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The End In The Beginning	By : MindlessMina Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 7325 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hello again everyone! Your reviews were great and some inspired me to start another fic, thank you! Here is your fourth helping of The End in the Beginning, and we finally get to see our favorite Daiyoukai!! What I wouldn’t do for a large vat of strawberry icecream and Sesshomaru…WELL away from that train of though! Don’t forget to review!
-MindlessMina
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha or any of its characters, but I would love to!
*********************Chapter 4: Case of the Curious Daiyoukai*********************
“Rin you foolish child get back to the fire at once! Or when Lord Sesshomaru returns I will tell him of your disobedience! Then he will send you away to a filthy human village where you rightfully belong!” Jaken screeched at his charge. It was just too dark for her to be running around in the forest alone he thought, and was sure that if something were to happen to her then it would be his head.
While the kappa still called her a child, she was anything but. She had grown substantially during their travels and was now a blossoming young woman of fourteen. Although she had gotten older, she was still as vibrant and joyful as she was as a child. The only thing that changed about her was that she now bathed more often and had an air of wisdom that she kept hidden just beneath the surface. It was the kind that people get when they have been exposed to too much cruelty at a young age.
She also became very stubborn and with the lessons that Sesshomaru had been providing her in combat, she was a force to be reckoned with. “Lord Sesshomaru would do no such thing to this Rin! This One was being obedient to you Master Jaken and came as soon as you called. You are just upset that our Lord did not allow you to join him in battle against Naraku.” She said as she crossed her arms and glared back at the little green toad.
She honestly didn’t understand why he still hadn’t warmed up to her even after all of these years. He was just so mean to her when her Lord was not around, and she could have told on him but never did because she didn’t want him to dislike her more. That didn’t help her keep her temper though. So she decided that if he was going to be upset with her then it was going to be for a good reason. With that thought, she picked up a small pebble like she had seen Lord Sesshomaru do many times before and chucked it at the middle of his forehead.
“WAAAHHH” he screamed as the stone made contact with his head and he fell backwards towards the fire. He managed to stop himself from falling into it, but was unable to stop his backside from catching on fire. He ran around the camp in mindless circles for a few seconds before a black boot made contact with his face and he fell onto his back, effectively putting out the fire.
They were camped out on the outskirts of Inuyasha’s forest that were at the ends of the Western Domain. He did not want to be far off from the battle and leave his pack out of his reach, so he brought them the furthest he could while keeping them in his lands. It ensured their safety and his closeness to the enemy. It also kept him close enough to keep an eye on the whelps pack to ensure that they did not jeopardize a chance to dispose of Naraku. Thankfully that had not been the case this day.
“You have returned my Lord!” Rin greeted him as she ran to his side and gave him a hug, just as she had for years now. Her embrace was answered by his hand resting atop of her head and a deep rumble of approval, just as he had done for an equal amount of years.
“Rin.” He regarded her. She was not really considered his ward anymore. After entering into the depths of hell to bring her back to life, he had to admit to himself that she meant so much more to him than that title could accomplish. She was the first little ray of sunlight that managed to filter thought his dark life, and she took her place in his life as daughter ever since.
He hadn’t told them of the nature of his departure, nothing unusual, but he had realized that Rin was past the point of naivety and as she grew up her perception was always spot on. He knew that she knew where he was today even if she acted as if it was just another day. It was not out of indulgence either, but because she had an unwavering faith in his abilities. A trait she possessed even when he only had one arm.
“Is it over, my Lord?” she asked, craning her head up to see his face.
“Yes, Rin. The vile hanyo has been defeated. We return to the Manor on the morrow.” Sesshomaru answered looking down upon Rin.
“Yes my Lord.”
She let go of her father and made her way over to the fire and turned her rabbit over so it could continue to cook. Her father. She had seen him as such for many years now, and even called him that, but only within the safety of the Manor. It would do no good if people knew that she meant that much to him. So far only Naraku was stupid enough to take advantage of that, but she would not put it past anyone else.
As the young woman stared across the way at her ord, she realized that although he seemed as stoic as usual, there was something different about him lately. She knew how to read him very well after all her years traveling with him, and for almost a year now he was lost in thought more and more often. It was like he was…lonely. Not the kind of lonely someone has because they are literally alone, but a different kind.
Then she remembered something that she had heard the advisors talking about and knew instantly what was wrong. He needed a mate. He needed a female to make him feel that special kind of way that no one else could. If only he would find one, then she could possibly have a mother. Exited at the thought of having someone to call ‘mama’, she grinned and then retreated into her mind, thinking of ways to help her Lord find the right one.
Finishing up her dinner, Rin threw more sticks into the fire before lying down next to AhUn. He was still deep in his thoughts, and she finally saw evidence in his eyes of an emotion that she had never seen him carry before; longing. Before she shut her eyes for the night, she took one more look at her father and mentally sent out a prayer to all of the Kamis she knew about.
‘I know that my father has done some wrong in his long life, and that he can be very indifferent to the world around him. But he has also done much good, and is not as cruel as he once was. Please, I am begging you, send him a good woman that will be all that he needs. He needs someone so he wont be alone anymore. I don’t ask for much, but I promise that if you answer me, I will never ask for anything again.’
Seeing that all was well within his pack, Sesshomaru sat with his back towards the base of a large tree across from the campfire. Shifting into his favorite sitting position, he stretched out his left leg and bent his right one and rested his arm above it. He looked over to his pack and watched how they went about eating and bickering as the dragon steed lay in the background sleeping peacefully. He looked especially at his young Rin. She had blossomed and was on the cusp of womanhood. He would soon have to find a husband for her. Though he detested the idea of anyone laying a finger on her, he knew that she was no longer a child, and would not be treated as one for much longer.
He remembered when she would run around barefoot in her checkered kimono, her half ponytail draped lazily to the side as she picked flowers. Now where her old orange and white kimono would be, instead there was a pink and white flower print one, and the ponytail was long since rid of so her hair could hang unbound at her mid-back. She did still prance about picking flowers barefoot though. That gave his paternal side relief; she was still not ready to leave his side just yet. A lot of time must have passed as he was musing, for the fire had dwindled into embers and his pup, steed and retainer were all asleep. Standing, he rekindled the fire to keep them warm and shed his moko-moko, using his youki to wrap it tightly around Rin so she didn’t get too cold as it slept. The toad was on its’ own.
Spreading out his youki to detect if there was an immediate threat in their vicinity, he took note there was none, and slammed his Tenseiga into the earth to create a barrier around his pack as he went to hunt. Rin needed to have meet for the morning’s meal if she were to travel efficiently and without need of much rest. That and the idea of tearing a large elk or a boar to shreds always gave him satisfaction, being he was a predator and all.
That’s when he smelled it. Blood. Being late at night smelling blood was not something that was unusual, but for some reason his instincts were nagging at him to go and find its source. Daintily lifting his nose to scent the air, he took note that the stench was coming from the direction of the forest of Inuyasha. Now it was not only his instincts but his curiosity had also peaked as to what or who the victim was. Spreading out his youki, he sensed that there was still no danger in the area surrounding his pack and decided to leave. Gathering his cloud of demonic energy at his feet, he took off high into the air and made his way towards the scent of death.
As he approached, his senses were becoming more and more frazzled. He could now discern that whoever it was bleeding out was not only extremely powerful, but was a female. A pure and unclaimed female. His instincts were rearing wildly within his veins trying violently to get him to quicken his pace so they could save the female and claim her. His rational mind however was quick to push down his more primal urges and he began to wonder.
‘This female is powerful. And hurt. She is also unclaimed, that is preposterous. How could a female of this caliber have escaped my senses? I can scent power from vast spaces, why is it that I have never scented this ones? She is also has the scent of innocence and purity amidst the blood. Could it be that she is untouched as well? Purity…no…this is…this is a priestess.’
After finishing his internal conversation, Sesshomaru turned his full attention to the scent he was now following. Although he would admit it to no one save himself, the smell of power and purity radiating from the blood was positively divine. He knew why his instincts were in a state of frenzy. It was simply because in all of his long years he had never smelt a finer scent then what he was being exposed to now. Mentally shaking his head away from those thoughts, he quickened his pace, curious to see what creature had ensnared his baser self so easily.
As soon as he reached the edge of Inuyasha’s Forest, he was able to tell that it was not only one person who bled, but it was two. And the identity of the second was without a doubt his bastard half-brother, but it was different. Tainted by magic and maliciousness. No doubt the reason why his presence during the battle had his instincts clamoring. Then there was the other, the one whose scent had his beast rattling in its cage, and now that he was closer it was irrefutable whom it belonged to. It was hers, the living miko: Kagome. It was indeed shocking to find that she harbored that scent and even more disturbing that she, a mere human, was enticing his bestial nature.
Sesshomaru never dallied in lies. And he firmly believed that to lie to ones self is the most despicable thing one can do. Though he was very loathe to admit to it, he had to say that it was not truly her humanity that was an issue. He had gotten over that prejudice when he accepted Rin as his pup. He had seen her battle, and she looked like a goddess when she was killing all of those worthless demons. He knew that because she was a priestess, she could birth powerful pups whether or not they were hanyo. So it was not even her station as priestess that offended him. It was her relation to the hanyo that kept him at bay, and from really taking a moment to appreciate her feminine charms.
Narrowing his eyes at his final thoughts, he scoffed mentally at his unusual train of thought. However, the closer he got, the more he begrudgingly had to admit that her scent was positively divine. It was the scent of strawberries and a delicate cream laced with the smell of an electrical storm. Very intoxicating to any male, and for the more powerful ones like him, it was absolutely intense. Why was it that he had never noticed the miko’s scent before? It was near impossible for a Daiyoukai, an Inu Daiyoukai at that, to fail to notice something so trivial.
‘Hn, so she carries a scent blocker. I could understand why she would however, now that I have scented her true smell. I wonder, was it masked from the hanyo as well?’
He came to a complete stop after bursting into the clearing, and the sight that met him was not one that he had ever expected to see. He had thought he would find a wounded hanyo with an unconscious miko. Instead what he faced was the remnants of a battle, with an almost dead miko splayed out upon the floor. There was blood flowing out of several different and severe slashes over her body and weapons scattered about. He could see a trail of blood leading from the direction of the Sacred Tree where she usually visited before traveling back to her time. Her frame was bloodied and bruised, but she still breathed, albeit raggedly and shallow. He got closer and his eyes opened wide in the realization of the scents that marked her wounds.
‘Inuyasha? Was she not your intended as you had made her out to be? Why have you attempted to slay your most loyal pack mate and alpha female? Your scent is also tainted. You left her alive, but I am certain you assumed she was dead with your inferior senses. What is the meaning of this?’
He questioned himself as he took in the sight before him. Examining the clearing, he came to the conclusion that it had been a brutal battle between the two. The scent of their blood was drenched all over the area. He took a deeper breath and realized that not only was the hanyo’s blood tainted and bewitched, but it held the scent of rage; the scent of his blood beast. His scent lacked the smell of wood and steel. He did not have the Tetseiga. But judging from the fact that there was no one else injured and there was clearly no commotion, he would have to had been in control of his beast.
This attack was completely without honor. It stunk of bitter tears, betrayal, and pain. One look at the body on the floor told him that she was beaten even after she had fallen to his strength. He was impressed to say the least that she was able to inflict so much damage on him in his more ferocious form, but to be still alive after it all was another amazing feat. He also smelled something odd about the environment. She had not once used her reiki to fend off her attacker. Was it because she feared for his safety? No, otherwise she would not have injured him to the extent she did. So why then did she not use it?
Curiosity was always his weakness, and knowing that he would get no answers if she were to die, he decided that she would have to live. Besides, she did not deserve this kind of death. There was no honor in it. She was a warrior, and she deserved to die with honor, not at the hands of her pack. Being the creature of honor and integrity that he was, Sesshomaru wasted no time in picking her up gently and cradling her within his arms to his chest. Anger welled up within his chest as he glimpsed the large claw marks on her face and the scent of tears and pain that she wreaked of.
‘How could he do this to you, priestess. Where is his sense of pride, of protecting his pack. It is obvious that he is truly a bastard for attacking a woman, one who was his most loyal companion. This Sesshomaru must once again rectify the damage he has done to our family’s name.’ he thought to himself as he carried her. He took his time searching for the large yellow pack that she seemed to carry with her everywhere, knowing that when she awoke, she would want it. There were many healing supplies in there that he was not schooled in that would more than likely aid her greatly in her healing.
Finding it, he picked it up and flung it over his shoulder. Deciding that now would not be a good time to take her back to the village due to her state of being, he formed his cloud and began to flight back to his camp. The wind did him no favors as it blew her intoxicating scent into his nose. Looking down at her battered face, he frowned and realized that most if not all of her wounds would scar. Uncharacteristically, he looked around his location as he flew, and when he knew there was no one else around, he let his canine compassion take over.
Slowly and gently, he began to lick all of the scratches and cuts on her face. He was a Daiyoukai, he was a ruthless killer, he was the strongest in all of Japan. But he was still Inu, and as such, his brother’s pack was an extension of his pack. His Inu nature called to comfort such a loyal creature, partially because she was pack, and partially because he couldn’t resist the urge to try to ease at least a small amount of her pain. His instincts were ignored earlier this day due to his pride, and now he held the results of such carelessness within his arms. In so doing, he was also getting a nice little helping of her delicious blood. She tasted of purity, of power, and of fertility. It was an overwhelming combination, but he resisted the urge to taste more and softly continued to clean and heal her face.
He had finished a short while before returning to his pack, and was pleased to see that his saliva had healed her almost instantly and her face at least was back to its normal, healthy self. He looked at her face again, and this time truly looked at her, and for the first time he realized that she was indeed attractive. Her thick and curly dark lashes fanned across her high cheekbones and her mouth was full and pouty. It was not small and thin like most of the females he had come across. Her midnight hair also was thick and wavy, and accentuated her tanned face angelically. He tore his eyes away from her face as soon as his feet hit the ground.
With one arm he got a firm hold of her body, while the other pulled her sleeping futon out and lay it near the fire. Setting her down, he once again assured himself that there were none others around and he continued to nurse her wounds but took a full inventory on the damage that was dealt to her person. With every wound that closed he cursed his brother for his weakness and his betrayal. Once he was finished, he took out a sleeping yukata from her bag and dressed her, trying and failing to not notice the generous curves of her figure and the intoxicating scent she carried. Glad to be finished with that ordeal, he lay her in her ‘sleeping bag’ and tucked her into the fabrics.
By evening on the morrow she should be awake, hopefully sooner. He needed to know what happened, and she was his only lead. He continued to stare at her as she slept, wondering if maybe this was a bad idea getting mixed up with the whelp and his affairs, but then she made a soft whimper and a soft “why”, and his decision was melted over with iron. She would stay and he would know the truth to the situation. Turning on his back again, he left the camp in search for something to hunt. Not merely just to bring back game for food, but because he needed to feel flesh and blood being ripped apart by his claws. Yes, the hunt sounded good.
A/N: Finally our hero and heroin meet again! Things are about to start getting goooood believe me, so stay tuned and don’t forget to review!
-MindlessMina
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