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Sedition	By : BlackberryPatch Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Series Note: Fifth in a series. Previous stories in series are: Inglorious, Fraternal, Camaraderie, and Devotion.

WARNINGS: the series' usual: explicit yaoi, incest, language, violence.

Notes:

1)I’m not paying that much attention to time periods, but I realized after I'd planned this story out that the original series is supposed to be set approximately 1558 because they use rifles (which are introduced to Japan by the Portuguese about 1542). According to my own personal time line, the well spans a time period of exactly 500 years, taking Kagome from 1996 (when the manga started) initially to 1496. I place “Camaraderie” and the death of Naraku about 1500, and thus this story approximately 1506.

2) On a similar note, I've heard that, despite Takahashi’s reticence on the subject, evidence points to the fact that the “Western Lands” are supposed to be in China. While I agree for the most part with what people who think that say, with the way this series has been set up (and the way I want it to go in the future) I’m going to say definitively that for this story the Western Lands refers to an area of Japan.

3) You can download a PDF version of this story at my website.

“Sedition”
1 - Return

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Inuyasha woke suddenly, the night still dark and shadowed around him. The air was warm with the last remnants of summer, but the place beside him was empty and chill. He sat up slowly and heard again the sound that had roused him – the soft whisper of the night air against a sword blade. He rose, glancing over at Rin's sleeping form curled against the shadowy bulk of Aa-Un, and slipped past the remains of the fire, past the tangle of twisted trees that grew around their night's camp, and to the open grassland just beyond.
The moon was a full circle low in the sky. Its bright light painted over the landscape, falling in a silver wash over the twisting figure of Sesshomaru. The demon was barefoot and stripped to the waist, the light glinting off the flashing length of Tenseiga as the sword flickered through the fluid moves of the kata. His long hair flowed around his body as he turned, the only sound in the night the air reverberating against the slender length of the sword as it moved through the forms.
Inuyasha crouched in the grass, elbows on knees as he watched. The beauty of the scene took his breath away. It was not long before his brother paused, Tenseiga held in a stiff high guard. He held the pose for a long moment and Inuyasha rose from his crouch to pull Tetsusaiga from where it rested at his side; he lifted the sword and flung it to his brother wordlessly. Turning with a smooth motion, Sesshomaru caught the sword easily by the hilt and continued with the kata, both swords moving in quick, sharp patterns with a symmetry that was only heightened by the deep connection between the swordsman and his weapons.
Inuyasha waited until his brother was finished before he spoke. "It's been awhile since I've seen you do that."
Sesshomaru did not respond at first, only turning to him and holding out the Tetsusaiga. But when Inuyasha stepped closer and grasped the hilt the demon murmured, "It has been awhile since I felt the need."
Inuyasha looked up at him, but Sesshomaru was looking east with a thoughtful expression on his face. After a journey only slightly more hurried than the one out, they were close now to their destination; to home. They had been gone just over five years, Inuyasha reckoned. It wasn't such a long time – though long enough, as he was reminded every time he looked at Rin. Inuyasha waited for Sesshomaru to speak, with a patience that still felt foreign to him but which seemed to have developed as a survival mechanism when dealing with his brother. The demon turned away from his eastern watch and looked down at Inuyasha. "I am... uneasy. We have not been gone long, but I feel the echo of something dark reaching out to me. The closer we come, the stronger I feel it."
The half demon looked up into golden eyes, apprehension filling him as well. "Dark echo?" He frowned. "Could it be from Naraku?"
Sesshomaru shrugged. "It is possible."
His tone implied he thought that unlikely, and Inuyasha wasn't about to argue the point. "If we skip the Russian detour we're only a week away. Maybe less, if we push it." Sesshomaru nodded and Inuyasha felt the incredulity rise in him. "You're really worried," he murmured.
His brother turned to glare at him, but sighed. "The more I think on it the more I feel that I was... unwise to leave. I have certain obligations. To turn away from them was... childish."
Inuyasha let golden eyes settle heavily on his brother. "Yeah, you're just the king of self-indulgence." Sesshomaru's glare was back full force and Inuyasha smirked, his own expression softening first as he reached out to touch the side of his brother's face. "I know you didn't mean to imply that you regret our trip and all the fun we had, so I'm not going to even start with that." The flash of surprise in Sesshomaru's eyes revealed that he had not meant to imply any such thing and Inuyasha shrugged. "It doesn't matter now anyway. It happened, now we're back, and if something bad is going on we'll take care of it." He leaned up to kiss his brother. "Now come on; Rin's getting lonely." Inuyasha pulled lightly at the demon's hand but let it slip from his grasp as he moved away, back toward the camp. He was unprepared for the sudden weight of his brother against his back, Sesshomaru's long arms stealing around his chest and pulling him close.
"Do you remember the jungle?" Sesshomaru's voice was hot in his ear and Inuyasha shivered. "The air heavy with rain, the sweat on your skin, the heat that filled us both as I filled you?"
The half demon moaned, reaching up to wrap his hands over his brother's where they crossed his chest; he remembered. Sesshomaru's breath was ragged and hot on his neck as the demon kissed him.
"I do not regret, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru said, the words firm and hard, and Inuyasha moaned again. The half demon twined his fingers tightly with his brother's, pulling Sesshomaru closer and turning his head farther until their lips met.
Sesshomaru was aware of the fact that their vertical position was quickly becoming horizontal, but he found himself far more interested in the taste of the lips beneath his. Inuyasha opened to him eagerly, and the demon let the sharp familiarity of pleasure steal his mind from darker thoughts. His brother's tongue was talented, and the half demon's hands were not idle; they slipped up the length of the arms that encircled the slighter form to brush down over the demon's bare chest. Those hands pressed back against him slightly and Sesshomaru found himself pressed down against the hard ground, his brother leaning over him, eyes dark with desire. The demon raised a hand to caress his brother's cheek, a small shiver running up his spine; to count those who had looked at him with desire would have been a task beyond impossibility, but no one before Inuyasha had ever pulled an answering desire from his own being. It was something beyond physicality, beyond arousal; he desired Inuyasha – his brother's presence, his soul. Without that, there was nothing.
His hand on Inuyasha's face slipped back into the half demon's hair to pull his brother into a kiss, even as Inuyasha's own hands trailed down his body, positioning his hips until Inuyasha was comfortably, familiarly, pressed against him. Sesshomaru moved to facilitate his brother's goal, his legs falling easily around Inuyasha, pulling his closer. Though naked to the waist, Sesshomaru found he had failed to remove what was perhaps the most crucial garment for the progression of current proceedings and he growled impatiently around his brother's lips as Inuyasha, still almost fully clothed and full of his own impatience, hurriedly pushed cloth out of his way.
Inuyasha inside of him was something that Sesshomaru didn't think he would ever have enough of. Hard and hot and slick, his brother touched every place inside of him that he'd never thought he would ever want touched, even as his own hands traced familiar paths over his brother's skin, pushing aside the impediment of clothing and touching as he'd never thought he would ever want to touch. Inuyasha bent over the demon now, golden eyes warm on Sesshomaru's face. He was bent almost in half under his brother as Inuyasha thrust hard, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of the demon's throat; Sesshomaru closed his eyes and lay back, submitting his throat to his brother's attentions.
Sesshomaru shifted slightly, pressing up against the body above his with a slightly more urgent tone; he felt his climax rising in him. Inuyasha's breath was hot on the demon's ear but not a word needed to be spoken; they had become familiar with the unspoken language of their bodies, and Inuyasha twisted, rolling them over and thrusting up against his brother above him a last few times and Sesshomaru came, his head snapping back with the shuddering beauty of his climax, his hair falling around him as he sighed out a soft cry of completion.
Inuyasha murmured his own climax and Sesshomaru looked down, at his brother lying beneath him with a warmly wanton smile curling his lips and the steady warmth of a banked fire behind his eyes. Sesshomaru brushed a hand over his brother's cheek, pressing a finger to the half demon's lips. He leaned down toward the face that oddly mirrored his own while being different in every way, and said clearly, "I love you, Inuyasha."
His brother closed his eyes and sighed, a soft content sound, and Sesshomaru knew that while some things did not need to be spoken they were still good to hear.
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Sesshomaru knew the moment they crossed the boundary of the lands he claimed as his own. He raised his face to the breeze and reveled in the feeling of being home; the scents on that wind called to him in a way that no other place they had traveled to had done.
Beside him, Inuyasha also scented the breeze. "Smells different," he grunted succinctly.
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow, his attention on his brother now. "Observant," he returned dryly.
"Fuck off," Inuyasha responded without rancor as he scanned the trees around them with interest.
But Sesshomaru's eyes were on his brother. He reached for Inuyasha's arm, halting him. The half demon turned to glare at him, his animosity softening as he caught sight of the demon's expression. "What?"
Sesshomaru gestured to the border behind them, invisible to the naked eye. "The scent changed," he observed, and Inuyasha nodded patiently at what was, on the surface, an idiotic observation. But that was not the goal of the demon's inquest. "How so?" he asked. "How does it smell to you now?"
Inuyasha paused, raising his nose to the breeze again as his eyes drifted to where Aa-Un was just now crossing the border, Rin leading the creature. She stopped short, pausing in the soft humming and song making she liked to indulge in as she traveled, to look at Inuyasha with curiosity before her gaze drifted to Sesshomaru.
"It smells… comfortable," Inuyasha said finally, with a shrug that said he found the sensation rather the opposite of comfortable in and of itself. "Welcoming, I guess."
Sesshomaru nodded. He wondered if Inuyasha had ever knowingly crossed the boundary line before; the border ward would have recognized his blood in any case and would not have threatened him with its usual warning, but that he was crossing it now under protection and invitation from the lord himself… It would have been interesting to note if the ward would recognize Inuyasha differently, now that Sesshomaru claimed him fully.
"Keh." Inuyasha poked him in the middle of the forehead. "'Cause I'm sure whatever's going on in there is far more important than what's going on out here." Rin giggled.
Sesshomaru blinked himself out of his reverie. "I was contemplating whether the border ward would acknowledge you in a different manner," he replied, "given the nature of our relationship."
"Border ward?" Inuyasha looked back at the invisible marker with sudden interest. "That's what that was? Huh." He glanced sidelong at the demon and Sesshomaru felt his blood stir at the mischief on his brother's face. "So what would it feel like if," he paused and glanced at Rin, whose attention was also on the invisible border, "if, we had a different nature to our relationship?" He grinned impishly.
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes and looked away. "Since our father set the initial ward it has always recognized your blood tie to him," he said with boredom. "If such were not the case, it would have warned you as you crossed that these lands were held, and that to trifle here would not be wise."
"So." Inuyasha was leaning against him suddenly, and only demonic ears could have heard his murmured words. "It wouldn't have warned me off, even if you didn't like it so much when I fuck you up the ass?"
Sesshomaru closed his eyes and let the warmth of the body pressed against his flood through him. "Hmmm," was his only response, but Inuyasha chuckled softly.
"Rin did not feel anything," the girl observed quietly and Sesshomaru turned to her.
"It is demonic energy," he told her. "Humans cannot feel it." She frowned thoughtfully, but nodded.
A sudden sense of unease flooded through him, and Sesshomaru fixed his eyes on Rin. She glanced up at him with apprehension when she noticed his tension, but she was not the source of the unease. It passed through him and vanished as quickly as it had appeared; it was not until it was gone that he realized what it must be.
Inuyasha stepped away from him, nose raised to the wind. "Did you feel that?"
Sesshomaru turned to him, eyes widening for a moment in astonishment. "Yes."
The half demon's eyes were heavy on him. "What was it?"
The demon frowned. "Something is not right." He met his brother's eyes. "It is a part of the ward spell; it… watches, and alerts me of grave troubles within the realm. That is itself not a surprise, given what we discussed earlier. But, this sensation… it was as if it was merely reminding me of something it had already reported." He paused.
"And?" Inuyasha demanded after a moment.
"And if it is indeed the watch spell, you should not have felt it." The watch spell reported to the lord only; true he had been absent for several years, but the magic he set in the ward should not have begun to erode in any fashion until it had been left untended for at least a century.
Inuyasha sighed in annoyance. "Well, I guess there's only one thing for it."
Sesshomaru frowned, but nodded in agreement. "Rin, go with Inuyasha." He looked at his brother. "Check south – I will take the north loop."
Inuyasha nodded succinctly. Rin looked as if she would have liked to protest, but he was gone.
Sesshomaru slipped through wooded areas and open fields with equal ease, little more present than a ghost as he searched for the cause of the unease that was teasing at his mind. Everywhere he certainly saw cause for such feelings; many times he passed humans doing battle with each other, or places where they had recently done so. But human squabbles had never before troubled demon magic, and he was left still without an answer. Until the girl.
He came upon her in a small glade, her long, black hair spread over the soft grass like a banner. She was little more than a child – older than Rin when he'd met her perhaps, but younger than his ward's current age – and she curled protectively around the limp body of a small demon cat pressed to her chest. They were both dead, but the scent was still strong, and familiar. Sesshomaru paused and looked at her for a long moment before he turned himself to reading the signs. She had been chased to this place by a large demon who had seized her and crushed her, with her small companion, throwing both bodies to the ground with seeming carelessness before leaving.
He had passed so much death on his way to this place that it almost seemed strange that this small death should mean anything, but he knew immediately that this had something to do with what he sought. This girl had been murdered simply for the sake of being killed; it had been an action empty of any emotion other than contempt.
He paused a moment, staring down at the slim bodies and memorizing the scene and the scents, before, with a small sigh, he stepped forward and lifted the girl and her companion in his arms and carried them to a small clearing he had seen moments before, where the sun shown warmly on the grass. He laid them there and reached to knot a hank of the girl's hair with a bit of the cat's fur and, using the edge of one claw, cut it and tucked it into his kimono. Stepping back, he raised his hand and the small bodies were consumed in demonic fire.
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"Rin still does not feel that anything is different."
Her voice was doubtful and Inuyasha looked up from the track he was examining to glance at her quickly.
"Don't worry kid, it's there. It's been there since we crossed the border." He took a moment to look all around them, unable to shake the sensation of eyes upon him, before he turned back to where Rin stood. She did not look afraid but her fingers were clenched tightly around Aa-Un's reins. "Hell, Sesshomaru's been feeling it since long before then." He looked back one last time to what was left of the village behind them before he pulled her away, boosting her back onto the dragon as they returned to the air. Inuyasha knew the only reason she had doubted in the first place was that Sesshomaru's current absence has stripped her of her strongest protection – namely, her faith in his infallibility.
Rin's joining Sesshomaru and himself in the desert had pretty much ended their trip's westward momentum and they had started making their way back east – back home. Not that Inuyasha minded; their desert stopover had been enough of a mindfuck to have him still wondering what exactly he thought he had learned, now over a year and a half later. He wasn't sure he could have taken in anything else new, so turning around and heading back over land they had already traveled had seemed like the perfect decision. Well, until they had found what was waiting for them at home.
Inuyasha leapt to crouch on the dragon's rump and lean over with Rin to look down at the ground that passed beneath them. That ground was strewn with dead bodies and Run observed, "There was a battle here. A large battle." She was quiet for a moment. "It is not so different, but Rin sees that something is wrong."
"That's not just it," Inuyasha murmured, "it's something more than this that's wrong." He was still uncomfortable with the sensation that pulled at the back of his mind, and he wondered if it was that that was making him feel ill; the carnage of bodies strewn below them was unpleasant but he'd seen worse – hell, he'd done worse. He touched Rin's shoulder and reminded her, "We'll check in on Sango and Miroku at the demonslayer's village and see if they know what's going on. Then we'll find Sesshomaru and see what he found out."
It was his brother's name that stirred her from the quiet melancholy that seemed to have fallen over her, not the names of her friends and temporary guardians, and she nodded.
It seemed like no time at all before they flew over the rebuilt village of Sango's demonslayer tribe; Inuyasha was not as familiar with it as he was with certain other areas, but he liked to think that even after his years of absence he would know the place. He leapt down to approach the village from the ground, a thread of unease that had been stirring in him, even as he felt it must have been in Sesshomaru even before they had returned, growing suddenly as he met no one – no resistance, no watchers – and encountered none of the familiar scents or sounds of human life.
He slowed and slipped past the last line of trees, already expecting the sight that greeted him. What remained of the village was a blackened husk, made stranger by the clear sunlight that fell starkly over all.
Aa-Un rumbled uneasily, heads darting back and forth, as it landed, and Rin's eyes were wide as she looked at the place she had lived before she had abandoned it to seek them in the West.
Inuyasha felt something inside him go numb as he contemplated searching through that wreckage, but he took a deep breath and touched Rin's shoulder. "Stay here," he told her. She nodded wordlessly, and he slipped forward. He would make quick work of it; neither of them needed to spend too much time here.
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Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes as he crouched on the top of the cliff, peering down at the land below him as it spread away to the north. The disquiet stirred in him and he turned away, turned back to slip in between the trees and make his way south into the heart of the Western Lands. Even here on the far northern border he felt the unrest, but there was no indication that the source of the unrest had come from across this border.
He moved quickly but found no other sign that called to him the way the girl had; no sign other than a distinct lack of demonic activity in general. Lesser demons had flooded these areas, even under Naraku's threat, but now there was almost nothing in the way of demonic energy.
The lack of demonic presence was probably why he noticed the familiar demonic aura filling the empty space – it was Yudokuna, the daughter of a lord of a nearby territory. He knew of her more than he knew her, though the reason he remembered her as well as he did was a grudging respect for her intelligence in comparison to the rest of her family. She was usually good at keeping her aura unnoticed; it did not occur to him until he was in front of her that she had revealed herself to him for a purpose.
He slipped from the edge of the trees to find her seated demurely on a large rock in a small meadow of grass, long folds of her kimono spread around her artfully. Her eyes were closed but she opened them and looked at him almost as soon as he appeared; he recalled that she was a consummate player of the game. It had been close to a hundred years since he had seen her last, and she appeared to have only grown in poise – he knew well enough to know that her unassuming manner was nothing more than pretense. Her eyes settled on him in an evaluative gaze and she spoke evenly. "So, you are here, son of the Inunotaisho."
"So," he replied, stepping away from the trees. "You are here as well, daughter of the Raidennotaisho."
She blinked in feigned surprise. "I am not the one who is missing, rumored to be dead."
Sesshomaru felt his jaw tighten. "Rumors work faster than humans at building structures of no substance," he replied nonchalantly, voice as even as hers. It was strange to see her here; there were few reasons for her to have come to his land, short of outright challenge, but he sensed that she desired to give him information, as well as receive it.
"So it would seem, for you appear to be neither missing nor dead." He could not tell if that pleased her, but she added with an oblique thoughtfulness, "Perhaps if I was lord of a great land my brief absences would go so remarked upon as to become the fuel of rumor."
"Your lord is much as fault if he does not remark upon your absences," Sesshomaru responded politely, turning away in feigned boredom.
"My lord remarks upon little these days, unless it involves his son." Her voice was light but her eyes were heavy on him and Sesshomaru felt his lip curl involuntarily at the mention of her brother.
He met her eyes, more feeling in his voice as he observed, "Fathers often seem overly concerned with their second born." She dropped her gaze. "And what does involve his son, your brother Eikoseisui, that he should remark upon?"
She turned away as if suddenly unimpressed with him. "My lord father knows nothing of where Eikoseisui spends his time and energies, and so has very little at all to remark upon."
Her father was as old as his had been, if not older, and just as powerful. "The Raidennotaisho must be glad of such peace." Sesshomaru regarded her evenly.
Yudokuna grew impatient and slipped. "You should be glad that my lord is not yet Eikoseisui," she observed, her eyes flashing with anger, "for my brother would make you a poor neighbor."
Eikoseisui was the Raidennotaisho's chosen heir? That was certainly news to him. "Your brother would make anyone a poor neighbor," Sesshomaru pointed out when she paused. She ground her teeth in frustration she was too polite to give voice to and Sesshomaru wondered if he had been spending too much time with his own brother of late.
"Perhaps, though," Yudokuna began again, "if my brother was lord in his own land he would then not have time to make trouble for others in theirs."
Ah, so the seed of this was that she meant to imply that Eikoseisui was behind the disturbance in the land that cried out to him? It had been long years since he'd had trouble from any of his neighbors, but that it should come from Eikoseisui was no surprise. "Your observations are appreciated," he said to Yudokuna.
His tone was dismissive, and she nodded, stood, and left without another word. He paused a moment to watch her, then he too left, weaving his way through the forest. Soon he came to the rocky fortress that he at times had called home.
That home looked foreboding now despite the warmth of late summer sun falling over everything, and he smelled the demon's scent here – the one who had murdered the girl. Despite the information from Yudokuna he knew the mysterious murderer could not be Eikoseisui; whether her brother was up to no good or she was just jealous and looking to backstab him herself it didn't matter, Eikoseisui still wouldn't be doing his own dirty work. The scent curled Sesshomaru's lip and he was so focused on that, on finding its source, that he didn't sense Inuyasha's return until Aa-Un's shadow fell over him and he looked up to see a worried Rin land beside him.
Inuyasha stood on his other side, tense, nose to the wind. "Someone's been here." His voice reflected the outrage that Sesshomaru felt burning in his heart and he nodded tightly to his brother. It overrode everything in him, even the knowledge that he should ask Inuyasha what he had found in his search, as well as share the knowledge of the girl, and as Sesshomaru stepped toward his home, he felt Inuyasha step with him until they were like twin shadows slipping through the doorway.
But whatever had been here was here no longer; the front hall was empty and cold. It had been swept recently, but it still smelled strongly of the murderer, and others.
Inuyasha felt his own ire rising. Who the hell had the nerve to do this? It wasn't even a direct challenge; it was as if whoever had done this didn't respect Sesshomaru's claim enough to even bother trying to hide themselves. He turned to his brother, moving up beside him. "They're gone, for now," he observed softly. He wasn't prepared for the glare of sheer hatred that the demon turned on him and he stepped back under the power of it, ears going flat against his head.
Sesshomaru sighed, closing his eyes and reaching out to pull Inuyasha close, resting his forehead against the half demon's in apology. Inuyasha placed his hands on his brother's shoulders and felt the demon's body trembling with suppressed rage. "I should not have left," Sesshomaru said, his voice tight and hushed.
Inuyasha felt a chill run up his spine and he stroked his brother's face and neck. "It doesn't help now," he murmured. "Now we gotta find the fucker and kick his ass." He felt Sesshomaru's answering growl and nod of acknowledgment.
A noise from the doorway alerted them and the muffled sound of a voice had Sesshomaru turning swiftly to face that direction, his hand pulling Tetsusaiga from its place at Inuyasha's side and brandishing the blazing sword at whatever would enter in through that door.
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