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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 28: Union of the Packs – pt. 3

Chapter summary: With InuYasha and all the others having become terribly hungry after screwing their brains out and conceiving children while high on his and Sesshomaru’s combined dog demon sexual energy, Sesshomaru thoughtfully leaves the cave den the pack shelters in and gathers food for them to share. In the course of gathering that food, he takes some time to reflect on the nature of his new relationship with his recently-ascended brother and his friends.
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(Soundtrack: Edguy – Heart of Twilight)
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            Once he had climbed above the tops of the trees surrounding Kuno’s mountain cave, Sesshomaru accelerated into fairly slow, slightly-descending flight to take himself down the forested mountain slope, in the direction of the human lord Hideki Saito’s village. With his silvery mane and regrown Mokomoko trailing in the air behind him, he kept himself in his silk-clothed and armor-clad humanoid form instead of shifting to a sphere of glowing demonic light, since there was no emergency for him to attend to right then. Over the course of the past day and night, such emergencies had included the time he needed to rapidly transport a freshly-envenomated InuYasha to Saito’s healer, Keiji, or when he and Kagome had to find InuYasha up the mountain after he threw him through the roof of Keiji’s house, out of Saito’s village. Now, his goal was to secure food for InuYasha and the others as they waited in Kuno’s cave: human style food from Saito’s village for most of them, and a whole deer each for Kirara and Ah-Un, which he would take from the forest afterward.
            As he flew, Sesshomaru observed the waning quarter moon shining dimly in the clear night sky above him. Greatly relieved that InuYasha had survived his encounter with Kuno and with equal sexual satisfaction pumping in his demonic blood after breeding Rin, he allowed himself to enjoy the moon’s simple, natural beauty. His lips curled into a stoic smile and his golden eyes softened as he finally let go of the inner terror he’d felt when InuYasha had been delirious and close to death earlier. Certain that he would not collide with any solid objects for several hundred feet, he then closed his eyes and relished in the feel of the night air rushing over his face, flowing into his hair and cooling him from the high temperature he’d reached after taking Rin three times in a row.
            The cool, nighttime kiss of the wind on his hot skin turned Sesshomaru’s mind to Kagura and Byakuya’s revelation that Naraku had brought the wind witch he’d murdered back to life. Kagura, alive again. Sesshomaru opened his eyes and gazed down at the dark mountain forest passing slowly below him. He recalled similar forest bathed in daylight seven years earlier, passing considerably faster as he flew to Kagura after Naraku had mortally wounded her. In the meadow that proved to be her graveyard, he had watched her die, and the memory of watching the life leave her ruby eyes as she dissolved into the wind that was her element was a painful one. If Byakuya was to be believed, then his failure to save her with Tenseiga was suddenly negated, and he felt his heart positively buoyant in his chest at the thought of seeing her again.
            Sesshomaru considered what he might say to Kagura when he next met her, or what she might say to him. He knew she had been attracted to him, an attraction he had been preparing to reciprocate and forcefully consummate before Naraku tore them apart with her death. This led him to think about how he would explain his relationship with the now-grown Rin to her. Would she be hurt, or jealous, or even angry that he was finding his satisfaction with a human woman, instead of a demoness like her? He considered InuYasha and his access to all four female members of his pack: perhaps Kagura could be convinced to share him with Rin, in the same way Kagome, Sango, Shizu, and Shiori shared his brother. He was certain that Rin could, given that she wanted to have him and InuYasha at once.
            Along with the knowledge of Kagura’s resurrection, Sesshomaru grappled with the joy of having sired a child with Rin, for joy was a relatively alien sensation in the overall span of his multi-century life. In fact, Rin had been the one to introduce him to it. He and his beloved human mate had created life together! She was going to be a mother, and he was going to be a father. He pondered the meaning of the word and its implications, then realized: ‘I have *become* my father.’
            With Rin, Sesshomaru had fathered an inu hanyou child, the exact same kind of half-demon he had once hated InuYasha for being. He had performed the very act he once despised his own father for. Retroactively loathing his own hypocrisy, he glanced up at the moon again, looking beyond its obvious external beauty to consider what it symbolized. It was the symbol of his father’s house, the aptly-titled House of the Moon, and a persistent reminder of his lineage. A moon of a similar phase had hung in the cold, clear winter night sky when his father, Toga, had spoken his last words to him on a snow-covered shore, somewhere along the western coast: “Sesshomaru, do you have something to protect?”
            Sesshomaru fully recognized that now, he did have something to protect. In fact, he had a great deal: Rin and the child she carried, Jaken, Ah-Un, then immediately beyond, InuYasha and his pack, and all the children they had just conceived. With that heavy responsibility came profound excitement: once Naraku was gone, they could all build a little dynasty together. He could serve his brother and assist him in the challenges of parenthood when once, he shunned him for his mixed blood. More, the physical House of the Moon, empty and derelict since the dissolution of Toga’s court following his death, could echo with the sound of life again. His father’s house could be re-founded and reforged. Great things were about to happen!
            Containing his excitement and reestablishing his mask of stoicism, Sesshomaru looked down to see Saito’s village approaching, then steepened his descent. Considerately, he touched down in the dirt road just outside one of the guard checkpoints on the village’s edge, so as to deliberately make his presence known to the guards there, instead of bypassing them overhead and appearing to try and sneak in. The guards he found there had been among the men that joined Saito on his expedition up the mountain to Kuno’s cave, so they recognized him and did not raise alarm.
            His face and 16^th-century Japanese armor lit in the darkness by a nearby standing torch, the lead guard stood from the wooden crate that had been his seat at the checkpoint and held his bladed polearm casually, clearly not intending to use it on Sesshomaru. He oversaw a group of five men at the checkpoint and they all regarded Sesshomaru without hostility. “You…” he spoke, recognizing Sesshomaru’s face and overall mode of dress, but struggling for his name. “You are…Sesshomaru-sama, the great demon lord that assisted Saito-sama today, correct?”
            “I am,” Sesshomaru confirmed, approaching the guards to within comfortable speaking distance. As cordially as the guard presented himself, Sesshomaru recalled a time in his life when he would have decapitated him for even speaking to him. Perhaps Rin had truly tamed him. “May I speak with him?”
            “Certainly!” the lead guard approved. “He should still be up, now. Do you know the way to his house?”
            “I do, thank you,” Sesshomaru confirmed further, and the lead guard directed two of his subordinates to raise the pivoted wooden beam that blocked the road, allowing the daiyoukai to pass. Once he was through, they lowered the beam and returned their attention outward to the road leading to their checkpoint and the surrounding hills, watching for bandits or lesser youkai that may have thought to attack the village overnight.
            Beyond the checkpoint, the village’s streets were empty due to the late hour and Sesshomaru reached Saito’s house in little time. Glowing lamplight in the front windows suggested that Saito or a member of his family were still awake, as the checkpoint guard had said. Once at its wooden front step, he knocked lightly on the frame of its front shoji door, and shortly after, the door slid open, answered by Saito himself.
            The village lord had removed the red armor that he had worn when leading his men to Kuno’s cave earlier in the day, wearing a simple grey haori and hakama now. “Sesshomaru-sama!” he greeted with surprise. Over his shoulder, Sesshomaru could see Saito’s wife, Keiko, and their recently-rescued daughters, Yume and Jun, congregated around their lamp-lit household’s dining table, locked in conversation. That conversation broke as the three women sighted Sesshomaru’s towering form in the doorway and they stood up to greet him alongside Saito.
            “Good evening,” Sesshomaru bid politely to Saito and his family. “Am I calling at an inappropriate time?”
            Saito shook his head profusely. “No, not at all! Please, come in.”
            Sesshomaru stepped inside Saito’s house as the village lord stepped aside to give him path forward. Saito gestured to his wife and daughters. “Sesshomaru-sama, you remember my family, of course,” he asked, re-introducing them.
            Together, Keiko, Yume, and Jun bowed to Sesshomaru in traditional Japanese fashion, then returned to their previous, upright positions. Then, in decidedly not Japanese fashion, Keiko lunged forward and bent down to grasp one of the daiyoukai’s striped wrists, lifting it to her lips and kissing the back of his finely-manicured hand. “Sesshomaru-sama, you saved our daughters today,” she spoke to him, lifting her head to look up into his surprised golden eyes with tears brimming in her own. “The future of our family is secure, once gain. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
            Blushing in embarrassment, Saito moved forward and stooped down to grasp Keiko’s shoulders, helping her to stand and pulling her away from a stunned Sesshomaru. “Please forgive my wife, Sesshomaru-sama, but she is right,” he explained. “If you and your friends hadn’t intervened when you did, our daughters would have been Kuno’s dinner, or worse.” Then, through the open shoji door behind Sesshomaru, he saw that no one had accompanied him. “Where is InuYasha? How is he?”
            “He is well,” Sesshomaru replied with a nod. “As are the other members of the ‘pack’ he and I share. Currently, he is resting in Kuno’s cave, for the sake of your village’s safety, should he experience another episode like the one in your healer’s house. I…apologize for the damage we caused.”
            Earlier, InuYasha had partially transformed into an oni like Kuno while being treated for his envenomation by Keiji, Saito’s village healer. In attempting to keep InuYasha under physical control, Sesshomaru had been forced to fight with him in the tight confines of Keiji’s house, trashing the interior before throwing him through the house’s roof to toss him out of the village. Saito smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Keiji’s house is still structurally sound, and nothing was broken inside that can’t be repaired or replaced. Right now, Keiji is staying the night with a neighbor and we’ll start repairs in the morning.”
            Then, after a moment of silence and some fidgeting, Saito added: “Really, I think I owe you an apology. InuYasha was instrumental in saving my daughters and he seemed to be in great pain. I should have come along with you and Kagome to find him, or followed you separately. However, the sounds I heard coming from the mountain tonight…gave me pause. The watchmen on the side of the village facing the mountain reported to me that they saw a giant white dog demon flying in the sky, fighting with what appeared to be another oni like Kuno. I assume that was you and InuYasha.”
            Sesshomaru nodded. “You are right. And you were right to remain behind. Up on the mountaintop, there was nothing you could have done, except for make your wife a widow.”
            Saito took visible relief at Sesshomaru’s absolution and looked to Keiko, seeing her shudder at the thought of losing him, instead of their daughters. “I’m glad you don’t hold it against me. Is there anything else I can do to help?”
            “I’ve come to gather food for InuYasha and the others,” Sesshomaru explained. “InuYasha has been under considerable stress today and he’s quite hungry, as are our other friends. I require food for twenty people, so that all ten of us, myself included, may eat two servings each. I believe Kagome left her yellow pack here in your home, as well as two bushels of rice from another village?”
            “Yes, she did,” Saito said. He turned to his daughters, instructing: “Yume, Jun, go get Kagome’s pack and the rice.”
            “I am unsure of what foodstuffs are in Kagome’s pack, so in addition to that, any meat and vegetables you have available would be appreciated. Specifically, my retainer, Jaken, would prefer chicken,” Sesshomaru added.
            Keiko smiled at Sesshomaru’s request. It was a strange moment, to hear such a regal, ethereal demon lord speaking of such mundane, down-to-earth matters. “I’ll see what we have,” she said, bowing again and turning to enter the house’s adjacent kitchen area. At the same time, Yume and Jun left to bring Sesshomaru Kagome’s backpack and the rice bushels the village elder of Kotobukiya had given to InuYasha, then Saito turned to look at a short wooden cupboard on the floor along his house’s outer wall.
            “I think we can give you all the food you need,” Saito said to Sesshomaru. “What about drink? Do you have water?”
            “We have some, but more is welcome,” Sesshomaru replied.
            Saito knelt in front of the cupboard he looked at and slid it open to reveal three large, sealed ceramic jugs, each wrapped in rope made from bamboo reeds. “I have sake, as well, if you’re interested.”
            “Hn. I understand that InuYasha’s houshi friend, Miroku, is fond of it,” Sesshomaru said. “I’m sure the others could be persuaded to partake.”
            “I have…two full jugs, plus a partial one,” Saito concluded, shaking each of the three jugs in his cupboard and listening to their contents sloshing around. “I’ll give you the full ones and keep the partial one here.”
            Saito withdrew the two full sake jugs from the cupboard and set them on his dining table. Meanwhile, Yume and Jun returned with Kagome’s big yellow backpack and the two bushels of rice she and the others had picked up in Kotobukiya, setting them alongside the table on the floor. Keiko re-entered the dining room from the kitchen, carrying a large wicker basket full of food: assorted whole vegetables, four lacquered bamboo containers full of water, and three whole chickens, each one beheaded and stripped of feathers for preparation and consumption. Saito placed the full sake jugs into the remaining space inside the basket, rendering it completely full, then Keiko covered the contents with a clean, white cloth to protect it during transport to Kuno’s cave.
            “That should be everything you requested,” Saito said to Sesshomaru. “There’s quite a bit to carry, here. Do you need any help moving it?”
            “No, thank you,” Sesshomaru declined politely. He picked up Kagome’s yellow pack from the floor and slipped it onto his back. Due to his left shoulder pauldron, he needed to extend the pack’s left shoulder strap to get it to fit. The two bushels of rice were linked at their ends by a tough rope, so he draped them over right shoulder, which was not covered by a pauldron. This kept his hands free and he picked up Keiko’s wicker basket from the table. An ordinary human would have been over-encumbered, but his daiyoukai strength allowed him to carry everything and still move easily. “I will take this to InuYasha and the others, now. We will dine well, tonight.”
            Saito and his family bowed graciously to Sesshomaru again. “You’re very welcome. When InuYasha is feeling well, please feel free to visit again, all of you.”
            Sesshomaru gave the humans assembled before him an appreciative nod, then turned and exited their house. Laden with the food they had given him, he used his youki to take to the air and fly out of the village, back to Kuno’s cave. He flew for only one or two minutes, then spotted movement in the forest below: a small herd of deer, food for Kirara and Ah-Un. He descended to the forest canopy and found a thick-trunked oak to land in, setting the basket Saito had given him into a cradle of sturdy tree branches, then doing the same with the rice bushels and Kagome’s backpack.
            With his hands free again, Sesshomaru climbed out of the tree and lowered himself to the ground on a descending cushion of his youki, landing as quietly as possible to avoid alerting the deer. He peered out from one side of the tree’s trunk to observe the herd as it moved among the other trees in the distance: he saw at least a dozen individuals overall, ranging from fully-grown bucks and does to fawns just a month or so old. He chose to take two of the intermediate-aged males: they were of good size for Kirara and Ah-Un, and their loss would not destroy the cohesion of the herd, as it would remain under the leadership of the eldest male. In that moment, he guessed that this was how Naraku often felt, preying upon him and his pack of friends from a distance, waiting for the right moment to strike. He comforted himself with the knowledge that Naraku did such things out of malice and madness, while he was about to kill only two of the deer out of necessity.
            Sesshomaru concealed himself behind the oak tree completely and transformed himself into a scaled-down version of his true dog-demon form. In this state, he was somewhere between Kirara and Ah-Un in size, which allowed him to move among the trees more easily than his full 30-foot, 10-ton form. Silently, he stepped out from behind his tree completely, moving on four paws and his red canine eyes glowing with focus. Hunkering down and gathering his strength, he leapt out into a four-legged sprint with explosive speed, darting around the obstacles that the forest presented and rapidly overtaking the slow-moving, grazing herd of deer. Once upon them, he used the paws at the end of his forelegs to slap two of the deer down to the ground and immobilize them, causing the others to scatter and flee.
            One after the other, Sesshomaru strode over to the shocked deer as they twitched and writhed in wild shock on the forest floor, then opened his fang-filled maw and clamped onto their long, finely-haired necks. Biting down with maximum killing force, he crushed their spinal vertebrae and severed their spinal cords with a terrible, spongy crunch, ending them in a swift, humane manner. Sesshomaru wondered to himself: I am a dog demon. Am I *capable* of being humane? He supposed that humanity, or some semblance of it, was another trait he had acquired through Rin’s company.
            Reverting to his humanoid form, Sesshomaru picked up the slain deer and threw them both over his right shoulder, effortlessly carrying them back to the tree he had left the food basket, rice bushels, and Kagome’s pack in. Laden with the deer now, he lengthened his Mokomoko and used it as a very long, flexible third arm with which to reach up into the tree and pick up the basket, bushels, and backpack. Now in possession of everything he needed for the pack’s dinner, he lifted off from the ground and weaved himself through the forest canopy above him, heading to Kuno’s cave for the final time that night.

-To be continued-
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A Twist in the Myth