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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42732 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 13: Noisy Cargo

Inu Yasha stomped out of the thick forest heavy with his wiggling cargo. In one arm he had a loud mouth woman shouting obscenities that had even him blushing and another girl struggling on his shoulder. He tightened his hold. “Eyes ahead wench. If ya run again, I’ll throttle ya!” He threatened the third woman stalling ahead of him. She steadily slowed her pace looking for opportunities to flee. “Don’t try me woman, MOVE!” he bore his fangs making the woman stumble far ahead of him.
That third girl made him chase her down twice before he finally had to threaten her into cooperation. He could have carried her, but that would have been uncomfortable for the women and they struggled too damn much to bother. So, with no other choice, the hanyou was left with letting the least skittish one walk herself back to the village. The two in his arms were completely uncooperative so was no way he was putting them down until he was in the village where their family can deal with them.
It was only a few hours ago when villagers grew worried about the sudden disappearances of the girls and asked for him to go look for them. So he, being the overly nice hanyou that he was, rallied Miroku and quickly jumped into action. Expecting the worst, they took off into the forest ready to rescue, what they assumed were, abducted girls doomed to be some demon’s dinner only to stumble into the most unlikely battlefield.
Inu youkai, about half a dozen of them, littered the forest floor writhing and moaning in agony. Sampling the balmy air, Inu Yasha recognized them as the males of Sesshoumaru’s clan; fair skin, silver hair, with fancy traditional white silks that hung off their bodies in tatters. Hovering over the fallen males where the girls in question that ignored their arrival completely. They hugged the males close as if they were fucking babes to be coddled. He couldn’t tell who was sicker, the demons being coddled by human girls, or the human girls coddling demons.
“These males have fallen under an ailment of some sort. I sense no magic at work here so we needn’t worry about spells or curses.” Miroku assessed as he stepped into the clearing behind him.
Inu Yasha responded with a shrug. “Yeah well it doesn’t take a healer to know what wrong with them. Look.” He urged with a tilt of his head in the direction of one of the males.
“Hmmm.” Miroku hummed thoughtfully as he approached the lone male that was lying unconscious on the ground. His pristine garb was soaked with sweat and he sported a painful erection that steadily stained his clothing. The monk looked to the other males to find them in the same state. Shaking his head, he looked worriedly to the girls clinging to the males. “We have to get these girls away from these males. They can’t be of a sound mind in this condition.” He stood.
“No kiddin’.” Inu Yasha agreed as he stepped forward to call out to the girls. “Oi. Yer families sent for ya. Let’s go.” Pensive looks in his direction was the only sign he got that they even heard him. “It’s not safe for you here. They’re not themselves and could turn on ya in a heartbeat. So leave those bastards alone and go home.” When no one moved, Inu Yasha sighed in irritation. “They won’t move.”
Miroku stepped forward and attempted to talk to the girls, and like Inu Yasha’s, his words feel unto deaf ears. They stubbornly refused to leave the demon’s sides. After countless attempts, they were left with no other choice but to resort to force. And that ended up more work than Inu Yasha ever had to do. Slaying demons, hauling heavy cargo, and even scaring off thieves he could handle with no problem. Hell, he couldn’t help fast enough. But manhandling a bunch of sobbing love struck girls? He’d rather eat glass and shit tea cups.
Growling irritably, Inu Yasha looked over his shoulder to Miroku bringing up the rear behind him carting the last two girls. Both of them were tucked under his arms kicking and screaming; a hardheaded bunch of broads. “Now, now ladies. Your families are waiting for you. You don’t want to worry them anymore than you already have do you?”
“But I love him.”
Inu Yasha rolled his eyes and snorted.
“What business is this of yours huh? Dontcha got anythin’ better to do besides play fetch, huh dog boy?” If there was anybody he should have left behind, it should have been this rude little heifer.
Inu Yasha growled and shook her into silence. “Ah shaddap!”
The girl on his shoulder decided to add to his mounting headache by whining in his ear. “Let us go please. They need us.” She attempted to scramble off his shoulder, but he held fast.
“I just bet they do.” The hanyou looked up in time to watch the girl in front make a break for it and dashed towards the forest, again. This time he may make good on his threat and strangle the bitch. “Oi! Get back here!” He snarled when the girls in his arms doubled their efforts to break free of his hold to slow him down. “Cut it out you two! MIROKU!”
The monk sighed with regret as he struggled with the same problem. “My hands are full here Inu Yasha. We’ll retrieve her later.”
“God dammit!” InuYasha took off ahead and barged into the first hut he saw. He dumped the women in the arms of one of the village men. “Take them to their mothers. And whatever you do, don’t let go of them. ” He paused to glare at the mouthy one. “And gag this wench. She’s a ball buster.” He warned before charging back towards the forest pass a struggling Miroku.
“Ladies please behave yourselves.” He heard the monk try to placate them to no avail.
Inu Yasha pushed through the brush and found the girl shaking one of the males trying to rouse him. With a sigh, he stalked over to the girl and reached to remove her when the male woke and snarled while pulling the girl close. The male’s eyes were red with malice as he moved to pin the girl beneath him possessively making his claim clear. Recognizing the hostile body language, Inu Yasha slowly retreated with his hands palms out to pacify the posturing male.
“She’s human.” Inu Yasha reminded him calmly as he kept his eyes on the male’s face showing no interest in the female beneath him.
“Mine!” The male snarled growing more aggressive. He was crouched low over the girl completely blocking Inu Yasha’s view of her.
“Is she for keeps? She gotta a mother waiting for her.” Inu Yasha ventured cautiously.
The male seemed to contemplate his words before leaning down to nuzzle her neck. Inu Yasha rolled his eyes at the sight. “Keep.” The male finally answered in a voice that was thick lust.
While the male was distracted, Inu Yasha chanced addressing the female. “You fine with this? He could resent you after he snaps out of it and kill you ya know. You and your children will he scorned by human and demon alike.”
The girl buried her head into the male’s shoulders making him in turn lash out at Inu Yasha. “Leave!”
Here he was trying to be nice and warn the hard headed bitch about the risks she was taking and she couldn’t be bothered with thanking him for his effort. Inu Yasha snarled. “Alright. Fine. Let him fuck ya brains out. It’s no skin off my ass!” Retreating back until he was a good distance away, Inu Yasha turned on his heel and left the area with a confused shake of his head.
What the hell were wrong with these girls? These were full demons for fuck’s sake. Not wounded puppies to fawn over. Since when did they find demons so fucking fascinating?
“Any luck?” Miroku inquired as he met the fuming hanyou halfway.
Tossing him a droll glare, Inu Yasha seethed, “What do you think?” At the sight of his friend’s understanding nod, he calmed realizing he had no reason to be so nasty. “She managed to get one of them awake and got the bastard posturing. She aint going nowhere…won’t be walking pretty soon either.”
“She’s but 14 winters. And her mother already betrothed her to another.”
“Well that sounds like a personal problem now doesn’t it? So where’s the brat’s mother?” Inu Yasha asked as he kept stalking towards the village.
“She’s the lady waiting near our hut.” Miroku fell into step behind him. “Be sure handle this delicately Inu Yasha. You are returning to the woman empty handed.”
Delicately? How the fuck do you handle this delicately? Oh I’m sorry. I regret to inform you that your daughter willingly volunteered to be some demon’s cum dumpster. If it’s any consolation, their bastards will have adorable pinch worthy dog ears on their little heads. Yeah…sure…right. Delicate.
Snorting, Inu Yasha pushed ahead until he spotted the elderly woman looking to him hopefully. He stopped and sighed deeply. “Good news is…she aint dead. In fact she won’t be dying until her ancestors call her home.”
The woman grabbed her heart in relief before she looked around for her daughter. She finally looked up at him questioningly. “Where is she?”
There was a long pause as Inu Yasha carefully considered the woman. She was a nice enough old lady. So she may take the news better than he gave her credit for. But that was based on what he saw on the surface. Life taught him that people can carry a welcoming smile while holding hatred in their hearts. So it’s a hit a miss in situations like these. “How do you feel about half-breeds?”
Frowning in confusion, the woman looked to Miroku who stood behind him in askance. He knew the monk gave her an encouraging smile when she answered attentively. “I find them pleasant enough.”
Her answer, while not particularly accepting, wasn’t exactly disagreeable either. Alrighty then. “Oh good. ‘Cause ya about to be a grandma to one soon. Congrats.” He gave a humorless smile then quickly retreated into the hut before the woman could question him leaving Miroku with the explanations. In case she got nasty about it, he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. The last thing he needed on his conscious was knowing another hanyou will be hated and despised before he or she was even born. Life bothered him enough.
He plopped down near the hearth then propped his chin on his knuckles to stare into the flames pointedly ignoring the eyes that watched him expectantly.
The day was barely over and a shit ton of problems already piled up on his door step. Kagome’s in human hating territory. Horny demons were popping up all over the goddamn place like daisies. The girls in the village developed demon lover complexes. And the village folk will probably get all paranoid and start all sorts of demon hunting riots. Ter-fuckin-rific. The hanyou groused inwardly.
“Well?” Sango finally pried and he sighed wearily. “What’s going on?”
He shrugged as he glared at the fire. He didn’t even know himself. “I don’t know. Your guess is as good as mine.”
“You have to have some idea about what’s going on.” She insisted dubiously. “You were there.”
“Yeah, I was there, and I saw everything but I know no more than you do.”
The pregnant slayer rolled her eyes heavenward. “Oh for kami’s sake Inu Yasha, what happened?”
The hanyou finally looked up at her then raised a hand to count off the events. “Girls went missing. We found them cuddling a group of horny demons. We had to drag them back here kicking and screaming. One went back so I went to get her. Her lover boy went feral so I left the silly bitch there. The end.”
Sango blinked. “Okay…”
Before she could ask him any confusing questions, he beat her to them. “Don’t ask me why they are there; how they got there; or when they got there. I just know they are there and in heat and they can’t stay.”
“Okay…” She blinked at him again. “So… what do we do now?”
Miroku finally joined them in the hut pushing a wayward lock off his forehead. He looked about ready to fall over in exhaustion. “Firstly, I suggest we inform the head villager to not let any young women go near the forests unsupervised. These are full demon males under sexual duress and pose a threat to their virtues and perhaps their lives.” He took a seat beside his wife.
“So what do we do about the males? Leave ‘em there?” asked Inu Yasha.
“We can’t do that. Leaving them there is asking for endless amounts of trouble for the villagers.” Miroku linked his fingers to tap his thumbs together as he regarded the fire silently. He shook his head. “It would be wrong of us to ask the villagers to help care for the males. So the task would fall solely on us.”
“I say we put ‘em down and bury ‘em somewhere up north. Out of site out of mind.” Inu Yasha shrugged indifferently.
Miroku paled. “That’s a bit grisly don’t you think?”
Inu Yasha shrugged again. It would certainly be easier than babysitting a bunch of whiney dogs. Miroku couldn’t possibly think they could subdue SIX high class demons under the heat. If anything, they should act now and kill them while they could barely stand. They have no idea how dangerous a horny demon male could be.
“Perhaps we could locate unaffected members of their clan to retrieve and aid them.”
“Yeah but who’s gonna stay and watch them while the other goes get help?”
“It would be best if I stayed. I could erect a barrier strong enough to subdue them for a time should they become actively aggressive.”
Sango interrupted, “But what clan do the males belong two. Did they bear any marking of their heritage to help identify them?”
Inu Yasha was hesitant before he muttered, “They’re Sesshoumaru’s males.”
“Then they are of the Moon Inu Clan.” Frowning, Sango started as something occurred to her. “Wait a minute. I just remembered.” She mused scowling thoughtfully, “Inu youkai males don’t go into heat. They rise to the heat of the females.”
“That is what makes this situation so unusual.” Miroku conveyed worriedly. “Clearly something or someone has infected them with this ailment.”
“Is it contagious?” she asked in a worried whisper.
Miroku shook his head. “I doubt it.”
Sango nodded in agreement. “Someone’s targeting those males. And they seemed to be targeting a specific clan because the only males you saw affected where the males of the Moon Clan right?” Inu Yasha nodded in answer.
“Clan?” Miroku parroted thoughtfully. Sango nodded. “So let’s say, hypothetically, that this is warfare of some kind. Would this be a territorial dispute or a familial dispute?” Miroku asked curiously.
“Both?” Sango offered weakly.
“Hmm.” Miroku contemplated before looking to InuYasha. “Who are these males to Lord Sesshoumaru? It would certainly help in determining whether or not seeking aid on their behalf is worth the effort. They could be low ranked males who are considered expendable.”
“Any male other than Lord Asshole would be considered low ranked.” Inu Yasha started with a roll of his eyes. “He is the head alpha. Those males would be lesser kin since they aint of immediate blood like me and him. They would fall under the category of distant nieces and nephews, third and fourth cousins and what have you. They would be important as a clan but unimportant as a pack. ” He waved his hand about airily.
“I don’t quite follow.” Miroku admitted as he crossed his arms in concentration.
“While demons come in a vast number of different species, they can be recognized by their pedigree within that species.” Sango explained. “Only the largest clans in the Inu youkai species were documented in scrolls kept in my village. I remember reading of only two major clans. The Sun Inu Clan and the Moon Inu Clan. Lord Sesshoumaru was the last documented leader and Alpha of the Moon Clan. If I remember correctly, his immediate family would be considered the High Pack.” She recalled hesitantly looking to Inu Yasha who nodded. “Then there are smaller packs that fall under his rule within his clan called lesser packs. The lesser packs are initially governed by their lesser alphas. But even they must concede to the wishes of the High Alpha. Don’t quote me, but that’s what I’m recalling from what I was taught about demon social culture in my village.”
Awed of the information, Miroku absorbed it easily. “Fascinating. I wasn’t aware that the Inu youkai held such a complex social structure. I always thought of them as an ungoverned nomadic species of demon. Not one quite so... subjective.”
Sango nodded. “The Moon Inu’s I’ve read were strict breedist and kept to their own to mate with. Lord Sesshoumaru would be as pure as they come and is most likely a direct descendant of the First Borns.”
“First Borns?”

“Demons who were the first to come into being before the reign of their species.” Sango said with a shrug. “How they came to be varies each species and remains unknown lost to time.”
“So in other words, Sesshoumaru would be the one to approach about this. Only there’s a problem with that.” Inu Yasha tapped his knee with a claw as he glared expectantly at the monk and slayer.
“He’s ailed with the same illness as his males.” Miroku confirmed solemnly.
“And?” Inu Yasha urged with a cocked brow, the splitting image of his brother.
“Kagome’s with him.” Sango finished softly.
“Exactly. So what do you suppose we do? The next in command to Sesshoumaru would be his mother. And she’s a mean bitch with an even bigger stick up her ass than my brother. So sending me or anybody else not from her clan would be pointless if she’s too stubborn to listen.”
“It’s highly likely that she knows the state her clan males have fallen under. She had to have gotten wind of this from the disruptions in the lesser clans and could be working to solve this problem as we speak.” Miroku shared with a thoughtful look with the hanyou. “Though I worry for Lady Kagome. She could be caught in the cross fire should things continue worsening.”
Inu Yasha ran and errant hand through his wild white locks and sighed deeply. “We need to get Kagome out of there. Had I known this problem was far beyond Sesshoumaru, I wouldn’t have let her leave.” Not that he could have stopped her had she truly wanted to go. And he probably wouldn’t have put up much of an argument to convince her to stay. Lately it’s always been that way between them. They were still friends, but friends that treated each other like strangers.
Usually, Inu Yasha would have refused to allow her to do anything without him, especially if it had something to do with his brother. Not because he was being an asshole or because of his animosity towards his brother, but because he didn’t want anything to happen to Kagome. Only it wasn’t Kagome herself he worried about, it was the memories she represented.
From the moment Inu Yasha first met Kagome, guilt ate at him for seeing his friend through such betraying eyes. When he looked at her, he saw Kikyo. Light brown eyes where there were blue, a seductive smirk where there was a bright wide grin, a full mature body where there was a ripening lithe one. He loved Kikyo so much that he never saw Kagome as the woman she was…or the woman she wanted to be for him. Inu Yasha let his mourning of Kikyo drive his best friend, the one who done nothing but loved him, away. He knew he could never see Kagome as more than what he saw Kikyo. He just couldn’t. And he hated himself for that. Not giving Kagome what she gave to him so freely, and in such a large amount; love and acceptance. With no other way to atone for his betrayal, he distanced himself from her. He allowed a rift to form between the two of them, making them strangers. And now he hadn’t the slightest idea how to shrink that gap. He didn’t even know where to begin.
“I agree.” Miroku seconded tearing Inu Yasha out of his self-loathing thoughts. “We have to act quickly if we want to assuage this situation.”
Sango looked into the fire worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. She rubbed a hand around her protruding belly, deep in thought. “I doubt she needs immediate rescuing. She is there by Lady What-Her-Face’s wishes on Lord Sesshoumaru’s behalf. So I can’t see her in any danger. If anything, Kagome may help and relaying our concerns to her.” She suggested.
“Then it’s settled. Inu Yasha…” Miroku stood to walk toward a chest to retrieve a scroll. “I will give you a missive to deliver to Kagome. You will stay with her and provide help only when needed.”

“Keh. Fine with me.” The hanyou snorted watching his friend make quick work of the letter. “And what are you gonna do while I play messenger?”
“I will remain here and speak with the head villager and monitor the males. Since you lack the diplomacy, leave the talking to Kagome.” Miroku suggested with a brow raised in subtle warning.
They shared a look for a long moment before the hanyou huffed and looked away to glare at the ceiling. “Keh.”
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