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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Six (m)

New Moon

I pace restlessly. Must… see… Inuyasha… At the wall. Turn around. Must… see… Inuyasha…. Must… see… Turn. Inuyasha…

“Lord Sessho-maru!” Jaken cries, running to keep up with me as I pace pointlessly in the dining hall. I should pace in the long direction… There would be more room. I turn to do so.

“Lord Sessho-maru!” he tries again. “What’s wrong, m’lord?”

Must… see… Inuyasha… I am so restless… being apart from him is an almost physical pain. The child is even calling out for him. I cannot rest again until I have seen him…

“M’lord…?”

“There is nothing wrong!” I kick him viciously across the room, not even watching as he slams into the wall. Irritating pest… I just want them all to leave me alone! I have no patience or interest in anyone except him… Except my Inuyasha….

I realize as I walk past him that I have killed Jaken, as his head is effectively turned around backward, from where he hit the wall. That makes me think of Inuyasha’s ears. I should not have done that… I have lost control again, this time while awake, and slain Jaken. What is wrong with me?

But I know the answer to that, and consider it as I use Tenseiga to revive my servant, and walk away without a word. I may as well actually be Inuyasha’s mate, with how much he is affecting me. I am desperate to see him again. I cannot stand to be apart from him like this… I need him. I need him as much as I would had I the last bite. I cannot stay here; I have to find him. If I am to remain sane, I must go to him, now. Immediately.

I walk away, ignoring Jaken. Was he trying to speak to me? I guess he was… No matter. “Remain here,” I tell him expressionlessly, and walk from the castle. I need you, Inuyasha…

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He is nearby! Finally… Finally I will be able to see him, be able to rest… I have not slept in a week, I think. Maybe more, or perhaps less. I neither know nor care. I only know that I need him near me, I need to smell his scent, hear his heart beating in his chest, feel him close to me, holding me if possible… I need to see him…

My attention is greatly diverted as I think of him, as I cross a large clearing in the forest, and before I am aware of the danger, I find myself pinned to a tree by a large demon. A brief flash of fear races through my veins, but I calmly slash at it with my hand, and leap into the tree above as it falls in pieces to the ground. Pitiful. It appears to be a rather weak animal demon or something similar, though somewhat larger than it should be. I pause for a moment, inspecting what remains, curiously wondering what sort of animal it was. A beetle of some sort, I finally decide. It is much larger than it should be.

I turn to walk away, but have taken only a few steps before I turn around again, alarmed as I hear something behind me. The beetle demon… it is reforming itself, drawing all of the pieces back together again. What is this? I quickly destroy it with my whip, but even as I watch it reforms. I am not sure how to destroy it if it continually reanimates itself…

Then I am grabbed from behind in strong pincers that I barely manage to break, destroying the thing in the process. I see more of them swarming from the ground. It is not a single beetle, but a colony of them… What is this sorcery, that brings these dead demons continually back to life? How can I kill them? Another grabs me from behind, but I destroy them all with a slash of my whip, leaping into the tree as I watch them already reform. I am surrounded; they are coming out of the ground for a mile in every direction. I could escape them, I suppose… It would not be that hard, after all, to simply get away from here. They would likely follow me, however, for having invaded what they see as their territory, and I would still be faced with this same problem later. I must destroy them, then… But I do no know how. I have never heard of such a thing happening. How are they doing this?

They swarm up the tree, after me; I destroy both them and it, momentarily, at any rate. Unfortunately, I am caught as I am about to land by another of them, which pierces my stomach with its giant mandibles. I feel the pain, but dimly, and run it through with my poisoned claws, spinning to give another attacker the same treatment. My child…! My only thought as I do so is of the pup in my belly, praying vaguely that it is still unharmed… That it will remain unharmed as I fight these monster insects. There are hundreds of them, all around me; can I even defeat them? If they did not regenerate, or if I were at all of my former power, I think I could, but now, weakened as I am by Inuyasha’s mark upon me, by the child growing within me, and with their mysterious ability, I have my deeply-hidden doubts.

If I had that sword… If Father had seen fit to leave me the Tetsusaiga instead of this useless stick…

The Tokijin slices dozens of them in half with a single stroke, but it is useless. I cannot do this… They are too many, and they do not die. How can I defeat an enemy that will not stay dead? I must escape, instead…

Another cuts into me from behind, and yet another nearly slices off my arm, stealing my sword away from me. I repay them both with poison, but it is useless; they are overrunning me, these hundreds of petty insects. Damn you, Inuyasha… because if you, I cannot defeat them…

No! If they kill me I shall never see Inuyasha again…!

I fight them once more with renewed vigor, my only semi-coherent thought that I must live, I must see Inuyasha again. Even that conviction will not be enough, though… I am thrown, and smash into something hard and rough. A tree. My hair is tangled around the leg of one of them, and that is quite literally one of the most painful things I have ever experienced, as it moves, running away, and I jerk my head and send it crashing to the ground, where another jerk pulls its leg off, my hair slowly coming free. I am trapped, though – I kill the ones nearest me, but more keep coming, and those I just killed will come for me as well when they reawaken…

INUYASHA!

It is no use… I shall never see him again… I fight desperately, no longer merely trying but actually desperate to defeat them, to escape here with my life and see him…

One of them cuts me with razor-sharp claws on the end of its legs, and fiery pain runs from the wound throughout my body. I slash at it, but the blow is weak. What is happening to me? I feel myself pulled roughly forward, away from the tree at my back, then I fall to my knees as I am jerked at again. I try to fend them off still, but it is even less use from this position… I am swarmed under, and I have to face it. I am going to die here, and they will eat my body, and that of my unborn child. I shall never see Inuyasha again… Inuyasha shall never see his son…

Pain… They rip at me as I lie on the ground… I cannot fight them any longer…

Then I hear a feral growl, and feel the weight of the demon beetles abruptly depart. My heart jumps in my chest… that growl – it is Inuyasha! I know not how, but he is here for me! I painfully fall onto my back from my side and look up – there he is, standing between me and those beetles, his Tetsusaiga drawn, his eyes flashing gold. The beetles are swarming away from us, coming together in the middle of the clearing. Combining, morphing into something else… Of course. It is but a single queen, and the small demons are a part of her…

He finds the wind scar with little effort and in a single blow has utterly destroyed the insect queen. I close my eyes in relief as he kneels beside me, all traces of anger gone, only concern showing in his eyes. “Sessho…” he says quietly. “Sessho… are you hurt?”

What a stupid question.

“They regenerate, Inuyasha…” is what I say, rather than pointing out his somewhat idiotic question. “She is not yet dead…”

I feel him stand up beside me, jerking to look back where the queen is no doubt now reforming. Ah, and now I hear it, the sickening sound of flesh once more joining together… How disgusting.

Speaking of disgusting…

“How did you know?” the annoying human girl asks loudly, yelling across the clearing at Inuyasha. “How did you know this… thing… had a jewel shard?”

“Jewel shard?” he asks in surprise. “Where?”

“There, in the head!”

“All right!”

I know not what happens. I hear the sounds of his battle, I know that he is fighting the Queen, but I feel far too weak to open my eyes. It seems to last forever, yet at the same time, it goes by so quickly… I hear his friends alternately screaming in concern and cheering him on, hear the clang of his blade on its hard shell… I know even that he finally defeats it, but I feel so far away, so removed from all of it… I only feel a somewhat fuzzy feeling of relief and something resembling peace, now that he is near.

Then He kneels beside me again, and I still do not open my eyes, but I lightly grasp his hand. All I need is some time, I am sure, for my body to heal itself. That is all I need… time, and Inuyasha…

Then the monk’s voice intrudes. “Who is she, Inuyasha?” he asks. He is coming closer… he will see me, whatever he is talking about now, he will see me and that will make Inuyasha unhappy… I must leave. I cannot make Him unhappy…

“I have to go,” I whisper, and move to sit up.

He says nothing, and I stand, without his help, in case his friends are watching. The monk gasps and draws back. Was I the ‘she’ that he meant? Surely not.

“My thanks, little brother,” I say, and before any of them can speak, I have vanished back through the trees. Not very far, though, for I collapse as soon as I am well out of sight, holding my stomach. I think I am more badly injured than I at first assumed. My stomach is quiet, however, which means that the child is safe and unharmed, for if it were injured I would be nauseous, and if it had been killed I would be unable to keep it in. I cannot move from this place, however.

“Was that Sessho-maru?” the monk asks incredulously.

“Yeah, it was.”

“Did you just save his life?”

“And what was wrong with him?” the cub pipes up. “What happened to his face?”

“Yeah, I did, and I don’t know, I guess his stripes are fading for some reason.”

“Why did you save him, Inuyasha?”

“It’s not like I meant to! I didn’t know it was him at first.”

Does he mean that? Oh, gods… does he actually mean that?

No, he cannot have meant it. I am only being paranoid. He is only trying to keep our relationship a secret from his friends. I almost wish he wouldn’t, though, because I need him now…

“Well, whatever happened, I think we should stop somewhere around here for the night,” the girl says. “It’s almost sundown.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Inuyasha says, and they move out of the bug demon-littered clearing. I can still hear them, but faintly, and I make no effort to listen. Eventually, the pain subsides and I am recovered enough to move. I am not certain, but I believe my healing is taking longer than normal – longer than it should. It is because of either Inuyasha’s mark on me, which is designed to make me weaker, so that he must stay around to protect me, or because of the child I am carrying. I do not mind the causes very much, but the effects I could do without.

I walk back into the clearing, to retrieve my swords, forgotten when I left so suddenly. Unfortunately, they are gone. He and his friends must have taken them when they left, doubtless thinking that I was too far away to come back for them. Does he mean to keep them? How would such a bleeding heart use the sword I consider so useless; there is undoubtedly a reason that sword was left to me and not to him. And the Tokijin – did they take that one as well? How could they? It would overpower any one of them who touched it, and Inuyasha cannot go near it…

I follow their scents quickly back the way they came. If they took Tokijin, then His life is in great danger, and I cannot allow that! He will not die because of a sword I had made, because of my own foolish grudge.

They are all sitting around a fire. Their chibi-neko youkai lifts its head and looks straight at me, but senses that I mean no harm and gives no warning to the others. Something is amiss – I do not move forward. Inuyasha’s smell is wrong. Inuyasha’s hair is wrong – it is pure black instead of semi-clean white, and he has no ears. Rather, human ears, presumably, but no inu. Why is this?

I gather myself from my surprise and step forward after a moment. All heads turn to look at me; weapons are grabbed, bodies half-raised, except for Inuyasha. He only looks at me in surprise, and slight shock. Doubtless he is afraid I shall give away his – our – secret, but I have no intention of doing that.

“Inuyasha,” I say calmly, “where are my swords?”

His brows furrow. “Your swords? We don’t have them.”

“I left them there, in that clearing. They are gone now, and you are the only ones to have been there. Please hand them over.”

“I’m telling you, Sessho-maru, we haven’t got your damned swords – maybe you should have kept an eye on them. Now go away.”

I glance over them, and it is fairly obvious that none of them has come anywhere near Tokijin. Of the Tenseiga I can see no sign, but I must assume he is telling the truth. But I do not understand. I did not take them. They did not take them. There has been no one else to take them. Two swords cannot simply disappear. I cannot have overlooked them – can I have? No, I am not that foolish.

After one final glance over them all, I turn and walk away. Someone else must have them, except that there has been no one else there. What am I missing?

Back to the clearing, then, to figure out what I have overlooked. It smells only of dead bugs and wind. My swords are still missing. I am thoroughly puzzled, and slightly alarmed. I do not, necessarily, need either of those swords, though both are extremely useful… They have both likely saved my life at one point or another. However, I do not want anyone else to have them. They are too powerful; in the wrong hands – any hands but my hands – they could be very dangerous.

I leave the clearing alone, not liking the smell of those demons around me. I know that they are dead, but they still smell like a threat and set my instincts on edge. I find a tree some distance away, but still close to Inuyasha, where I can sit with my hand on my stomach, on my child, and watch the stars come out. This is probably how it will have to be for the rest of my life… me and my child, waiting on the sidelines while Inuyasha hides us from his friends…

I hear him long before he realizes for sure that I am there, and drop silently down in front of him, startling him. I cock my head slightly and look into his brown eyes… what is the meaning of this?

“Sessho-maru!” In surprise.

“You are human.”

He nods. “Yeah, hanyou thing. Every new moon.”

“Ah.”

“Find your swords?”

“No. They are gone.” He sits beside a tree, and I sit on my knees beside him, facing toward him. “How did your friends let you go?”

“I told them I’d yell if I needed help.” He smiles slightly and plays with a strand of my hair, then puts his other arm around me, and I lean into his touch. “How’s the baby?”

“Unharmed,” I tell him. “It wants you near, however.”

“How can it want anything?”

“I can feel it. It wants you.”

He kisses my forehead, running his hand through my hair. I shiver from his lips on the moon marking there, but the desire is not as strong. I move my legs from underneath me and rest my head on his shoulder, my hand no longer on my stomach but his. He makes me feel warm, safe… good. Inuyasha will protect me and my child, just as he is supposed to. And he will never bite me again and everything will continue as it is now, which is more than sufficient. He has already given me more than I have ever had before, and I think I love him for that.

“You don’t seem to hate him so much anymore,” he says, with a smile that I can feel in his voice.

“I cannot… It is impossible for me to hate it.”

He smiles and kisses my forehead again. I begin to purr, only very quietly, as he pulls me closer. I feel so good, even knowing that he does not feel for me as I do for him. How can he, after what he said to his friends? But I do not mind… As long as he does not send me away – or does not prove that he is still more like Father than even I have suspected and leave me after making me feel these things again – I do not mind.

He pulls my fur off and covers us with it, quickly unlacing my armor and setting it aside to be more comfortable. I do not move any more than absolutely necessary for him to do this, and once more pull myself as close to him as possible.

“Have you thought about a name?”

“It has only been three weeks, Inuyasha,” I murmur into his neck. “It is not even showing yet. It is too early to be thinking of naming it.”

“All right.”

“Did you have something you wanted to name it?”

“If it’s a girl… I’d like her named after my mom…” he says. “But other wise, I trust you. Is that okay?”

I nod wordlessly into his shoulder. Anything he wants is all right by me. Just as long as he never sends me away, never leaves me, I will do whatever he asks. I would do anything to keep him here, with me and our child. For as long as possible, until his friends come and take him away from me. I know he will be gone when I wake in the morning, but he is here with me now…

His hands combs through my hair, slides over my back and down my arm. Almost as though he is petting me. I purr louder, as his hand slides firmly down my neck, running over the mark he put there, then cups my jaw. He kisses me deeply, and I return it, still purring. He moves to nibble and suck at the tip of my pointed ear with dull human teeth, and I gasp, then whine quietly, and lean into him. He wants more – I can smell it, can feel it thrumming through him, and it is all I can do not to fall victim to his desire.

“Inuyasha, I am pregnant.”

“So?” he asks quietly. “Doesn’t mean you can’t – does it?”

“It means I do not want to…”

“Oh.” He sighs slightly and kisses me again. I have displeased Him… if he wants to, I will…

“I am sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay – really.” I feel him smile, and the stone in my chest breaks up, melting away as I realize he is not angry with me.

I close my eyes and lean fully against him, slipping toward sleep. He will watch over me for as long as he can, and though he will be gone in the morning, I am content with that…
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