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A Tale of Tales	By : GoddessEva Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor do I make any money off of this work. InuYasha is the property of RumikoTakahashi, though is He weren't he and his brother would never defeat Naraku, or anyone else because they would be fucking like bunnies.

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Chapter 2

Yes, Lord Yamamoto was to blame for all the strife that the young half demon found in his current existence, though not completely as he hadn’t been the one to leave him to that existence to begin with. No, on some level InuYasha knew that he probably blamed his mother for dying in the first place, or even worse his poor brothers, who were babes themselves when she passed and had no way to defend themselves, save cowering behind the one that had taken up their defense. Besides, they were taken too and probably suffering the same fate as him…or, shudder the thought, he might even be the lucky one; though he doubted it, as they were taken, gladly, by family while InuYasha was left to his own, but still he worried after them, always.
It wasn’t a particularly fabulous day, nor was it ominous. There was no foreshadowing of his mother’s sickness or her youngest child’s fate. There was only that which had been before. The hustle of the village preparing for harvest, the sounds of the children playing at games with balls and toys that InuYasha had, yet never bothered to use because they were extras and his brothers liked them, and he was powerful and they were not, and he should share because they were weak and needed him to. He would take what he wanted when he wanted it. But that was when they were older- or seemed older to their own eyes as children often think they are when they are children still-, and InuYasha had a full grasp of just how much more special he was then his brothers...and how much less his mother seemed to value him. Now, this is not to suggest that she did not care for him, for of course she did and displayed it often, this also does not suggest that such doubt is the product of a child’s mind who is unrightfully jealous of his brothers despite having just as much as they had, and he did have as much if not more; this was simply fact, as she told him herself once that she did not value him as she did her other children. She had cried when he asked her the meaning of ‘half-breed’ but she did that more for her other sons, he thought, and not for himself. He was left to ponder the virtue of such a word alone as she consoled her other children, who looked more like the rest of the villagers than he ever did and were never called such horrible things for no one looked at them with much the same disdain as they had for InuYasha. In fact they were beloved as the Lady’s only human children. Takeshi, though, was not human and InuYasha knew that very well and Takeshi knew that very well and Saiou knew that equally well for he was the Lady Izayoi’s only human son, so he just couldn’t understand why his brother would accept such praise in total defiance of his demon heritage, something of which InuYasha, himself, valued above all other things.
But there they were, Takeshi and Saiou, playing with the village children while InuYasha was left to scan the forest line, and watch; as usual. But he begrudged them nothing, for he loved his brothers and was content enough in their enjoyment of frivolous play, even if it did give Takeshi a big head and make him think that InuYasha should bow to him as the other children did. He wouldn’t, but would allow Takeshi to take the reign because he was the eldest and must be given his due, as he was taught by his mother and her ladies and told by Takeshi himself. InuYasha must give him everything and more if he asked for it. Something he, again, was happy to do, not only because he loved his brother and would do it for him anyway if he wasn’t the eldest but also (subconsciously) because he knew that if he truly needed anything his siblings had he could take it from them, simply inform them that he needed it and claim it as his own, for though Takeshi was the eldest there was a mutual and unspoken understanding between the three that InuYasha was the strongest and the very moment that Takeshi forgot that would likely be his last moment on this Earth. This was an instinctual understanding, of course, because InuYasha had never, nor would he ever, threatened his brothers in any way, because as previously stated he loved them and was content with their contentedness and would only ever become aggressive with those that threatened them. Otherwise, he was a perfectly if not unusually temperate and thoughtful child (not thoughtful in that he was kind, but more that he was ponderous and oftentimes mediated disagreements between siblings with an even hand and a mild manner, being the gentle and sensible person he was).
But today was somehow…different. There was some spark in the air that made it taste of flame and death and something he couldn’t yet identify but would later come to learn was the scent of blood and sex combined to create the scents of rape. These were the scents left behind by warriors and he had smelled them before when a brigade led by the human overseer had passed their village not long ago. This is not the same. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. These were bandits, and they had no care for woman and children except for their own pleasures. They were after riches, which were abundant in this village because the Lady required them, and they would kill to get them. The rising line of light on the wrong side of the horizon spoke of fire unleashed and the hollow sounds coming from the normally noisy trees spoke of fear and absence. They weren’t coming, they were here.
“Yasha! Yasha…!”
“…..InuYasha? InuYasha!”
He started, the voice of his Lord breaking his concentration on past events. “Yes, lord Sesshomaru, did you require something?”
“Your attention, as it is my due. We have arrived.”
Indeed they had. The Sky Palace was amazing, even from the ground, with the rich colors of its banners and the soft natural light that came from the city itself. It was a splendor. They mounted a carriage that had arrived during InuYasha’s unpleasant, if unfinished remembrance, and were lifted towards the front gates of the castle, which were carved of Ivory and did nothing to outline the wonder that was surely present in such a place. However, once inside the Palace was rather plain and simple looking. Sure, the colors were rich and the different buildings were crafted with precious stones like marble and Jade, but they weren’t polished, there was no sheen. Everything looked dirty, covered with dust, and the tapestries that had looked so splendorous from the ground were, up close, dull and in desperate need of a wash. This is why he has taken me. I am needed to clean his mother’s estate. I am to be a gift. InuYasha shuddered at the absence of other servants. Why was there no one else to wait on such a fine lady? Had they abandoned her? Had her son taken them? InuYasha shook his head in disgust. He had never liked his Lords, but they were his and he had a duty to serve them; he never would have walked away from them at the detriment of his honor, no matter what his feelings may be.
As they approached the main gate, the half demon made an inventory of all the things he needed to take caution of while he was serving the Mistress of the Heavens, the most prominent of which was a tapestry that depicted what he was sure was a family portrait of his Lord as a child in the arms of his Lord’s father and his Lady mother. It wasn’t a particularly touching picture, as the Lady seemed as distant as Lord Sesshomaru, but still InuYasha knew that she had a love for her child; it was clear in her eyes as the Lady gazed at the precious babe in her arms. He made note of the three vases, all red, with porcelain flowers of varying colors all in different styles based on the species they emulated; they were obviously very expensive and he would have to take great care of them.
As he made his mental account of all the fine items in the hall, he didn’t notice that Sesshomaru was watching him, considering his every gesture with a critical eye. The child seemed strangely at ease. Nothing like he was during their trip, he stood tall as he took in his surroundings rather than distracted and rather depressed. The Lord wondered briefly what was passing through his estranged brothers head as they reached the end of the hall to stand before the large and ornate entrance to the greeting hall of the palace. In the past, Lord Sesshomaru never would have bothered even briefly considering the thoughts of another, least of all his siblings as they were often ever-loud and filled with feelings of entitlement from their eldest brother, a sense of equality that was not theirs to claim, as they were bastards and not his true siblings. This boy, however, was his equal simply by nature of his birth and the circumstances of his parentage, and yet, probably due to his being raised as a slave, he seemed to be more inclined to differ to his lord brother as is proper despite their relative equality. Even as he walks at his side, an obvious if not impassive indication of their equality, he kept his head respectfully parallel to the ground and always had his ears tilted towards him in a gesture of devout attention.
InuYasha turned to him and noticed his intent gaze. “Apologies, my Lord, I did not mean to be so inattentive, did you require something of me?”
Sesshomaru chuckled, knowing full well that the boy was nothing if not attentive. “No, we are here.”
As he spoke the large door opened and they were beckoned inside by two very large stone demons guarding the hall, their spears tipped with varnished silver, their solid stone armor chipped away by the hands of time. That this room was just as dusty as the rest of the estate was the first of many things that InuYasha noticed when they entered the greeting hall. InuYasha scoffed derisively- and privately- at himself. When had he become so damn domesticated? He was losing himself in this, whatever it was, but…he turned his eyes to Lord Sesshomaru. He looked so much like his Takeshi…
They were so different, Lady Izayoi’s triplets, and yet they were similar enough that their relation to one another made perfect sense. The eldest, Takeshi, was born a full-fledged demon, not an ounce of human blood to be found, snow white hair- which was quite common in InuYoukai-, and the golden eyes of his father, his markings similar to the Lord InuTaisho’s except in coloring, in this he was more similar to his Lord Brother, whom their mother had failed to name much to their dismay, and pale as the moonlight skin-though his love of the outdoors would change that complexion rather quickly. The second son, Saiou, was a fully human child, however he was blessed with the lifespan of his demon brothers so they would not have to suffer his death until they themselves were ripe with age, he had his mother’s midnight black hair and strange purple eyes, no marks on his face of course because what kind of human has those, and his mother’s darker skin. The youngest child, InuYasha, was…different, in every way that a child can be different from his brothers. His hair was spun silver, like the starlight a gift not commonly bestowed upon InuYoukai by the Gods since ancient times, his eyes were a piercing amber, glimmering like jewels in any light they happened to be seen in, only his pupils fluctuated with the light, wider to resemble Saiou’s in the darkness helping to see even in the pitch black of an unlit Shinto at the dead of night, or much more narrow, like the crossing of a blade upon the amber pools they graced in the brightest of lights. His skin was pale and would stay that way, only to be kissed by the sun but a little to give the slightest bit of tan that didn’t survive the winter despite his own fondness for the outdoors. His ears were that of a puppy’s, small and perky and lined with a velvet-like fur that his brothers envied. His markings were…ancient. Spinning, spiral patterns of black framed his eyes and his cheeks in a manner that enhanced their beauty, the markings upon his back wound themselves to resemble the wings of a dark angel, lovely in appearance yet terrible in power; his shoulders graced with the marks of the guardian and the martyr respectfully, this however was unknown to his mother, who told him very often that he was an ornate child that would be cherished by his father for his uniqueness which he took to mean he would be valued as thus over any personal identity and furrowed his eyes at such a frivolous notion.
He had learned to walk earlier than his older siblings and was exploring the village by the time he was 19 months old. His brothers didn’t even learn how to talk until they were 22 months, something InuYasha also learned to do much earlier and more eloquently for that matter, yet never saw the practicality of exercising such a skill. Even so young he had discovered that words were like diamonds, useless and expensive. He had said as much to Lady Izayoi when she observed him watching his brothers play with the other children, to which she commented that he was a very serious boy and needed to learn how to interact with people. Little did he know that the wisdom of her words were to given, not to encourage him to leave her side as he often thought- for the fact that she valued him different from his siblings was not, as he had thought, that she valued him less, but that she valued him above them for his responsible nature, calm demeanor and stunningly ancient beauty which she held as a gift that would surely benefit her oddly distant yet staunchly devoted child- but to encourage him to build bridges that would help him when she was gone from his life, for she knew that beneath that armor her small child had built was a tender heart that would need to be nurtured and cared for in a way that he would not receive from the selfish child she had born alongside him; though she loved Takeshi and Saiou as well as InuYasha, she knew full well that he was the strongest and best of all three.
The villagers were entranced by the child almost immediately after his birth. They would turn to look at him whenever he would pass them in his explorations and admire his beauty. It was when one of them had tried to touch him that problems arose. They learned quickly that the beauty before them, despite his size, was dangerous when cornered. A new comer had arrived in the village just over a year after the children had been born, and he more than any of the others was hypnotized by the dark beauty that lived among them. That he was only a babe did not concern this stranger as he followed him into the rice field the first summer intent on having a more thorough examination of the lovely little one. InuYasha had stopped at the small spring that filled the block of land in which the villagers grew rice, to have a drink from the cool spring and enjoy the quiet that came after harvest time when he noticed the visitor that had chosen to accompany him without his knowledge.
“Hello, little one,” the Strange man said with, what InuYasha imagined was supposed to be a friendly, nonthreatening smile. “My name is Jun.”
“Hello,” InuYasha replied, his voice playing across Jun’s ears like the song of a small bird, new and soft and uncertain in its magnificence and perfection. “Do you live here?”
Jun laughed. “Yes, I recently had to relocate to your village. I live in the hut on the other side of this field. See,” Jun pointed to his small home. “It’s just over there.”
InuYasha nodded, his eyes following the path Jun’s finger had drawn. The house was quite small especially when compared to his own, which housed himself his two siblings his mother and three hundred servants with room to spare. InuYasha’s brow furrowed as he privately contemplated how a person could really live in such a small place, but decided that the thought was silly, of course he lived their everyone else in the village did, and Jun had just told him he did. He rolled his eye. Silly Yasha.
“And what is your name, little one?”
“Hmm?” InuYasha obviously wasn’t listening.
“Your name, sweet one, what is it?”
“Oh! InuYasha, my name is InuYasha. I live over there.” He pointed to his mother’s estate so that his new friend could see where he lived too.
But Jun wasn’t following the little fingers as InuYasha had followed his. No he was eyeing the slender frame the child possessed. When InuYasha turned back to look at him he was uncomfortable with the gaze Jun directed at him. He had never seen it before but he knew he didn’t like it. “I need to go home now, Jun.”
Jun was surprised by the sudden change in the child. He had thought that the boy was as ensnared as he was. Guess not. “What, you don’t want to spend any more time with me?”
“Mommy will be worried.”
“No she won’t you can tell her that you were with your new friend, I’m sure that she’ll understand.”
“Hmmm….I guess.” InuYasha was still uncertain, but in his little mind Jun was right, Mommy was always telling him to make friends after all. Surely she wouldn’t mind him venturing out this once. But Jun was still giving him that strange look that InuYasha knew spelled trouble for him one way or another. He was strong though, and despite his reluctance to speak to people he was a child, and children always wanted friends. “Do you want to play a game with me? I know a good one we can play with a ball and the river.”
“That would be great. I have a few balls in my home if you would like to get one.”
This sent off warning bells in InuYasha’s head. No, a voice said to him from deep inside. Go home, InuYasha. This man is trouble. Go home. But he didn’t listen. New as this voice was, InuYasha chalked it up to strange paranoia and followed his new friend across the field and into his tiny abode. But….he didn’t see any balls…where were they? “Jun, what happened to the balls you had?”
“My sweet InuYasha, I’m afraid I was mistaken. You see, I don’t have any balls that you could play games with out on the stream. But I know of a different game we could play together.”
InuYasha was disappointed. He wanted to play in the stream. “Okay, I guess…what kind of game? Can we invite other people to play?”
“No, lovely one, this is a game only for you and me; a secret game, just for special friends.”
OH! A secret game! InuYasha loved secrets! And special friends, oh yes, InuYasha wanted to have a special friend, it sounded perfect! “How do you play?”
“Well,” Jun knelt down to caress the sweet slender face of the child before him, sinking his hands deep into that already long silver cascade of perfection. “You have to close your eyes and look up a little for me, sweet little thing, and don’t open your eyes for any reason, alright?”
“’k!” InuYasha exclaimed, closing his eyes obediently for his new special friend.
“Alright now be still.” Jun’s other hand reached around to caress the perfect little bottom the graced this child’s gorgeous frame, so small and already so perfect. He leaned in to caress a tiny fur-lined ear with his lips. “Don’t move, little one,” He pressed his knee lightly against the place between InuYasha’s tiny legs while simultaneously pressing his already hardening arousal into the child’s legs.
InuYasha whimpered. He didn’t like this game. “Jun-“
“Hush, little one, let me touch you. It will be alright, you’ll see. I’ll make you feel so good.”
“No. Jun, no! I don’t want to play anymore! I want to go home!” InuYasha was close to tears now, he didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t like it not one bit. He wanted his mommy and he wanted her NOW!
“Just be still, InuYasha.” Jun growled out in a harsh and cruel voice. “You will be still, or I will cease to be gentle and take you like the little whore you are meant to be.”
“NO!” Just then the voice deep inside of InuYasha sprang to the outside, he felt his claws and fangs elongate and a crackle of electricity sounded through the small dwelling. Before either of them knew what was happening, Jun was flying out of the hut and into one of the trees that lined the edges of the village for all the villagers to see and InuYasha was openly sobbing in his distress and fear of the previous events. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards his mother’s home and into her arms where he remained for days after the incident crying and clinging to his mother for safety. It was after that, that the villagers learned to look but never touch. Not that the half-demon would give anyone the opportunity to lure him into such a precarious situation ever again…well that and his mother didn’t let him out of the house for almost a month after the villagers had told her what happened. After a time, he simply became acclimated to remaining indoors and watching his brothers play, enjoying their enjoyment, and so that is what he did. He watched, and watched, until the bandits came to his quite village and his brother shouted his name….Yasha…..Yasha…..Yasha…..
“My, Sesshomaru, you keep such interesting company these days. Tell me, is the half-breed simply for ambience or is he good for something more.” Lord Sesshomaru’s lady mother had entered the room while he was once again trapped in his past. Why does that keep happening? She was beautiful, as he knew she would be having seen the portrait of her and her family. He bowed respectfully to the Lady as her gaze settled upon him. “Well, at least the hanyou knows his place.”
“Mother, you lied to me.”
She started, her hands clutching her chest in a vain attempt to mimic hurt feelings. “I never! How could you accuse your poor mother of such a thing, Sesshomaru? I’m hurt, truly.”
“You told me that only the two children survived the raid on their mother’s house, and yet I find this boy,” He motioned to InuYasha who was stilled bowed in respect, “serving in Kairo’s home as a slave! Of all the affronts you have allowed my father’s house to suffer, woman, this is surely the most heinous. Explain yourself, now.”
“Now, now, Sesshomaru, calm yourself. This child doesn’t even remotely resemble the fine and fair young thing that the Lady Izayoi was rumored to have born your father, nor did he look it then, so I saw no reason to snatch up this obvious imposter.”
It was true. The ‘InuYasha’ that Izayoi had born was intricately marked and stunningly beautiful. This InuYasha was quite plain, with no markings, thick, white, commoner’s hair and very plain yellow eyes, closer to a cat’s than to a dog. Perhaps his mother was right. Perhaps this child was an imposter. But Sesshomaru could see the shimmer of magic over his skin. He had detected it when he was examining the boy just before they entered the hall. He was hiding something under that barrier, Sesshomaru was sure. How to get to it though, that was the question. “But the other boys. They were with this one, and you took them without him. Did they not say anything to you?” He looked towards the half-demon pup once again. He would know this child; this alien son of his father whom he never knew. Never got the chance to know. This boy was his brother, he was sure…or perhaps he was simply his. Either way, he would unravel this boy’s secrets, his boy’s secrets.
“They said nothing, which lends only more evidence to my theory the he is a fake, a charlatan. Did it honestly never occur to you that such a child, even a half demon, would take it upon himself to steal your father’s legacy?”
“I need to speak to your mage.”
She started. “Whatever for?”
“That is none of your concern. It is for you to know only that I must, no, I will speak to the mage that is resident in this palace.”
“Well then, my very ill-mannered son, he is in the solaria.”
He turned to the Halfling. “Come, InuYasha, we are going to the solaria. We will speak to the mage now.”
………..Mage? What the hell do we need to see a mage for?

A/N: I know, I know, the Italics confuse you; in the first chapter they were more the intro to the second chapter. I decided to do away with that notion in the second one and use them as a kind of place holder for the following chappies. I also realize that the format of this chapter is confusing, the transition from past to present and back again, but I did this on purpose. If you’ve ever read A Rose for Emily, you’ll understand. Granted the author of that story surely did it better than me, but hey at least I tried. ALSO! I have decided to change my position on a Sango appearance…A certain someone knows why ;) As always, reviews are appreciated.
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