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Evolution
By : Macx
Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter List
- 1-Evolution
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 6
- 7
- 8
Inuyasha had carried his brother to the room next to the chamber
where Sango had given birth -- and died. The smell of blood was heavy in
the air and he grimaced at the stench. There was a lot of commotion in
the chamber and servants hurried back and forth, one carrying a large basket
with bloody linens and towels. Inuyasha steeled himself against the nauseating
tang and approached the door.
"Inuyasha."
The voice stopped him and he turned, looking at Aiko.
"How is she?"
"She died, hanyou. She has to recover."
"Will she be okay?"
The healer nodded. "Her mate?"
"Sesshoumaru is in the other room. He's unconscious."
Aiko nodded again. "Good. It will take time."
"What about the babies?"
The old woman smiled. "Alive. Sleeping. Now go to your own mate. He
needs you."
Inuyasha looked at the room where he could still hear busy moving around.
"Where is he?"
"In your room." She gave him a little push and Inuyasha glowered at
her.
For a woman who was so old, older than any human being he had ever met,
she was strong and resilient. Aiko had been with them for decades now,
taking care of hanyou and youkai and humans alike. She was their healer,
their friend. Sometimes he wondered if she was more. Kaede had been a miko,
a priestess, and she had reached a very old age, had died just last year.
Aiko... was more than a miko. She was a powerful healer and magic wielder,
and she hadn't really changed all that much ever since they had met her
so long ago.
"Inuyasha," she insisted.
"Going, going," he muttered and padded off toward the room he shared
with Miroku.
As he entered, he immediately caught the smell of blood, though it was
faint. It wasn't his mate's. There was also the distinct smell of cleaning
essences, slowly covering the blood, and when he walked toward the bathing
chamber, the enticing sight of his naked lover was the first he saw. Miroku
was hip deep in the tub, scrubbing his lower arms and hands. Sensing the
hanyou, Miroku turned and smiled tiredly at him.
"Hey."
"Hey."
The dark-haired human left the water and grabbed a towel, drying himself.
Inuyasha just waited, leaning against the wall, and when only the tousled,
damp hair was left to dry, he wrapped an arm around the slender waist,
pulling him in close. His lips brushed over the slightly stubbly jaw, then
met the other lips.
"Let's go to bed," Inuyasha whispered into his ear.
Miroku nodded and followed him to the large sleeping area, where both
men curled up with each other. Inuyasha took his mate into his arms and
felt him cuddle up more.
"Miroku?" he inquired.
Violet eyes closed tiredly.
Talk to me, he asked silently.
"Aiko had to turn the baby around...," MIroku said, voice low, almost
a whisper, but sensitive ears picked up every word. "I think something
tore inside Sango. I could see the life energy pour out of her in the same
waves as did the blood. She died, due to the sudden amount of blood loss."
Miroku curled more around his lover and Inuyasha held him close. It
must have been hard on the priest to watch his friend die in front of his
eyes. Miroku had cleaned up himself, but his hanyou nose could still smell
the blood on him.
"If it wouldn't be for their bond..." Miroku whispered
"They'll live, koishii."
"Yes. And their children, too, both of them."
"That's all that matters. All that's important."
A tired nod. Inuyasha stroked over the soft skin, let claws trace across
muscles, and he felt Miroku relax more. His lover had powers he could never
understand completely, but he knew that Miroku could detect an aura, a
life, and seeing it die... it was hard, even if that life was bound to
come back.
"Sleep," he whispered.
"I have to be back," Miroku argued, exhaustion in his every word.
"No, you don't. Sango is healing and she does so on her own. Aiko and
the servants are taking care of the babies, and Sesshoumaru, well, he'll
wake soon enough and he doesn't need your help."
Slightly dull violet eyes, barely able to stay open, met his sincere
gaze.
"I'll stay with you," Inuyasha whispered and kissed him gently. "Sleep."
And he did.
Sliding from exhaustion into sleep took little time and soon Inuyasha
detected the slow rise and fall of his chest. He smiled lovingly, finger-combing
the damp strands, then settled down to doze with his mate. The days to
come would probably have little sleep for them in store.

* * *

It took a day for Sango to recover completely. She woke once, exhausted,
safely ensconced in the arms of her husband, then she had slid off into
the healing sleep again. Sesshoumaru himself had, after waking up, moved
into the chamber where his wife lay, refusing to move from her side as
the Bond between them took care of matters. He was weaker than normal because
of the energy transfer, but not weak enough not to growl and snarl at whoever
he perceived as a threat.
It was throughout those hours that he first saw his children.
Aiko put the little bundles into Sesshoumaru's arms and he gazed down
into the faces of his son and daughter. His children. Huge blue eyes blinked
as the baby boy yawned lazily, little white-furred ears twitched in reflex,
fingers stretched, claws already recognizable. His daughter's golden eyes
regarded him curiously before she too contemplated the meaning of resting
between naps and fell asleep.
His children...
His children.
And Sango's.
Hanyou, both of them...
"Sesshou?"
The sleepy question alerted him to Sango's waking and and he turned
to her, still sitting on the bed with the babies in his arms. Her dark
eyes held a myriad of emotions as she looked at them and he placed them
gently, carefully, into her arms. Pale, the stress of giving birth still
written on her features, Sango�s gaze was on their off-spring. One finger
ran over the tiny white ears of her son and she smiled more, eyes glistening.
"He looks a bit like his uncle, don't you think?" she asked, voice teary.
Sesshoumaru had to agree. Except for the eyes. His daughter had inherited
the golden eyes while his son had human eyes. Blue, human eyes. His daughter
had no pointed ears, just round human ones.
"Welcome to this world," Sango whispered and placed a kiss on each tiny
head.
When she looked up, the youkai lord leaned forward and placed one on
her lips. "I love you, Sango."
Her smile was brilliant, her eyes lit up, and he mirrored it.
His family. His wife and children.
Sesshoumaru had never felt so proud or so strong ever before.//

Kagome was smiling and she knew it had to be one very dopey smile, too.
She loved happy endings and here it was a very happy one.
"Where are they now?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, they're both around. Ryushi lost his baby-blues and turned into
a spitting image of his mother, with dark eyes and Sango's hair. He turned
a lot of heads."
Inuyasha smirked and Kagome chuckled.
"Ryoko came more after her father's side. She kept her golden eyes and
she ended up with her father's hair color. She never married, but she's
in a relationship with another hanyou; has been for decades now. Both made
Sesshoumaru into a grandfather, and just lately he became a great-grandfather."
Kagome shook her head in renewed wonder. Youkai lived long; as did hanyou.
And they reproduced.
"I think Ryoko is currently in Northern Europe. She liked the wide plains
of Finland where there's nothing to disturb the peace and quiet. Ryushi
settled down in South America a few years back."
"All over the world, hm?"
�The world is a large place, but smaller than you think," Inuyasha told
her. "And we look for places where we can be what we are, where we have
freedom now and then. A few lucky hanyou find human mates and friends who
don't run scared. Mostly of the native people of the land. They don't find
it hard to accept the difference. Civilization calls us devils, demons
and abominations; they rarely judge us."
Kagome nodded. She understood that only too well.
"So what abou the others? Shippo and Rin?"
"Well, Shippo grew up, as did Rin. Actually, they grew up together,"
Inuyasha grinned mischievously. "And they grew close."
Kagome stared at him. No... he wouldn't imply... "They...?" she began.
"Yep. Sesshoumaru wasn't actually happy about it. I mean, hell, he was
always protective when it came to her and suddenly there was a man interested
in his little girl."
Amber eyes danced with mirth.
"He really gave Shippo a hard time."

//Shippo stepped into the large hall, determination clearly visible
on his face, showing in each measured step the young man made. He stood
tall and proud in front of Sesshoumaru, not doing so much as blink under
the icy glare of the youkai. But Sango could see he was nervous - probably
frightened to death.
"I'm asking for Rin's hand," the fox youkai simply said, and Sango felt
her heart sink.
She had feared something like that since she had watched Shippo grow
up, mature profoundly in front of her eyes. The young kitsune was now as
tall as Inuyasha and as slender as a whip - and he had set his eyes on
Rin, who had become a beautiful young woman. A very self-confident and
strong woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Sesshoumaru hadn't raised
her to be anyone's servant or toy. She could fight with words as well as
weapons, and her mind was sharp. It had to be, living like she had done,
seeing all the things she had, and Sesshoumaru had taken care of educating
his daughter thoroughly.
Rin -- Sesshoumaru's daughter, human and adopted, but still... his own.
And she had noticed the handsome young man, too. They had gotten close,
much to Sesshoumaru's growing misgiving. Knowing her husband quite well
Sango noticed the almost undetectable stiffening of his body language -
the youkai lord didn't like this, not a bit.
"No."
The answer was flat, matter-of-factly, and the second it was out Sango
knew Shippo wouldn't take it.
"Sesshou," she hissed.
And promptly it came...
"I won't take no for an answer, Sesshoumaru. It's not that I ask you
- I will marry her anyway - but you are important to Rin, and she wants
your blessing."
Sango groaned inwardly. Wrong choice of words, Shippo...
"What gives you the right to marry my daughter?" Sesshoumaru asked quietly.
"I love her. She loves me."
Not enough, Shipppo... not for a loving father. A loving and very protective
father, who happened to be the last real great youkai.
"That's not enough."
"Fluffy!" Sango used the hated nickname to get her husband's attention
but Sesshoumaru didn't react.
"What else do you need, Sesshoumaru?" Shippo asked calmly.
"If I give my daughter away it has to be to someone who is worthy of
her. Are you worthy, kitsune?"
Shippo's eyes flared at the implication, but his voice was even as he
asked. "How do you want me to proof my worth?"
Oh no... he wouldn't, would he?
"Agree to fight any opponent I choose. If you succeed, you may have
her."
"Sesshoumaru! No..."
But Shippo had already nodded.
Men! Sango shook her head. Men and their pride and their damn need to
prove how strong they were. Then again, well, she and Sesshoumaru had courted
in a very... uhm... violent manner, too.
"Good," Sesshoumaru stated, rising fluently. "Meet me on the courtyard
in one hour."
What?!
Sango scrambled to her feet, storming after her husband, leaving a very
bewildered and deeply shocked young kitsune behind.

Catching the tall figure inside one of the many rooms of the palace,
Sango grabbed him by an arm and stopped him.
"What the hell are you thinking, Sesshou? You can't do this to Shippo!"
"I just have," was the even reply.
"No way! You know very well he can't beat you!"
Calm, golden eyes regarded her and she hated that look. "He fought Naraku
when he wasn't much more than a child. If he really wants Rin he'll do
his best."
"Even if he does his best, he's no opponent to you, and you damn well
know that!" she snapped. "You've given the boy an impossible task."
Still those eyes looked at her. For the first time in all her married
years Sango had no idea what was going on in her husband's mind.
"Not impossible, Sango, only difficult."
And he turned to leave.
"Sesshoumaru... damn, I'm talking to you! Do you want to kill that boy?
Rin would never forgive you... Sesshoumaru!"
But he had simply left for the training court.
Sango stood where she was, fuming, mind racing. Sesshoumaru couldn't
think of really fighting Shippo... The youkai was way too strong for a
simple kitsune. Shippo might have grown up with battles, but there was
a limit. He had power, but not anywhere near Sesshoumaru.
It would be a massacre...

tbc...
- 6
- 7
- 8
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Evolution	By : Macx Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

Evolution