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“Convalescence”
InuYasha’s jaw set in a grim show of both anger and determination, he growled lower than he ever had before as he regarded his
older brother with a fierce scowl and barely avoided a nimble strike from Tenseiga. Seishuryumaru, the father of the new Tai-Youkai, Sesshoumaru and the surly hanyou, InuYasha, calmly popped a dinner biscuit into his mouth as he sat beside his son’s
mate and smiled graciously. Having been given a heartfelt speech about love and loss by Kagura and also having seen the
scorched battlefield that was the location of the defeat of a supposed vile hanyou, Naraku, he felt like he was on cloud nine. It
seemed like his sons were doing very well for themselves, he had given them exactly what they’d needed to survive and learn on
their own, and now he was happy for the opportunity to see everything play out before his eyes.
He had just finished stripping off his Mokomoko-sama when Kagura asked, “Hmm, why do men have this insatiable need to slice
one another to pieces with swords?” she said, the intone of her low voice dropping a measure, leaving it soft, almost a subdued
moan.
Seishuryumaru glanced her way and sighed, reneging on his idea to answer that particular question. He would much rather leave
her to her own temper and annoyance as she attempted to solve a mystery that had harassed the minds of women since the
beginning of time. Of course, he knew the answer, but that didn’t mean he had to break the cycle. He smirked and turned his
attention back to the battle. For the past few days, his two sons had pitted their strength and skills against one another, both
coming out of the various altercations of fortune far worse for wear.
He found himself wondering exactly what Izayoi would have thought of such fights. Early on in their relationship, Izayoi had been
ecstatic about seeing honor duels between humans before she had met him, and youkai after he and she had mated.
Kagura once again voiced her concern for Sesshoumaru, vehemently cursing InuYasha when the hanyou tore Sesshoumaru’s
skin at his wrist. She had become quite protective, hadn’t she? He couldn’t’ really blame her, though, Izayoi had been the same
way. After fighting Takemaru and giving the orders to Saia and Toutousai to deliver Tenseiga to his eldest son, he had found
himself pondering his last words to her. “Live a long life. Live long . . . with InuYasha . . .”
Seishuryumaru chuckled silently and crossed his arms over his chest, feeling exceptionally comfortable in the shirt fashioned out
of a silken white sheen by the silk master, Takahashi Ayato. Having only known the youkai silk master for a small time, and only
because of his greatest adversary’s son, Asakura, Seishuryumaru hadn’t passed up the opportunity to ask him for few pairs of
informal hakama, a few haori and shatsu, and even a few madowaku for him, and of course, his sons. Ayato himself had been
very charitable, smiling broadly and handing him the requested articles of clothing without a long wait.
Sesshoumaru dashed forward again, the length of his silver hair billowing out behind him as he streaked across the grass and
swiped at InuYasha’s chest. His brother leaped back in time to avoid the first strike. He wasn’t so fortunate with the second
assault. Catching him off-guard as he landed awkwardly on the ball of his left heel, Sesshoumaru took the opportunity to strike
his thigh. The scent of his brother’s blood both nauseated him and angered him at the same time. That was too easy. “Watch
your left side, baka.” he growled deeply, his irate golden eyes visibly darkening.
InuYasha snorted, the pang of disappointment hitting him full on. He found himself trying hard not to grip his chest as he braced
his legs and anchored his feet into the ground, tension wrapping around his calves as he shot forward and heaved his shoulder
into Sesshoumaru’s chest, sending the Tai-Youkai flying back. His satisfaction cut short as his brother gracefully back-flipped and
landed neatly in a slight crouch, InuYasha growled loudly, the beginnings of his temper already showing through. “Don’t fucking
lecture me, bastard! I ain’t gonna bow to you! You’re lucky I ain’t using Tetsusaiga!” he challenged.
Sesshoumaru quirked an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Is that what you believe we are trying to accomplish? Drawing one
another’s blood? Ignorant half-breed, it is vital that you do not embarrass father when the youkai from the continent arrive.”
InuYasha gritted his teeth, baring his fangs as he growled again. “Fuck you and your ‘refined’ way of fighting! I got my way,
you’ve got yours!”
“I’m actually surprised he’s lasted this long!” Asakura piped up, his eyes gleaming with amusement. InuYasha turned his
murderous glare his way, and he put up his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t get me wrong, InuYasha . . . you and I both know
that Sesshoumaru is a pain.”
“Keh!” InuYasha grunted, snatching his practice katana’s sheath off the snowy grass, ignoring the restraining sting of his cut leg
and dropped the black katana into it with a loud click. He spared his father a glance, finding the man staring dreamily out over the
horizon. ‘That’s who mother kept telling me about? Keh, he ain’t that impressive.’
Asakura watched InuYasha stomp off past the trees and reached over to lift his swords off the tree trunk. Lazily, he tossed
Sesshoumaru Shintakuhaneken without sparing him a glance and instead favored his two double-katanas that fit together at the
hilt. Reminded vaguely of his brother’s fascination with these particular types of swords, Asakura allowed a light smile to touch
his lips before leaping high into the air, getting a better vantage point of the surrounding area. “Sesshoumaru!” he called down as
he descended. “Get ready!”
A clear wave of pure energy, tinged with a light azure hue severed a large crag of dirt and rock from the cliff face, a dense crash
shaking the rest of the usually serene location. ‘He has grown in strength. I cannot afford a mishap.’ Sesshoumaru realized with a
vague narrow of his piercing golden eyes. “Mistakes shall not be tolerated, hou youkai, Asakura . . .” he said gravely before
shooting off into the grey sky after the phoenix youkai.

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‘Kagome . . .’ InuYasha walked down the path that lead to Castle Meiyo and stifled a deep sigh. InuYasha hadn’t seen Kagome in
over two years, and he sort of wondered how she was doing. ‘Oh, get over it, baka, she ain’t thinking about you!’ he mused
angrily, his ire apparent from the broken branches aligning the trees on the path behind him. He used to feel this way, lonely,
dejected, bored, whenever Kagome would leave for any extended period of time to visit her family, but this time it was different.
There was no promise of her return, he couldn’t look forward to suddenly catching her scent on the wind and following it to the
well only to find the girl struggling just to climb out of the well with that accursed over-stuffed backpack.
He missed her. It had taken him a long time to realize that he cared more about her than he had originally led himself to believe.
How could he have been so stupid during those four years? How had everyone else known what had taken him four—no six
years to figure out? “It’s difficult to see love when it’s right in front of your eyes.” Miroku’s words had been cryptic, and InuYasha
had dismissed them with an odd look and a slap to the back of his head at the time, but for some reason, now, in the midst of his
pain over losing Kagome, he understood what the monk had meant all those years ago.
“Thinking of that little miko are you, hanyou?”
InuYasha whipped his head around. There was no one. “Who said that?”
“I did.” the hollow voice said.
“Keh, I don’t see you, why don’t you come out and face me!?”
“I have absolutely no need to do so. However . . . I do have a message for you. My master has told me to deliver it to you
personally. You will pay for the deaths of the youkai you’ve killed. Fool, trying so hard to protect a human . . .”
InuYasha growled. “What the hell are you talkin about?!”
No answer, but the gentle howl of the wind blowing across the grass and shifting his hair. “Keh. Must be my imagination.” he
realized.

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“He is strong, is he not, Masakado-sama?” The younger brother asked from his place on the throne chair. His leg thrown
haphazardly over the arm of the stone seat, he lazily dropped a grape into his mouth and popped one keen fuchsia eye open.
The man present as Masakado adjusted his armor, slipping his pennant and pentacle over his head as he shifted his sash to
hold his front and back armored plates on his waist. “Perhaps, Atari. However . . . a test, is required to be certain.” he said
grinning darkly and sliding his arm guards over his wrists, covering his black, long-sleeved shirt. “If, the youkai from the continent
decide to attack before I should return, see to it my son is tended to.”
Atari stared wide-eyed. “But Ichiro is not yet ready to be moved. Your mate has not yet fed the young one.” he explained
imploringly.
Masakado flicked a piece of invisible lint from his shoulder armor and shifted a calculating stare on his younger brother, his
expression inscrutable. “You will care for them, Atari.” he said sternly, leaving no room for discussion.
His brother nodded, swallowing hard. “You will return, won’t you?” he asked slowly.
“See to it that Victoria and Ichiro are well cared for.” he said, his voice fading as he pushed open the doors of the throne room
and retreated back down the dark corridor of the estate.
Atari found himself, since he was born so many years ago, without his brother. “You have to come back . . . for your family,
Masakado-sama.”

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InuYasha found it difficult to realize that his father was being serious. But the stern expression set in his jaw and his posture, the
light in the depths of his smoldering gaze, it spoke otherwise. “Keh, you can’t be serious!”
Seishuryumaru, the strongest youkai alive, the conqueror of the western plains, nodded curtly to his eldest son and
Sesshoumaru slipped Tenseiga from his waistband, handing it quickly to his father. “Serious? Certainly. I will retrieve her. I
cannot bear living without her any longer.”
InuYasha snorted again and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing both Sesshoumaru and his father with a wary stare. “Keh,
why don’t you just go back and lie in your grave? It ain’t as if we need you here.” he snarled.
“Baka. You shall not speak to father in such a—.”
Seishuryumaru stopped Sesshoumaru with a raised hand, then regarded his younger son and sighed. “I must. Without her, living
is irrelevant.”
“Does this not break some sort of rule?” Sesshoumaru asked, having already calmed his flaring youki.
“I certainly hope not. I know that bringing someone from the dead with Tenseiga like this is not the reason it was created . . .
however, if I can, then I must. She is important.” he said slowly. ‘In more ways than you can possibly imagine.’
InuYasha shook his head and slammed his fist into the stone of the castle’s wall. “And what if you can’t find her, huh? What
then?”
“Then I shall live out my days searching for a way to find her.” he said, his gaze never leaving the top shelf of the bookcase near
the window.
“Father will be able to find her,” Sesshoumaru interjected. His expression somber, sullen, he looked . . . almost human in that
moment. But the emotion was quickly replaced by a sudden fierce look in his halcyon eyes. “You need not worry over it,
InuYasha. Hanyou are not meant to understand such matters.” he said dismissively.
Seishuryumaru shot him a look. ‘I’ve told him not to speak to InuYasha in that fashion. With Sesshoumaru berating him so often it
is a wonder he isn’t a ball of pure anger!’ he thought, slightly annoyed.
“Stupid . . .” InuYasha muttered. “What the hell’s the point?” he snapped angrily.
“My reasons for this journey are none of your concern, InuYasha.” he replied, his voice growing soft, no longer hard.
“Keh!”
‘And for some reason . . . he reminds me of . . . Saiyuri . . .’
‘Yes, her temper is evident in him. It makes sense, considering your bloods mixed that night you conceived your heir. However
Saiyuri left you when Sesshoumaru became old enough to be trained.’
He sighed imperceptibly and drew open the oak doors to the library chamber. “I’ll take my leave. Do not kill each other.” he said
simply before his form vanished down the halls.

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Miroku wound the bandage around his wrist with a rueful scowl and a pained hiss. That serpent youkai had been no mere joke,
and more than one life had been sacrificed before Miroku had managed to trap it in a weak seal and destroy it. ‘It’s a shame I
don’t have InuYasha’s Ryuurin no Tetsusaiga.’ he mused with a sad sort of smile. The sunlight catching his eyes in a strange
glint, he wasn’t surprised to see that the shade of the tree wasn’t as comfortable as he had believed it to be. The night was
coming . . . and soon. He knew he’d have to move quickly and find shelter before the youkai of the night found him wandering
aimlessly in earnest exploration.
With a longsuffering sigh, Miroku used his good hand, and braced himself on his knee before pushing himself to his feet. He
craned his head to stare at the village behind him as he started off. He hadn’t asked for room and board, the steady nights of
doing so previously weighing heavily on both his heart, and his conscience. He started back into the forest, down the path back
toward the land of Kyoto, where he could at least try to find a place to stay. Naturally, the journey would take a few hours, but
Miroku silently hoped that was enough time.
The sun, in the few minutes he had been traveling, had suddenly shifted to the other side of his face. Miroku sighed again. It had
seemed, at first, that his feelings on the subject of flirting with random beautiful girls had become both contrite, and a burden to
him. It had been the sole reason he’d lost Sango.
“I can’t believe you’d honestly do that, you perverted . . . bouzo!” her recriminating words had stung, reached even deeper than
the slaps and punches she would occasionally give him when he’d been stroking various parts of her. But the look in her eyes
had been what he’d beaten himself up over more. The sudden tinge of not only sadness, but betrayal . . . anger . . . all directed at
him because a girl he’d saved from a terrible fall had simply decided he was too much to resist.
“I cannot help it if ladies find me irresistible!” he defended, looking all but remorseful.
Sango glared, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. No. She wouldn’t cry. Not for him. “I guess that your proposal really didn’t
mean anything, did it?” she said, her voice laced with more than just accusation. She turned away.
“Sango, my dear, I—.”
Sango rounded on him. “Don’t you dare say that to me!” she screamed, suddenly overcome by his alleged betrayal of her trust.
Miroku blinked as the memory slowly faded away back into his mind. That night, Sango hadn’t spoken to him . . . she hadn’t even
given him to chance to explain that it wasn’t his fault. ‘Or . . . maybe it was . . . maybe I was just trying to find something Sango
was unwilling to give to me.’ he thought, finally disgusted with himself. He could have pushed her away, he could have stopped
her . . . “But I didn’t. I let her have her way with me because Sango wouldn’t. Buddha, what kind of monster am I?”
“Keh, monster? I’d hardly call you that, bouzo . . .”
Miroku glanced imperceptibly at the impromptu arrival of InuYasha’s unsteady youki. “What a surprise. I did not expect to see you
again . . .” he stated lightly as he turned to face InuYasha, the rings of his shakujou jingling merrily in the soft wind.
InuYasha pushed himself away from the tree, unfolding his arms and scowling. “It ain’t like I came here just to find you,” he said
defensively. Same old InuYasha. “You just happened to be the first person I found.”
Miroku nodded and smiled warmly. “Of course,” he said amiably. “What brings you out here, exactly?”
InuYasha’s gaze swept slowly over the horizon and the end of tree line, the rocky mountain whose trail led up, then left down into
the wolf territory. “I thought I smelled something familiar.”
“Perhaps it was I you were tracking?” Miroku offered.
He shook his head. “Nah, it wasn’t you, houshi. You usually smell like village women and rice. This was different,” InuYasha said,
his voice dropping a little. “Lavender and sakura . . .”
“You smelled cherry blossoms?” Miroku asked with a raised eyebrow. Although not unheard of around their location, cherry
blossoms didn’t bloom at this time.
InuYasha growled threateningly. Miroku held up his hands in surrender. “Keh. I’m wasting my time, you wouldn’t understand.”
Miroku fixed his stare to the sky. “It was Kagome’s scent, wasn’t it?”
Not at all surprised by the monk’s perceptive nature, he didn’t try to hide it from him. “Yeah . . .”
“But you know she disappeared.”
“Keh.” InuYasha muttered.
Miroku used the hanyou’s distraction to stare at his face. For some reason, he felt closer to Sango when InuYasha was near, like
their adventures hadn’t been a fabrication, like . . . like he could still cultivate his relationship with the woman he’d fallen in love
with all those years ago. He scowled as he regarded the bronze tint to the hanyou’s cheeks. Normally, he would have simply
brushed it off as nothing, but . . . ‘Those markings look oddly familiar.’
“Oswari!” she said, entirely balked. The rosary glowed a brilliant pink just a split second before InuYasha’s face met the ground.
“The hell’d you do that for?” InuYasha yelled fruitlessly as he tried to stand. The weightlessness in his arms made him feel like
rubber, and he dropped helplessly to the ground once more. After a few seconds, he managed to right himself, and sat, cross-legged on the tatami mat in the corner of Kaede’s quaint hut. The fire crackled, and a familiar feeling of sodality washed over the
group, a sense of complete and utter comfortable silence that was wholly deserved. InuYasha’s adamant glare seemed as fierce
as the fire, sweltering and intense, his golden gaze seemingly penetrating the back of Kagome’s head as he glared daggers at
her. She seemed unfazed, though, silently and serenely sipping her tea, holding the porcelain cup in two hands.
Shippou snickered indignantly at InuYasha as he rested comfortably on Kagome’s lap and snapped a piece of pochy off in his
mouth. It was then, he noticed the strange bronze markings rounding his cheeks and the subtle marks on his forehead.
InuYasha, bathed in both the light of the fire and the moon, absentmindedly scratched the assumed ‘scars’ on his cheeks and
forehead. Miroku narrowed his eyes.
“Would you stop staring at me?!” InuYasha suddenly growled, snapping Miroku out of his thoughtful musings.
Miroku blinked. “I apologize, InuYasha, I didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious.”
“Keh.” he snorted again.
“Have you ever . . .” he trailed off, thinking better of it. “Never mind.”
InuYasha narrowed his eyes slightly and regarded Miroku with the faintest of scowls. ‘Did he notice them, too?’
‘I believe it may be a safe bet that he surely did.’
‘Damn.’
‘What’s so wrong with it? He hasn’t said anything. I doubt he’s even taken them seriously.’
‘What the fuck are they?’
‘I honestly don’t know.’
‘Then what help are you, anyway?’
‘Pfft! Baka. I’m you, remember? I know what you know. But I can speculate. Perhaps it is . . . a disease?’
InuYasha reeled. ‘I ain’t talkin to you no more . . .’
At last, their trek led them to the uninhabited, barren, tropical forest of Zoshi. The forest itself was almost like an ecosystem
inside itself, but no one had any actual proof beyond the fact that it had its own natural weather occurrences. Spanning over four
thousand acres of tropical forest, Zoshi was home to many exotic and unnatural wonders. It was also the home of the creatures
that both humans and youkai both feared and despised. ‘Isn’t that where the abominations of science were created?’ Miroku
wondered. ‘The dreaded beasts, the chimera?’

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Shippou angled his head to peer over the rooftop of the hut and cast his iridescent gaze upon the young human girl, Myomi.
Now more confident and passive, he now spent his time perfecting and strengthening his fox fire to defeat strong youkai. ‘One
day, I’ll even be strong enough to beat InuYasha . . .’ he mused, recalling the hanyou’s surly attitude and his defeat of Naraku
only two years ago. Following a lead that Naraku had acquired another fuyouheki stone, a stone that could mask the youki of the
holder, they had painstakingly tracked his heart to a shrine that had a barrier so strong that only humans could enter.
Miroku stared upon the effervescent barrier with a marked frown while InuYasha picked himself up off the ground and grumbled
incoherent phrases in the air. “It would seem . . . that the barrier is specifically tuned to the youki of certain youkai . . .” he said
thoughtfully.
“Keh, then all I gotta do is tear it down!” InuYasha smirked and hefted his father’s legacy, the Tetsusaiga, over his shoulder. The
red tint molded cordially into the blade, and in a quick slash, the large sword connected with the barrier. A thick blast of light
ensued, lightning and a wave of energy pulsated from the barrier, knocking InuYasha back and into the ground.
“InuYasha!” Kagome yelled predictably, rushing to his side as he sat up again.
Sango stood by with Shippou and a transformed Kirara, her eyes glowing fiercely. “I think our best bet is for Miroku and I to go in
and take out the source of the barrier.” she said finally, breaking her usual air of silence.
“No . . .” Kagome whispered as InuYasha stood up and readied Tetsusaiga again. “You can’t, not again!”
“I don’t think we have a choice,” Miroku said seriously as he hit the ground with the sage’s shakujou and his own. He had
acquired the senki–empowered staff from a wandering samurai during one of his excursions to find a suitable bearer of his child.
“The longer we wait, the more time we give Naraku to move his heart.”
Kagome bit her lip and nodded. “Be careful . . .” she said as Sango entered the barrier, followed by Miroku.
Shippou sighed as the memory faded. In the end, the barrier had been a hoax, a trap for the two of them, and having to fight their
way out of the mass of youkai coming from Kanna’s mirror had been, in Miroku’s description, a pure fight for their very lives. At
least, Miroku had been able to draw the Kanna into his wind tunnel.
“Shippou-san?” Myomi called up.
The kitsune rolled over and dropped carelessly off the roof of the hut, landing softly on his feet and standing tall before the young
human girl. “Yeah?” he said as he stuck a chopstick into his mouth and stared at her with a sort of irritated expectancy.
Myomi tucked one of her raven-black braids of hair behind her ear and peered up at him through straight, trimmed bangs. “I
wanted to ask you if you’d take a walk with me?”
Shippou lifted an eyebrow. “Whatever you do, Shippou, don’t let her know you’re interested.” the words of his close friend for two
years, Naoto had told him. “All right,” he said, turning to let her on his back. “I’m not going if we’ve gotta walk slow, so . . .”
Myomi settled herself on his back and smiled into the sun, her faded brown and green clothes suddenly glowing brighter. “Okay,
Shippou-san. I want to go to InuYasha Forest in the west.”
Shippou narrowed his eyes and lowered his head. ‘I haven’t been there in a while . . . I wonder if he’s still there . . .’ he thought
before he sped off past the villagers and toward the western horizon.

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A/N:

Just in case anyone’s wondering, I have updated this fic, and will update this fic according to the Manga scrolls up to the newly
introduced Chapter 470 of Volume 48. Next chapter, the problems Kagome faces when she faces the Inu no Taisho in the future!
Anyway, thanks to anyone who’s read this fic!

Disclaimer:

I do not claim any rights to InuYasha or any of the characters that I know Rumiko Takahashi has created. Though I do
appreciate her genius for giving birth to a great cast of opinionated characters to do with as I please.
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