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Chapter 18 � Brats
Meanwhile, Sesshoumaru entered the room where his
father was and bowed slightly. Inu no Taisho was standing facing away from him
in the quiet, dark, cool room, his back straight and rigid.
"Sesshoumaru," he said in a deep voice,
devoid of the humor and exasperation it usually contained when interacting with
his son. Sesshoumaru recognized that tone of voice.
"It has been two seasons, yes?" asked
the Lord of the West.
Sesshoumaru felt a thrill of anticipation down his
spine.
"Hai, chichiue," he replied formally. "Two seasons will
be complete on the night of the full moon."
The Dog General nodded thoughtfully, hands clasped
behind his back.
"Be prepared."
Sesshoumaru bowed low. "Yes."
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Inuyasha gasped as Kouga continued his story from
young Sesshoumaru holding Kinta up by the throat. "Sesshoumaru-sama
transformed?" he asked, eyes wide.
Now that he thought about it, this human looking
form could not be his Master's true form. He must have a demon form as well,
but he had never seen him transform. Truth be told, he
hadn't even thought about it till now.
Kouga shook his head. "No,
not a full transformation."
"Stay out of this, Kouga," young
Sesshoumaru ordered, voice harsh. Killing ki, not
strong enough yet to cause the whirlwind it would after a few years,
nevertheless swept away leaves lying on the green grass. The suddenly cold wind
hit the surrounding children and they backed away, whimpering. Kouga balled his
hands into fists and took a step towards the enraged youkai.
"Let him down, Sesshoumaru! You're gonna
kill him!"
Sesshoumaru's fangs were bared. "He should
have thought of that before degrading the Lord of the West, should he
not?"
Kouga spared Sesshoumaru's terrified prey an
exasperated glance. He was well aware of the fact that Kinta terrorized the
younger kids at the playground, content to Lord over the frightened youngsters
who chose to ingratiate themselves rather than incur his wrath. And since he
was pretty strong and big for his age, he generally got away with it. But what
had he been thinking picking a fight against the Western lord's son?
Sesshoumaru turned his eyes upon his victim and
grinned, sharp demon teeth flashing in the sunlight. Kinta's eyes had begun to
water from the pressure on his throat. Both his hands were on Sesshoumaru's
wrist, trying to loosen his grip but to no avail.
"The punishment for treason is
death."
"He's just a kid!" Kouga reminded him
desperately. "Just tell Taisho-sama whatever he said and �"
"I fight my own battles," Sesshoumaru
cut in coldly with all the arrogance of an 8 year old, squeezing Kinta's neck
harder. Kouga looked at him in growing alarm as Kinta's tan face slowly began
to turn blue. "And age has got nothing to do with anything. Kinta knows not
to insult his Lord�right Kinta?"
Kinta tried to reply but his voice would not
come out.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, p-please stop,"
Hiro spoke up in a small voice, tears brimming in his eyes. "I'm sure he
is sorry for what he said. Please-"
Hearing the docile, scared voice, Sesshoumaru
stared at the demon in his grasp, deliberating. The grip on Kinta's throat
relaxed slightly. Unfortunately, Kinta tried to take advantage of this by
kicking at the demon Lord. Kouga looked at him despairingly as the grip was
tightened once again and this time, Sesshoumaru's claws glowed green. The
children circling the two fell back with a cry as Sesshoumaru threw him into a
tree. The bully's back hit the tree trunk with a sickening sound. Kinta slumped
down with a groan and lost consciousness.
"Did he die?" Inuyasha asked worriedly.
Kouga shook his head. "We were all very young
at the time. Although Sesshoumaru's powers were the earliest to develop, his
poison was not strong enough to kill a person immediately. Kinta was treated
and he eventually recovered. But he never came back to the castle
playground."
"The castle
playground?" Inuyasha asked. As
far as he remembered, there was no children's playground in the castle grounds.
Having finished tying the last of his bandages on
his leg, Kouga crossed his legs and faced Inuyasha.
"When we were young, the back of the castle,
which now holds huge gardens, were a playground for Sesshoumaru and me. They
had everything; there were swings, a huge sandpit, and a flat, rocky area.
There were small hillocks and secret caves where we could hide, tall, strong
trees that wouldn't break if a few kids crashed into them and the rest of the
grounds were covered in very short green grass."
Inuyasha's eyes lit up. It sounded like heaven.
Kouga grinned.
"Since it was just the two of us, some other
children were allowed to play in the grounds to keep us company. It was a great
honor. Most of the children were noblemen's sons and daughters but there were
some farmers' kids as well, who were let in as a special favor on Taisho-sama
or Tsukiko-sama's orders."
"Who was Kinta?" Inuyasha asked, trying
to picture the bully.
"Kinta was a farmer's kid. His father was
connected to some servant in the castle who had requested Taisho-sama to let
their son in for a few days and Taisho had agreed. After this incident, though,
Kinta refused to be anywhere near Sesshoumaru."
"Weren't the other children angry at Master
for that?" asked Inuyasha. "Weren't Kinta's friends angry at him for
hurting their friend?"
Kouga grinned. "I don't think you understand
just what it meant to be Inu no Taisho's son. The other children, especially
Hiro, were grateful to him for sparing Kinta's life. They all thought Kinta was
at fault for angering Sesshoumaru."
"Really?" Inuyasha asked in amazement. "Weren't they at all
scared of Sesshoumaru-sama after seeing him so angry?"
"Oh they were scared," Kouga assured
him. "Everyone was scared of Sesshoumaru, but you see, they thought he had
a right to be that way. And they were all fed up with Kinta's bullying. So,
they were glad someone stood up to him."
"I see," Inuyasha smiled, ears
flickering happily, "So Sesshoumaru-sama was not a bully?"
Kouga grinned. "Yes, he was."
Inuyasha frowned. "But�he was never mean to
other kids, right?"
Kouga looked thoughtful. His eyes got a faraway
look as he remembered the small, wide eyed Sesshoumaru who, even at that age,
had held a haughty disdain for the fawning adoration of his peers.
"Well, depends on what you mean by
'mean'," he said at length. "He was not always nice, that's for sure.
Till his training with Taisho-sama seriously began, he enjoyed the attention
and the awe, but he never consciously sought it out." He smiled wryly.
"He didn't really have to. The other kids used to follow him around, do
whatever he told them to. If anyone got on his wrong side, all he had to do was
show that he didn't like them and all the other kids would keep that person
away, not let him play, not talk to him, the works." He looked amusedly at
the hanyou listening intently, apparently trying to picture a very young
Sesshoumaru, followed around by admirers. "You can say he had power and
enjoyed it."
Inuyasha looked down and didn't say anything. He
didn't have the guts to say what was on his mind. Kouga noticed the downcast
look on his face.
"What?" he asked.
Inuyasha hesitated. "It's just�doesn't that
make him the same as Kinta?" he asked tentatively.
Kouga shrugged. "In a way, maybe it does, but
see, the thing was, Kinta was a farmer's kid, allowed
into the castle as a favor. As the kids saw it, he didn't have any right to
boss them around."
"But that doesn't- "
Inuyasha trailed off.
"Make sense?" Kouga finished for him,
nodding. "I know but kids are like that, you know. They'd all grown up
hearing wonderful tales of Inu no Taisho, of life at the castle, of what a
prince's life was like and what it meant to be a prince. Sesshoumaru was all
that they had imagined a prince to be and more. So whatever he did, they
accepted it as a prince's privilege."
He shrugged.
"Unlike Kinta, he didn't really force them to
do anything they didn't want to. He just - well, it's difficult to explain. I
guess you can say that the children were happy to do anything to get his
approval and he had his fun with their adulation."
Inuyasha's ears flattened. That didn't sound like
a nice thing.
Kouga smiled. "See, the stories that people tell about royalty, what they have the power to do and all,
they are not all accurate. Many of Taisho's subjects, who had been ruled by
tyrannical kings in the past, believed that the king has complete power over
his subjects � the power to hurt them. Taisho-sama and Tsukiko-sama have never
ruled despotically. They have ruled with justice and strength. But people don't
yet know that the king is not allowed to hurt them."
Inuyasha looked up from there he'd been fidgeting
with his sleeves.
"Some of the people, who had suffered under
autocratic masters and who had been shown kindness by Tsukiko-sama and
Taisho-sama really believed that their life was the king's, if he so wished,
and by extension, the prince's. Hiro's family was one
of those."
"Who was Hiro?" Inuyasha asked.
"Was he a nobleman's son?"
Kouga shook his head. "Hiro, like Kinta, was
a farmer's son, but he was extraordinarily bright, so he was studying at the
castle, under the best tutors. He was really the most mellow, sweetest kid you
could ever meet and he was in awe of Sesshoumaru."
Kouga's face softened in remembrance of his
gentle, soft-hearted friend who would have suffered untold ridicule at the
hands of his tough, aggressive peers if it hadn't been for the unstated
protection of a certain fierce prince whom he worshiped. Sesshoumaru had always
been a sucker for wide-eyed, tender innocents � a true alpha to the core.
"He used to follow Sesshoumaru around all the
time, always afraid that Sesshoumaru was going to bore of him. Sesshoumaru
never let people crowd him. He made sure the children kept their distance. But
he never minded Hiro following him around."
Kouga remembered the envious glares that Hiro was
the recipient of because of his closeness to the prince of the Western Lands
that the gentle demon was completely oblivious to. Thin and pale from spending
too much time indoors with books, Hiro, in the beginning, used to show his face
only once or twice a month until the young heir of Lord Inu no Taisho had
become curious about the quiet, reticent boy and ordered him to join them every
day. Kouga had gleefully watched as the seemingly uncaring demon Lord had
allowed the small, scrawny boy close to him. Sesshoumaru's extensive,
and sometimes highly creative pranks had landed most of the other children in
deep shit with their parents but had somehow missed Hiro.
Inuyasha cocked his head to the side. "He was
Sesshoumaru-sama's friend?"
Kouga laughed. "No, I wouldn't say friend. He
looked up to Sesshoumaru far too much to be really called a friend."
"So Master was not really mean to the other
children?" Inuyasha asked again, hopefully.
"Well, he never picked on kids," Kouga
told him, "Even as a child, he was too honorable to fight someone smaller
or weaker than him but he was extremely arrogant. He would take offence easily
and if anyone challenged him to a fight, they would not come out in one piece."
Then he grinned.
"And anyway, as the Lord's son, he got his
ass kissed so much, I don't know what he would have
done without me."
Inuyasha smiled at the cocky smile on Kouga's
face. "You were his friend, ne?"
Kouga again let out a bark of laughter. "We
were�no, not friends. He hated my guts because I never called him Sesshoumaru-sama
or showed any respect but Taisho-sama and Tsukiko-sama adopted me as a sort
of a second son, so you can say we grew up like brothers. Except for in
training but I'm glad about that." Kouga gave a small shudder.
"Why?" Inuyasha asked. "Didn't you
train with him?" Inuyasha had somehow thought they would have trained
together.
"Oh no," Kouga shook his head
vehemently. "Absolutely not. We never trained
together. I was trained by my father but he was much more lenient in my
training than Taisho-sama was with Sesshoumaru's. I've watched some of his
training sessions. They were grueling."
Inuyasha nodded. That made sense, actually. Demons
were generally trained by either their parents or a tribe elder. It was rare
for a demon to be trained by someone from a different family. A wolf could not
be trained by a dog demon.
"We all used to feel happy when Sesshoumaru
had to go train coz we got more time to play then. I've taunted him about it
time and again. He even had fights with Taisho-sama about how other kids didn't
have to do this but Taisho-sama never let him miss a single training
session."
They both turned as the doors to the chambers
opened and Sesshoumaru entered. Kouga stood up from the rug where he'd been
sitting with Inuyasha and grinned at the demon Lord.
"I was just telling Inuyasha what a brat you
were when you were a kid."
Sesshoumaru slowly walked up to the open window in
his room.
"Brat?" he asked Kouga, sounding
distant.
"Of course," Kouga smirked, looking down
at his friend. "You used to enjoy all those poor bastards kissing your ass
all the time. And the fact that you could get away with
almost anything."
Sesshoumaru didn't respond with his usual comeback
and Kouga frowned at him.
"What's the matter?"
"It's time," Sesshoumaru told him in a
quiet voice. "This full moon."
Kouga sobered up immediately, all hints of teasing
gone. "That's only a few days away."
Sesshoumaru nodded, still staring out the window.
Inuyasha looked from him to Kouga.
"Full moon?" he asked hesitantly.
Kouga turned his eyes on the hanyou still sitting
on the rug.
"On the full moon when two seasons end,
Taisho-sama and Tsukiko-sama test Sesshoumaru."
Inuyasha gasped. "You mean Master's sword
skill?"
Sesshoumaru turned away from the window to answer
him. "My skill with a sword as well as my demonic
powers."
"But�I thought Master finished his
training?" Inuyasha ventured.
Sesshoumaru shook his head. "Compared to the
Lord and the Lady of the West, my powers are no where near sufficient."
Kouga stared at him. "May I watch?" he
asked softly. Inuyasha looked at him in surprise. He had never heard Kouga
address Sesshoumaru politely.
"Of course," Sesshoumaru replied.
Kouga nodded.
"I'm going to the dojo. I need to practice
too. And don't forget you said you'd help me train."
Sesshoumaru inclined his head. Kouga left.
Inuyasha got to his feet and cautiously approached
his Master.
"Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"Hmm?" Sesshoumaru asked absently, still lost in thought.
"Why did Kouga-sama ask your permission as to
whether he could watch you train?"
Sesshoumaru finally turned away from the window to
look down at his puppy.
"Because," he replied. "A youkai's
training is one of the most heavily guarded secrets of his life. If an opponent
knows a youkai's attacks, he may find his weakness. It is a privilege generally
granted only to family."
Inuyasha nodded. Sesshoumaru pulled the curtains
over the huge open window and walked towards his bed. With the light from the
window blocked, the rooms had darkened considerably. He gestured for Inuyasha
to come. Inuyasha went to him.
"What has the wolf been telling you,
puppy?" he asked.
Inuyasha blinked as he his leash was pulled and
Sesshoumaru lifted him up and placed him onto the bed. It was the middle of the
afternoon. Why were they on the bed?
"Kouga-sama�he just told me what you were
like when you were both children, Master."
Sesshoumaru removed his collar and leaned over
him, pushing him down into the mattress.
"And?" Sesshoumaru prompted. "What did he say?"
"He-he said you were a bully," Inuyasha
admitted as the demon Lord's fangs nipped lightly at the pale skin on his neck.
"I see," Sesshoumaru murmured, drinking
in his puppy sweet, fresh scent.
"We-were you really, Master?" Inuyasha
asked hesitantly. Sesshoumaru was pleased he seemed to have got some of his
nerve back. Whatever Kouga had told him, his puppy was less timid now.
"I have never considered it," he
admitted.
Inuyasha sucked in a breath as Sesshoumaru's hands
roamed his body, stripping him of his garments. "Do you think I could be a
bully, Inuyasha?" he asked teasingly.
"No, Master" Inuyasha replied promptly.
Sesshoumaru drew back in slight surprise. That was a very quick answer.
"Why is that?" he asked curiously, scrutinizing
the flushed puppy lying under him.
"Because�" Inuyasha blushed and trailed
off. He looked at his Master's face hovering over him and he looked away,
trying to avoid his intense gaze.
"Yes?" he incited.
Inuyasha squirmed and his ears dropped as certain
painful memories came back to him. "I-I know what bullies are like and
Master is not like them."
Comprehension dawned on Sesshoumaru.
"You were bullied by other children." It
was not a question.
Inuyasha nodded slowly, looking miserable. He
didn't want to go over the experience.
Sesshoumaru frowned at the dejected look on his
face. Surely memories of bullying wouldn't warrant this degree of distress?
Granted, it couldn't have been pleasant but it was just in fun.
"What is the matter?" he whispered in
one fluffy ear.
Inuyasha drew his hands and knees close to his
chest and tried to curl in on himself the way,
Sesshoumaru had come to realize, he did when he was really upset.
"It is�it was scary," he said in a small
voice. "They did terrible things."
Sesshoumaru looked at him skeptically. That seemed
like a bit of an exaggeration, although Inuyasha tended to downplay things
rather than exaggerate. He had, admittedly, never been on the receiving end of it,
but he could not imagine it being all that terrible.
"They were children, puppy," he said
softly.
Inuyasha looked up at him and Sesshoumaru drew
back on seeing the scarred, knowing look in his eyes.
"They did terrible things," he repeated
quietly.
"Tell me," the demon Lord ordered,
intrigued.
Inuyasha looked away. He didn't want to. He didn't
want to even think about it but seeing the imperious look on his Master's face,
he swallowed nervously.
"The demon kids beat me. They�they had a
game-" his voice broke but he forced himself to continue. "They had
made games of�of hurting a hanyou and�and to see who
could make me cry the loudest and�and some other things�"
He stared off into the distance, remembering all
the painful, brutal things that the children had done, never once considering
that the strange looking creature with puppy ears on top of his head could feel
pain like them. The slavers had also mistreated him but there were certain
cruelties that only children and monsters were capable of; monsters because
they had no conscience, and they relished the pain of others, and children
because children were too innocent to know the deep, painful consequences of
their actions. It was frightening how alike children and psychopaths could be.
"They- they made me do th-things�shameful
things and-and if I could not do it, then they would � punish-"
This time, he could not continue as sobs that he
had been trying to contain finally came out. Tears rolled down his cheeks and
ashamed, he tried to keep his Master from seeing them.
Sesshoumaru, although outwardly impassive, was
shocked. Were children really capable of such things? He thought back to his
own childhood. They had all seemed so pathetic, falling over one another,
trying to gain his favor, doing whatever idiotic thing he told them to do in an
effort to please him. They'd been amusing to mess with. When away from the
castle, had their games involved tormenting a half-breed child?
Images flashed before Inuyasha's eyes � of himself
and 7 or 8 other, older children in a small, muddy deserted ground late in the
evening. Two boys, who seemed to be the leaders of the group, had shouted at
him, ordered him to do something. He remembered being terrified but he had
refused. And then they had smirked at each other. One of them, the bigger one,
had pinned Inuyasha to the ground. The other one had pulled his own pants down,
straddled the hanyou's face and-
"They cannot hurt you anymore." He heard
his Master's low, deep voice and returned to the present, to find himself held securely in the demon prince's arms. He hadn't
realized he'd begun shaking with sobs. He hid his tear stained face in his
Master's rock hard chest and wished he could just�disappear�so that he would
never have to think of those shameful things he had done.
Sesshoumaru allowed the puppy to burrow into his
chest and gently caressed his ears which now lay flat against the base of his
skull. He was lying down on his back on the bed. He had pulled the trembling
slave close to his body, holding him tightly.
The soothing motion seemed pleasant to the hanyou.
The sobs tapered off to sniffles and his tense muscles slowly went limp in
Sesshoumaru's unyielding arms.
"You do not have to tell me if you don't want
to," Sesshoumaru told him softly. Inuyasha raised his head up as much as
he could while still being pressed into his Master's body.
"N-no, Master," he replied, in a
tremulous voice. "I am sorry�I will answer any questions Master asks. Does
Master want me to tell him more about what they-"
"No," Sesshoumaru interrupted swiftly as
the pain shadowed his puppy's face again. "You do not have to tell me if
it causes you pain."
Inuyasha hesitated. "But-but if Master wishes
to know what I � what they-"
"It matters not what they did,"
Sesshoumaru told him, tightening his arms around the puppy. "You belong to
me now."
Inuyasha smiled gratefully, content to be nestled
in the demon Lord's powerful arms. He took a deep breath, breathing in the
musky, comforting scent of his Master. "Arigatou
gozaimasu," he whispered softly.
When Sesshoumaru looked down at his face, he was
puzzled to see a conflicted expression on his face, as if he was trying to make
up his mind about something. Inuyasha felt the demon Lord's eyes on him and
blushed and looked away. Sesshoumaru looked at him curiously. The puppy
squirmed in his arms but made no move to get away. He looked at Inuyasha with
growing amusement as the hanyou turned redder every time he risked a glance
upwards at his Master.
Finally, Inuyasha took a deep breath, closed his
eyes and raised his face up to place a chaste peck on the demon Lord's lips.
Sesshoumaru's eyes widened slightly, a rare smile forming on his lips as
Inuyasha ducked his head in embarrassment and hid his face on his Master's
chest.
Sesshoumaru fisted a hand in Inuyasha's long white
hair and tilted his head back, forcing him to look up. Inuyasha, too
embarrassed to meet his Master's eyes, kept his eyes shut as the demon Lord
leaned down and captured his lips in a deep kiss. Inuyasha melted against him
as his Master's tongue pressed against his lips, demanding entrance. Inuyasha
surrendered, opening his mouth to allow the prince to plunder it as he pleased.
Sesshoumaru pulled his head close, kissing him deeply.
When he was released, Inuyasha was out of breath.
Well�at least Master was not mad at his audacity.
But the demon Lord made no move to do anything
further. He settled Inuyasha's naked back against his chest and held him there,
with arm across his stomach and one across his shoulder with the result that
Inuyasha was cradled literally in his arms. Inuyasha shivered at the feel of
the unbelievably soft, cool silk against his bare and now hot body and the
possessive hold of his Master. His bare bottom brushed against Sesshoumaru's rock
hard abs, making him feel small and vulnerable. His ass muscles clenched
involuntarily and he almost moaned at the heat radiating off the demon Lord. He
loved that feeling whenever he was with his Master. It made him feel
protected�cared for.
"You know," Sesshoumaru murmured and
Inuyasha melted further at the deep voice laced with mischief. "Kouga was
not all that saintly then either. Did he tell you that?"
Inuyasha shook his head, curious. The wolf prince
had not told him anything about himself except for the fact that he'd saved
Kinta from being killed by Sesshoumaru. And he welcomed the chance to think
about anything other than his own childhood.
"Kouga used to forever seek out bigger
children to fight, especially when females were around."
Inuyasha looked up at him, startled, a light blush
dusting his cheeks. Sesshoumaru relished the look of surprise on his face as he
understood Kouga had neglected to mention certain interesting details.
"There was one girl in particular,"
Sesshoumaru revealed. "Her name was Ayame. She
was the daughter of the Northern Wolf demon tribe. Kouga had a habit of
flirting with all and sundry females but Ayame�Ayame thought he was courting her."
His eyes sparkled with laughter as he remembered
the spitfire female wolf who had claimed Kouga all for herself, announcing they
would be mated as soon as they were both of age. Kouga had taken it as a joke �
of course�what 7 -8 year old seriously thought about things such as mating? But
Ayame, it turned out, had been in dead earnest.
"Eventually, Kouga grew quite afraid of
her," Sesshoumaru told a gleeful Inuyasha. "He took to hiding or
fleeing whenever Ayame came around because she would
raise hell if she saw Kouga even speaking with another female."
Even Kouga, who had fancied himself something of a
ladies man, would be flabbergasted at the tall tales that woman came up with.
"Kouga, ultimately, was ashamed to show his
face among his friends, because Ayame had taken to
loudly and graphically telling whoever would listen, just what Kouga had done
and promised to do to her."
Inuyasha resolutely avoided the demon Lord's eyes
as he unwillingly thought of exactly what Ayame might
have said. It gave him a weird feeling in his belly and he was once again
extremely aware of his Master's hard body pressed against him.
"What else did Kouga tell you?"
Sesshoumaru murmured in his ear. He loved the way the silky appendage flickered
because of his warm breath.
Inuyasha squirmed, beginning to feel a little hot
and bothered. It was surprisingly erotic to be naked while his Master was still
fully clothed.
"Umm�he- Kouga-sama told me about
Kinta," Inuyasha said.
Sesshoumaru frowned. "Kinta?"
He could not recall anyone by that name.
"Kouga-sama said he-he said something about Tasiho-sama and you attacked him�"
Sesshoumaru dimly remembered almost strangling a
fool of a boy. Was his name Kinta?
"And Hiro�" Inuyasha continued, trying
to concentrate on what he was saying and not on the feel of his Master's hard,
strong thighs near his own thin legs.
"Ahh�Hiro,"
Sesshoumaru said softly, recalling the pale, bookish boy with an unusually
gentle nature.
"What did Kouga tell you about him?"
Sesshoumaru asked.
"Kouga-sama said you did not mind him�"
Inuyasha trailed off embarrassed. The term Kouga had used was 'kiss his ass'.
"�you did not mind him being close to you."
Sesshoumaru shifted slightly, adjusting his
position, but Inuyasha barely suppressed a gasp at the slight friction that
caused on his exposed ass. His skin had never felt so sensitive. The demon Lord
had barely touched him and already, his nipples were hard and aching...so was
another part of him.
"That was because Hiro was the most loyal of
all those imbeciles," Sesshoumaru recalled. The frail but courageous demon
had stood up for what he believed in, unlike those other fools who would sway
whichever way held reward. He wondered what had become of Hiro.
"Did all of them grow up with you,
Sesshoumaru-sama?" Inuyasha asked, wondering what happened to the nobles'
children.
"No," Sesshoumaru replied. "Most of
the children there aged faster than me."
Inuyasha cocked his head. "They were
older?"
"No, I was older than most of them." He
remembered, smiling, how he'd insisted there be no older children there with
them. He had and still did despise the supercilious attitude they held because
of their age.
"Pureblooded demons age the slowest.
Therefore, those of inferior blood 'grew up' faster than I. Most of them left
and concentrated on training for whatever profession they intended to take up.
After a while, my training began as well."
He recalled how grueling his early years of
intensive training had been. He trained daily with his parents then.
Eventually, he practiced on his own and his training with his parents became
less and less frequent.
"I do not recall when the playground was
turned back into gardens. In all probability, while I was away on
training."
Once he was proficient in, what the Lord and the
Lady of the West called 'basics', he was sent to train in different terrains
under different conditions, battling with demons his father deemed appropriate
for him. Though in all fairness, what his parents considered 'basics' would be
considered difficult and advanced by anybody else. But he wasn't complaining.
Although he'd resented having to work so hard then, the training had stood him
in good stead. Whether he thought himself ready or not had been inconsequential
then. He had to do as he was told. Later, once he was older, his father began
to leave the choice of his opponents up to him, interfering only on rare
occasions. But by then, Sesshoumaru himself sought out demons stronger and more
powerful than himself to increase his strenght.
Unknown to Inuyasha, he smirked, wickedly noting
the puppy's increasing arousal. He had not meant to take things very far today.
This was the last day he would get to spend peacefully before he began training
tomorrow. He had wanted to spend it Inuyasha. His smirk widened as Inuyasha
squirmed seeking contact on his tingling bottom. It seemed his puppy was having
difficulty controlling himself.
Inuyasha glanced back worriedly at his Master.
Sesshoumaru-sama seemed oblivious to his�state. What was he to do now? It was
not his place to seek gratification for himself, after all. His Master would
use him when it pleased him to do so.
Sesshoumaru saw the heated but resigned look in
his eyes and determined he would have the puppy begging him before the end of
the night. The hanyou had to learn that he would not be punished for asking
although, he thought a little sadistically, it remained to be seen whether he
would grant it.
"Rest, Inuyasha," he ordered, knowing
full well there was no way Inuyasha would be able to sleep in such a state.
"I must awaken at dawn tomorrow to train."
Inuyasha looked over his shoulder and watched
despairingly as his Master let his eyes close. Now what? The sun had not even
set yet but he definitely couldn't wake his Master!
Then he barely managed to suppress a moan as his
Master's hand drifted down his stomach and brushed his almost fully hard
member. He knew it was an accidental touch but it made matters much worse. He
squirmed as much as he could in Sesshoumaru's steel grip and closed his eyes,
trying to sleep. Sesshoumaru-sama didn't seem to realize what even an
inadvertent touch did to him.
Behind him, the demon Lord smiled evilly.
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