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Hanyou Wars	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 3735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don�t own anything but Takara and this particularly twisted plot.

AN: This story deals with issues of angst, slavery, child abuse, and rape (in a later chapter). If you are offended or uncomfortable with this material, do not proceed further.

Hanyou Wars

1. Little Boy Found

The child raced from the edge of the forest past the village�s fields, stopping only once he reached the small building in the center of town that had become something unique to this particular village over the past few years--a schoolhouse. Without so much as slowing down, he barged into the large space, stopping only when he reached the woman kneeling on the floor helping a six-year-old girl trace the characters that formed her name. �Okaa-san!�
The teacher looked up, surprised to see him there--he had been going hunting with his adopted father and the rest of the village men that morning, and she hadn�t expected him to return until a bit later in the afternoon. She looked at the child fondly. He had changed so much in the four years since they had completed their mission and returned to the village for the last time. He now stood more than waist-high to his teacher, although his rusty hair, brilliant green eyes and bushy fox tail remained unchanged. �What is it, Shippou?�
The little kitsune was shaking all over in excitement. �You have to come right away! There�s a boy in the forest--he�s hurt, and too big for me to carry.�
Smiling gently at her student, she dismissed the girl, grabbing the tattered yellow backpack that waited in a corner of the room before following her adopted son from the school she had helped build. They moved quickly into the forest, and it was only a short walk until they found the boy the fox child had spotted.
A quick glance told her a number of things about the child. Anger flared in her as she realized that these injuries weren�t the result of an accident--someone had beaten this child badly. He was almost painfully thin. Things that really caught her attention, though, were the small triangular ears poking up through the unkempt thatch of black hair covering his head.
This situation was well beyond her experience. Reaching down to the tiny silver whistle she wore on a long chain around her neck, she put it to her lips and blew three blasts. Although silent to her human ears, there was no doubt that it would be perfectly audible to her mate, wherever he might be in the forest around her.
Only a few moments later there was a rustling sound in the huge oak tree above them, and a very strange figure landed soundlessly on the mossy ground a few steps away. Realizing instantly that the woman was unhurt, he allowed a little irritation to creep into his voice. �What the hell was that for?! I thought you said you�d be using that thing only for emergencies.� He blinked in confusion. �Why aren�t you at the school?�
She shook her head. �Shippou came and got me. He said he found a boy hurt in the forest, and that I had to come right away. It�s a damn good thing he did--take a look for yourself.�
Although his acute sense of smell had already told him much of the story, he could hardly believe the evidence of his eyes. The child was examined briefly and with great efficiency, then hoisted up into powerful arms before being taken to the large home he had built

on the edge of the forest nearest the human village. There was, he decided, no point in rushing--the child, though badly hurt, was in no danger of dying. Whoever had done this had had some skill--they had not wanted to kill the boy, only to cause him a great deal of pain.
Amber eyes flashed momentarily red as he considered what kind of creature could have done such a thing--and what he would do to avenge it when the opportunity arose. It neither looked nor smelled like a youkai attack--no youkai would leave a hanyou alive if at all possible. There was a strong human scent attached to the boy, but he couldn�t be sure whether it was because he had been attacked by humans or had simply lived in close proximity with them.
As they walked along, he nodded slowly at the explanations. At least that explained why the kit had not returned with the wagon from the village. �Good job, pup,� he said. �Now, go and take the wagon to the hunting party, but stop and tell Sango and Miroku about what happened before you do.� As the kitsune raced on ahead, he turned to his mate. �They�ll want to know. Besides, the way they travel around getting rid of troublesome youkai it�s entirely possible that they may have heard or seen something that could give us a lead in investigating this.�
She nodded slowly. �Good. I was hoping that you weren�t going to just let this alone. Somebody did this to him--on purpose. How could they?!?�
He looked away slightly as he recognized the source of her anguish. When they had first been mated nearly five years ago he had begun construction on a large home for them and the family they would have. Despite trying on every possible opportunity, though, their family so far consisted only of the orphaned fox youkai kit they had adopted. The idea that someone would do such a thing to a child such as she wished so deeply for sickened him and filled him with the same kind of righteous indignation he had heard in her voice when she had announced her intentions to become his mate to her family far in the future. Her mother and younger brother had been okay with it, of course--they had always rather liked him--but that grandfather of hers�!
In any case, they arrived quickly at their home. Placing the child on a futon in the room next to Shippou�s, he went out to fetch some water. If nothing else, he could begin heating water to clean the wounds covering the boy�s body. As he busied himself with the mindless labor, his thoughts turned once again to his mate and the difficulties they had been having in trying to conceive a pup of their own. He was painfully aware each and every time she awoke in the darkness weeping over the loss of something she had never had. It had always bothered him when she cried, but this was infinitely worse--she was not crying for herself, but for their future immortality: unlike youkai, who could conceivably live almost indefinitely, humans insured their immortality through their pups.
He even knew what she was doing when she went back through the well to her own world every few weeks. He had no doubts that she did indeed visit her family in her own time, but he also detected a disturbing scent on her when she returned, a harsh, pungent, chemical smell that told him that she had been seeing one of the healers form her world. A secret visit with her mother had confirmed his suspicions. Upset over their inability to conceive, she had been seeing a series of fertility specialists. So far, all the reports were the same--she was in excellent health, with no abnormalities that would prevent her from conceiving or bearing a healthy child.
He was still considering the implications of what the woman had told him now, five days later. Unfortunately, he was left with only one conclusion: that the fault was somehow his. He had been secretly reading her textbooks for years, teaching himself a wide variety of subjects, and had recently developed a strong interest in biology. When he had found a reference to hybrids in one of her books, he had researched the subject more thoroughly. Although it seemed that hybrids tended to be stronger than either of the parent strains, it also seemed that they were frequently sterile, incapable of passing on those superior traits to a new generation.
Thinking of his mate�s reaction to the injured boy in the house, he finally made his decision--on her next journey to her world, he would accompany her, and do whatever was necessary to make sure that she had the family she desired.
His reflections were interrupted by the arrival of some old friends. The huge firecat youkai landed lightly in the open area near the front of the house, her passengers sliding down her sides with an assortment of pats and scratches in thanks for bringing them there so quickly. Once they had all dismounted, a ball of flame enveloped the huge creature, leaving a tiny, two-tailed kitten in its wake. The tall figure waiting for there looked at them fondly, although he would be eternally damned before he would ever admit it.
The woman only a couple of years older than his mate was, surprisingly, still wearing her fighting clothes, her hair tied up in a long tail at the top of her head. �It never occurred to me that you might be in the middle of something, Sango. Sorry about that.�
She dismissed the apology with a curt gesture. �No matter. The class can use the practice time.� Suddenly, swinging around, she smacked the man standing behind her who fell to the ground, his hand still reaching for her backside. �Hentai!� she snapped.
The tall, red-clad figure shook his head slowly, reaching down to assist the man who had become entangled in his monk�s robes. �When the hell are you going to cut that shit out? One of these days she�s going to kill you.�
�But I�ve changed my ways--now I only grope Sango.�
The tall hanyou shook his head, silver-white hair flowing around him. �I guess that�s kind of an improvement, but--� He shook himself slightly, beckoning the others to follow. �How much did Shippou tell you?�
The Buddhist monk shook his head slowly. �Not very much. Something about an injured boy in the forest.�
The other nodded, leading them to the room in which his mate had carefully removed most of the boy�s ragged clothing. Some of it had had to be cut away, as the fabric was stuck to old wounds. Taking the bowl of water, she carefully washed the excess blood from the child�s body, looking up at the gasps of surprise when the newest arrivals noticed the exact nature of the injured child.
She nodded absently, searching intently for any signs of infection. When she found none, she pulled long strips of cloth from her ever-present bag, wrapping them snugly around the most serious wounds. By far the worst were the deep cuts on the backs of his legs. �How on earth do you suppose these happened?� she murmured.
Her mate dropped to his knees behind her, wrapping her in his arms without impeding her movements. �They were no accident. He must have caused some trouble for whoever had him. They tried to lame him so that he couldn�t run off.�
�That�s not the worst of it.� Both turned expectant eyes to the monk. �Do you see those burns on his hands? There are more all over his body. Somebody used holy seals to do that--much like the ones I use to seal youkai in their graves.�
The woman tending the child�s injuries glanced back at the others. �Quiet down, everybody. He�s waking up.�
The boy slowly opened eyes colored a dull gold, taking in first the ceiling above him, then the woman who was still bandaging one of his hands, then--and his eyes widened in surprise at this--the silver-haired hanyou still holding her in his arms. As his wary eyes slowly took in the rest of the room, he noticed the two figures standing behind the others.
He went rigid, a piercing shriek coming from him.
While the others stared in shock, a rough growl silenced the screams. As Miroku stepped forward to chastise the older hanyou, the younger of the two women smiled up at him. �Relax, Miroku. It�s the natural inuyoukai language. He should understand it instinctively.�
*Pup!*
*Pack leader?* The whine still sounded insecure, but at least the screaming had stopped.
*Pack members. No danger.*
*Sorry.*
*Accepted.* The boy�s eyes flickered for a second, then he nodded slowly and started to relax. �She�s not one of them?�
�Who?�
�The ones who caught me? They dressed like her.�
Sango went suddenly pale. �It can�t be�.�
Her husband of three years stepped close to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her upright. �It must be. Who else would dress like you and use seals against him?�
The elder hanyou was growing impatient. �What the hell are you talking about?� he snarled.
Before they could answer, his mate shooed them all from the room. �Why don�t you talk about this outside? I want to finish up here.�
After they had gone, she finished the last of the bandaging. �You�re safe now. I don�t think anybody would dare to attack this house to get at you.�
The boy sniffed a little disdainfully. �I�m not the one you should be worrying about. They�d really like to get their hands on that other hanyou--the big one. He looks strong enough to last a long time. I bet some rich human woman would pay a lot for him to warm her bed.�
�Tell me what�s going on,� she said quietly.
�I don�t know too much. They caught me one night while I was sleeping in a cave in the mountains where I was living. I�d been smelling them around the area for a few days, but didn�t think anything of it--there are always humans traveling through there. I heard something in my cave, but they sealed me before I could move. It hurt,� he whispered.
�Do you know who they were?� By now she had the boy in her lap, and was stroking his hair as she rocked him back and forth.
�I never knew who they were. The two leaders dressed like that woman who was here before. They had others helping them--all human.�
�I don�t understand. What did they want from you? You�re just a young boy, after all.�
�I�m hanyou,� he said, spitting out the word like a curse. �That�s all they cared about. They�ve built up quite a business in recent years. As I understand it, they catch hanyou kids like me and sell them to be the toys of rich humans or important youkai.�
She shivered in a combination of disgust and righteous indignation. �If I leave you alone for a while, will you try to get some sleep? Even a hanyou needs to rest in order to heal. I�ll bring you a little food in a while--you look like you could probably use it.�
The child nodded warily, curling his battered body into a shivering ball in the middle of the futon. As the woman pulled a warm blanket up over him, his eyes opened again, now a sparkling amber shade, and he asked, �Who are you?�
She smiled, pausing on her way to the door. �My name is Kagome,� she said.
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