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I Promise You	By : Sabriel20 Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Well, I finally posted something. I know it's taken me a long time, and I hope, if there are still people interested in this fic, they like this chapter. I'm a little rusty, so I was really apprehensive about posting it. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Chapter 3: Succession

Sesshoumaru stumbled over the gnarled root of a tree. There were shallow cuts and bruises over his hands and legs. Masami continued to walk.

“It’s for the best,” she told herself as she heard him stumble again, “He must stand on his own.”

They had left Amarante’s palace nearly two hours ago. Masami worried that their slow pace would hasten their discovery, but helping Sesshoumaru would only hinder his progress. He was learning at a rapid rate. He was stumbling less often, and appeared to be using his senses to the fullest. Her worries were put to rest when they entered a clearing at the center of the forest. They had left Inutaisho’s territory. Although her fears had dissipated, they had to travel two more days before they reached their destination.

She glanced slowly back at Sesshoumaru. He was breathing hard, and she could detect a hint of sadness in his demeanor. She knew it would be hard for him, leaving his home and his believed death, but this was the only solution. Inutaisho would never stop looking for him if he thought Sesshoumaru was alive. Even if Sesshoumaru left the western lands, he would still be considered the heir. She believed that Inutaisho’s opposition would use this to their advantage should he try to name a new heir. This would cause dissention and possibly war to break out. She was resolved not to have that happen.
Masami shook these thoughts aside. Her first priority was getting Sesshoumaru out of these woods and safely to her home which, thankfully, was not far. Sesshoumaru rubbed the blood off his cheek as he fought through brambles. His face was set with determination as he felt the gnarled and withered trunks of trees. He focused on Masami’s soft footfalls as she darted through the trees, and tried to fallow the sounds. Then, quite suddenly, she stopped walking.

“You are home,” She said as he stumbled to her side. Sesshoumaru stood silent in the wake of her statement. Home the word seemed foreign to him now. He wondered if he should consider this his home. There was no guarantee that he would ever return to what was supposed to be his home. It puzzled him. Where did he belong now?
Masami was not an overly materialistic person, thus her home was little more than a cottage. It was somewhat larger than human dwellings with five rooms, but nevertheless sparse and dank. The structure was composed of oak logs and a straw thatched roof. Masami forced open the oak door which gave way with a small whine of creaking hinges. Sesshoumaru’s nose wrinkled with the smell of mildew and dust. Masami was a traveler by nature, thus spent little time at home. "Sit," Masami ordered," I will tend to your wounds." Sesshoumaru moved wearily with his hands in front of him. His hands met with the rough surface of a crudely carved chair. He sank into the chair, thankful for the rest but trying not to show it. Masami stared at him with approval as she saw determination pass his features. "I will be able to train him. He will be strong," she promised herself. After dressing his wounds, she allowed Sesshoumaru to rest. He would have a big day tomorrow.
The sun was just peaking through the trees when she nudged Sesshoumaru awake. His eyes slid open wearily. "Get up;" she said sternly,” It’s time for training." Sesshoumaru rose to his feet quickly. Tired as he was, he still wanted to be stronger. He considered his weakness disgraceful and relished at the chance to prove himself to everyone, but especially to his father. Masami led him out to the woods again. “I intend to leave you in this wood until you can navigate it as easily as I do. If you can find your way back to the hut, I will consider training you in earnest. I will not assist you. If you die, then so be it, but know it is your weakness that caused your death. I will not morn you.”

Sesshoumaru let a low growl escape his throat, “I will not fail."

"I pray that is so," she replied before leaving him. Sesshoumaru felt a flicker of fear as her presence disappeared. He shoved the fear away, and replaced it with anger and willpower. He crouched letting his hand run over the ground. He ignored the clay like mud that stained his fingers. He rubbed a pebble between his fingers noting its course, bumpy texture. Sesshoumaru rose to his feet, the wisp of a frown on his face. He kicked off his shoes and sank his feet into the muck. He moved silently, slowly letting his feet graze over the surface of the ground. His mud stained hands were held in front of him, and kept his ears alert for any sound. His heartbeat quickened at any snapping of branches or any bird taking off. He breathed in deeply willing himself to calm down. He took another step, and gasped out in pain as his foot met with the barbs of a Silverthorne bush. The Inuyoukai jerked the appendage back causing the thorns to tear trials in the soft underside of his foot. He grimaced as he sat on the ground and pulled the bleeding foot up with his hand. He let the other hand gingerly run over the appendage. Thus enabling him to find and remove all the thorns. Sesshoumaru clenched his fist angrily as he plucked out the last thorn then calmed himself.
His fingers drifted cautiously about him, plucking at the pliant earth and forcing Mother Nature to reveal her secrets. He felt course grass and his fingers made contact with the withered, unyielding bark of a tree. He breathed in deeply focusing all his senses, and detected a smell. The Silverthorne bush gave off a distinctive smell, it was a light sour smell, it would be unnoticeable had he not been looking for it. Sesshoumaru inwardly cheered. He'd made some progress, even if it was small. He got to his feet quickly, ignoring the pain. He stood unmoving for hours, his nose twitching ever so slightly. Soon he was able to distinguish every smell in his vicinity. The rest of the day was spent following every scent he discovered to its source. He could now discern the different smell of trees, grasses, and bushes. He could discern the density of the forest by the sounds his footsteps made.
After the last rays of sun left the sky, he barely needed to use his hands to navigate. The problem he now faced was shelter. He was loathed to sleep in the open, but his choices grew slim as his limbs and senses grew tired. He stood under what he believed was a large tree. He let his fingers probe the wood looking for handholds. It would be difficult, but if he could manage to climb up he would be hidden in the leaves, or so he hoped. He gripped the wood carefully letting his nails sink into the surface. He let his palms scrap across the bark as he planted his feet into the footholds he’d found. He moved slowly up, his pulse quickening at every slip of his limbs, but eventually his hands made their way to a branch where he rested himself comfortably, or tried to. He had always slept on a soft futon, so the rough spine of the branch digging into his back made him squirm, but he didn't dare move too much for fear of falling out of the tree.
Masami smiled to herself as she watched him squirm in the tree. He had progressed much further than she expected him to, but he still had along way to go. When he finally notices her presence that is when he's progressed far enough to be trained. She wasn't going to leave him alone; after all, he could one day be lord of the western lands. It wouldn't be prudent to let him die. This was a dangerous tactic, but it needed to be done. She knew that Sesshoumaru's progression could only be hindered by his pride. He needed to know his limitations.
Sesshoumaru's eyes slid open wearily. His sleep had been largely fitful. His body ached. He inched his way along the branch his fingers splayed out in front of him. After finally managing to find the trunk, Sesshoumaru eased himself onto the wither surface on the tree and shakily clambered down it. He sighed as his feet touched the soft grass. He stood still for a moment listening for any sound. When it seemed safe enough, he walked toward berries bushes he'd found the night before. Sesshoumaru groped along the bushes, letting the crimson liquid seep into his hands where his nails had punctured the soft skin of the red berries. He tugged at one of the branches, and it gave way in his hand. Fingers mechanically stripped the small berries off the branch and brought them to his mouth. After eating his fill, he again began his quest to find his new home.
Kind of a weird way to end the chapter, but I hope you like it, and please give feedback. Flames are unwelcome though.
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