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Dreams of Red	By : Saranwyn Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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InuYasha slowly became aware of the breeze on his face. Warm, gentle. The rustling of trees and grass. He inhaled – the forest, the animals…a demon nearby. S-Sesshoumaru? He thought weakly. His eyes snapped open and he turned. Pain seared through his shoulder. He was held to a tree by an arrow there. And beside him, sitting on a branch with a wide-eyed, curious stare, was a young girl. She appeared be about seven in human years, though her long, silvery hair and bright, gold eyes gave her away as a demon. On her head were perched two, white, puppy ears. What the…? He thought.
“You woke up,” the girl noted. “I’m Hisoka.”
“InuYasha,” the Hanyou introduced himself. “What are you doing here, Hisoka?”
“Okasama told me to wait by the well…but I smelled you and went to find you. Sometimes, Okasama comes home smelling like you.”
“What?” The girl smiled at him. “Look I really…don’t know you.” She looks and smells like Sesshoumaru. How long have I been asleep? Has he already taken a mate and had a child? That’s good…if he’s happy, now. But why would his mate ever be near me? No, maybe she’s his younger sister or something.
“That arrow…does it hurt?”
“Huh? Y-yeah…duh…” She reached out and grabbed it to pull it out. Before she could do that, however, it simply disintegrated in her hand. She lost her balance, toppling forward. InuYasha caught her as he, too, dropped to the ground, landing softly in the grass.
“Thank you, InuYasha!” she giggled.
“How old are you?”
“Fifty!”
“Look, Hisoka…you should get back to the well, or your mother will worry about you. Come on, I’ll walk with you.” Nearby, he could smell death. A fight had – or was in he process of – taking place. Which is of course why this girl was left alone. “Do you get left alone a lot?”
“Only when Okasama has to fight someone.”
“Is that a lot?”
“No, mostly people are too scared to fight Okasama…”
“Who is your mother?”
“Okasama is-!”
“Hisoka?!” a clearly anxious yet unmistakable voice rang out. InuYasha froze. Sesshoumaru stepped into view. A brief look of shock passed over his face, then it was gone, and he was perfectly unreadable. InuYasha swallowed hard. W-what is this? He… “Hisoka come here.” The girl ran to Sesshoumaru, flinging her arms around his waist.
“Welcome back, Okasama!” Wait…she’s calling him mother? How? I-is that even possible? Oh, Kami, look at him. This isn’t what I wanted for him. It’s all wrong. He’s so…cold and distant…I thought…I never thought it would be like this.
“I told you to wait by the well.”
“I know but…”
“But nothing. You will be disciplined according to your actions.” The girl’s puppy ears drooped and she hung her head.
“I’m sorry, Okasama.” She lifted up onto her toes and Sesshoumaru bent so she could lick the underside of his chin in apology. “I won’t do it again.” If he’s her mother…there’s no way…no, there’s no way I’ve been pinned fifty years and she’s…she’s mine…
“Sesshoumaru-!”
“That’s Lord Sesshoumaru, The Great Dog Demon, Lord of the West, to you, you filthy half-breed.”
“L-Lord Sesshoumaru…may I ask how long I’ve been sealed to the Tree of Ages?” he asked, taking a defensive step back.
“About fifty years.”
“Is she…Sesshoumaru, there’s no way that Hisoka is…is mine…is there?” he choked on the words multiple times, trying to get them out. The demon lord’s eyes narrowed.
“Despite your biological contribution to her existence, InuYasha, Hisoka is in no way yours,” he spat out. InuYasha cringed. Oh, Kami, this is not how I wanted things to turn out. He’s so much older…so much sterner. He’s not at all the excitable teen I knew. He’s all grown up and bitter. Because of me? Kami, because of me! What do I do? What can I do? It’s too late, now. He lowered his eyes.
“I’m sorry…” he murmured, taking another step back.
“Sorry? Now you’re sorry?” Sesshoumaru drawled, his voice holding none of the anger of his words. “How amusing.” The Hanyou swallowed hard, his head bowing, his fists clenching.
“I didn’t know…it would be like this.” Then, unable to take any more of his ex-lover’s dispassionate stare, he turned and fled. To hide the despair in his heart, Sesshoumaru painted a careful sneer on his face as he stared at InuYasha’s retreating back for a second time in his life. Then, resuming an impassive face, he turned to his daughter.
“What were you doing anywhere near him?” he growled.
“I smelled him, and I thought sometimes Okasama smells like him, so I thought…I thought I should go meet him…if he was a friend of Okasama.”
“I told you to stay by the well. Do you realize how worried I was about you? Even if I could smell you were safe…” he trailed off into a long, deep sigh and turned to walk away. “Come on.” He inhaled deeply and smelled salt. “Hisoka…don’t cry.” She blinked.
“B-but I made you upset,” she explained. He bent and scooped her up, cradling her against his chest as he licked away her tears.
“I love you, my dear. So please don’t cry, anymore.” She nodded and buried her face in his shoulder. “Besides, you are Princess of the West, you must guard your tears and keep them secret except from a special few.” He felt her nod, again. “Good, my dear.” They got back to the well, and he set her down. Suddenly, another scent caught his nose. Almost like InuYasha…but something was off about it.
“Okasama…what’s wrong?” Hisoka asked.
“Get behind me, Hisoka. I’m not sure what it is, yet.” He turned to find himself facing someone who appeared to be InuYasha. His eyes narrowed. “Who are you and what do you want?”
“What do you mean, who am I? I-it’s me. InuYasha. I came…” The imposter hung his head, now. “I came to apologize. All these years…” Before he could finish, Sesshoumaru had lashed out with his Whip of Light. The imposter dodged…but too slow.
“You’re not InuYasha – I can smell the difference – so why don’t you try the truth this time?” The body morphed into that of another demon. Sesshoumaru frowned and took in the new scent. Make that a half-demon. He had long, coal-black hair and narrow, ruby eyes, and he smelled absolutely repulsive. A wicked sneer distorted his features.
“I am Naraku, it’s a pleasure to meet you at last Lord Sesshoumaru.” He gave a mock bow. “But I’m afraid we aren’t going to get along.” With that, tentacles exploded from his back and raced towards Sesshoumaru. Snarling, the demon lord slashed at them, severing them completely, and leapt at his opponent. He had only made it halfway to Naraku when a shriek stopped him and he spun. The ends of the tentacles, even disembodied, were moving and now grabbing Hisoka. Instantly, he changed his plan, lunging for his daughter. Panic welled up in his chest. Hisoka! Hisoka Hisoka HisokaHisokaHisoka! Before he could reach her, though, the tentacles had returned to the half demon, who, with a sneer, was gone just like that. It had ended as abruptly as it had started. Sesshoumaru’s heart froze. Then, he was all fury. Who dared touch his daughter?! Determined, he took off after the fading scent of Naraku.

Naraku sat in his palace. The girl was locked up in the dungeon, probably crying and in a state of shock. He didn’t really care. She was, after all, only a lure to get InuYasha. And by the way InuYasha had faltered, last fight, when he’d assumed Sesshoumaru’s form, the boy would definitely come for the child – which might be his – of the man he loved. Now it was just a matter of waiting. He was fairly confident that the very angry demon lord wouldn’t be able to find him – and even if he did, there was little he could do while Naraku held his daughter. I hold all the cards, he thought, immensely satisfied with his cunning.
Meanwhile, a certain demon lord came upon the palace. Crossing through Naraku’s barrier had been nothing for him. Tucking his aura deeper into himself to keep from being detected, he came closer. There seemed to be only one guard at the gate – a woman demon with her black hair pulled into a bun. In her hand, she held a fan. She saw Sesshoumaru and approached him. The Great Dog Demon moved his hand to kill her, but she stopped him by falling to her knees.
“Please…Lord Sesshoumaru. Do not kill me. I will tell no one of your presence.” Silence. “I am Kagura. Naraku imprisons me against my will. I long only to be free of that scum.” Sesshoumaru nodded slowly.
“Alright then, Kagura. I will let you live. If you want to help, you may tell me where the dungeons are.”
“Are you not going to confront Naraku himself?”
“I cannot kill him while he holds my daughter. He would certainly use her as leverage.” Sesshoumaru offered her a thin smile. “After I have my daughter in my hands, I will take great pleasure in tearing that man’s heart out and crushing it in my fingers.” She nodded.
“Come. This way.” Warily, the InuYoukai followed her down to the dungeon, breathing a sigh of relief when he caught scent of his daughter. Quickening his steps, he hurried to her cell and grabbed the bars. The girl was huddled in the corner, her head down, her knees tucked up, her arms wrapped around her, but she seemed unhurt.
“Hisoka,” he called gently, breathing a sigh of relief. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped up, running to him.
“Okasama!” she cried. He held a finger to his lips and she clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in fear. “You came to get me,” she whispered after they were sure no one was coming.
“Yes, my love. Of course I did.” He turned to Kagura. “Do you have the keys?” The she-demon shook her head.
“He doesn’t trust me that much. In fact, I must go or my absence will be noticed.” He nodded and she hurried off. Sesshoumaru turned back to the bars, shrugged and grabbed. His poison seeped out from beneath his nails, eating the bar away until there was nothing but a stump left. Hisoka slipped through the gap in the bars and hugged him tightly. He lifted her up, hugging her tightly.
“What do we do now?” the little girl whispered. “Are we going to get the guy that took me?” Her father shook his head. “Not now.” He was more concerned about getting his daughter to safety, first.
“Come on.” Stealthily, he made his way back up the stairs. However, just as he was about to leave, he caught another scent. InuYasha…Mystified, he made his way towards it until he came to a door. Pressing himself against the wall, he listened to the voices inside.
“I’ve come to make a deal,” InuYasha declared. What? “Leave Lord Sesshoumaru and his daughter alone – for life – and I will turn myself over to you. I’ll do whatever you want.” Sesshoumaru froze, shocked, his eyes wide.
“…Is that so? And why would you do that, InuYasha? You’ve always been self serving,” Naraku sneered elegantly.
“Because I love him. Look, think about it. You get what you want – me – and I get what I want – a guarantee of his and his daughter’s safety.” Loves me? No…if he loved me he would never have left…
“You love him? Then tell me. Why did you yank out his heart and crush it into the dust?” the evil Hanyou taunted. InuYasha took a deep, controlled breath, forcing down the pain, and went along with it. The only way he would get Sesshoumaru and his daughter out of this situation with Naraku was to cooperate fully.
“I-I didn’t know it would be like this,” he admitted bitterly. “I thought what he had for me was…curiosity and rebelliousness and…and a marvel at the novelty of it. And once the newness of it wore off he would be left with nothing but a broken dreams, a shattered reputation…and a worthless Hanyou. People were talking poorly about him – they might not have let him rule or something. I…I thought it was best…for him. I thought he would just go on and be happy. Honestly, walking away from him was the hardest thing I’d ever done.” Sesshoumaru’s chest clenched painfully. He thought…he did that…f-for me? Why would he think that? I loved him. I told him I loved him? Couldn’t he see that nothing else mattered? “If I told him that, though, he’d have just laughed it off and told me nothing else mattered. But that’s not true. His future mattered. The way his whole face would like up when he talked about his duty to his people…it was his passion…and I couldn’t take that away from him…I just realized it all too late.”
“That is just sad. So the little girl is yours, lover boy?”
“I have no right to her. She is his.”
“Hm. How noble. Well, alright then. I accept your offer, InuYasha. Escort yourself to my dungeon to wait for me to finish dinner and be ready,” he paused for a lewd chuckle. “For dessert.” InuYasha went to the door and opened it.
“Yes, sir.” He shut the door and before he could move onwards, Sesshoumaru had glided forward and clamped a hand around his throat. He squeezed until he felt the body go slack. Shifting Hisoka into one arm, he scooped up InuYasha with the other and tossed him over his shoulder. Then, he ran off, hoping to slip away before he was noticed. There’s a remarkable lack of guards around here, he noted idly. Of course, I doubt he has many people he can trust. That Kagura woman said he bound her, somehow – I suppose it makes sense then that he doesn’t have any guards. Does that mean he really relies on that barrier, all the time? Once outside the barrier, he surrounded them in his Ki and put as much distance between him and the palace as he could. Now, InuYasha…now you will finally give me answers…
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