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Poison
By : Xakana
Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Disclaimer: I think it will be very clear very shortly that I am in no way the proprietor of this series, but if it�s not, then know that I don�t own the characters or the world. One day some world may be mine, but not this one.
Rating: NC-17

Genre: YAOI, angst, substance abuse

Codes: Mir/San, Mir/Sess
Notes: Sesshomaru�s side of chapter 7�
Poison Chapter 8
After Sesshomaru chased his brother�s people away, he felt immensely better. He decided his debt to them for not killing him when he was under the control of the shard was paid now and he would not tolerate them coming around again. That included Miroku. If he saw the monk again�
Sesshomaru looked over to see what Jaken was doing, suddenly needing to vent his frustration. But Jaken was helping Rin learn a new kanji and he hadn�t done anything lately to warrant Sesshomaru�s wrath, so the youkai looked away. Jaken served him faithfully, even when he whined that Sesshomaru was a cruel master. Despite his words, he never left and was the first to defend Sesshomaru against any who would slur him. Remembering this, Sesshomaru felt his irritation lessen somewhat. He watched Rin biting her lower lip in concentration as she tried to mimic what Jaken had shown her.
He stood and walked over, knowing it would make her nervous, but curious as to what she was writing. Houshi. Sesshomaru continued walking, unable to offer the praise the child deserved for the beautiful penmanship she was showing, because he couldn�t bear that word right then. Miroku�s face had immediately sprung to mind. He stopped a short distance away, considering what he would do next.
He had no clue as to where Naraku might be and while vengeance sounded like a very good way to relieve some stress, it was out of his grasp right now, at the very least.
�Sesshomaru-sama?� Rin called and he suppressed a sigh. He turned and faced the hated word, examining it for errors.
�Your first stroke is too high,� he criticized, seeing the only mistake in the otherwise perfect word. �But it is acceptable.� Rin looked down at the paper and the brush in her hand shook a little. �It is better than most adults would write it,� he added, quickly. He didn�t want her to regress due to his perfectionism. He had once made the mistake of only offering criticism and not pointing out what was correct and she had written the word�it had been neko at the time�over twenty times trying to correct two mistaken brush strokes that simply got worse each time. He had returned to her to find her hands stained with ink, Jaken trying to get her to stop and twenty sheets of wadded paper at her knees. All because she couldn�t make the strokes on the left side of the character turn correctly. When Sesshomaru had tried to praise the rest of the piece, she had said that it wasn�t good enough and he finally had to take her hand and trace the strokes with her before she was satisfied.
�Thank you!� she said, but still took out another sheet of paper. He watched her draw it this time and the first stroke was as perfect as the rest. She scrutinized it, her tongue peeking out from between her lips for a moment and he nodded to her when she turned to him. She beamed and carefully laid the paper to dry. He glared at her hair, seeing several tangles that showed him she hadn�t been taking good care of it and reached into his sleeve for a comb. He knelt behind her and gently attacked the worst of it, proud when she didn�t complain as he pulled at a knot, though it must have hurt. �Will houshi-sama not be coming back?�
�That remains to be seen,� Sesshomaru replied. He finally convinced the tangled strand to lay flat and he pulled out her side tail, brushing all her hair flat.
�Why was he acting so strangely?�
�He was sick.�
�I didn�t act like that. He seemed�� Rin clenched her teeth as Sesshomaru found another knot. �He seemed afraid of his friends. Do you think they will hurt him?� Sesshomaru gave her hair two more strokes with the comb and was satisfied. It was soft and shiny and he pulled it back into its customary style. Rin�s words had made him uncomfortable. He remembered Miroku�s words, �I came back smelling like you once and InuYasha was furious.�
�I do not know, Rin.�
�He was nice. I liked him. Did you not like him, my lord?� Rin looked into his face and Sesshomaru stood.
�That is a stupid question,� he answered irritably. He looked at her paper and the frustration came back ten fold. They could be traveling, but they had to wait for her ink to dry. It was his own fault, of course. The child didn�t need an education. It was probably better if she couldn�t read and write, in the long run. But he would not be accused of neglecting those that served him well. He could also simply disregard the paper as practice, but there was no real need to move quickly.
�I wanted to learn it to give it to houshi-sama,� Run explained. �I hope we see him again.� Sesshomaru looked down at Rin and frowned. She wasn�t smiling. She would usually smile for an annoyingly long time after completing such exemplary work, but now she was sad. �It is Miroku�s fault,� he thought. �His strange behavior has left her worried. � Sesshomaru went from irritated to angry.
He turned the comb on his own hair, which didn�t really need it, but it gave him something to do. By the time he finished, his hair was floating around him on the wind and he still needed to kill some time. So he sat down at took Rin�s pen and paper and drew in boredom. He didn�t bother paying attention to what he was drawing until Rin peeked down at it and pointed solemnly.
�So you did like him,� she said. Sesshomaru was confused until he focused on what he had just drawn. He was horrified at the childishness of the doodle, but it was very clearly Miroku. His traitorous hand had even labeled it. �Maru�� Rin read the longer name at the bottom of the page�what he had been writing when she interrupted him.
�Sesshomaru,� he said, using his claw to point to the appropriate parts of the beginning of his name. Rin looked at the pen in his hand and he handed it to her. She knelt by him and moved the small writing table over, grabbed another leaf of paper and quickly stroked his name down. She drew it several more times, then, when she was happy with it, she wrote in the corner:
Sesshomaru-sama

oyobi Rin

issho shikioriori
(Lord Sesshomaru

and Rin

together in every season)
Sesshomaru took the pen and wrote beside it:
flowers, rain, leaves, snow

gather, fall, collect anew

Rin, Sesshomaru
Rin stared at his haiku with her mouth open. She looked up at him and he glanced back down and gave her the barest of smiles. She stared at him as though another head had sprouted from his shoulder and he looked away. He peeked back down at her, but the same look of astonishment was there. He sighed. He had failed. As soon as the thought entered his mind, Rin�s face was split by a grin so wide he assumed it must hurt.
�There, you are smiling,� he said and stood. She proved that she could smile even wider, her eyes closing with joy and he felt better. Until she picked up the scrap paper to dry it. �Rin.�
�Yes, Sesshomaru-sama?� She asked, not stopping as she pinned the paper down to dry.
�That is a scrap,� he replied.
�No,� she said. His eyes widened. He didn�t think she had ever told him �no� like that before. �I want it.� She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He thought about telling her to gather the now dry paper from earlier, but decided against it. When he looked away, he saw her smile return and he abandoned the thought of leaving any time soon. Jaken and Rin ate lunch before the page was dry and Rin took the time to burn her practice sheets in the lunch fire. Finally, the page was dry and Sesshomaru began walking, trying another direction to search for Naraku.
The next day, Sesshomaru�s frustration was even worse. He didn�t give Rin any time to study, but began walking them hard in yet another direction. She finally grew tired and rode Ah-Un for the second half of the day. On the third day, Sesshomaru decided to do something about the frustration and left Rin with Jaken while he sought out an old friend.
Sesshomaru walked into the overgrown forest, completely oblivious to the blue-green moss creeping up the trees draped with emerald green vines and violet flowers or the way the sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting lace patterned shadows over everything. He had noticed it all before and even basked in the beauty at one time, but that was one hundred and twenty years ago�the same amount of time since he had seen the friend he was looking for. He didn�t even know if he would find what he was looking for, but he had to try. Finally, once he had spent almost three hours searching, he gave up and settled down by a clear pool of water. He gazed into the bottom, with its smooth stones of colors that nature had never painted upon them and brightly colored fish flitting to and fro.
�Sesshomaru?� He looked up, entranced by the melodic voice as always and wondered that he hadn�t caught the sweet scent of flowers before.
�Matsu,� he replied, letting his gaze travel up the body he had committed to memory over a century before.
�Ah, have you come here for that?� She asked, tilting her head to the side. A curtain of black hair slid off her shoulders to fall around her nude form�he had never known her to wear clothing�and pooled on the ground around her feet. Her sea-colored eyes met his and he smiled.
�If you will still give it so freely.�
�Only to you, my bishounen,� she said, turning away a little and letting her hair hide her body like black dress.
�I am not so young anymore,� he responded, leaning forward to rest his chin on the hand on his knee.
�As I see,� she said, kneeling in front of him. �Yet just as beautiful.�
�As are you,� Sesshomaru responded before taking the kiss she offered. When she pulled away, he was confused. He had felt almost nothing. She blinked at him and reached out a finger to trace his ear. He closed his eyes at the sensation, pleasure running through him. �At least that still works,� he thought. His eyes remained closed as he reached out to touch her body, sliding his hand over her ribs and up. He pulled his hand back�something had felt strange. He realized it was that she was female and he sighed.
�What bothers you, Sesshomaru?� she whispered, tracing her hands down his cheek stripes. �Am I not the one you truly desire?� He looked at her sideways and she laughed. �Still a man of few words��
�You have changed,� he said, trying to pretend that it was she, and not he, that was causing the difficulty.
�Not as much as you,� she said, kissing him again. �You�re colder than ever,� she whispered against his lips. �Yet there is a stench of humanity on your skin.� Sesshomaru stood with the comment and turned to leave. �Wait,� she said, almost desperately. �The company you keep is none of my concern, I apologize.�
�I did not come here to talk,� he pointed out.
�Then shall we skip the foreplay?� she asked. �I�ve never needed it.�
�How well I remember,� he said, releasing the tie on his armor. He pulled it out of his sash, let it fall to the ground and the mockery in her eyes vanished. She licked her lips in anticipation and he nearly put it back on. He suspected that she would enjoy this far more than he would, but he would not have a reputation for being unable to perform when he had initiated the encounter. He left his clothing on and she laughed a self-deprecating laugh.
�And how long has it been since I saw your body? Shall you deny me a look at it now that you�re grown?� He stepped behind her, ignoring the comments and pushed her hair to the side, licking the back of her neck. She arched against him, gasping. �Then you do still remember me,� she whispered, reaching behind to slide her hand in through the side of his hakama and run her fingertips along his hip. He shivered and was instantly ready to do this. He looked at her back and decided that from here, he could ignore that she was a woman, since it was obvious that his body craved another man�s, so he stayed behind her. It wasn�t strange to her, although she often had teased him about being a dog for his preference in position.
He pushed her down to the ground and ran his claws up and down her spine, tracing the ridge of bark that grew down it. She was a tree youkai, after all. So old that she had been the one he lost his virginity to, four hundred years ago, yet she hadn�t aged a day since. He couldn�t imagine how ancient she was, to be able to manifest a human form, even when he was the human equivalent of eight, which was when he met her. She was his mother�s friend originally, but beyond that, he knew nothing. He had seen her off and on until he had come of an age that he realized her attractiveness and actively began pursuing her.
Whenever he had a need, she had been available, over and over across centuries of time. This was the first time he had ever not wanted her and it disturbed him. He couldn�t let her know that, though, or his reputation would be ruined. She had no love for him, only desire and would not hesitate to strike him down if he proved weak. He would expect no less of any youkai woman he had taken to his bed. He felt strangely detached the entire time, but worked her body the way he knew she liked while relieving the pressure and tension within himself. In the end, though, it was just a release, and a small one at that. His body craved another and he wouldn�t be able to find full release in a woman any time soon, so he took what he came for and left.
�Even when not with what you crave, you are an amazing lover,� Matsu murmured from the ground where he left her.
�I do not know what you mean,� he said, trying to dissuade her from thinking he wanted a mortal. He would not be saddled with his father�s reputation. He was certain that she had scented Rin on him and assumed the worst. She wouldn�t be the first.
�I have lived for much longer than even your father, Sesshomaru,� she said, turning to him. �I know when a tree grows to bend in a new direction and when a dog is simply mating for dominance.� Sesshomaru stiffened.
�Why would I need to prove I am dominant to you?� he asked.
�You are the tree, Sesshomaru. You have bent in the winds and you take sun from the other side.�
�Do not speak to me in riddles,� he growled, hating when she did this.
�But do not speak the obvious, either,� she whispered. �Your contradictory nature has not changed I see. You detest humans, yet you smell as though you live with one. You feign to have no heart, but I hear it beat in your chest. You desire the flesh of another man, yet you return to me.� His eyes slid to her, curious to know how she had so easily discovered the truth. But she would no more tell him than he would ask.
�If I am the tree, then are you the bitch?� Sesshomaru asked. She laughed, a sound of true amusement this time.
�Oh, fear not, young lord. I am still beneath you, where I belong. I do not dream that my branches would survive your wrath were it turned against me.�
�You are just flattering me,� Sesshomaru sulked. �Or patronizing me.�
�And neither suits you,� she said. �Which is why I only spoke the truth. Will you kill me for it?�
�I have killed men for less,� he answered.
�Yes, but I am no man,� she concluded.
�I believe we have established that,� he said, wondering why he was staying to talk. He needed to return to Rin and Jaken, as unsatisfied as when he had left.
�How could anyone inspire your lust that did not crave you in return?� Matsu asked.
�It isn�t that,� Sesshomaru admitted. �He craves me perhaps more than I desire him.�
�Then why did you seek my bed? You are no longer a child who cannot control his libido.�
�He cannot survive me,� Sesshomaru admitted.
�He would not be the first to die for your bed,� Matsu said quietly. Sesshomaru turned on her, quietly angry.
�As you said, I am no longer a child who cannot control my libido.� With that, he departed her forest and her company for the final time. He returned to Rin and Jaken fairly quickly and began seeking Miroku. It was a great surprise to him when he saw that twin-tail that hated him so much flying at him and he braced for battle before he saw Miroku.
The human woman shoved him off the cat, a look of disgust on her face and he wondered if Miroku was being driven out of his brother�s pack. When Miroku looked up at him, he fought to control his face. He was covered in blood, from his eyes, nose and mouth. The sick smell of vomit was overpowered by the blood scent and he recognized death haunting the dark eyes. Miroku reached for him and he waited to see what he would do, uncertain if he needed to protect Miroku from the demon slayer or himself from them both. Then Miroku began throwing up blood and water until he was heaving with nothing left and he closed the distance, kneeling by the fallen young man.
�There is blood again,� Sesshomaru murmured. He turned his face into the youkai�s and fell back, and Sesshomaru wondered why he saw fear in the blue eyes. He felt his eye twitch and he turned to look at the demon exterminator. Anger rose within him, as he had become used to the lack of fear in the monk and it offended him that it was there now.
�He wants you,� she hissed and Sesshomaru�s eyes went wide. Then Miroku had told her what they had done? How much did she know? Should he kill her?
�I�m dying,� Miroku pleaded, shaking violently. Sesshomaru�s hand went to his shoulder, touching the bruise, but the tremors didn�t stop this time. The worry vanished. He knew what was happening now.
�You will die if I do what you�re asking,� he said. �I will not kill you.� Of course, he believed Miroku was going to die one way or another, but he would not allow the blame to fall on him along with the wrath of Miroku�s companions.
�What do you care?� Sango snapped. Sesshomaru turned to her. �You�ve been doing this to him� You�re the reason he�s like this.� Sesshomaru flinched. �He would not be the first to die for your bed.� Matsu�s words haunted him as surely as the young girl who had died trying to please him, when he had been young and inexperienced himself. He had been forced to kill her brothers and father, who came to him seeking vengeance and only found their death. It had been the day he realized that death was his only true talent and he took up the path of conquest, for him, the path of least resistance.
�You brought him here,� Sesshomaru pointed out. It was rather hypocritical of her to blame him for Miroku�s condition, yet bring the monk to him.
�Go, Sango,� Miroku begged. Sesshomaru looked down at him curiously. So, that was the girl�s name. And Miroku had said it with definite affection in his voice, even as he was asking her to leave.
�No,� she said. �If you�re going to kill yourself, then I�m going to be here while you die,� she said, falling to her knees and gripping his wrist. Miroku rolled his head away from her. Sesshomaru looked away. So, they were in love. He had no illusions of love for or from Miroku, but it still made him uncomfortable to have this knowledge.
�Please,� Miroku whispered. The plea was so desperate that Sesshomaru could no longer deny him. If he was going to die anyway, it may as well be in euphoria. So he leaned forward and slid his claws easily into the flesh, releasing the smallest amount of his poison that he could. Miroku�s eyes went wide and the light in them drained, becoming glassy and flat. Sesshomaru was certain that he had died until the lids closed slowly. The woman was shaking, holding the monk�s cloth-wrapped wrist in her hands. He could smell her tears on the air and it reminded him of the night Miroku had wept at his feet.
He sat down on his backside, looking down at the dark-clad figures in front of him and rested his hand on his leg, getting comfortable. He should leave them in peace, but he wanted to watch Miroku die as well. He seldom had anything left to watch when he killed and he never had the desire to watch anyway, but this death was important. It was history coldly repeating itself in even this life as it had in the last with his beautiful Miu. The main difference being that he had loved her, planned to take her as his wife. But she had been as fragile as a feather and he had broken her, killed her and watched her bleed to death in his arms.
He had almost been content to let her family have their revenge. He could not just roll over and die, however, and he had shut down his heart, let himself die inside while becoming stronger and greater than ever before. Now here he was, the Kimihyoukai, as he had been nicknamed by those who once knew him on his previous life�s path. The ice prince: a joke against his natures, against him. He hated the nickname and few dared utter it in his presence, but it stayed with him. It was a large reason for his century-long celibacy. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to find this kind of release and he didn�t want to lose it again.
So he waited with Sango for Miroku to awaken or die, silent and tired. At one point, she stood to get some water and cleaned Miroku�s face, which was a relief. The sight and smell of the blood and vomit was most displeasing. Time continued to pass until Rin stepped up next to him and he cursed inwardly at forgetting she had been near.
�What happened to Houshi-sama?� Rin whispered to him.
�Go back with Jaken,� Sesshomaru answered, and then became angry as he saw Jaken step from behind her. �Jaken,� he said dangerously.
�Come, Rin,� Jaken said, touching her arm. She looked between them, then down at Miroku and for a moment, he thought she would disobey him.
�Yes, Sesshomaru-sama,� Rin said, sounding sad. �Please let me know if Houshi-sama wakes up,� she said quietly as she turned. She took a few steps before she said the next, �And please don�t let him die.� Sesshomaru�s hand twitched, his fingers brushing against Tenseiga. A movement in front of him drew his attention to Sango, who was staring straight into his eyes.
�Are you going to save him?� she asked. Sesshomaru looked down at Miroku�s still form.
�I have not yet decided,� Sesshomaru answered. Sango looked back down at him. Sesshomaru�s eyes followed hers and they returned to their silence. Sesshomaru listened to the weak beating of Miroku�s heart as it struggled to keep him alive. �If I bring him back to life, will this all continue? Will he still be addicted to my poison? Will he be free, never return again? Do I want him to continue visiting me? Can the answer to all of those questions be �yes�?�
�Is he dead?� Sango�s soft question broke the stillness of the air and Sesshomaru�s concentration on Miroku�s heartbeat. But he listened and it was still there. Thu-thump, thu-thump, thump� it stopped. Sesshomaru leaned forward, listening, but the rhythm was gone. Miroku was dead. He closed his eyes against the sudden pain that coursed through him. He was about to say, �yes� when the stubborn thing slammed to life in Miroku�s chest. His eyes flew open and that same strange feeling that had filled him when he heard Rin�s heart beat again while he held her returned.
�No,� Sesshomaru said. �He will not die tonight,� he said with conviction. If that weak human heart failed again, he would sink Tenseiga into it. For now, though, he watched the sun begin to rise on the horizon, the sly bleeding light and color back into the world. He realized how late it was with a start and looked around. Sure enough, Rin was curled into a ball just far enough away that Sesshomaru couldn�t be angry and close enough for him to wake her at a moment�s notice. Jaken was sleeping against a tree, the staff of heads curled into the crook of his arm, sitting up.
He looked across Miroku�s body and realized that Sango�s head was nodding, then jerking back up as she tried to keep herself awake. Sesshomaru himself was fine, since he could stave off sleep for days at a time before he felt the effects. Eventually, Sango fell asleep bowed over Miroku�s body and the sun rose completely. Shortly after, Rin was awake and asking Jaken to help her find food. Jaken started to argue and Sesshomaru shot him a single glare that sent him scurrying off with the child.
Rin came back with food and walked up next to him, looking hopeful. He nodded and she sat down and began eating the fruits she had gathered. She offered him one and he shook his head, as always. Once she was finished eating, she leaned over Miroku and examined him for a while. Sesshomaru didn�t like the thought of her keeping a deathwatch as well, so he ordered her to study her kanji. She obeyed, shooting him a meaningful look that he took as a reminder that she had a gift for Miroku. She had already dried three good samples of her writing and was working on haiku with Jaken (much to the displeasure of Sesshomaru�s ears, he made a mental note to take over her study on that himself, Jaken�s poetry was horrid).
He finally had enough and ordered Rin to his side to correct several mistakes Jaken had made in his teachings. Jaken even listened in while he was speaking and asked questions with Rin. He was nowhere near as patient with Jaken as Rin, but since he had charged the imp with her education, he was ultimately responsible if he failed. Jaken had been a small warlord, not of noble birth, so his education was flawed and basic. It was enough for Rin at her current age, but Sesshomaru knew he would have to hire her a real tutor when she grew older.
�Did you just� recite� poetry?� a soft, abused voice whispered at his feet. Sesshomaru looked down at Miroku and frowned. He had been negligent in his deathwatch. He should have heard the mortal regain consciousness, especially with the obvious change in his breathing.
�Houshi-sama!� Rin called loudly and Sesshomaru ignored the ringing in his ear. Sango jerked awake and looked down, repeating Rin�s sentiment.
�Hello, Rin. Hello, Sango,� Miroku whispered, flinching at the loud greetings. He looked back at Sesshomaru. �So, was I hallucinating, or did I really hear you speak a haiku?�
�You were hallucinating,� Sesshomaru answered. Rin looked up at Sesshomaru disapprovingly.
�You shouldn�t tease a sick man, Sesshomaru-sama,� she said. �He was teaching me,� she informed Miroku. Miroku chuckled. �Oh! I have a gift for you!� Rin stood and ran to Ah-Un, opening her pack that she kept her best kanji in. She ran back, just as quickly, but holding a paper close to her body. She knelt back by him and handed it to him, suddenly looking shy. He looked at it and smiled widely.
�Thank you, Rin. It�s lovely,� Miroku said softly. Rin beamed at the praise. Sesshomaru stood up, thankful that he no longer had to remain in one place, waiting for Miroku to awaken. He was stiff, but refused to stretch out the kinks in his muscles in front of everyone, so he walked off on his own. �Where is he going?� Sesshomaru heard Miroku ask and flinched, knowing that Rin would answer.
�Probably to stretch and do his morning exercises,� she provided happily. Sesshomaru picked up his pace to get away from their chatter. His head hurt and he was tense and fidgety. He went through his morning routine probably faster than he should have, but he wanted to see if Miroku left or stayed. He hoped the demon slayer had gone and left him behind. He doubted that would be the case, but he could have hope.
When he returned it was to find that Miroku had gone with Sango. He was disappointed, but didn�t show it as he informed Rin that they were leaving and resumed the search for Naraku, yet again. All of this could be traced back to that damned tainted shard he had placed in Sesshomaru to confuse him into attacking InuYasha and his people. He couldn�t undo the damage with Miroku, but he could as least make Naraku pay.
Dearly.
To be continued�
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