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Dreams of Red	By : Saranwyn Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5877 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hisoka grew fast. Sesshoumaru, to stay out of the public eye during the nursing period, went to live in an estate on the seaside. The infant, like most demon children, nursed for about a year before she was completely weaned and eating meat. Like her father and “mother” she had bright, gold eyes. On her forehead was the blue crescent her father had, but none of his other markings. Even after her year of nursing was up, Sesshoumaru stayed at the beach with her, their only company being Aiko, who had come to attend him. In fact, he stayed for ten years, until the girl could walk and talk. His mother came to visit him often enough, but for a demon, ten years wasn’t all that long.
On a warm, summer day in the tenth year, the demon prince returned, his daughter in tow. At the council meeting, he announced he’d adopted the child as his own. And after that, she was constantly by his side. She didn’t seem to mind staying in his office, drawing for hours on end while he did work. Nor did she mind sitting quietly in his lap or at his feet when he was at meetings. Within a few days of her arrival, it became obvious that the demon prince would not tolerate anyone even looking at her the wrong way.
Also, over when he returned, he had become even more sealed off to the rest of the world. Those that used to be able to read him were now completely clueless to what he was thinking or how he was feeling. He was cold and distant to everyone – except in those rare moments alone with his daughter, away from prying eyes. He even went as far as to tell his daughter to call him “Lord Sesshoumaru” in public.
“Okasama,” she whispered one night, as they lay curled up in bed. (A/N: yes, she calls him mother because he was the uke – if Sesshoumaru had stayed with Inu, she’d have called him Otosan, father.)
“Yes, Hisoka?” he replied, keeping his eyes shut. Her small hand found his bare chest and pawed at it thoughtfully.
“Are you sad here?”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know…you just…seem sad.”
“I’m fine, my sweet.” He kissed her forehead. “Thank you for your concern.”
“…Do I have a daddy?” He opened his eyes, now. “That girl – Aiko-san has two parents. I only have one…why?”
“You only have one, because we don’t need another,” Sesshoumaru replied at length.
“Why do you sometimes cry at night…after you think I go to sleep? It happens more at this place than it did the other one.”
“I’m sorry, dear.” He offered her a small smile.
“I don’t like it here…this place makes Okasama sad.”
“Shhh…no, it doesn’t. This is our home. When you get a little older, we’ll go out more. Don’t worry.” She nodded and buried her face into his chest, her eyelashes tickling him as they fluttered shut. He combed his fingers through her smooth, silvery hair, closing his eyes to signal the conversation was over, and she was to go to sleep. It already brushed the middle of her back, curling just a little at the ends.
“I love you,” the little girl whispered.
“I love you, too,” Sesshoumaru replied just as softly. He waited for a long time before opening his eyes. He kissed the tip of one of her white, puppy-like ears. When she didn’t giggle as she was prone to do when he kissed her there, he deemed her asleep and continued to shower her head and ears with adoring kisses. I love you so much, so please…please don’t leave me, he prayed silently. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and froze. Why are you getting choked up like this, Sesshoumaru? It’s been ten years – more than ten years – you’ve gotten over it. So why…lying here to do you feel so despondent? A soft, warm tongue ran up his cheek, gathering up the tear.
“Okosama,” Hisoka sighed softly. “Do you miss my daddy?” Sesshoumaru swallowed hard and then looked down at her.
“Yes, my dear. I miss him.” And that was the truth. The first time he’d been honest about InuYasha. He missed him so much it was unbearable. He missed the InuYasha he remembered. The warm, smiling, open, wild, bold, brilliant InuYasha he’d spent five months following around the countryside. He missed his laugh – even if it was too loud sometimes – and his eyes and his loving embrace and his teasing remarks. Stop this Sesshoumaru, he lectured himself. He’s gone. He left you. He betrayed you. After all that. So stop crying over him! But still the tears came.
“What happened to him? Where is he?”
“…He’s gone.” The InuYasha I knew does not exist. The man once knew – Kami this is ridiculous.
“Gone?”
“Yes…I don’t even know if he ever really existed.” Hisoka nodded wisely, not understanding at all what her “mother” meant. She continued to lick as Sesshoumaru’s cheeks until he stopped crying. Then, nuzzling under his chin affectionately, she fell asleep. Sesshoumaru smiled weakly. At least I have you, Hisoka…my Hisoka.

“Hisoka-chan,” Lady Suzumi murmured. “Why are you not with my son, today?” The girl was sitting by herself in the garden dutifully studying. Normally, Sesshoumaru was there teaching her, this time of day, but today she was alone.
“Lady Suzumi!” the girl chirped, looking up. “Okosama said he was going for a walk, today and wanted me to stay home and study…I wish he let me come with him, like usual.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
“No.” She stared back down at the page. “Um…can you tell me what this word means? I don’t understand it…” Suzumi nodded and bent to help the girl. He raises her so strictly. So much studying and training. Still, I suppose it was the same way with him, and it will help her grow strong and disciplined…I hope. Now, if I only knew where Sesshoumaru was…
The demon prince – soon to be Lord of the West – was standing in front of the Tree of Ages, his face stony. He took a step forward and grabbed the arrow. I want answers. I want to know why? Did he really just want to be able to say he got my first time? No one goes through everything he went through just for that. And no one’s that good of an actor, dammit. He had to have actually…there had to be some reason…He pulled on the arrow, but it didn’t budge.
“You idiot,” he growled at the Hanyou pinned to the tree. “You’re not allowed to just go getting yourself sealed, like this! I need answers!” Silence. He pulled, again. “Wake up!” Nothing. Sighing, he gave up, letting his hand drop. He jumped up onto a branch and settled down on it, glancing sideways at his former lover. “I hate you. But I love Hisoka. Did you even consider that I might get pregnant? Probably not – you probably didn’t know I could. She’s amazing…she has your ears…” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “When you left me…it crushed me. But…you know they say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And I didn’t die…I thought I would, sometimes. I don’t know if it’s possible, to die of grief…of loneliness…of anger and sorrow and loss, but if it were possible…I had to be pretty close. Some days, it was only Hisoka that kept me alive.” He glared at the Hanyou, again. “Wake up! You idiot!”
He didn’t really know why he wanted InuYasha to wake up. Most of him thought he would like to beat submission into the jerk that did this to him. He wanted to be the one to kill him…nice and slow. But he couldn’t – not while he was like this. Another part of him wanted answers. For some reason, he could never wrap his head around what had happened that night. It was all too sudden, too extreme a change. Had he really just been tricked so thoroughly? He was a politician, he was more shrewd than that, right? What he did not know was that for all the pain and heartbreak, he could not stop loving InuYasha. He hated him enough to want to kill him. But he loved him, too. What Sesshoumaru did not know was that he wanted more than anything, still, for InuYasha to open his eyes, burst out into tears, and tell him it was all a mistake.
“Eleven years ago…exactly…to this day…” Sesshoumaru continued, his voice much lower. “You tore my heart out. Would stabbing you do any good, right now?” He scoffed and shook his head. “No. It wouldn’t hurt you. You wouldn’t bleed. I’d pull my sword out of you, and you’d be fine. You wouldn’t scream…nothing would happen. No matter what I do, I can’t reach you, now. Hit you, scream at you, kiss you…I could do anything to you and you wouldn’t react or even know what was happening.” Suddenly, he caught a scent and stood up, his eyes narrowing. It was a demon – no, a half demon – and it was coming closer. Swiftly, he hid himself, moving upwind and tucking his aura into himself so the newcomer wouldn’t sense him. Said newcomer was dressed in a white pelt with a baboon mask. He came forward and looked around before turning to InuYasha.
“Hah, InuYasha. I’m surprised at you. You talk such a big game, but even after all this time, you couldn’t free yourself. All it took…for me to beat you…I wonder if he knows…how much it broke your heart to hurt him. Do you think he would still value the love of a worthless Hanyou – after all he is the Prince of the West. Assuming his form was a stab in the dark but you fell so quickly after that. You couldn’t even bring yourself to hit me when you knew it was just an illusion…pathetic. But alas, InuYasha…it doesn’t feel like enough. I keep wishing you’d free yourself so that I could truly break you. I want to break you so completely that you wouldn’t even recognize the man you loved all this time. I will do it. You have my word.”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed. What was this Hanyou talking about? Had he seriously come just to gloat? And what did he mean it broke InuYasha’s heart? And assuming his form? Was he a shape-shifter? And he was the one that did this to InuYasha. Sesshoumaru stepped into view, his eyes narrowed with wrath.
“You’re Naraku?” he asked icily. The half demon spun.
“Lord Sesshoumaru – it is a pleasure.” Before he could get any more out, Sesshoumaru lashed at him with his whip of light. Naraku dodged. “Is that how you treat all your subjects, My Lord?” The prince, not one much for talking, just attacked again. Frowning, Naraku shifted, suddenly looking like InuYasha. Sesshoumaru scoffed and attacked with renewed vigor. Seeing this clearly wasn’t working and he wasn’t about to win against the pissed-off demon lord, Naraku fled, disappearing before Sesshoumaru could kill him.
“Well…” he muttered. “I suppose that’s that.” Casting a final glance back at InuYasha, he turned and headed back home. Hisoka ran to greet him as he came through the gates.
“Welcome home, Lord Sesshoumaru,” she chirped. “I studied, just like you told me to!”
“Very good, Hisoka,” he praised, bending to kiss her head, provoking a giggle from her. She seized his hand.
“I picked you some flowers and put them in your room. Want to see?”
“Alright. Calm down. I’m coming.” The prince let her lead him off through the halls back to his room, where she had collected a large bouquet of flowers from the garden and put them in a vase by the bed. He smiled. “Thank you, Hisoka. That was sweet of you.”
“Next time, will you take me with you, Okasama?”
“Yes…yes, I will.”
“Where did you go?”
“To visit someone.”
“A friend?”
“…No. No just a man I once knew.”
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