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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Fourteen

Free Moon

Inuyasha slowly stiffened as they approached the castle, and completely ignored his friends around him. He could feel that there was something wrong here…

“Sessho-maru?” he asked, as they entered the building. There was no response, and he hurried into his brother’s room, expecting to see him there by the window, waiting for him…

And he wasn’t there. There was something wrong…

“Calm down, Inuyasha,” Miroku told him. “He’s probably just out on the grounds somewhere…”

Inuyasha ignored them and swept the room with his eyes. Naraku’s stench was all over the place, maybe the others couldn’t feel it, but he knew he’d been here. The only thought on his mind at that moment was his brother. What did Naraku do to Sessho-maru?

There was a faint whimper from the corner of the room, and he ripped the curtain away, exposing his son there, all huddled up in the red robe. Inu-maru let out a soft cry as he pulled him out. He was too thin, and dirty… how long had it been?

“His own son…” Kagome said quietly. “What did he do?”

“Shut up!” Inuyasha gently tried to comfort the baby for a moment, completely at odds with his harsh words.

“Inuyasha…”

He stroked Inu-maru’s hair for a moment, then handed him to Kagome and ran off. “Keep my son safe!” he yelled as he ran out of the castle to save his mate.

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I open my eyes from my dream/vision of Inuyasha… at least I know Inu-maru is saved… Where am I? Why do I smell of blood?

I reach to find out and find my hand bound at shoulder level with little room for movement, and I know instinctively that I cannot break out. Sitting up yields the same result with my neck. Naraku has been as good as his word, has chained me again…

Naraku!

My eyes dart over to the side of the bed, and there he is, waiting patiently for me to notice him. He is not smiling. I can barely see a tuft of white in the corner, behind him, where he has apparently thrown my fur, loathe to give me any comfort at all.

“Hello, pet,” he says flatly. “You managed to survive.” He sounds like he would not have cared either way. I remember now… I tried to kill myself to get free of him… I failed. He saved my life, damn him…

“Damn you…”

He ignores me and stands. “I’m displeased with you, pet. You thought you could get away, and kill my child in the process. I’m very disappointed.”

I pull on the chains. “I will not remain here, Naraku – I will not let you keep me like this! I will force you to kill me rather than do this again!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll die,” he assures me. My blood chills at the flat sound of his voice… “But not yet, and not by your own hand. You won’t like it. I promise, you’ll be thanking me when I finally let you die. After my child is born.” He rests his hand atop my stomach, on the bulge where his fowl seed has grown. “And if you kill it… I may never let you die.”

I growl at him; he slaps me harshly, snapping my head to the side. “I’m not playing anymore,” he tells me. “No more games. If you misbehave, you pay. If you anger me, I make you hurt. I will not kill you, and I will not do anything to hurt my child, but I will hurt you, badly. You will not enjoy it. You will not beat me, outsmart me, outwit me, or outlast me in this. I do not care if you accept this or not; the fact is it will happen.”

He truly is serious about this; I find it likely I truly cannot beat him, as loathsome as that is. He has me bound and defenseless. He will destroy me if I try…

“I am not going to re-teach you anything I’ve already taught me once. You will acknowledge me as your ‘master’. You will do as I say. You will do nothing in an attempt to harm me or my child. Disobey, and you will wish you were dead.”

Not that I already do not.

“I will do none of that,” I tell him coldly. “You are not my master, and if I wish to die, you will not stop me from doing so.”

“No,” he says, “you will not die, I promise you. I know full well your own poison does nothing to you. You are immobilized and unable to escape or hurt yourself. Even you cannot possibly hope to suffocate yourself on pure willpower. Neither can you will your heart to stop beating, though I’ve no doubt if anyone could, it would be you. You will live until I have mercy on you and allow you to die.”

My blood runs cold, and I glare at him for a moment before letting my head fall back. He is right, of course. There is nothing I can do to myself… or to his child. It takes a moment, but the full impact of this hits me. I am trapped, utterly, at his mercy… very likely for the rest of my life. Always before in my life, I have had the comfort of knowing that if things were too bad I could take my own life… there has never been anyone to stop me before.

Suddenly I feel claustrophobic, knowing that I am trapped and at his mercy…

“You understand,” he says. I know not if he is interpreting my silence or if perhaps he can read my emotions or even thoughts, but he seems satisfied. “Good.”

Then he turns away and leaves me. I cannot quite be relieved.

“Sessho-maru.”

I slowly open my eyes and look toward Naraku’s voice. After a moment, my eyes focus and I can see him, standing beside the bed, looking down at me coldly.

“You’re pathetic.”

I let my eyes close again; it is so much trouble to keep them open. I thought he was going to say something of import, something I did not already know.

“Look at me.”

I want to tell him that that is almost impossible, but it seems like too much trouble only to cause myself more pain, and force my eyes open once more. His red ones meet mine and hold them.

“Look at you; you’re going to die before you ever see your son.”

“I have already seen my son,” I tell him quietly. “This… monstrosity… is not mine…”

His eyes narrow slightly. “I came in here to save your life,” he tells me. It would have been no favor. “Instead, I think I’ll take my son and let you die.”

“He isn’t… even born yet…” Perhaps he is stupider than I have given him credit for.

“And you wouldn’t survive the birth anyway,” Naraku says dismissively. I am not certain what he means by this… But he steps forward and looks down at me for a moment, absolutely no emotion in his cold red eyes. Then he places one cold hand on my throat, as though to hold me down – as though I could move if I wanted to – and raises his other hand. I make no struggle; I doubt I could, but I have no desire to even so. It just seems so much easier to let this happen, whatever he means to do… For I am sure he means to kill me, and that is what I want. I no longer even care about bringing his spawn into the world.

He cuts open my stomach in a long gash with his bare hand. The pain is intense and blinding, but far removed from my conscious self, as though it does not belong to me at all. I should have expected this. I think I may have, on some level. I cannot care… it is easier to let it happen.

I feel the foul, sickening sensation of his hand inside me, even through the pain. I let my eyes fall shut and ride the pain away from myself, noting vaguely that it is fading away… nae, that I am fading away. The pain is just where it started… I am moving away from it…

I think I am dying. Here, now. I am relieved to realize it.

“Open your eyes, Sessho-maru.”

The scent of blood in the air is absolutely cloying as his voice yanks me back, and the pain assaults me once more. Could he not have waited another five minutes…? I would have been too far gone by then…

“I said ‘open your eyes’. I want you to see what you’ve helped make before you go.”

I force them back open, feeling compelled. I cannot move, and he holds the bloody child where I can see him. His hair is as silver as mine, and as bloody, but his eyes are brown, neither the red of Naraku’s nor the gold of mine. His ears are gently pointed, and he has stripes such as I have, a pale blue color. His claws are the same color, I see after a moment, just as Inu-maru’s are the same fuchsia color as his markings. He has yet to cry. I can see that he is alive and breathing, but he has not cried. He is very small… I cannot take my eyes away from him, and he has his gaze locked with mine. His eyes are so large, and very deep brown… and yet, he looks so sad. How can a newborn look sad? I have no idea, but he does… His eyes are sorrowful and knowing, as though he can foresee some inescapable doom and has already come to terms with it…

A newborn baby cannot look this way. But he does.

“Tennin…” I whisper.

Naraku smirks slightly. “I think that’s a wonderful name for him. It’s a pity that you’re too far gone to save… I would if I could, you know. He’s as beautiful as I anticipated, and I wouldn’t at all mind having more like him…”

This is not a monster, a foul evil creature, a spawn of hell… this is a newborn child, condemned to a life of hatred and manipulation by his father…

And yet, I am powerless to do anything about it. I can save neither him nor myself.

Naraku takes my son away from my gaze… I never even got to hold him… I never wanted to, before this moment, but I do, more than anything, want to hold him before I die…

He tosses my fur over me, to cover me, and it immediately begins to soak up the blood. “You’ll probably want that in hell,” he says dismissively, turning away and beginning to walk away.

But he is a fool.

He has given me my fur; I now have a chance… one single chance. Staring at his retreating back, I release the instinctive control I hold over myself and feel myself beginning to melt away. I am not certain, and I never have been, whether I am a humanoid who can take the form of a canine, or whether I am a dog who happens to disguise himself as a human, and I will probably never know…

But it is so much easier to become the dog than to return to this form. I suppose it is the latter.

As I feel my body melting and expanding – strangely, there is no pain – my vision is first tainted with then completely drowned in red, in blood, as my eyes become the same color. My hair melts into flowing ivory fur as I grow and the manacles he has bound me with snap apart. My tail – the fur that I carry – joins flawlessly with my body as he looks back, finally realizing that something has gone awry.

By this point, it does not matter if he knows what is happening or not. I see his eyes widen as he finds himself looking up at me, and he swears in shock. The ceiling crumbles as I stand up, and the walls are pushed out behind me, collapsing; I am far too large for this room to contain, thirty feet tall and fifty feet long, or more.

He dodges the falling debris, but I am at least as fast as he, and I lunge after him, a single object in mind. I have been given a fresh burst of energy by my new form, and I will use it before it fades and leaves me to die once again. My object is his death. In this form, I have a hard time thinking, and any real thoughts I have are far disconnected from my body and subsequently my actions; I am not much more an animal, with a simple mind and a simple objective, but I am more than powerful enough to accomplish it.

Three legs or not, they are still much longer than not only his legs but his entire body, and my lunge carries me easily to him. I hear a low rumbling growl from my own throat, and even though the scent of my own blood is all around me, all over me, as I am still bleeding, I can smell his fear. I tower over him, backing him into a corner; a large drop of my saliva comes free and falls to the floor; he winces slightly as it melts and burns through the stone floor, steadily eating its way outward even as it falls to the floor below. Perhaps I should just hold him in my mouth and listen to him scream as he melts.

He scowls up at me, angry that his plan has gone awry. Tennin is looking at me steadily, though; evenly, completely unafraid.

I growl again and snap at Naraku; he dodges around me and flees. I knock down another wall as I turn to follow him.

His purple-black, noxious, almost solid miasma tries in vain to impede my progress, but I can hold my head above it and search him out. It has not nearly as much affect on me in this form; I find it merely disgusting. I even hear a noise of apparent pain from him as I snap easily through his tentacles as they try to surround me and my venom begins to eat them away, back toward his body.

He has set Tennin aside to fight me as I find him again; I do not allow it. I push relentlessly forward and feint an attack to his left, catching his entire upper half in my jaws as he tried to avoid it to the right. The noises I hear may be my imagination – it is odd to hear anything from inside one’s own mouth – but they please me, and I shake him vigorously, hearing his spine snap, closing my teeth and letting the taste of his blood fill my mouth. The taste of victory.

After a minute or so, I spit his mangled, still-dissolving, bloody body into the corner. He is dead… he is filthy and poisonous, but he is dead.

I look silently at my son, and he looks silently back at me. The pain is beginning to return, and now that I have accomplished my goal, the strength is rapidly leaving me. I will die within minutes. Inuyasha will come, however, and he will find Tennin, and he will care for him…

After a moment, I turn my head and flip my tail forward, catching it in my mouth and ripping out a chunk of fur. It is like a thick blanket as I drape it over Tennin’s small form, and I lie wearily on my bleeding stomach with my head resting on my remaining front paw, watching him. My tail flips listlessly a few times, and stills finally as I shut my eyes.

I am ready to die. I am, in fact, more than prepared; I want to die. I can feel myself slipping away again, and I welcome it, welcome the cold blackness that is taking me over. My children will be safe and loved, and I have faith that they will both grow up to be decent and honorable, in my brother’s care…

I am finally free… of Naraku… of those who have controlled or manipulated or used me my entire life…

My eyes are still closed, but I am almost certain I detect Inuyasha’s scent. Strange are the things a dying mind will imagine. Inuyasha cannot be here yet, though I almost wish he were. I could make sure he would take care of Tennin for me if he was…

“Sessho-maru?” I hear quietly in his voice, then feel his hand on my muzzle. Impossible… I force my eyes open partway to be sure. It is him; he has come to rescue me. He is too late, but he has come.

“Sessho-maru – you’re hurt…”

I whine slightly and let my eyes close again. Yes, I am hurt. I am very badly injured. In fact, I am dying.

His hand runs through my thick fur in a gesture that I suppose is intended to be comforting. Surprisingly, it is. Fool… he is making me want to live, when I know that is impossible…

“Can you go back to your other body?” he asks. My other body… as though I have to move. I wish he had not asked me… it is too hard… But I shall try. It is so much easier to stay this way and let myself die…

After a moment’s dull concentration, my form compacts and separates, shrinking down again, until I am lying on my stomach with my tail covering me, my hair fanned out around me, in a pool of my own blood. The pain multiplies tenfold and I whimper again, ashamed of myself for my weakness but unable to stop it.

“You’ll be okay,” he promises in vain, running his fingers through my bloody hair. “I’ll save you.”

I hear a rustling noise as Tennin shifts on the table Naraku placed him on, under the fur, and Inuyasha obviously hears it as well, as he stand up to check it out, instantly wary.

“Is this Naraku’s brat?” he asks, a note of hatred in his voice. I am afraid he will hurt him.

“Tennin…” I breathe. “His name… is Tennin. Please… take care of him and Inu-maru…”

Inuyasha looks at me, then picks him up and kneels beside me again, wrapping the fur around him. “Hey, don’t talk like that. You’ll be okay. I promise.”

I only shake my head, but I force myself up. He tries to calm me and get me to lie still, but I ignore him.

“Let me hold him,” I whisper. He almost makes me repeat it, then seems to realize what I said and reluctantly hands me my son. I sigh with relief, our gazes locked once more, and lean wearily against Inuyasha as he wraps his arms around me. This… is how I am supposed to be… My only regret is that Inu-maru is not here with us as well. Even so, I can now die with no regrets.

My head falls against Inuyasha’s shoulder and my eyes falls closed as the darkness takes me, toward freedom… and I will not let anything bring me back this time, even though I can hear Inuyasha calling my name…

A/N: NOT THE END! TWO MORE CHAPTERS! DON’T DIE!
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