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Servant Boy	By : drcomalfy Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 12552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6 recap:
Inuyasha and his sensei had been sparring... but in one wrong move, the hanyou prince had injured his wrist, the pain evident on his face as he held his ground despite having lost his sword. The teacher began to charge once more with intent to finish the fight, which had been the final straw that had held Sesshomaru in place.
In silent fury, the demon servant turned self-appointed protector practically flew over to the prince, grabbing the fallen sword along his way and blocking the teacher's finishing blow at nearly the last moment.
The clash, and who had blocked his final attack, seemed to take the teacher by surprise as he went rigid suddenly, not having sensed another in the dojo besides the prince and himself, before backing away cautiously the next moment. The instructor seemed to think on something momentarily before trying again to go for the prince from a different angle.
His attempt was unsuccessful, and a low growl and fierce look was the only outcome. Another silent moment passed in contemplation before the instructor once more tried to go for the prince, but this time with a different strategy in mind.
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed further, completely enraged that the other would still continue to threaten what he was obviously protecting after the first two defeats. And when the attack came yet again he blocked it just as easily as the others, but this time progressed with a dual attack on the teacher.
With a swift kick to the side of the geared sensei's head, Sesshomaru managed to knock off the protective mask as the velocity of his strike with his sword shattered the bamboo sword the other held. The power of the assault propelled both of them backwards to a safer locale in the dojo, Sesshomaru immediately recovering to stand defensively in front of Inuyasha once more as the teacher on the other side of the room remained on the floor, head down as he cradled it from the massive blow.
"Sesshomaru!" Inuyasha yelled, grabbing Sesshomaru by the elbow. His eyes widened in confusion when he saw the serious look the demon turned on him, a look that seemed to scold him for even being here to train... The hanyou shook his head clear. "What the hell was that for?"
Sesshomaru's face contorted at the underlying reprimand, his skin crawling with defensive anger, as his glare changed back to this so-called great sensei that had the nerve to...- The youkai froze; everything from his expression to his movements ceased, the shock so paralyzing that he nearly dropped the kendo sword he held in front of him.
"Sensei! Are you okay? Did he-" Inuyasha began to say, but trailed off the moment he heard Sesshomaru gravely whisper behind him.
"...Father?"
- - -
Chapter 7: Faith in the Reason
Inuyasha’s eyes were huge at the soft proclamation that Sesshomaru had uttered when his sensei had removed his mask in surrender.
Inuyasha’s mind strained to grasp the concept of coincidence. N-No way...
Just as he was about to question what his friend had said moments ago he found he couldn’t, not with the look Ru held.
He would not bring further anxiety to his friend now, he thought determinedly. With a resigned sigh he made a mental note instead to speak with him about it the coming day, and somewhat unwillingly decided the best course of action right now was to excuse himself for the night, leaving his sensei and... son... to speak privately.
“Sesshomaru,” his father said, trying to engage the young demon in conversation as the other refused to speak to him after the prince had left the dojo.
Sesshomaru walked passed his father as he readied to retire back to their barracks. His demon side easily, if not harshly, overriding the human servitude that had been instilled in him ever since he could remember. He was glad Inuyasha had left when he did; he’d rather not have the young master see him like this. See him for what he was... a demon that could become so icy, so frigid and unyielding when betrayal and protection came into play.
As he walked toward the exit of the dojo his father’s hand landed on his shoulder. Sesshomaru stiffened. Not out of fear or uncertainty, but out of anger. The audacity his father held after everything that had happened moments ago...
Without warning Sesshomaru pivoted sharply to the right, bringing his claws down in a swiping motion, claws sizzling.
The shot missed of course, as his father was by far more advanced in his fighting skills than he, but at least the action would warn the elder to not push things now. And with that he walked out of the dojo and back to the servant barracks without so much as a glance back.
- - -
The night had been quiet, and for all intents and purposes rather foreboding as well. Even in sleep, his son seemed to give off a rather... aggressive aura.
Inutaishou sighed, thankful that he woke before his pup and could get his morning chores done without the angry glower that was sure to follow the other around like a shadow for however long a duration he saw fit.
Filling up some buckets with water, the dog demon maneuvered himself into one of the more prominent dojos on the grounds, intent on cleaning it as fast as he could. While the job itself was for him and Sesshomaru to do, he wanted to get as much done so the pup would have a little time to himself to find it in his heart (which was deep, deep, deeeep down in there somewhere) to forgive him for whatever it was he was upset about.
Inutaishou stared at the job ahead of him, sighing once more and pulling out one of the mops to begin on the floor. Only when he heard the squeak of another mop did he turn around, wondering if his moody child had forgiven him.
Only to do a near double take at the being moping the floor on his hands and knees with a mere rag in his grip.
“What do you think you’re doing,” he blurted without thinking.
“What’s it look like? I’m helping clean.”
“Young master, you know there are servants for these very tasks,” Inutaishou held back his grin.
“What? You got a problem with me helping you out? I’m doing it of my own free will, ya know. Besides...” Inuyasha said, scratching the back of his head uncomfortably. “I remember you mentioning something about your son usually helping in the mornings with cleaning this place. And seeing as he’s not here for whatever reason...”
Ah, so that was why, Inutaishou thought, chuckling to himself as he continued to mop, letting the young lord do what he wished to. “Yes, he’s a bit... upset with me, I suppose.”
“Because of what happened last night?”
Inutaishou nodded as he continued to mop.
“I’m... well, I’ll admit, I’m a bit surprised... that Ru’s your son and all... I had no idea, though I guess I should have. He has your eyes after all,” Inuyasha mumbled, somewhat embarrassedly.
Inutaishou paused in his cleaning, fixing the child with a curious look. “Ru?”
Inuyasha turned a pretty shade of pink. “Uh- y-yeah, that’s- a nickname...”
The elder’s eyes twinkled at that briefly. “Yes, I... suppose I never mentioned that my son was your childhood friend from so long ago,” he went on to say offhandedly.
The hanyou’s eyes bulged as he abruptly stopped washing the floor. “What! You knew and you didn’t think to mention it at all since I met you!?” Inuyasha stood, rounding on the old, chuckling codger. Damn him and his old, mischievous ways!
“Had I you probably wouldn’t have stopped asking questions about him and then we’d have gotten no training done,” the demon admitted, fairly confident in his answer.
“Psh,” he grumbled to himself, choosing not to agree with the true statement. “But still...” Inuyasha started, pulling a face. “What I’m wondering, is why is Sesshomaru mad at you?”
Inutaishou gave him a strange look at that.
“What?! I mean, I suppose I can make assumptions and stuff, but... he seems to be taking it a bit harder than I am. And I’m told fairly often how explosive I can be when caught off guard about things. Ru’s always been the patient one between the two of us since I can remember,” he trailed off thoughtfully.
Inutaishou had to turn away from the boy, his body convulzing uncontrollably as the hanyou turned a worried gaze on him as he walked over and put a hand on the other’s shoulder carefully. “H-hey! Are you okay? What’s wrong! Is it that old battle wound acting up again-”
And before he knew it, Inuyasha witnessed his highly esteemed sensei bursting out in rumbling chuckles. Laughter so hard that he was sure to have sore lungs after the episode passed.
Inuyasha’s ears flattened against his skull as he blushed, wondering what the hell he had said that was so funny.
As the tongue curling laughter simmered down to a dull ache, Inutaishou finally quieted down before apologizing to the prince. “Patience and Sesshomaru aren’t words I’d ever imagined anyone using in the same sentence,” the elder supplied before touching his chin thoughtfully. “Unless someone said, ‘Sesshomaru and patience do not mix.’ Then maybe I could concede my previous statement,” he chuckled again. “And he has such a temper, too. One, I think, that may even rival that of yours.”
It was Inuyasha’s turn to start rolling his stomach in laughter.
“Man...,” the hanyou wheezed out, wiping a tear from his eye as his laughter melted away into a fond smile. “I don’t think anyone has a worse temper than me!” He said grinning from ear to ear.
“In any case... I suppose he is rather upset with me right now,” the elder man said softly, a sad sort of smile gracing his ruggedly handsome face. He began his chores again as they lapped into silence for a few moments.
“Is that why he’s not here right now helping you?” Inuyasha asked, starting up on his scrub down of the floor.
Inutaishou hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yes. I withheld the information from him, and for that he is angry. Rightfully so.”
Inuyasha frowned. “No,” he said. “No, it’s not right.”
“Young master?”
The young prince gave his sensei a pointed glare. “I told you not to call me that when we’re alone.”
“My apologizes... Inuyasha,” Inutaishou said, a grin slipping onto his face.
“It’s just... I don’t think Ru should get mad at you. I mean, you’re a great father from what I can see and he should know by now that whatever reason you had for not telling him about working with me was probably a damn well good one. And I bet he does know that, he’s probably just too stubborn to admit it just yet,” the half-demon said confidently, throwing a reassuring smile over his shoulder.
Inutaishou had by this time paused again in his work, staring in awe at the boy before him. My, how he’d grown into such a compassionate young man. He smiled fondly to himself before something nagged him in the back of his mind.
“You should watch your tongue, Inuyasha. That kind of language-”
“Lemme guess, ‘would get your back tanned if you were my son,’” Inuyasha laughed, turning around to stand up. When silence greeted him, he turned around apologetically. “Yeah, I know. Mother always gets on my as-“
Inutaishou gave him a reprimanding look that would make any parent committee proud.
“Heh, I mean, she grills me whenever I use foul language. I know it’s not proper and all but sometimes I don’t want to be like that all the time. It’s... it’s just too... exhausting,” he trailed off.
“Inuyasha...” Inutaishou made to take a step over to the boy when a loud yell from within the palace caught their attention.
“INUYASHAAAA!!!”
Inuyasha winced as the elder male blinked.
“Uhhh, whoopsie...” he said lamely.
“That was Takemaru-sama,” Inutaishou said, before his tone turned critical. “Are you skipping your lessons again?”
“Well, sorta,” Inuyasha gave an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to see if you were okay after last night before going... but I guess I lost track of time. Besides, that grumpy bastard only criticizes everything I do unless Mother’s around for him to suck up to.”
“Inuyasha.”
“Alright, alright. I’m goin’, I’m goin’.”
As he headed out the dojo, he paused at the door.
“By the way, sensei,” Inuaysha called. “Sesshomaru’s really lucky to have a dad like you. I mean, if you were my dad I’d think I would be the luckiest kid to have you as a father.”
The half-demon prince smiled sincerely and ran off, leaving a stupefied demon in his wake.
“Lucky...” Inutaishou said to himself, softly. “I don’t think he feels that way, young one.”
As he continued cleaning the floors, he failed to notice another enter the dojo.
“If that’s what you think, father, then you would be wrong,” came a voice from the opposite entrance that the hanyou went out.
Inutaishou snapped around, staring at his son, before his look of surprise melted into a warm smile again at the words he’d spoken.
“So, I take it you’ve forgiven your father?” he asked.
“I don’t have much choice. Inu- His majesty was correct in his assumption of me eventually realizing that you must have had a good reason for not saying anything about it,” Sesshomaru answered truthfully as he stepped forward to grab a mop and bucket.
“I see.”
They began work in silence, finishing the dojo chores fairly quickly with time to spare.
“Father,” Sesshomaru began.
Inutaishou held up a hand as they put the cleaning supplies away and sat on the floor.
“I know what you’re going to ask. And I suppose it’s high time I let you know how I came to train our young lord,” the elder inu sighed, looking up at the ceiling as his mind replayed the events that led to the hanyou’s bold demand that he train him.
“It all started the night of the New Moon during his majesty’s fifteenth year of life...”

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Author’s Note: Deepest apologies all, been a year about if not more since I’ve updated this. Been in a funk being jobless for as long so you can imagine. In any case, here’s an update, I know it’s short but it got what point I wanted to make across. Next chapter is outlined and I’m working on it! Hope you enjoyed.
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