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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 3

The villagers didn’t react well to the incident of violence against Jun, who promptly departed their village soon after, and they were growing less and less impressed with the sheer opulence of InuYasha, deciding instead to focus on the raw power that threatened them in their own homes. It didn’t matter that Jun was a hardened molester, or that InuYasha hadn’t actually done him any harm, the fact that a half-breed had hypnotized them in to submissive servitude and made them a slave to his glory was violation enough, even if such manipulation was only in their minds. So, they rejected the pup they once adored in favor of the purer children, and took every opportunity they could to put him down; to try to belittle him. Not that InuYasha minded, for at this turn, he had discovered that humans were changeable creatures, and were only placated in their fears when they believed they were of greater power than that which they dread. In any case, he had already made up his mind to cease association, so it made little difference to him what they said, he only truly took notice of it when he didn’t understand the insult; he was the son of InuTaisho after all, and even if he wasn’t, he was InuYasha, the greatest of three sons, he had no reason to fret over the insults of temporary fixtures.
His brothers, on the other hand, were a different story. When they brought the insults home, and mother did nothing about them, that is when InuYasha began to truly see himself as…well… not inferior because as he had said before, he was InuYasha and his brothers were not, but perhaps a little… forsaken. In those moments, triplets or not, he was alone. It was then that InuYasha realized that, while he would always care for his family, he could never rely on them; they were as contemptuous as everyone else. Even his mother, whom he adored above all creatures, seemed to desire to abandon him in favor of her other progeny. But that was fine. Because he was an amenable child and would, of course, respect the decisions of his Lady mother, and esteem his elder brothers as was his place as Lady Izayoi’s youngest child. Besides, they were his brother and he loved them, and they loved him…of course they did. He would frown at himself for making his own chest tighten in despair and advise himself to dispel such emotion in favor of serenity; he desired desperately to be loved as his brothers were, to be held and adored by their mother as they were, but his pride would never allow him to seek such affection as he once did, for Jun had colored his perceptions of people and therefore effectively snuffed out his naiveté and innocence of such façades. That voice that had spoken to him before, his inner demon, his instincts, told him that, while he must love them and care for them, he most never allow himself to fall victim to their infantile behavior, for one day it would be the doom of them all.
That day, it seemed, had finally come. As the fires raged through the village, claiming every house, devouring them in a rush of heat and flame, InuYasha rushed out, down from his place on the veranda, and sprinted to his brothers’ side to guide them to the hiding place in the kitchen cupboards that he had carved out for himself after the…incident. Mother’s Shinto wouldn’t burn, he knew, because it was too far away from the village proper to catch a flame and there was nothing to carry it towards the delicate wooden home. “Stay here.” He’d said. “I’ll find mother and we’ll run for safety.”
“Yasha, don’t go!”
“Stay, Yasha, ‘s not safe out there!”
“I’ll be fine, I have to find mother.” He smiled at their teary faces. “I’ll come back for you I promise. Now, don’t make a sound, shhhh. Be quiet and no one will find you. I’ll be right back.” He placed the cover over their hiding spot and closed the doors of the cupboard. As he walked out of the kitchen and into the main hall of the house, he saw, truly saw, for the first time the state of his home. The walls were red and sticky, the floor was wet and slippery…it was absolutely drowning in blood. The bandits were already here. He cautiously proceeded down the hallway, inspecting every room carefully, wary of the danger but desperate to save his precious mother. “Momma?” He called after her, with a small voice that carried and echoed in the previously vibrant dwelling, bouncing back at him, almost mocking in its emptiness. As he made his way down the hall with nary a sign of the Lady Izayoi, he felt himself begin to tremble, as a solitary leaf adhering to the bony remains of a once lively tree shivers in the autumn wind. Be brave, InuYasha. He said to himself, taking a deep breath in order to stop his shaking. Momma needs you…nii-chans need you. He continued to take steadying breaths as he approached the main hall and slid the door open, he froze.
“…Momma!”
“What do you require, my Lord?” Machiro asked, bowing respectfully to Lord Sesshomaru.
They had reached the solaria just a moment ago, and Lord Sesshomaru had told him to stand by the tallest bookshelf and wait to be called. InuYasha tilted his head at the strange looking man talking to Lord Sesshomaru. He had never seen anyone so…strange. He was tall, of course as most Youkai were, his hair was black also not unusual, his eyes were an odd shade of grey that InuYasha personally had never seen, his skin was dark almost chocolate color, and his clothes were…different. He was foreign obviously, no one else could have gotten away with being so strange, but he spoke the language fluently and with little accent, something that InuYasha guessed meant that he had been there a long time; probably most of his life. He smelled bizarre almost bird-like….his robes were rather colorful…
“I’m a peacock.” He suddenly said out of the blue, turning his gentle gaze to the curious hanyou. “I am from the Congo in Africa, child. I come a long way to work with the lady of the Skies. No, no, don’t be embarrassed, youth breeds curiosity, I would be more offended if you hadn’t taken any interest in me at all.” He chuckled at InuYasha’s blush, as the boy’s face colored with shame at having stared at the odd man for so long, with such blatant inquisitiveness.
“I-I’m so sorry sir.” InuYasha bowed respectfully, his ears pulled back and his face still very red. “I had not meant to- well I mean I had, of course- but I didn’t- I’m sorry.”
“Enough, pup. Machiro has already said he does not mind it.” Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at the half-breed, who remained flush with embarrassment even as he rose from his bow with his customary ‘yes, Lord Sesshomaru,’ response. As amusing as it was to see his boy so flustered they had business that needed doing. “Now, Machiro, if you are half of what Mother claims you to be, than you should already know why I am here.”
“Of course, Lord Sesshomaru; you wish me to remove the spell that covers the boy’s true form.”
What!? InuYasha’s eyes widened when he heard this and turned to Lord Sesshomaru who merely nodded his head in affirmation. No, they can’t! I…need this form! I’m not…different from them like this…
“Indeed. It would seem that someone had bound him into a lesser figure and spared only half the legacy my father left him.”
“His father too, my Lord. Lord Sesshomaru, if I may, I would like to take a closer look at your boy.”
“How much closer?” Sesshomaru replied, suspicious of the look upon Machiro’s face.
Machiro chuckled to himself at his young lord’s possessiveness. “I would only like to scan his aura for any signs of malice in this binding that he wears. It is simply a precaution to ensure that neither he nor I come to any harm during the process of removal.”
Sesshomaru nodded. “Do what you must, then. But Machiro,” he narrowed his eyes to glare in warning at the mage. “Do not even contemplate touching what I have claimed as my own.”
“No, of course not, my Lord.” He turned to the child standing beside the shelves and saw the trepidation on his face. “Don’t fret, child, this will not hurt you.”
InuYasha shook his head. He knew it wouldn’t hurt him; of course not he put it there. But taking it off would hurt Machiro…at least trying to take it off. InuYasha knew that, great mage or not, Machiro would never be able to undo a binding of his making. How to tell him without giving himself away? How to warn him off without telling Machiro, ‘yes, I am the InuYasha you think I am, but please don’t force me into my true form, nothing good ever comes from it?’ They wouldn’t believe him, of course, because what demon wants to be in a lesser form of themselves over their own flesh, but he did, and not just because he wanted to be more like his brothers. No, I can’t let him do this.
There was an electric crackle as Machiro raised his aura to meet the half-breed’s in order to survey his being. He was surprised to find that there seemed to be a barrier between the boy and himself, preventing him from truly seeing what it was that he was after. Raising his aura further, he felt a burning sensation skin over his mind, as though it had been lit aflame by some unknown assailant. I have never encountered such a thing before. This boy is quite a find. “My Lord, if you would please instruct the boy to lessen his own presence just a bit. There seems to be some sort of block preventing me from discovering a solution to the task you have set forth.”
“Do as he says, InuYasha. I would like this done quickly…”
“…Let’s get this done quickly so we can be off! You’ve had your fun Maddox, now kill the bitch!”
“Momma!” He cried distracted by the sight before him to realize that he had given himself away to these men who had so harmed his mother. She was in shambles. Her hair was ripped out its bun, hanging messily, half up half down, her fine clothes reduced to rags, filthy and tattered, her body exposed and bruised, her face swollen with abuse; she, like her home, was painted in blood. “Stop hurting her!”
“Well, well, what do we have here? This bitch yours, pretty one?” The large man holding his mother up by her hair unceremoniously dropped her to the floor. “Where have you been hiding?”
He found himself hypnotized by the empty gaze staring back at him. She was looking at him…but she wasn’t…there was no light in her amethyst eyes, no hurt, no sorrow, no nothing. She was…gone. Not dead, no he could hear her breathing, see the rise and fall of her bare chest, but still she wasn’t there.
As her eyes regained focus she saw him standing there, looking back at her, seeing her in such a state, and for the first time she saw real fear and uncertainty in his eyes; for the first time in what seemed like ages, he was a child in need of his mother…the one moment she couldn’t possibly save him. “Inu…Yasha…no…”
“InuYasha? What a cute name for a cute puppy. Come here pup, come sit on my lap, I’ve got a treat for you.” The men laughed at the joke as he reached for the child, who did nothing to defend himself. “That’s a good boy, just tears now; I don’t particularly care for screams when I’m fucking my boys.”
“Don’t…please…”
“You still alive? Well, fine then, I suppose I don’t mind an audience too much, ha.”
InuYasha started to squirm in the man’s arms, desperate to get away and help his mother. He had to save her. Momma needed his help…his nii-chans….he promised them. “Let me go!”
“Now, now, you want your mommy safe don’t you?” This gave him pause, even as he pushed at the hand painfully gripping his shoulder. Yes, he did want her safe, but at the same time he didn’t want this man to hurt him. Don’t be selfish. Momma needs us! The voice was right. Momma needed him. He nodded. “Well then, why don’t you be a good little boy and cry for me? Daddy’s gonna put his cock in you.”
Izayoi thought she would be sick when she heard this man refer to himself as her son’s father. InuTaisho was a great man, how dared this monster sully his name; how dare he try to eroticize the violation of her child by referring to himself in such a manner! She tried to move, tried to do something, but she couldn’t: she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she was too weak- dying- she could not do anything to aid her son; her sweet, sweet boy who was sacrificing himself to save her, someone who just couldn’t be saved. A tear fell down her cheek as she heard his whimper of distress, his sobs as he was entered…her last moments spent listening, watching as this man defiled her perfect, pure, untainted, untouchable little boy.
He was being ripped apart, he knew it. This man was tearing him in two, and he couldn’t do a thing about it, not if he wanted his momma to live, for these men to stop hurting her. And they had. Look! They were walking away from her, letting her rest! They weren’t hurting her anymore. His sobs of pain mixed with those of relief for his poor mother, he would suffer, gladly, if it meant that she and his brothers were safe.
His hair was being pulled as his head was lifted up off the floor roughly. He was being taken harder, he could feel blood running down his legs and tears down his cheeks as the man pressed harder, gripped tighter, pulled out bits of his hair, bit down on his shoulder, and finished with a shudder, filling his torn and broken body with his essence¹…
…InuYasha backed away from the sorcerer when he stepped forward, but did as he was bid and lessened the presence of his aura just a bit, but did nothing to lessen the power of the barrier he’d built around himself. The surge of power that trailed across his skin sent shivers up his spine as Machiro’s aura pierced the veil between them, entwining with his own energies, fishing for the mechanism that held his façade in place.
Nothing; he found absolutely nothing to disarm the child’s binding and restore him to his truest of forms, meaning only one thing. “My Lord, I believe he is the crafter of this form you see before you. Your hanyou is deliberately masking himself and preventing us from seeing him, truly.”
They both turned to look at the boy, who was eyeing them warily, all but confirming their suspicions. Machiro knotted his brow in thought. Why should the boy wish to hide himself so desperately that he would be so veracious in his defense of such a disguise? He tilted his head and extended his magics to try to skin over the half-breeds thoughts, to perhaps see if he could sleuth out what it was that made the boy desire to be so hidden, but as soon as he got even halfway towards his destination he felt a shudder pass over his own thoughts, and his secrets were very suddenly more exposed then they ever had been even before he began training as a mage. He hastily attempted to reconstruct his protections, but he was woefully slow doing so, especially when compared to the speed at which such secrets seemed to be stolen away. As soon as he was completed, he withdrew and gazed at the boy incredulously. He looked so calm! As if he hadn’t just disarmed one of the most powerful Mages in the land, and stolen his thoughts with little to no effort on his own part. What was this?
Sesshomaru, too, was surprised. Never before had he ever heard of any demon, half-breed or full, deliberately hiding themselves in such a manner. InuYoukai did so, so that they could interact with other beings in a more humanoid form, making it easier for them to live in the fine homes that they built for themselves. However, they much preferred to be in their natural state, and almost never resisted being exposed, because their animal form was much powerful than any human image they could construct for themselves. He had never considered doing otherwise, himself, and he knew that his own lady mother hadn’t. Takeshi, his younger brother had certainly stated a preference for being in his human form, but that was only because their brother Saiou felt left out when they joined one another outside of their respective guise. For a half-breed who obviously possessed a greater from than he currently inhabited to hide such a form in favor of one that was, apparently, so much less than what he truly was seemed almost blasphemous. Why should the half-breed choose to do such a thing? Very suddenly, he felt a shift in the air, and returned his full attention to the child in question, whose demeanor had taken quite an extreme turn from the calm, collected boy of a few moments ago.
To be frank, and quite honest, InuYasha was in a state. As soon as Machiro had tried to get into his mind, InuYasha, with no intention of doing anything save defend himself and his secrets, had inadvertently stolen Machiro’s. He was being inundated with memories that clearly weren’t his, and knowledge that he had no right to possess. An image of Machiro’s first intimate encounter with a woman flashed before his eyes unwarranted, followed by an image of large over-decorated hall whose walls were covered in ornate crystals that were so filled with power they would electrify your flesh before you were ever really in the room, and there was Master Rioku, a man that InuYasha had never met, giving Machiro his certificate of graduation, and Gods but he looked so proud of himself, he was on top of the world, then he wasn’t; he was being beaten by the knighthood of his kingdom simply for being a mage- just a child, poor Machiro- he felt tears on his cheeks, he was crying, but…was he? Was Machiro? He hated this, being so consumed by the memories of another that he was experiencing them first hand, but then he wasn’t, and…and why wasn’t this STOPPING?! He took a deep breath as he was saturated by every feeling and life experience that Machiro had ever had, good, bad, neutral, every thought that had ever passed through his head- how could someone get away with murdering a king?- and then it was finally over, and he sighed with relief. His mind finally his own, his face thankfully dry, and his Lord and his Lord’s Lady Mother’s trusted mage were staring at him.
“What did you see?”
“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to-”
“I didn’t ask if you meant to, I asked what you saw.”
InuYasha wanted to cry like the child he truly was. Why did these things happen to him? Everything was fine a moment ago, why did he do this to people? “Everything; I’m so sorry, I saw everything.”
“Well, little one, do try to share, yes?”
“Alright…what?”
Machiro chuckled. “You haven’t been properly trained, pup, and I underestimated your strength-which I assure you will never happen again- so I deserved what I got. However, I will ask that you keep some of those things a secret, somehow I don’t think certain perceptions will remain in place should those things be disclosed. I’m placing my full faith and trust in you, boy, don’t disappoint.”
InuYasha nodded. “To my grave,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.
Sesshomaru growled and turned to Machiro. “Explain, now.”
“Of course, my lord,” Machiro gestured to a chair, indicating that Lord Sesshomaru should sit, motioning InuYasha to do the same on a cushion generally reserved for fine visitors, which the hanyou politely decline, much to Machiro’s immense disappointment. “First and foremost, I have accomplished what my lord requested and have seen his true form, or at least had a glimpse.”
“That is not what I asked you to do.”
“No, my lord, but it is as close as I shall be able to get, the young one here is filled with quite a cache of raw power, I must say, very impressive. In any case, I have seen it; he is indeed the youngest son of your esteemed father, InuTaisho.”
“Why did Takeshi and Saiou not say anything?”
“That I cannot speak to, he may have seen my knowledge, my lord, but I did not have the privilege of seeing his. However, I can say that the boy will not be revealed to you by anyone who is not InuYasha, and I would not advise that you try to ask it of anyone, lest they lose their secrets as easily as I did.” He smiled fondly at InuYasha who blushed, very clearly ashamed of what had occurred between them despite his forgiveness. “Perhaps the child might one day be inclined to share it with us, if not, who knows if we will ever see it? In any case, you wish to know what transpired between us, well that is a rather simple matter. I attempted to break through the barriers that your younger brother erected upon his mind in order to hide his true form, I was unsuccessful, and his inner demon punished me for the failed attempt by shattering every barrier I possessed and stole a piece of my being, my emotional and linear history, to be more specific.”
“Emotional and linear history?”
“Yes, my lord, every experience that I have ever had, and every thought and emotion that accompanied those experiences.”
“I see.” Sesshomaru turned his gaze to the boy, still standing behind him, as a slave would. “Come here, InuYasha.”
“My lord?” InuYasha replied, stepping forward so that he was within Sesshomaru’s line of sight.
“Come here, InuYasha.” Sesshomaru repeated insistently when InuYasha moved no closer.
He stepped forward so that he was within arm’s reach of Lord Sesshomaru, and tilted his head questioningly, looking for all to see like the puppy he truly was. “My Lord?” he inquired again, his brow slightly furrowed and his furry ears twitching slightly in confusion.
Sesshomaru said nothing, simply pulled InuYasha in further with his Moko-Moko so that the half breed was resting against his chest, and buried his face into his hair breathing in his scent. The boy did smell like family, so familiar and yet foreign to his nose-perhaps an effect of the false shape the boy occupied, he couldn’t honestly tell- the child smelled…right. As something one holds in high personal regard. This child was his, in one way or another, or in all ways; it did not truly matter, Sesshomaru owned this boy now, whatever his status. He stroked his claws through the young hanyou’s hair, feeling the difference between them in each strand. InuYasha’s hair was soft cotton, where his was silk, white- like Takeshi’s- to his moonlit silver, his eyes were a muddy pallid color, something like a yellow mixed with a hint of brown, and were dull in comparison to Sesshomaru’s brilliant gilded orbs. He was different, yet very much the same, a filthy mix of his mother and their shared father; a kind of dusty almost worn out remake of their father’s likeness. It was, in a word, disappointing.
But, perhaps all was not as it seemed. “Show yourself to me, InuYasha.” At the sound of the half-demon’s protest he growled. “I am your elder, and alpha; do as I say, and reveal yourself to me, little brother.”
What else could he do but comply? InuYasha’s ears pinned to the back of his head, he released the bind the surrounded him, just as his Lord had commanded. What choice did he have? As he revealed himself and all his glory, he was met with silence as both the other occupants of the room attempted to comprehend the stark contrast between this form, and the one he had occupied previously.
The boy was angelic, to say the least; like a celestial being come down from on high to bless them with his presence. Machiro could feel himself overcome with a desire to kneel before this creature, so brimming with power, pure and raw, and offer up his prayers, as though the child were a God simply waiting for those less than him to give him worship. And he would, gods know he would, if the child would but ask him. He slid out of his chair and on to the floor, simply sitting there, waiting for whatever it was that was surely coming.
Sesshomaru, of course, was in a very different state of mind. Yes, he was just as captivated by this creature as Machiro, but he would give his worship to no being that would think to command him; would seek to destroy any creature that thought so highly of itself to try. No, it was the sense of peace that surrounded this delicate being that enraptured Sesshomaru. There was no malice, no sense of strife, or struggle, or anything that would be considered ill-natured from the boy. He simply was. It was almost liberating, in a way that Sesshomaru couldn’t understand, to be in the presence of one such individual who either did not, or could not, hold grudge against those that had very clearly wronged him, for surely having lived his life a slave, he was faced with many a wrongs.
InuYasha, who of course was not vain enough to become enraptured by himself, new better; yes, he did hold grudges, his dislike of Kiritsu and Ichiro was proof enough of that, but he did not hold those resentments for long, and more often than not was willing to let them go, knowing full well that if he lingered on such things they would color his perceptions of others, which was not in any way fair to those that had not been involved in whatever wrong doings they had committed against him. However, that did not stop him from being hesitant. He was forgiving, yes, but he was not naïve nor was he a fool. He would only allow so much before he felt the need to properly defend himself from those that would wish him harm, though it seemed that, for the time being, he was safe here. Of course, should that change…well, InuYasha was more than capable of defending himself from those that made up the palace guard, should such a thing be necessary. Better fucking not be. It was a pain in the ass just getting here, you know? InuYasha agreed, it was unlikely that any here would cause him issue, though, so he supposed such thoughts were moot. In any case, his Lord and his Lord’s mage were staring. Which is beyond rude, by the way.
…Indeed.

A/N: So, we’ve introduced some new font manipulations that probably need explaining. This is the font type that I will be using to express any thoughts or inputs that InuYasha’s human half might wish to express.
This, of course, is his Youkai, in case you didn’t already figure it out, this will be more where InuYasha’s original canon characterization is pout in play, other wise he is complete different, because it’s a fanfic, and I can do what I like with him, hahaha.
And this is just thought, or emphasis, or more emphasis, or omg I can’t believe this shit is going down emphasis either way, I’ll try to keep you up to speed with whatever little changes or add-ins I happen to make.
As always, reviews are welcome, whole heartedly. <3
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