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Fifty Years	By : nika1280 Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 27198 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters therein. The credit for the anime/manga belong to Ms. Rumiko Takahashi. I do, however, own the plotline and any original characters that appear.

Special thanks to Snowfall who not only wrote part of this chapter but also helped me flush out my dialogue and action scenes, giving you a more enjoyable story. Read her stories!!!

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"Izayoi? What does my mother have to do with anything," Inuyasha asked, confused. Instead of answering him, Sesshomaru walked over to the bed and placed the baby in his arms.
When Inuyasha looked down at his child, he understood. The little girl was the spitting image of his mother. She had wavy black hair that was long for a newborn. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of violet, sparkling like diamonds in the light. Her face was an exact replica of his mother�s, except she had lavender stripes on her cheeks and her ears were pointed like her father�s. She was picture-perfect, his mother reborn.
"Izayoi, that�s her name. Izayoi..." Inuyasha stated, in awe of his little girl. Upon hearing her name, Izayoi turned to face her mother and gave him a beautiful smile. Inuyasha�s heart melted, and he felt tears well up in his eyes. Seeing his little girl, the product of his and Sesshomaru�s love, with his mother�s face was just too much for the emotionally charged half-demon. He deeply inhaled his child�s scent before passing her back to his mate.
Sesshomaru couldn�t say he was shocked that Inuyasha chose to name the girl after his mother. She did look like her dead maternal grandmother. It was disconcerting, however, to see his daughter with the face of the one woman he hated more than anyone. He had always blamed his father�s death (and Sesshomaru�s consequent misery) on the fact that he had fallen in love with a human woman. The fact that his daughter looked like and shared the same name as that woman was almost too much to bear; however, Sesshomaru knew that there would be no changing his brother�s mind, and the child had already responded to the name. For good or for ill, their newest addition was now named Izayoi.
Needless to say, Izayoi�s birth caused quite an uproar in the castle. Everyone looked at the baby, marveling at her beauty, yet silently questioning her paternity. Where else would the dark hair and violet eyes come from if not another demon? Not to mention her scent�it smelled of Inuyasha and another that was not Sesshomaru. The Western Lord certainly couldn�t have fathered her. These gossips, however, did not know of Inuyasha�s human night or form, for if they did, they would understand exactly how Izayoi�s looks came to be.
There was also the question of her spiritual energy. Izayoi, at only two months old, was able to conjure a barrier around herself when she felt frightened. If she was angry, she could send out shocking bolts of ice that were most painful. It was unlike anything anyone had ever seen, including Sesshomaru. The Western Lord had an idea of where her powers originated, but he did not want to pursue it because it brought up unpleasantness.

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Sesshomaru couldn�t stand his own daughter. She looked so much like his mate in his human form that it was uncanny, although it made sense. As a hanyou, Inuyasha looked so much like their father with dog ears. As a human, he looked like a male version of Izayoi, his mother. It was perfectly reasonable that their little Izayoi could be both his and Inuyasha�s child, but Sesshomaru couldn�t bring himself to accept it. He refused to acknowledge that the child created after he admitted his love to his mate looked just like that human whore. It was inconceivable, and Sesshomaru didn�t want to deal with the issue, so he locked it away.
Shortly after Izayoi�s birth, Sesshomaru found himself withdrawing from his mate. He rarely touched Inuyasha intimately any more�it was just too much for him to bear. That child couldn�t be his, she just couldn�t be. Sesshomaru refused to believe that the gods were so unkind as to burden him with the one person he hated the most. It was unfathomable. As these thoughts permeated his mind, Sesshomaru neglected to notice a cold feeling that slowly enveloped his being. He was retreating from his mate, eroding the symbiotic relationship that they had conceived during their years together. He was the calm reason to his brother�s fiery temper. Yin and yang�interdependent opposites that consumed and supported each other until they were so entwined that one couldn�t tell where yin ended and yang began. That was his relationship with is mate. The consequences of his decisions were dire, yet Sesshomaru could not look beyond his pride, and it would be his downfall.
Inuyasha was not oblivious to the change in the dynamic between himself and his mate. Instead of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha going to bed at the same time, many nights Inuyasha would fall asleep alone. His mate was either too busy with business or otherwise occupied. When Sesshomaru did come in to sleep, he stayed on one side of the bed, not touching Inuyasha. If he came upon Inuyasha and Izayoi together, he made any number of excuses to leave the room. They rarely indulged in their late-night meals or conversations, and Sesshomaru and Inuyasha only had sex once after the hanyou had been declared healthy. It was odd for the lovers, but there was so much going on that it wasn�t unreasonable. Inuyasha thought his mate�s behavior strange, but he didn�t have time to ponder it. There were more important matters that needed his attention.
With Izayoi�s arrival came a rush of new power�spiritual power�into Inuyasha. It seemed as if his mother�s hidden talents were unlocked inside of him when he had his daughter. Suddenly, he had all these new abilities and the knowledge to use them. He spent hours a day honing and refining his craft so that he would be able to use them effectively and train his daughter in the manipulation of her own powers. The baby was highly unstable when it came to her spiritual powers, so Inuyasha had to teach her how to deal with them as soon as they manifested. He couldn�t have his daughter zapping everyone that made her mad or else there would be no one left in the palace!
Occasionally, he would feel a strange tug in his chest or a burning in his veins, but he wrote these things off as side effects of his newly acquired powers. Sometimes, however, the pain was so great that he would stop whatever he was doing and gasp for breath. If he didn�t know better, Inuyasha would have said that it felt as if his soul was rending, but that was absurd. Inuyasha ignored the telltale warnings of his body as he spent his days adjusting to the new changes that had happened in his household.
The courtiers, however, were not as dense as the brothers and seized upon the growing rift between the two. They increasingly spread rumors about Princess Izayoi�s paternity. Sesshomaru�s unease with her presence in the household magnified as the poisonous words of those scavengers buzzed about his ears. The whole situation came to a head three months after the baby�s birth.
Sesshomaru had been even more distant toward him lately. Inuyasha didn�t understand why, but he knew something was wrong. Their lone sexual encounter was two weeks ago, and it was most unfulfilling. Instead of lingering touches, languid kisses, and sizzling lovemaking, it was quick and impersonal. After the sex was over, Sesshomaru rolled off his brother and turned his back to him, as if Inuyasha were nothing more than a common tramp.
What was worse is that Sesshomaru avoided Izayoi like the plague. He�d only held her a handful of times in the last three months, but he hadn�t touched her in weeks. He would spend hours with the other children�playing, training, and reading�but leave young Izayoi neglected in her crib. It was the most painful thing that Inuyasha had ever experienced. He knew that Sesshomaru had blamed him and his mother for their father�s death, but he thought that his brother had moved on. It was apparent that Sesshomaru hadn�t. Of course, Inuyasha had not been aware of any other reason that Sesshomaru had been behaving so distant from him. He had trusted his mate and that was a grave error on his part...

Armor and swords flew across the foyer, crashing into the opposite wall.
�Nine years! Nine years and I still haven�t found them! I know that he had another child. I felt it in my very bones after those first nine months of his disappearance. And they�re gone! Out of my reach.�
Anger, frustration, and most of all�pain tore through Sesshomaru at his fruitless hunt for his mate and children. It was his fault that his mate had run. He could never deny that. And Inuyasha had every right. After discovering that Inuyasha had secretly taken the children and headed out for parts unknown, Sesshomaru had to re-evaluate his actions. There was absolutely no reason that he couldn�t have squashed a rebellion due to the rumors that Izayoi was the result of an adulterous union. He had listened, had believed and had mistrusted his mate. His brother had always loved him and would never have taken someone else to bed long before he had loved his brother in return. It didn�t matter that he had avoided touching Inuyasha after the birth of Izayoi, sometimes avoiding Inuyasha altogether. There was no excuse for his behavior that night�

"She is not my child! My scent does not linger in her blood!" Sesshomaru hissed.
"How could I do something like that to you, Sesshomaru?" Inuyasha sobbed, wrapping his arms around his stomach and falling to his knees as pain gripped his entire body.
"You�you are nothing but a faithless whore," Sesshomaru growled, leaning over to stare into Inuyasha�s tearful eyes. "I should never have trusted a half-breed�"
Rage overcame him as Inuyasha had dropped his head. The hanyou was ignoring him, or so he thought, and that misinterpretation only fueled his anger. Grabbing Inuyasha by the throat, he lifted him and threw him across the room, watching through a haze of red as Inuyasha crashed into the wall, nearly taking the entire structure down in the process. The red filter in his vision was what had alerted him to the fact that he was about to execute the mother of his children. That was the only thing had saved his mate. He had come so close to destroying everything that he had.
After Inuyasha had left, executing those that had the gall to accuse Inuyasha had not assuaged his guilt nor sated his thirst for revenge against the treason that had been spoken even in his own household.
Purposefully striding to his bedroom�no, his and Inuyasha�s bedroom, he plopped down in a chair that sat in a corner and stared at his empty bed. There was no longer any scent of his mate. No reminders that he had even had a family. What little Inuyasha had accepted from him would have easily been packed away. The only things left to him were a paltry amount of the children�s belongings, which he could never bring himself to examine. The feeling of loss was too great and the reminders would kill him inside. Already he was beginning to search for his family less and less, returning to his duties toward his lands. In his searching, he had nearly lost control of it. But after so many years, he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding them.
It didn�t help that he was slowly becoming weaker with each passing year. Only the most powerful youkai could cage the emotions that flowed like a raging river. The strength of youkai emotions could turn them into deranged beasts, so they had to be contained. But once they were shared, they were a force that could only be tamed by the person that was chosen. Sesshomaru had driven away that person. The power that Inuyasha held over him was incalculable. He was literally dying from the loss of his other half.
With his elbows on his knees, Sesshomaru dropped his head into his hands.
"What have I done? Where are you, my love?" Sesshomaru moaned with a fathomless heartache that nine years ago he would have denied had ever existed.
At that moment, his self-recriminations suddenly disappeared under the onslaught of stinging pain on the left side of his neck. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes and slapped at the bug that was taking advantage of his royal blood. Flattened, the offending flea floated down to land on his left knee before bloating into his natural demon form.
Green acid dripped from Sesshomaru�s right palm as he spoke in that flat tone of voice that promised certain death.
"Myoga, I am not in a very patient frame of mind. If you cannot tell me where my mate is, I will end your miserable existence."
"Master! But I can!" Myoga stuttered, staring at the acid and listening to it sizzle as it melted through the floor.
"Speak, flea!" More acid began pouring out of that dangerous clawed hand.

"Uh�um, Master," Myoga stuttered again while pointing nervously at the dangerous gas laden appendage. "Would you mind�putting that away?"
Until the flea had pointed it out, Sesshomaru hadn�t realized that he was continuing his threatening actions. The current topic was distressing and exciting at the same time, though one would never know by the angry yet stoic expression that he was giving his retainer.
Myoga breathed a sigh of relief as Sesshomaru ceased his threat.
"As I was saying," Myoga said, puffing out his chest with pride. "I have found your mate. However, he is unable to travel in his condition. Also, I was unable to convince him to come home."
Myoga paused to take a deep breath, at which point Sesshomaru interrupted and grabbed the flea between his thumb and forefinger, ready to squash the small flea if there were any more delays.
"Why is my mate unable to travel?"
The anger began seeping away under the more present concern over that fact that Inuyasha had been gravely injured, which wasn�t far from the truth.
Myoga winced and began trembling, which caused Sesshomaru even more concern.
"It was quite a mystery as his deterioration took place over such a long period of time."
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes as he began to suspect that the flea had known of Inuyasha�s location for years. Consequently, he came to the conclusion that this knowledge was the reason that he had not seen the flea since his brother had disappeared. Not that it hadn�t occurred to him before. He had simply ignored it. The flea did disappear occasionally for long periods of time and Sesshomaru had assumed that Myoga was searching for his mate. Now he wasn�t so sure.
The old flea began to wring his hands as he saw the knowledge begin to dawn in his Master�s expression.
"He was ill when he left. I assumed that it was the pregnancy," Sesshomaru growled.
"But�but�how did you know?"
"I would know when a child of mine has come into this world. You should know that," Sesshomaru hissed, his eyes narrowing even more. Sesshomaru�s eyes became unfocused as he thought back to the night when he began searching even harder for his missing family...

The stoic demon lord shot up in his bed. Wherever Inuyasha was, his mate needed him. No longer wanting to be denied, his inner demon roared forth, propelling Sesshomaru out of bed and into action. Dressing quickly, Sesshomaru took mental stock of what he needed to do to ensure the Western Lands thrive in his absence. Once the necessary arrangements were made, he made a stop at Kimi�s rooms. If his mate were in trouble, he would need medicinal herbs. Before he knocked on her door, she welcomed him inside.
"How can I help you, My Lord," Kimi, the castle healer, asked Sesshomaru.
"I am going after my mate. He is in trouble. I would like to procure some pain remedies, anti-infectives and bandages in case he needs them," Sesshomaru told her.
"If I may be so bold, My Lord, I do not think your mate needs medicine," the healer told him, not looking up from her workspace.
"And how would you know this, healer? Do you know where he is?" Sesshomaru questioned, anxious for any information on his mate�s whereabouts yet angry at the fact that she could have kept this knowledge from him.
"No, I don�t, My Lord, but I do know that what you felt most likely wasn�t an injury. When I saw your brother the night before he disappeared, I noticed that his aura was a darker shade of red than usual, almost purple. That has happened quite often with him, but only during certain times. I am almost positive your mate was with child when he left," Kimi finished.
With child? Inuyasha was pregnant? His mate left him with five young children and pregnant with a sixth? �But it makes sense,� a rough voice spoke inside his head. �You knew he smelled sweeter your last night together. It was part of what fueled your idiotic rage�the fact that he was pregnant again with what you thought was another demon�s child. Fool!�
"What the hell was he thinking?" Sesshomaru roared, wondering dimly if Inuyasha had lost his mind. �What was I thinking?�
"I don�t know, Lord Sesshomaru," she told him, handing him a bundle of potions and such. "I wish you luck."

Bringing himself back from those painful memories, Sesshomaru addressed Myoga. "Speak quickly, flea."
It did not matter if he died. Myoga had to get this particular information to Sesshomaru. There was no longer a choice.
"It was not the pregnancy. Once�" Myoga paused and reconsidered his phrasing, not wanting to give himself away more than he already had. "Once I had found your brother, I sucked his blood and he tasted weak. The power in his blood was waning, as was his health. I was so concerned, my Lord, and took a sample to a hanyou healer, Jinenji."
"I am familiar with him," Sesshomaru interjected. "What did he say?"
Myoga cleared his throat. What he had to say would not be easy; not for him and it would be difficult for Sesshomaru to hear.
"Inuyasha�s human blood has inherited the illness that killed his mother."
"His demon blood should repair that problem," Sesshomaru stated, confident that his mate would recover and return home, even if he had to tie him up and drag this brother through the brush.
"Not according to Jinenji. Normally, it kills a human in a matter of weeks. But Inuyasha�s demon blood is slowing the process. However, because it stops the production of blood, his demon blood is waning also. And�"
This was definitely going to be the most difficult news to relay and might get him killed.
"And what!?" Sesshomaru lost his patience and squashed the flea then waited until it had regained its normal girth.
"Inuyasha was also poisoned. The poison was injected at a crucial period in the growth of the disease and weakened him even further. The pregnancy had weakened him as well. But the poison attacked his blood, allowing the disease to get a better foothold."
Myoga just knew that he was about to die�a horrible death by acid that would turn him into nothing but a puddle of goo.
Sesshomaru could feel the knot growing in his stomach, the need to find his mate before it was too late.
"This poison, how did it manage to infect him while he was pregnant? Speak quickly�now!"
"Jinenji said that it came from a powerful youkai. He had never seen its like. However�" At this moment he began to shake almost uncontrollably. "It was an acid. A very, very powerful�acid, injected into a vital artery."
"I will kill the perpetrator!" Sesshomaru declared as he threw Myoga across the room and strode to the window, contemplating who in his household would be brave enough or so ignorant as to do such a thing.
"Why did Inuyasha not speak to me of this?" he rasped, grabbing the sill of the window and digging his claws through the wood.
"My Lord, I begged Inuyasha to inform me of who or what this thing was that had poisoned him, but he refused to tell me. Others made the attempt to no avail."
From Inuyasha�s silence, Myoga knew who it had to have been. Who else would Inuyasha protect? Certainly not a servant. Neither would he protect a random demon. There was only one person that could have done this. However, Myoga�s survival instincts prevented him from speaking. Sesshomaru would figure it out on his own. It didn�t take long and Myoga knew the moment that the realization hit his Master. �Devastation� could not even begin to describe the expression that chipped away at that cold mask.
"No," Sesshomaru barely whispered as he shook his head in denial. Again, he refused to believe it. "It is not possible. I would never�" he continued as he gazed at his hands in disbelief.
And then he remembered. He had grabbed Inuyasha by the neck right about the time his vision began to haze over with that crimson fog: the puncture wounds, the blood, and the glazed look in Inuyasha�s eyes. Sesshomaru�s belly sank, rolled, and burned while his chest felt as though it was caving in under an insurmountable pressure. Covering his mouth, he fell to his knees, much like Inuyasha had done as he had thrown the accusations at his mate.
Something occurred to him quite suddenly and he turned to Myoga with wide eyes.
"My child," he rasped, his throat constricted with the same guilt he had felt earlier, but now so much heavier and with the weight of fear to brand it into his very soul. "Did my child survive?"
"Fortunately, your blood saved him. Though it was very close. Both nearly died."
Myoga knew that some of this information might seem unnecessary, but the prideful Lord needed to understand the seriousness of what he had done. Sesshomaru�s father would have been very displeased and would have definitely shown it, and most violently. As it was, Myoga was the only one who could make Sesshomaru see the depth of damage that had been wrought on Inuyasha at Sesshomaru�s own hand. It was a difficult thing to do. It could destroy his Lord altogether, but he trusted in his Master�s strength to undo what had been done.
Sesshomaru remained sitting on his knees, his face buried in his hand. "Can he be cured?"
"No."

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