Unexpected Circumstance | By : Neptunesdemon Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13386 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4 |
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Title: Unexpected Circumstance
Author: Neptunesdemon Archive: Fanfiction net; Mpreg mailing list Category: Mpreg, romance, drama Pairings: Inuyasha/Sesshomaru Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: None Warnings: Yaoi, OOC, incest, OC, mpreg, evilness Author's Note: Insert usual excuse and sob-story. Here's chapter whatever this one is. The end is so close that I can taste it. It's bitter, and yet, sweet. Some spice will make it just right. O.o Yes, I am insane. Read on! xoxoxoxox Sesshomaru merely watched from his seat in a cushioned chair as his mother fussed over Shippo, who was doing his best to be as difficult as possible. He had already been dressed in one of Sesshomaru's childhood kimonos, the fabric falling a bit bigger on the smaller kitsune, and now Hiromi was trying her damnedest to get the boy's hair in a presentable state. Well, the servant was trying her best, Hiromi was merely snapping orders that the kit keep still and be a good little vagrant. The prince was sure that it wasn't working, as the more Hiromi bid him to keep still, was the more the kitsune wiggled. Kazue gurgled, sitting in his lap and busy with gnawing on a bone from a snack that had been brought for him, and he looked down to his son with a gentle smile. His hand petted over the short black locks, already full and promising to be quite the mane when it started to grow out. He did have to give the vile hanyou some credit on that aspect, his hair was nice. Full and wavy, and not to mention healthy, even if the damned spider looked as sickly as they come. He couldn't help passing his hand down his son's back to lift the cloth and peek at the birthmark on his back. It hurt him to know that he had it, knowing that there would always be something much more permanent in reminding him that this was Naraku's son. His finger gently traced at the mark, the thing more raised as if it were an old scar rather than a birthmark. "Please, stop being difficult!" Hiromi was halfway shrieking, Shippo whining endlessly as the hand-maiden finally got the tie out of his hair to begin brushing it. "Be a good little boy, you vile little demon!" Rolling his eyes, Sesshomaru stood and decided it was best to take over. He should have known his mother was no good at this. Hell, she had raised him and that was enough proof. Walking over he rested a hand on his mother's shoulder to grab her attention, holding Kazue out for her when she turned to look at him with a twitching eye. Suppressing a laugh, he traded off his son before looking to Shippo with well-known stoic look. "You will behave and you will sit still." He didn't need to say anything more, and Shippo had merely closed his mouth instead of trying to give any objections. With a whine and a pout, he crossed his arms and planted himself down in a huff, crocodile tears gathering in his eyes. The servant nodded in thanks before continuing her task, and Sesshomaru looked back to his mother who seemed satisfied with the turn of events. "If you ask me, he needs more training." She commented, looking to her grandson and beginning to coo at him. "He's not a pet, Hahaue." Sesshomaru reminded her, the older inukai merely rolling her eyes. "Shippo is my adopted son. I will treat him like a child." "Hai, hai." Hiromi sighed out, before she was looking back to him with a smile. "And speaking of children, when do you plan on telling this new lord of ours the glorious news of-" "Hahaue!" He was hissing out, effectively shutting her up. He looked to the maiden, who was doing her best to pretend she didn't hear or hadn't been listening in, but he knew most of his servants were too nosy for their own good. He gave her a warning glare and the maiden meeped before focusing fully on her given duty of taming the kitsune's locks. Then he was looking back to his mother, whose full attention was on the baby in her arms. "I was thinking that I would announce my reluctant approval of your mating tonight, and from there we'll set a date for the ceremony. I was thinking that we could stray from the traditional red-colored theme. Maybe green? No, it was never your color. Oh, how about blue?" "Hahahue." "Although it was more of your father's color. I suppose red is your best match." She ignored him, going on and on. "Then I'll just have to add gold. Oh, and orchids will have to do. Lotus blossoms are so last century. And don't let me forget that we absolutely must have-" "Okasan!" That grabbed her attention, as well as stopped her mid-sentence, and she turned to look back at her son with a near shocked expression. In all of her years, or at least the years she had been there for Sesshomaru, the last time that Sesshomaru had called her Okasan was when he was still a young pup. She had quickly schooled him on the proper way to address her with respect. It gave a her a mixture of feelings that she would have to decipher later, but for now, shock was the most prominent. "We'll discuss this later." Sesshomaru insisted, motioning to Shippo, who was primped and ready. The young kit didn't look too happy, but dressed in Sesshomaru's hand me downs and his hair in a proper topknot, he did look like a young prince. "Shippo is finished and I believe we will be late if we continue to linger here." "Yes, of course." Was all she said with a nod. Sesshomaru dismissed the servant, who left with a bow and then he was moving closer to his mother to take Kazue from her. She let him, staring at her son the entire while. Sesshomaru either didn't seem to notice or ignored her, heading to Shippo and gently pushing the kit towards the door. "Shall we, Hahaue?" "No." He turned to look at her, his brow raised in a silent question and Hiromi only shrugged while offering him a sheepish smile. "I mean, you can call me Okasan." She told him, his face falling into a stoic mask to hide his confusion. "I mean, I would prefer it. It sounds. . .nice. I like it." "Very well." Sesshomaru said with a nod, not really wanting to delve any deeper into why this had suddenly come about. "Shall we. . .Okasan?" "Yes, we shall." She said with a nod, walking forward and holding Shippo's hand, ignoring the fox's pout. Sesshomaru nodded, before taking the lead in directing them to the dining hall, unable to hold back the urge to smile. Who knew that it would take a couple of centuries before his mother would actually want to behave as such. Well, he wouldn't complain, even though it would take some getting use to, he'd be more than welcome to accept it. Ten minutes later, he was contemplating if he had made the right choice in doing so. Sesshomaru wanted very much to escape the consistent chattering that was steadily streaming from his mother's lips, but being the good noble that he was, he minded his manners and stayed. All he did was nod and every so often made a sound of agreement, contemplation, or confirmation that he had heard her. Had he known that his mother was so chatty when she grew comfortable enough, he would have made sure to stay on her bad side. "And, darling, I think it time that you try new things. Have you never thought of traveling?" Hiromi took Sesshomaru's random sound as a signal to keep going. "I mean, I do live in a very large, nearly empty castle. It would do you and the children some good to visit. I am no stranger to hosting guests. Your mate, well, he'll be far too busy running the kingdom to bother with the likes of me. I suppose it's for the best." It was a discreet way of saying that Inuyasha was unwelcome in her home. He didn't expect her to put up with him when she didn't have to. The Western Palace no longer held the freedoms for her that it once did. With Inuyasha in charge, she had to grit her teeth and grin, but on her own lands, she could do as she pleased. Sesshomaru was busy contemplating bashing his head into a wall, when a door not too far up the hallway slid open. Hakkaku eagerly rushed out, leading the way for Ginta, who was dressed in what their clan passed for formal wear. There was still nearly the same amount of skin being shown, but the usual fur-pelt kilts were now longer and their armor was polished for the occasion. The Beta wolf smiled at Sesshomaru and nodded in greeting, taking the initiative and walking closer. "Sesshomaru-ouji." Ginta greeted, arms full with one of his pups. The other was strapped to Hakkaku's back, the spike-haired wolf coming closer with a small bow. "I see you're heading for the dining hall yourself." "Of course." Was all Sesshomaru offered. Ginta accepted it and was then looking to Kazue, who had begun babbling and screeching playfully at the sight of new faces. The wolf cooed for a moment, before looking back to Sesshomaru, who was smiling down at his son with only his eyes. "Your son is adorable. He'll be as strong as you, and of course as handsome." Sesshomaru looked to the wolf with a raised brow, but resisted the urge to snort. Kazue as strong as him? If he did things right, his son would be stronger and then he would answer to no one. He looked to the young pup in Ginta's arms, and the proof of dark curls showing that it was truly Kouga's cub. Then he was glancing as best as he could at the baby strapped to Hakkaku's back. The ookami lord had done very well for himself. "Your children are quite remarkable themselves. I believe they will grow to be strong, and with us now allies, their futures are sure to be lacking in danger." "Allies!" Hiromi was yelping out, startling both adults and children. "To wolves! Are you mad!" "Okasan!" Hiromi huffed and rolled her eyes, but cleared her throat and hid most of her face behind a large sleeve. It had to be large to hide the distraught face that she held at the news she had just heard. "Please, forgive her." Sesshomaru offered an apology to the silver and black-haired demon. "At her age, senility is beginning to set in." Ginta barely held in a laugh, while Hiromi let out a horrified high-pitched sound, her eyes staring at her son in mock hurt and disbelief. "Is this any way to treat your okasan?" She was questioning him, and Sesshomaru barely held himself from rolling his eyes. "Shall we?" Was all he said to Ginta, who nodded his thanks. The two started off, Hakkaku following after them and Hiromi reluctantly doing the same. Along the way they met up with the rest of Ginta's pack, and settled in to comfortable conversation. They were all unaware of the blank eyes that followed after them, tracking their every move. Green eyes settled on the first-time "mother" and newest prince of the West, those same eyes then landing on the pup in his arms. Settling more comfortably in the shadows, Kanaye smiled when red and gold infantile eyes looked back to lock with his. "Hello son." His voice was low, barely a whisper, but he knew the child could hear him. "You and mommy will be with daddy very soon." His grin grew much more malicious when the baby began to fuss, and he watched the group of demons round a corner before he allowed himself to laugh out loud. When he had calmed, he carefully peeled away from the wall he had been leaning against so that he could silently track after them. Yes, he'd have them very soon indeed. xoxoxoxox No one had said anything yet at the appearance of the supposedly missing miko. She stood there patiently waiting, with an innocent smile on her face as they stared back at her in disbelief and confusion. Sango stood wide-eyed and mouth hanging open, as if she had wanted to say something but the words wouldn't form. Miroku held no expression, and the only clue that he was curious was how his eyes carefully went over the miko as if he were suspicious. Minako held her usual frown, but her hardened stare never wavered from the miko and Inuyasha held a scowl, discreetly testing the air for the miko's scent. It sure did smell like Kagome. How the hell could she be missing if she was standing right here? "Where the hell have you been?" He started to question her, breaking the stupor that had fallen over everyone. "I was just told that you had gone missing? What happened?" Kagome titled her head in confusion, looking back and forth between her companions, who were waiting for her response. "Missing? Why would you think I was missing?" She asked and Miroku frowned a bit before he was shrugging. "Well, it could be the fact that you weren't in the room when we went looking for you, nor could we find you when we searched around the palace." He told her, Kagome merely blinking. "Kohaku's missing, too." Sango was finally able to find her voice. "We thought he was responsible and had done something to you." "Kohaku's gone missing?" She questioned, frown taking her face. "What could have happened? You don't think it's Naraku, do you?" "I don't think this is something to discuss here." Minako warned them, looking about the hall to the few servants that occupied it. "Too many willing ears and loose tongues lagging about. And besides, I'm hungry, let's head to the dining hall and get something to eat." As she began to shuffle off, Inuyasha reached out to gently grab her by the elbow to stop her. She turned to look back at him, asking the question without words and a raise of her brows. "Didn't you have something to tell me, baachan?" He asked her, and Minako grunted, Right. She was about to tell him something before they were interrupted. Now was not the time though, it would have to wait. "When we're alone, son." She said gently tapping his hand. "It'll have to wait." "I suppose we can discuss the recent circumstances later on." Miroku said with a sigh, leaning warily on his staff. "Miss Sango, shall I escort you to the dining hall. It will be my pleasure to enter with a lovely lady on my arm." Sango had rather get to things now, but she wasn't stupid and could sense the air of caution that had turned up with the appearance of Kagome. She could wait, though she had to wonder and worry what Kohaku was up to as they erred on the side of caution. Reluctantly, she took Miroku's offered arm and nodded to Inuyasha as they left following after Minako to head for the dining hall. The two lagging behind looked to each other and Inuyasha tried his best to study Kagome more than he was already scrutinizing her. Something was odd, it was like Kagome wasn't acting like herself. "Something wrong?" She asked him, another smile in place. 'What the hell is she so happy about?' He didn't word his question, but he did lean forward and sniff her again, just to make sure. Nothing had changed, it was still the same smell. A mixture of clean clothes, Kagome's usual perfume and medicine; courtesy of her grandfather. He pulled back and looked her over again, Kagome giggled and pushed at his shoulder playfully as she shook her head. "What's gotten into you?" She asked him, and Inuyasha only grunted, hand resting on the hilt of Tetsusaiga. He was carrying it everywhere recently, even though he wasn't out in the wild like before. He didn't want to be caught unprepared, especially now with Naraku sneaking about his latest home. "I could ask you the same thing." He told her, looking her over one last time. "So, where'd you go?" Kagome shrugged, before she was turning to begin walking off, Inuyasha falling in stride beside her. "Well, I couldn't stay cooped up in that room for too long, so I was merely out taking a walk. I didn't think I'd cause so much of a fuss." "Is that so?" "Uh huh." She said, moving closer to latch onto Inuyasha's arm. That had the Daiyoukai stiffening and he stopped to turn and face her, pulling away with a sort of growl. "What the hell Kagome!" He burst out, the miko confused and unsure of what had caused the outburst. "You're colder than usual!" "What?" She was baffled, it was obvious. Inuyasha reached out to take hold of her hand, his frown deepening as he touched her skin. Hell, he could remember Kagome feeling warmer than this. What was going on? "You feel cold." He muttered, reaching out to feel her forehead next. "Are you sick?" The human girl's shoulders sagged in relief as Inuyasha continued to fuss over her. For a moment she had thought that she had done something wrong. "Well, I've been feeling a little under the weather." She told him, and Inuyasha looked her in the eye. "Is it a side effect from the jewel shards you've been detecting?" His concern was earnest, and Kagome smiled appreciatively as well as reassuringly. "I suppose, but I'll be fine. I think I just need some good food and company." "Yeah, I guess so." "Lord Inuyasha!" The call had them both turning to see a sentry for Princess Sakuya approaching them, the hebi-youkai bowing as he came to a stop before them. "Her highness has requested that you please allow her to take her meal in her room." He began, Inuyasha growling and facing him head on. "Like hell I will. She eats with us or she can start packing and to hell with her damned peace treaty." He warned, the sentry straightening and giving him a flustered look. "My lord, I implore you. The princess is ill." He begged, trying his best to assuage the Daiyoukai in the princess' favor. Inuyasha growled again, not wanting to believe it for one moment. "Prove it." xoxoxoxox Ishimaru stared down at his father's prone body, dressed in a white funeral kimono, and he couldn't help the bitter taste in the back of his mouth. It had to be done. His father had lost sight of what was their clan's true objective. He had gotten too comfortable being ruled under Inu Law and had forgotten that the badger had been the dogs' master at one time. It was time to make things right and Mujina's hindering ways had to be brought to a stop. He would hold no remorse for what he had done. It was for the good of the clan's future. He would see to it that he was Daiyoukai soon enough. Reaching out, he straightened the collar and obi, fighting the lump in his throat all the while, before he was pulling the sheet to cover his father's body from view again. They would put him in his casket soon, and take him back to the manor where the wake and funeral would commence all in one night. Tomorrow at dawn, he'd cremate the body and collect the bones afterward. When he'd gained the West back, his father's urn will sit beside the throne, so that his father's spirit could witness his achievement. "You'll see, Otousan." Ishimaru was murmuring, his face hardened with determination. "The West will be ours again." "Ishimaru-sama." A servant was calling and he turned to look at the young demon bowing in respect. "Dinner is approaching. Shall I inform them you won't be attending?" "Very well. Send my father's body to my house and have them prepare the ceremonies to start once I've arrived." "Hai, Ishimaru-sama." The servant left and Ishimaru gave one last parting glance to what remained of his father. They would all see, he would return the West to the way it once was, the way it was supposed to be. xoxoxoxox Sesshomaru could only try his best not to run off screaming as his mother told the newly added members of their small group tales of his infancy. Not only was that not in his character, he was sure that it was rude to leave his guests behind with a mad woman he could barely tolerate himself. They had come across Ginta and his pack-mates as they headed for the dining hall and had decided to go together. The two newly made parents were going on with a polite conversation of parenting woes, when Hiromi had jumped in and began to give the intimate, and not to mention private, details of the few times she had actually spent with him as a pup. "I'll have you know that Sesshomaru learned the hard way that his ochinchin was not a toy." He nearly choked at what he had heard having finally decided to focus in on the conversation. How dare she? His ochinchin and whether he had played with it as a toddler was his business and no one else's. Clearing his throat, he gained his mother's attention, the woman having been laughing with the rest of the group at his dismay. "Are you alright, dear?" Hiromi asked him. "Something in your throat?" He had barely opened his mouth when Kazue had suddenly started whining, the infant wriggling as if he was uncomfortable, small hands scratching at his ears as if he was hearing something irritating. The hairs on the back of his neck began to rise the same moment Kazue started crying, and he looked about suspiciously for any sign of danger. Ginta had stopped, now alert himself, his male pup cradled close to his chest and his dark eyes staring straight ahead as if expecting something. Hakkaku had long handed over the Beta wolf's daughter to an older ookami, and was now standing at the front of the group half crouched in a stance as if he was ready to fight. The feeling got worse as the moment drew on, his stomach tightening and Kazue's crying continued despite his efforts to calm and quiet him. He felt Shippo take to hiding behind him, the small kitsune gripping the fabric of his hakama tightly, while peeking out from behind him. The small group stood ready and waiting, all sets of eyes looking down the hallway as if expecting whatever danger lurked beyond it to jump out from the barest of shadows. The air grew tense the longer they stood waiting and Kazue's crying wasn't letting up. It made things worse when the two wolf pups started whining, having woken from their nap because of the shrieking wails. Ginta was soon easily cradling both pups in his arm, his pack having made a tight circle about him and Sesshomaru was trying his best to soothe Kazue, but never letting his eyes stray from in front of him. It was at the last moment he felt a cold shiver crawl up his back and he spun to look behind him, almost too late. The first thing he noticed was cat-like green eyes, and he growled ready to jump back, but he wouldn't have to. A growl higher in pitch accompanied his and a dagger flashed in the lantern lights, warding off the hand that had been reaching for him. Hiromi stepped protectively in front of her fully grown pup, eyes flashing red and back again as she bared her fangs at the new comer. The small band of canine youkai warily watched back at the hebi-youkai that stood behind them, turning to face him as he hissed in pain, bringing his bleeding hand to his lips. It would seem Hiromi hadn't missed as they thought, and the snake demon licked at his wound with a forked tongue, green eyes nearly glaring at the female inukai. "Leave it to a despicable hebi to strike from behind!"While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. 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