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Forever Mine
By : Sessysama
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Well, I am too tired to think up anything clever, or even mildly amusing, so�I do not own InuYasha.
Sorry about the length between updates. I have What�s In A Name, and the now completed Demon Sex Education that I have been working on. Also, school started so been preparing for the move back to college. Sigh, the evilness of classes again. So this year I have school and work to take time up. Every month I have to write a story for my Adv. Creative class. Won�t be too bad really, about the length of one of my chapters, but it does delay my fanfics. I will continue writing of course, but it may be decent lengths between them. But now I shall get on with the story. I am sure you are all wondering what is going on. I was surprised how many think she is about to get raped�.tisk tisk, I have much more planned here.

Oh, I use the suffix �san after Ai�s name so it is known to be a name, and not a random sound and �sensei to refer to the doctor. I also introduce a new character, she is, however, from the show. So if you hear the name and think, that sounds familiar�it should.
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Saraku wasn�t sure if she was e ore or not. Her eyes were heavy and refused to open and her mind was spinning with sounds and smells. Nothing was in focus and nothing seemed to make sense. Where was she? What had happened after she collapsed in the cave? Was Seto with her? Were either of them still alive or was she in the afterlife? If that was the afterlife it sure hurt a lot.

Her left arm was pulsing with pain while a dull throb was centered in her right shoulder and side. No, she was definitely still alive, but where; and how long had she been unconscious? She struggled once more to open her eyes, but it was futile. The turmoil in her mind and the weakness of her body refused to let her fully awaken and Saraku fell back into unconsciousness.

That smell was over powering, but she recognized it as she awoke the second time. Yes, she was definitely awake now and there was no doubt that smell was a sedative. Sesshoumaru had tested both her and Seto against various poisons and toxins to find out their immunities. Only she had inherited his tolerance to poisons, so even though she was waking from this Seto was surely completely defenseless.

She struggled to open her eyes but still they refused to comply. She may have resistance, but being surrounded by the scent meant it would take time to build up her tolerance to it. She would just have to wait it out and try her best to remain conscious. Saraku strained to movee pae part of her body, even something as simple as a finger twitching but to no avail. The scent was overpowering and she once again succumbed to its effects.

"How is the boy doing?"

Voices.

"Responding nicely to treatments. Sora-sama says he will need only a day or two more."

"What about the girl? She appears to be even further along, yet Sora-sama has stopped the treatments."

Definitely women�s voices.

"The girl was responding, but now there seems to be a problem with one of her eyes. Her youki seems to be drawing together in it. It has become difficult for Sora-sama to deal with."

But who?

"But I thought Sora-sama could purify anything."

"All in time. She is trying to decide if she is going to risk purifying it, or if merely removing it would be a better option."

Remove? Remove her eye. It had to be her they were talking about. Her gold eye. What was happening to her?

"Is that really necessary? It seems rather a harsh thing to do."

Saraku focused all her energy into her eyes. She wanted to see who was in the room.

"Purifying the eye would take too long, and she can�t delaying the treatments on the girl anymore or the effects won�t last. Besides, it is best if they finish at the same time, then they can start over together."

Slowly a crack of light entered her sight, blinding her for a moment, but her eyes quickly adjusted. She was right, women, two of them. They were�mikos. Yes, by their outfits they had to be mikos, but one seemed very young. Both wore masks over their mouths, presumably to avoid the effects of the sedative. They were kneeling over a person. A human�no, his ears were pointed, but so slightly it was almost not noticeable. He had black hair, medium length�she had seen him before, but only once a month. Even so, there was no way she could mistake it. Seto was human, if not, almost there.

The younger miko began turning towards Saraku. "But will she be alright with only one�"

The woman stopped in mid sentence as she saw Saraku�s open eyes staring up at her. The older miko looked at the girl�s expression in confusion.

"Ai-san, what�s wrong?"

When the woman received no answer she looked ataku aku herself. The hanyou glared at the woman who merely smiled back.

"Ai-san, go and tell Sora-sama that one of the hanyous has awakened."

"Will�will you be alright on your own?" the girl asked hesitantly.

The older woman just shook her head and returned her attention to Seto. "There is no need to worry. Even if she has awakened there is no way she can move her body. Go on. I am sure Sora-sama would be interested in talking with her, if the hanyou can stay awake long enough."

"Right away, Miaka." The young miko quickly stood and ran out of the room.

Saraku was extremely annoyed by the older miko�s out right dismissal of her. Even as she looked at the woman she received no acknowledgment. Saraku focused her energy, just as before to open her eyes, only this time she focused it to her mouth. Slowly, the words began to form but without the support of her lung and throat no sound was produced. The highly irritated hanyou stopped and collected her strength for another attempt. This time she managed to coordinate her breathing with her mouth and a light airy whisper passed over her lips.

"who�a�are�you?"

Silence.

If she could have, Saraku would have growled. The women was either very deaf or was still idingding on completely ignoring Saraku. She worked up her strength and spoke a little louder.

"Who are you?"

Ignored.

Now, Saraku understood her temperament was on the more�unstable side, as she was prone to extreme bouts of a more violent disposition. She preferred to think of this as her way of dealing with unreasonable people, a way of cleansing the world of idiots, some might say. This woman, however, was not truly unreasonable, nor an idiot, but ignoring the heir to the Western Lands, under any circumstances, was not to be tolerated. That was where her disposition was a very good thing. If this woman thought she was no threat, Saraku was going to make sure she understood what it meant to be Sesshoumaru�s daughter.

Every moment she was able to stay awake her body was creating a stronger tolerance to the sedative they were using. Saraku stopped focusing on talking and used all her energy to move her left hand, the one nearer to the miko. It took a few moments before she was able to move it with control, but slowly her fingers slid over the smooth wooden floor. Saraku�s eyes focused not on her hand but the miko�s ankle just barely showing from beneath her red hakama. If the woman hadn�t been kneeling next to Seto, Saraku would never have reached her. This wasn�t just good news for her at that moment, it also meant that Seto would be close enough for her to keep watch over.

But at that moment she did have only one thing in mind�put a little doubt and a lot of fear into this damned miko. She was close now, to the woman�s foot, but sliding her hand over the ground and lifting it into the air were two completely different matters.

What was concerning Saraku even more was the attention the woman was paying to Seto�s body. She seemed to be checking on how human he was, and the more she revealed to Saraku�s sight, the less welcome the image was. None of his trademark hanyou features could be seen: the white hair, sharpened fangs, chiseled claws, and even his beautiful golden eyes were turned their dulled brown. The only thing that told her he was not completely human was the slight point left in his ears. If she was supposed to be further along than him, in what she can only expect is some kind of purification, she worried what kind of state she was in.

These thoughts made herire ire a, perhaps vain, need to prove she was still capable of protecting not only her own life and body, but that of her precious younger brother. She would do everything she needed to, no matter the cost, to keep him safe. And right then, that thing was get the miko away from Seto.

Saraku took a deep breath and raised a shaky hand above the woman�s heel and up the back of her foot till it hovered over the thickened ankle of the rather plump miko. Without hesitation, Saraku dropped her hand onto the exposed skin and clamped her fingers around the woman�s bone as best she could. Still highly affected by the sedative, she was unable to maintain that grip when the miko bolted up and away from the siblings. A look of shock and fear was etched into the woman�s face as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Miaka," a new female voice spoke from doorway. "What�s wrong?"

"Sora-sama!" Miaka cried. "Forgive me, Sora-sama. The hanyou�the female, she moved even though we have the�"

The new woman held up a hand to silence the distressed miko.

"Thank you, Miaka, please take Ai-san and go onto your other duties. I shall take care of things here."

"Sora-sama," Miaka said concerned as she looked to something outside the room and out of Saraku�s vision, "is it safe for you to be here alone with the hanyous?"

The woman just laughed. "But I will not be alone, now will I? I have Shiori with me."

Miaka looked past Sora once again with the same look of contempt she had given Saraku. "Of course, Sora-sama. Forgive me."

Miaka bowed as Sora backed out of her way letting the old miko leave the room. Sora then entered herself followed by a woman in her early twenties, not a miko like the other, just a normal woman. Sora appeared to be in her mid thirties, but still far younger than Saraku had expected for the level of respect, and seeming power, the woman had in this place.

Sora looked down to Seto, examining him as Miaka had, again ignoring Saraku completely. This time Saraku was able to produce a low, but audible growl.

"You needn�t worry, hanyou. If you have enough strength to move then you will still be awake after I finish with this one," Sora said without even turning an eye to Saraku.

"Who are you?" Saraku said, her voice stronger than when she awoke.

"My name is Sora. I am the resident miko of this town and run its shrine. I also am known for purging the evil from those infected against their will."

"Evil?"

"Demons are evil. It is my duty to destroy them in order to protect humans they would harm. Hanyous are different. A hanyou did not ask to be born a hanyou. They cannot change the circumstances of their birth. They can be cleansed, purified; however, most purification will either only be temporary or so intense the body is destroyed. Over the years I developed a technique that slowly purifies the youki completely from a hanyou�s body and, after treatments, is permanent."

"Is that you are doing to us. Making us human?"

The woman finally turned to Saraku and looked her in the eyes. "I am giving you a chance at a life without persecution and hatred. You are neither human nor demon and can never completely live in either world. Both sides will condemn you for the other and will ultimately lead to your death. By purifying your youki you and the boy can lead normal human lives."

"Who said I wanted a human life?"

"You would rather have a life of constant fear and disgust? Knowing anywhere you go you will only find another creature, human or demon, believing you are a disgrace. Any other miko would have just killed you, but I think hanyous deserve a chance. It is not your fault you father was seduced or your mother was raped."

Both of Saraku�s hands curled into tight fists despite her condition. "Don�t you ever speak of my parents in such a way or I will rip your tongue from your mouth. My father protects my mother with his life, if necessary."

Shiori, who was standing near the door, tensed at Saraku�s words. Sora just shook her head.

"I see. Your are one of the few whose parents actually choose their lives. If that is the case, then even your mother, whom by your statement I assume is the human, must be considered evil for willingly letting herself bear hanyou children. To force such impurity onto a child, her own child for that matter, is quite despicable."

Blood dripped to the ground beneath Saraku�s hands as her human nails dug deeper into her flesh. Her adrenaline was rushing through her body, helping to counteract the effects of the sedativP>
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Sora continued, "It is those humans that have been deceived by demons that create the most dangerous hanyous: ones that believe it is acceptable, even understandable. It can never be right though, even you must understand that."

"I am a hanyou. My brother is a hanyou. I neither want to be human nomon,mon, for that is not what I was born. I will never disgrace my father or mother by denying them."

"Why would you want you want to live a life of hatred though? Parents want their children to be happy no matter what."

It was not Sora but Shiori who had asked. Sora glared at the young woman to silence her. Saraku answered anyway.

"Why would I not be happy as a hanyou? If a demon thinks I am weak because I am half human I kill them to prove my strength, and if a human is foolish enough to attack me," Saraku looked at Sora as she spoke, "I will kill them as well. I was born a hanyou and I will die a hanyou. Tell me now, what gives you the right to think I want to be human and try to purify me?"

Sora shook her head self-righteously, as if everything Saraku said was nonsense. "Hanyous, even misguided ones, are half human and thus deserve the help of a miko whose duty it is to protect humans from demons. Therefore it is obviously a miko�s duty to purify the evil in a hanyou and give them a human life. Most mikos do not see this, but I am teaching more the correct path."

"What gives you the right to think you are the fucking correct path! Only a coward runs away from their life! I will not become human and even if the damned fates let you succeed in this I will still kill you!"

Sora stood ignoring Saraku�s last outburst but Shiori seemed affected. Saraku noticed that Shiori never looked directly at her, and often averted her gaze away from Sora. Saraku wasn�t sure, but the young woman even appeared to be trembling slightly.

"Once you become human you will see things in a better way," Sora said. "Once people treat you like a person there will be no reason for you to have such hatred, and the purification will purge those malicious thoughts from you."

"I have known humans more evil than I could ever be. Evil is not bound to species. If you are so knowing and good go out and kill the evil humans along with the demons. And no amount of purification will get rid of my desire to rip your heart out and watch you die. You nearly killed my brother and I will not let that go unpunished."

Sora looked in thought as Saraku ranted. "You have a strong bond to your brother, presumably since you are both hanyous; yet you also seem to be connected to your parents. I suppose all those who are outcasts create a world to exist in, though this is the first time I have seen a hanyou so mistaken as to think that world is the same as everyone else�s."

Saraku�s tolerance combined with her adrenaline rush had finally counteracted most of the sedative�s effects and she was able to feel strength and control in her muscles, finally. She wanted to jump up and, human or not, tear that damned woman limb from limb. She wanted to hear her screaming in pain and terror at the fate she had brought onto herself for doing this to them. That, however, was not what she needed to do. If the woman still thought she was somewhat incapacitated then she might be able to sneak out once they are gone and get Seto and herself out of there.

"We are not outcasts." Saraku�s voice was cold and arrogant. "We are rulers."

Sora stopped paying attention to Saraku�s replies and continued to talk as if she had said nothing at all.

"That bond to your brother will be a good thing once you are both human though. You can start your new lives together in this village or another one. No one will ever know you were once hanyous and once the purification is complete you will be happy we saved you from such terrible lives."

Saraku growled once more but restrained her more violent impulses, if nothing else but for Seto�s sake.

"Shiori," Sora called to the now very nervous woman.

"Yes, Sora-sama."

"Go and get more incense for the room. The hanyou requires higher levels to remain under control."

"Right away, Sora-sama." Shiori bowed and left the room.

Sora turned back to Saraku and knelt down next to her legs. She placed one hand on Saraku�s ankle and a soft lavender glow appeared causing Saraku to howl in pain. She instantly ripped her leg away and scrambled to her feet as best she could. She scolded herself for revealing her condition, but it was a instinct, she couldn�t help it.

"I see you were feigning weakness after all."

Saraku�s left leg, the one Sora had touched, was refusing to support her and it forced her to lean against the wall for stabilization.

"The fact you were hurt tells me the purification cannot be delayed any longer. Your youki is attempting to spread through your body again. I will just have to hthatthat malignant eye of yours removed."

"You will not touch me or my brother again."

Saraku was already revealed; all she could do now was try to overpower Sora and get Seto out of there. Not wanting to get too close to the miko again for concern of the purification Saraku yanked up the futon she had been lying on and threw it at against Sora. As the miko worked to get past the futon Saraku hurried to Seto�s side, being wary of her now injured foot.

For the first time since he was an infant Seto looked completely vulnerable. His face so relaxed and childlike that he seemed like a completely different person. He was�almost�human, and it pained Saraku to see him in that state. That woman would suffer greatly for doing that to him, if not from Saraku herself, then at Sesshoumaru�s hand.

Saraku hurried to pull Seto from the floor, but even though her immunity allowed her to be awake, they were right, her body, like Seto�s, was almost human. In her injured state she was not able to pick her brother up and get away from Sora. Before Seto�s body was even half off the ground the miko had caught up with Saraku and grasped her by the wrists. The same lavender glow appeared as before and the pain encompassed Saraku�s entire body. She wanted to keep hold of Seto but her hands refused, releasing the young boy to fall back to the futon as Saraku dropped to her knees.

"Hanyou, you will not leave this shrine unless you are human or a corpse. I would prefer it to be human, and if you wish to protect that boy then you need to accept my help so that you and he may start your lives over together."

Saraku could barely breathe, her chest felt as if thousands of blades were ripping through her flesh only to twist and turn inside of her, mutilating her from the inside out. To succumb to the pain�to show such weakness n enn enemy�to herself. Saraku was mortified. She couldn�t stop this woman. She couldn�t protect her brother. She couldn�t even save herself. The pain was overwhelming and soon Saraku was lost in it; welcoming the release of unconsciousness.

She wasn�t sure how long she had been asleep but when she awoke again it was like the first time. The smells and sounds were all a blur, presumably from the increase of sedative. She struggled to stay awake, even if unsure or unstable, she just wanted to be awake. If she succeeded or not, Saraku never knew. She merely found herself at some point listening, once again, to a conversation between Miaka and Ai.

"Majeh-sensei should be arriving tomorrow to remove the female�s eye," Miaka stated. "That means Sora-sama will be finishing both of their treatments within the next two days and these two can finally stop disgracing the shrine."

"Yes, they will be human and they can live good lives. Like Sora-sama is always saying, by making them human we save them from liof pof persecution. Think of how many we can help once Sora-sams�s technique is spread to the other shrines."

Ai�s voice was cheerfully ignorant to Saraku. Miaka�s was one she was used to before, many times before. It was filled with contempt and disdain.

"The only way they will stop disgracing this shrine is by leaving it. Human or not they were born hanyous. They should have been killed."

"Miaka? Don�t you believe what Sora-sama says is right? Don�t you support her?"

"I only follow my orders. Her spiritual powers far exceeds anything I could create, but that does not mean I think purifying hanyous is the best thing. They should be killed just like the demons they are spawned from."

"But Sora-sama says�"

Ai was cute off by a third woman�s voice. "Ai-san, Miaka, Sora-sama is calling for you both. Preparations must be made for when they be hue human."

"Of course, Shiori," Ai said sweetly.

Saraku heard footsteps then silence, but she had only heard two of them leave. She didn�t dare reveal herself till she was sure she was alone.

"Please, I know you are awake. You are not controlling your breathing properly."

It was Shiori�s voice, but even so she didn�t open her eyes.

"What is your name? I would prefer not just refer to you as hanyou."

Saraku remained still and silent.

"Why do you so desperately wish to stay a hanyou? You are only hated and scorned. Humans who you would try and live peacefully with attack and beat you, but if you attack back they call you a monster and try to kill you. Demons consider you weaker and try to manipulate you, or they just try to kill you without hesitation."

The woman�s voice was not like Sora�s who spoke through insubstantial self-righteousness. Shiori�s voice spoke�from experience. Saraku didn�t trust this woman, but she could tell Shiori was not there on Sora�s orders�or perhaps, she had nothing else to trust.

"If you would please leave, I�m trying to feign sleep here," Saraku said condescendingly.

Shiori started laughing, though it sounded sad to Saraku. ""Please, what is your name?"

"You are, Shiori?"

"Yes. And you?"

Saraku ignored her question for the moment. She needed more before completely talking to her. "You once were a hanyou, weren�t you?"

Footsteps sounded over the wood floors before ending with a soft thud as Shiori sat near to Saraku�s head. She opened her eyes as a hand brushed back her now blackened hair from her face. Shiori, though physically human and appearing only a few years older than Saraku herself, showed her true age and suffering in her eyes. She was tired and long since broken in spirit.

"I was indeed a hanyou. One of Sora�s prized purifications. Now I feel nothing more than a object, to be shown off as the truth, as the correct way."

"Why are you here then?"

"Where else should I go? I have no family. I have no demonic powers now. I have no home or life. Tell me, where should I go?"

"Anywhere away from here. Away from the person who did that to you. How can you serve her like this?"

"I will tell you, once I learn your name."

Saraku smiled to herself. "My name is Saraku."

"Saraku. It is a good name." Shiori took a deep breath as she continued to smooth back Saraku�s hair. "I agreed to the purification, that is why I stay and why Sora lets me."

"You wanted to become human?"

A melancholy gentleness smoothed over Shiori�s face. "My mother had died years before. She was the only family, the only person, who cared about me at all. The village I had grown up in hated me and once my mother was no longer there they forced me out. My demon relatives hated me.

�With no where to go I just wandered. I don�t even know how long I was traveling anymore. Nowhere accepted me, then one nighta caa came upon me. That was, two years ago. The way she spoke and the state I was in, it all seemed like becoming human would give me a chance at life. I was so tired of running from people trying to kill me."

"So you let her take away a part of you?"

"At that moment, it didn�t sound like that. It sounded like a salvation."

"And now?" Saraku asked. "What do you think of your decision?"

"You said you didn�t want to disgrace your parents by denying them. I had thought that my fate was just what it was�fate, but I was just running. I never met my father, but my mother loved him very much. I always hated it when Sora said that human�s who cared for demons were just as evil. I loved my mother very much, no matter what I was, or who she loved. She loved me, I knew that."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

Shiori returned her hand to her side and looked at the top of Saraku�s head. "When you came in you had canine ears. Are you a dog hanyou?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Do you know a dog hanyou by the name of InuYasha? Do you know where he is?"

Saraku closed her eyes and scolded herself. "Sora want to add another hanyou to her collection?"

"I once knew a dog hanyou named InuYasha when I was a child. For a long time it was the memory of hid hid his friends that helped me go on. I thought, perhaps one day there might be people who will accept me as his friends accepted him. You remind me of him. That is why I ask. Sora does not know of him."

She didn�t know why, but Saraku needed to believe her. She turned her head away from Shiori. She very well could be about to make a deadly mistake.

"InuYasha is my uncle. He is mated to a miko in a village some two days north of wher wer were attacked."

"I see." Shiori stood and headed to the door. "Your brother is scheduled to have his last treatment while your eye is removed tomorrow. If his treatment is finished there will be no way to reverse the purification. I wish you luck in saving him."

"That�s all! You wish me luck? Help me!" Saraku tried to move but the heavy sedation was still affecting her human body.

"I intend to. However, shortly Sora will realize that I have been deceiving her and I cannot be here when that happens. Two days north of where you were attacked? I will do my best to shorten that time. As I said, I have no demonic powers now, but hopefully InuYasha can help you."

With that Shiori left Saraku lying half-paralyzed, but completely awake. A fact, Saraku realized, no one else knew. Shiori was helping her, but Seto was to be turned human tomorrow, and Saraku would lose her last defense against the purification. She didn�t know exactly how her demon eye was helping her, but it didn�t matter if she lost it. She had to recover herself before the doctor came. That was her only choice to redeem her weakness and protect Seto.
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Don�t ask me where that whole weakness thing came in. Saraku just suddenly had a major hit of low self-esteem. Actually that stuff will come into play in a chapter or two. So, getting a bit interesting. I was expecting to go father in this, but since I have a lot of work I have to do, namely write an entire original story by wed (not really that hard as I have to plot developed already) for my adv creative writing class. I felt like this was a stable place to stop for now too, things get a bit hectic after this.

I once again apologize for the lateness of this. I will do my best to keep writing at a constant rate, but next comes What�s In A Name, only fair to write them all evenly. So WIAN, then another chp of this. Wish me luck! Also, I had lost my net for a while, lots of trouble with the move down and everything, that was another delay in the posting.

Ok, thanks to: A Flower-sama, bscl43, TaintedInuShemeeko, angelmisaki, klutz83, inumoon3, Sci-Jess, Jessica Elliott, ghettotrampoline, The Great Susinko, Micca, mikomi, migele, Rein Rin, GamerGirl Rose, essie, animegirl007, New Fan, Stella, Deep Serenity, gemini, and Haunted Reality.

Aff, a few more of you came back, that is wonderful! Everyone review and keep up the good work! Ganbatte!

Oh, and anyone who has been paying attention to my collaboration name, Flaming Duck, and liked Demon Sex Ed, then be sure to check out the new story, Yukinaton 80! It is our screwed up insanity once again unleashed unto the public.
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