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Nobody's Bitch but Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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It had been three days now, Kouga thought on a growl, since that humiliating incident with Sesshoumaru. Three days that he had been confined in the bastard’s chambers, his hands bound to the bed to keep him from trying to escape. Sesshoumaru had been giving him three meals a day since then, standing beside him while he ate. Only once had Kouga tried to deny the food, sick of Sesshoumaru and his ridiculously domineering ways. That hadn’t ended too well for the wolf prince. Sesshoumaru had quickly rebound his hands and force fed him the meal that he had tried to refuse. To make matters worse, later that night Sesshoumaru had hauled a cursing Kouga over his lap and given him the spanking of a life time.

Kouga’s backside still burned from the altercation, and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. The bed which Sesshoumaru too slept in. Every. Night. Heat burned Kouga’s cheeks at the memories of his nights here. Sesshoumaru would come into the room as the light faded from the skies, and douse the candles. He would ignore Kouga’s stiff, furious, body as he made his way on to the bed. And every night, four nights running, he would pull a still furious Kouga into his arms and command the wayward wolf to sleep.

As if Kouga could sleep with that bastard at his back! Though, if he were to be truthful, Kuga had never slept so well in his life. It bothered Kouga on a very deep level. It was damnably strange and it made his skin crawl and itch at the same time. He shouldn’t feel so goddamned rested and content in his enemy’s arms. After all, the bastard had already killed him once, and then left him on the edge of death. Who cared if it was Sesshoumaru that had nursed him back to health? It was the taiyoukai’s fault that he had been in such straits to begin with!

Kouga sure as shit didn’t owe Sesshoumaru a thing. Not for the death of his precious ward, and not for reviving him either. Kouga was in a melancholy mood, his spirits low and his heart heavy. He wanted to go back to his pack mates, he worried over them furiously, wondering how they were all faring.

Was the bear tribe from the east of their mountain home giving them trouble again? Perhaps the boor tribe to the south? Without Kouga there to protect them, to lead them…

And what irked his girk the most was the fact that Sesshoumaru had been remarkably absent since he had delivered Kouga his breakfast this morning. It wasn’t as if Sesshoumaru was prone to randomly coming in and chatting it up with him, but the bastard did occasionally poke his head into the room to make sure Kouga was still there, and sometimes to ask if he needed to relieve himself. It had been hours since Kouga had seen Sesshoumaru last, and it was making the wolf prince edgy. What was he doing? Where had he gone?

Kouga tugged halfheartedly on the manacles that bound his hands to the bed. They allowed Kouga little freedom to move about, and when he tried, they bit sharply into his flesh. Damnit all! Where was that bastard!?

Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, stared down at the rambunctious youth before him. The boy’s copper hair glinted in the sunlight that spilled through the wide windows in his study. Green eyes that usually sparkled with mischief were studying him with a seriousness that he hadn’t thought the whelp capable of.
“Look, Sesshoumaru,” the boy said calmly, hands propped on his lean hips. “I know he’s here. I can smell him on you. Heck, I even tracked his scent all the way from the North to your land. His pack is worried about him; they’re roaming the countryside looking for him. So my question is, why the he-“ he stopped mid-sentence as Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. He cleared his throat.
“Sorry, I was just wondering why he was here. Of all places. With you.” He paused, and that familiar glint of mischief again sparkled in his eyes. “Of all people.” He finished.
“He is mine now.” Sesshoumaru replied easily, much to the confusion of the boy he stood so comfortably in his presence. “I will return him to his pack when I see fit, boy, and not a second sooner.”
The boy in question harrumphed, strong arms crossed over a whipcord lean chest.
“Yours?” he questioned, arching a delicate eyebrow. “Kouga is an Alpha, Sesshoumaru. He cant possibly be anyone’s but his own.”
“Kouga is not an Alpha, as he leads everyone to believe. He’s a Beta, and he now belongs to me. That is, until I see fit to release him.”
Green eyes widened in shock.
“A Beta?! You gotta be shittin’ me!” A laugh gurgled up from the boy’s stomach as a grin tugged on his lips.
“Holy crap!” he continued when Sesshoumaru did not reply. “Well, I guess that explains a lot. But still…wow. Hey,” a sudden suspicion crept into his voice.
“You ain’t hurting him, are you?”
“Ain’t is not a word, boy. I have told you this many times now.”
The whelp shrugged his shoulders, a smile still pulling at his lips.
“What can I say? Old habits die hard.”
“Two hundred and fifty is not old, boy. It is, in fact, remarkably young.”
“What’s got you all growly?” the boy retorted, an eyebrow raised in question. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I Know you’re not the hugs and kisses type but…”
“Boy.” Sesshoumaru warned.
“What? I’m just saying.” He glanced around the room.
“Where is Kouga anyway? You’re not keeping him in the dungeons are you?”
Sesshoumaru growled softly. The lad’s impertinence was irritating. It reminded him too much of his bothersome younger brother. Which, of course, was where the boy had learned a good majority of his grammatical errors.
“Kouga is not currently in my dungeons.” Sesshoumaru finally responded, watching as the boy walked over and flopped himself down comfortably in Sesshoumaru’s favorite chair.
“So why are you holding him here then?”
“He allowed his wolves to kill my ward. It is high time he was punished for his lack of- get your feet off my table whelp!”
The boy’s feet dropped to the ground with an audible thump.
“My bad.” He said on a smile. His use of language was disturbing, and in it Sesshoumaru could clearly see the influences of his foster parents.
“You know, the last time I checked Rin had led a long and fruitful life. Didn’t she end up marrying that black smith?”
Sesshoumaru growled.
“Yeah! She did! That’s right. Hori was his name. And they had…what? Five kids?”
Sesshoumaru merely stared at the boy who was growing increasingly irritating.
“Oh, and she named her first born after you, didn’t she?”
“Your point, boy.”
“My point is” he said, sitting up straight in his chair and fixing Sesshoumaru with a pointed stare. “that this isn’t gonna’ bring Rin back. There’s no point to it. Rin was never traumatized from it, and if she hadn’t died that day, she would have never become your ward.”
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes as a familiar pain stabbed through his heart. Nor that he would ever let it show. The boy was right. Rin had lived a full and happy life. She had been gone for many years now, and still Sesshoumaru watched over her descendants in the village not far from his lands. Sesshoumaru would never admit to missing his human ward, despite the pain that ached in his heart every eve of her death.
“It is too late now, boy. What is done cannot be undone.”
The boy shrugged his slight shoulders.
“You could let him go.” He said simply, as if it were the easiest of all possible solutions.
“I cannot.” Sesshoumaru ground out between gritted teeth, his patience with the boy wavering.
“Uh, I’m pretty sure you can.” He countered.
The boy was irritating! He had no concept of what Sesshoumaru had done to both Kouga and himself. Inwardly he seethed. It would have been so much easier to kill the pest of a wolf than to suffer through this. If Sesshoumaru had known what was going to happen, he would never have marked the brash and irksome wolf prince in the first place.
What was intended as a humiliating punishment had developed into something far more complex than Sesshoumaru had originally expected. When placing a mark upon another demon or human, there was usually no side effect. It became a simple way to stake a claim of ownership on another living being. Unfortunately his mark had conceived some…troublesome effects.
Sesshoumaru could actually feel the wolf in his mind. Such a connection was extremely rare and highly sought after by many demons. The halfbreed had such a connection with his mate, Sesshoumaru knew. And the two of them would often slip into some sort of silent communication that either resulted in a fiery blush or a slap and shooting match. It appeared, however, that his connection with Kouga was purely one sided. The wolf was not aware of his thoughts or his feelings. Which, in itself, was a blessing in disguise. And although Sesshoumaru viewed this marking with distaste, it was something that most demons treasured.
Soul mates. A bond so deep that the two souls touch, know each other. Sesshoumaru refused this notion. His bond with Kouga was viewed more as an irritant. Not a minute went by that the wolf prince wasn’t terribly angry, raging, or ready to kill. And not only could Sesshoumaru sense the wolf’s emotions, but he could also feel the wolf’s needs.
Sesshoumaru would never forget the putrid, sickly feeling of a raging fever. The night that he took the wolf prince out of the dungeons and brought him to his chambers was the first time he had felt the connection. Kouga had been on the edge of death, his body and his soul crying out so loud that Sesshoumaru had been forced to listen. He had never intended for the wolf to fall victim to fever. To hurt? Yes. To suffer? Most definitely. But to die? No.
He allowed the wolf to think that he had purposefully left him down in the dungeons with no food and no water. It was not, however, the case. Sesshoumaru had left his fortress to patrol his borders, something that took several days to accomplish. He had left specific instructions with his underling, Jaken, to feed and water the wolf in his absence. It appeared, however, that Lord Sesshoumaru was not the only one who knew how to nurse a grudge. Jaken had not stepped one foot inside those dungeons, the admission coming from his own beak like lips.
Despite his ill treatment and cavalier attitude towards Rin as a child, it appeared the toad had grown secretly fond of her over the years. When she had been alive, the toad would often visit her and her offspring under the guise of making sure she was “behaving in a fashion that would bring honor to Lord Sesshoumaru”. That he often stayed for days at a time, hurrying about her home and chastising her children (quite the rambunctious group) went unspoken and unnoticed. Jaken, his rather annoying servant for several years now, would never admit that he had loved and cared for a human. In that respect, Sesshoumaru supposed they were alike.
“I have marked him, boy. He is bound to me and now my responsibility.” Sesshoumaru finally answered. “How he has managed to stay alive thus far is beyond me.”
The boy in question snorted, rolling his eyes in a way that set Sesshoumaru’s teeth on edge.
“Kouga can handle himself, Lord Sesshoumaru. He has been taking care of his pack for years now. He has a responsibility to them, Alpha or not.”
How little the boy knew. If Kouga had truly been putting his wellbeing first, or even second, he would not be acting the Alpha of his pack. The amount of stress it could trigger in a Beta wolf was unimaginable. They were peace keepers and drew their power from an inner calm that stemmed from their very souls. Acting as an Alpha temporarily was fine, but to do so for as long as Kouga had? It went against his true nature. Sesshoumaru’s wolf had no idea who he truly was. His psyche was at war, torn between being an Alpha male and his true self. While Betas were not submissive by nature, neither were they leaders of the pack. By playing the role of Alpha for so long, Kouga could very well have damaged himself irrevocably. He would always be at war with himself, his soul never quite content, until he accepted his role.
Not that Sesshoumaru cared or had any remote feelings for the stubborn wolf prince. It was as he had told Kouga long ago; no one harmed what was his…even if it was Kouga himself doing the damage. Eventually the wolf would get his comeuppance, Sesshoumaru knew. Someday he would have to set his wolf free. But not until Kouga accepted his place in the world. Not until the war that raged in wolf was quieted, and his true nature was allowed to take precedence.
Sesshoumaru didn’t know how long such a change would take, but he did know that Kouga wasn’t leaving his sight until it happened. Then, and only then, would he release the wolf from captivity. And that was when Kouga would be most vulnerable. Not only would all know that the wolf was a true Beta, but they all would see who had made him that way, and to whom he belonged.
The wolf would suffer for his crimes. But not until Sesshoumaru was ready to allow him to do so.
“When he is ready, whelp, I will let him go. Now, is our business concluded here or do you have something more to-“
Sesshoumaru broke off; his eyes finally picking up on what he should have noticed when the boy first walked into the room.
A small, white, piece of paper poked out from the nape of the boy’s neck. With a fierce growl, Sesshoumaru drew his sword and crossed the room. The boy’s eyes widened as he let out a whispered “Fuck.” He did not dodge Sesshoumaru’s attack. Instead, Sesshoumaru’s sword ran right through him, bisecting the boy’s body so that he fell perfectly in two halves to the floor. Completely bloodless.
“That was my favorite shirt!” It was a macabre sight to see of the whelps lips moving, despite his new condition. Slowly, his body disintegrated. The trickster’s spell and a torn, blue, haori was the only evidence left to prove that he had been here in the first place.
“Shippo!” Sesshoumaru bellowed, his voice carrying through the stone hallways of his fortress.

Shippo winced as he continued to creep silently up the stairs that led to the third floor. It appeared his doppleganger had been disposed of.
“Shit.” He grumped beneath his breath as Sesshoumaru’s growl reached his sensitive ears. It looked like that cat was out of the bag. Which seriously sliced into his time to find Kouga. And boy was Sesshoumaru gonna be ticked when he caught up with him. A smile curled on the kitsune’s lips as he followed Kouga’s scent down a long, dark, corridor.
It had been years since he had visited Uncle Sesshoumaru. Unfortunately for the dog demon, Shippo had learned a few more tricks since the last time he was here. He paused in front of a door, his ears picking up the sound of softly spoken curses and the rattling of chains. Without missing a beat, Shippo rapped twice on the door before flinging it open.
And although the reference would be lost on the wolf youkai who had never visited Kagome and Inuyasha in the twenty-first century, Shippo simply could not allow an opportunity like this one to pass when his eyes landed upon Kouga’s shocked visage.

“Lucy, I’m hooooooooome.”
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.Hey guys it’s been a while hasn’t it? Sorry it took me so long to update this fic (I do have most of it written out already) but a lot has happened in a year. The last time I updated this fic was right before I found out I was pregnant (yay!) with my son. I was going through some stuff in the closet when I found my old notebooks. I started reading and well, hey- I just had to type up a bit of it. Let me know what you guys think of this chapter. I LIVE for reviews ^.^
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