hardly a sentient being, after all. He may hear and know and remember (though then again, he may not), but he incapable of meaningful communication, independent thought or action, or anything but the most basic instincts and emotions. Without Jaken and Rin, or any other servants around me, I feel the craving for any sort of real interaction… In short, I am lonely. I have real doubts that I have ever felt this way before, and it disturbs me. I have no wish to need anyone, for any reason… and I find myself craving my weakling half-brother’s company above all else. Of course I cannot let him know this, however, and have no intention of doing so. If nothing else, I can be incredibly patient when the need arises.

A sigh escapes me as I look out the window again. I wish he were here now…

I frown, stilling Inu-maru. It appears darker than it should be outside… Why, I know not. It is not an eclipse – I would feel that. In fact, it is slightly… purple. Almost a haze…

The smell reaches me suddenly, and I nearly gag. Poison; Inu hardly seems to even smell it, so I doubt it will affect him too badly, and it is not deadly to me, but it frightens me… it is Naraku’s poisonous air, and we are in the middle of it. He is coming for me again, and I have no time to get away…

He is already here. I can hear him now, downstairs. He makes no effort to hide his approach. Is he that confident that I can do nothing to him, or that I cannot escape even if I should try? He cannot possibly think I would make no effort.

But, Inu –! He will surely kill him if he knows he is here! I cannot allow that to happen… I cannot allow him to kill my son!

I look quickly around the room. There is a small alcove hidden behind one of the hangings on the wall, used for candles at night and hidden during the day. Quickly, I grab his blanket, the fire-rat cloth Inuyasha left for him, and the child himself, and place them all within.

Hurry!

I cover my son to make sure he will be comfortable, swaddling him completely in the cloth. He begins to make a gurgling noise; I place a finger sharply over his lips to silence him.

“Inu-maru,” I say quietly. I know he can hear me. I believe he can understand me. I am not so certain that he can comprehend, but I must try. “Be silent. Wait for your father. He will take care of you.” Before he can make another noise, I kiss his forehead – please do not let this be the last time I will see him! – and hide him once more, looking quickly around the room to make sure that there is no evidence of his existence. Thank the gods he sleeps with me and there is no furniture to prove his presence!

The room will pass any cursory inspection. I cannot stay here, though, so that Naraku will have much opportunity to look any deeper. I check the corridor swiftly to make sure he has not arrived here yet and flee – I am not ashamed to admit it, I am fleeing the room to make sure that my son is safe. Perhaps I truly can escape the castle before he catches me…

“Going somewhere?”

My breath catches, but I duck around the corner regardless. Yes, I am running… running away from him. I am afraid of him. Afraid of what he will do to me, but more afraid of what he will do to my innocent child, if he finds him.

I feel a backward yank – he grabs my hair and pulls me to a stop. Then he pulls harder and brings me crashing back to the ground at his feet. I hold the back of my head in pain, and look up at him – that insufferable smirk, sadistic red eyes. He has won, and he knows it well.

I choose not to answer. He chooses to forgive my indiscretion, and instead hauls me to my feet, bending me to be shorter than him, my head tilted painfully back. He smirks again and forces a rough kiss on me. I cannot even resist this intrusion… I truly am pitiful.

“I’ve missed you,” he says almost playfully, and pulls me down the hall. “I knew your filthy brother wouldn’t want to protect you – he left you all alone, and so vulnerable… I should thank him later. He made it so much easier for me to get my bitch back.”

I grab his wrist, pulling his hand from my hair and not as much as wincing as he pulls nearly handful of it out. I stand up straight, looking down at him and digging my claws into him, releasing generous amounts of poison.

“I am not your bitch,” I verily hiss at him. “And I will not be your prisoner again. You may as well kill me, if that is your plan.”

He smirks and grabs my throat. “Nice thing about having two arms…” he muses as he strangles me. “Being able to do two things at once.” My hand falls away from his wrist as he deprives me of oxygen, and everything starts to fade. I hear his voice floating to me as everything goes black.

“Don’t worry… I won’t kill you yet…”

“Inu-maru…”

The strangled whisper comes from my own damaged throat… these surroundings… they smell familiar… yet I have no idea where I am. Inuyasha is not here… This is not my home… where am I? Where is my son?

“That must be your brat.” My eyes snap open to find Naraku standing there, beside the bed.. No – gods, no. Not here again…

“I assume Inuyasha took him,” he continues. “Who in their right mind would leave a defenseless child with such a pathetic guardian, after all? Plus, it’s not like he actually cares about you. He’d stay to protect you if he did.” He smirks.

I have to wonder how true that is… He was not there to protect me… he was off with his friends. Because of him, our son could be dying right now. Naraku will kill me – I will force him to kill me. Preferably before his child is born, but if he refuses to do it, I will not allow him to keep me as a pet again. I will die – I will kill myself if he will not.

He strokes my cheek almost tenderly, brushing hair away from my eyes; I growl and jerk my head away. For that, he grabs my hair painfully and forces me to look up at him, making it hard for me to breathe.

“Do I have to re-teach you everything, pet?” he asks. “Because I will, if that’s what it takes. Do you want that?”

Of course not – nothing he has to teach me interests me in the slightest.

Before I can answer such, and get myself hurt for it, I am sure, my stomach revolts, the worst episode yet. I choke and manage to pull myself away from him, doubling over myself. He realizes what it is after a moment, just as I am beginning to breathe again. I almost could not stop it that time…

He grabs my hair again, looking at me in pure rage. “If you force yourself to throw up, bitch, so help me, you will be begging me to kill you!”

“There is no forcing about it…” I pant out. “It will happen whether I will it or no… your child is dying, Naraku.”

He throws me down on the bed. “It’s your fault,” he spits out. “If this child is less than perfect, you’ll never see the light of day again.”

“You never intend to free me anyway…” I push myself up with my arm, my hair still hanging around me.

“But I can make it a lot more unpleasant.”

I say nothing… why bother? I will not survive this anyway. I will never see my son, or the light of day, again. I will never see Inuyasha again.

As soon as he leaves this room, I shall kill myself.

He runs his fingers through my hair as he stand up. “I’ll leave you alone to get reaccustomed to your room, shall I?” he says, and makes a move toward the door. “I think I’ll leave you unchained this time… but, if you do anything untoward, rest assured that I have the ability to and no compunction about chaining you again.”

I care not. I only know that it will make it easier for me to do this if I am not bound.

He seems not to care that I do not answer him, and leaves me alone. For a moment, I only sit here on the bed, my hand on my stomach, thinking. I find it increasingly hard to believe that Inuyasha truly cares about me as anything more than the bearer of his children… he let Naraku take me again, after all. After all… I am not one of his ‘friends’.

Inu-maru… it may well be better than he does not grow up around such weakness as I am. I would be lying if I said that it is as much for him as myself that I prepare to take my own life, but it will certainly benefit him.

And… that is all I have any possibility of wanting to live for. I can easily reason them both away; obviously, they are not really very good reasons. As I thought: I have no regrets.

I sit up on my knees and place my hand over my heart. This is doing me no good anyway; I may as well remove it. I expel my breath and dig my claws into my skin, ignoring the pain. Through the muscle. Past the ribs. I break a rib and ignore the pain – such pain! – as I reach for my heart, the smell of blood overwhelming, the warm ink rushing from my chest to paint the bed and my chest and arm crimson. So close…

“Oh, and, pet…” the door swings open again as Naraku returns; I refuse to look up and bury my hand further in my flesh. I have to do this!

“You will NOT!” he yells. His purplish-black fog fills my vision; in desperation I clench my hand inside my chest, gritting my teeth with the pain, praying I succeeded…
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