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Dreams of Red	By : Saranwyn Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5876 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Constrained. Sesshoumaru, Prince of the West, and heir to the Great Dog Demon could be described in that one word. He was the epitome of self control. He never smiled because he was happy, only ever as a polite gesture during negotiations or as a triumphant smirk when he got his way. He didn’t frown except slightly on occasion when he deemed the circumstance to be in dire need of correcting. His life was composed of paperwork, negotiations, and hours upon hours of training. Everything neat and organized – not a hair out of place. Perfection.
And yet, Sesshoumaru did not dream of order. No. Sesshoumaru dreamt of running in the wind, of a world without walls, a life beyond his desk. He dreamt of dirt beneath his feet and leaves in his hair and sun in his eyes. He dreamt of jumping and tumbling and chasing and flying. He dreamt of trees and grass and stars and breathless exhilaration. Yes, Sesshoumaru, Prince of the West, and heir to the Great Dog Demon dreamt of red.
And for the first time in his life, while staring out his window one day while taking a break from the endless piles of paperwork awaiting him, before his own waking eyes, he saw the color red. Not a deep, royal burgundy, or a soft, muted rose. No. This was a bright, bold, blaring scarlet making absolute fools of the royal guards in front of the palace.
He danced circles around them, silver hair streaming out behind him as he taunted them. What in all creation is he doing? Sesshoumaru wondered, intrigued. It was rare that anyone picked a fight with the royal guards, and he was so obviously outnumbered. He’s an InuYoukai, like us, Sesshoumaru noted. But not of the royal bloodline maybe? There are so few left, that’s hard to imagine – yet if he was, the guards would not be fighting him…right? The young prince stood and leaned against the window to get a better view…just in time to see his mother come out to resolve the issue. Well, there goes that, Sesshoumaru thought apathetically, expecting any minute for the intruder to become nothing more than heap of lifeless flesh and bones. But to his shock, the intruder was not killed – he was captured. Quickly, he glided – Prince Sesshoumaru would never run over such a trivial matter – down to meet them on their way to the dungeon.
“Who is this?” he asked, coming to stand in front of the captive. He was a young demon. Sesshoumaru’s nose twitched. No. Not a demon. A half demon. That would explain the guard’s behavior, though it did little to explain his mother’s. Lady Suzumi abhorred anything remotely human. The prince returned to his inspection of the captive. He had long, silver hair – like all White InuYoukai – and golden eyes. Like mine, Sesshoumaru noted as a passing thought. His jaw was set defiantly, and he met Sesshoumaru’s gaze evenly. But even more intriguing to the prince than this creature’s behavior was that out of his head sprouted two, white, puppy-like ears. The scarlet-clad figure seemed to notice this and growled.
“They’re ears, okay? Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was impolite to stare?!” he snapped his cheeks flushing slightly.
“You dare speak to me in such a tone, you impertinent brat? Didn’t your mother ever tell you to respect your elders and betters?” the arrogant reply came easily to Sesshoumaru’s lips. And still, the “impertinent brat” intrigued him. Perhaps it was his lack of fear. Or his wild, haphazard disorder. His imperfection. “What is your name?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you once you pull the stick out of your royal backside,” the half-demon sneered. Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed. “What, lost for words, Princess?” A guard lifted his hand to smack the boy, but Sesshoumaru stopped him with a slight lift of his fingers and a shake of his head.
“Take him away, I have no time to waste on this pathetic half-breed,” Sesshoumaru sneered before walking off, heading back up to his study. He met his mother in the hallway and she glanced at him expectantly. “Do you wish to ask me something, mother?” the prince asked at length. She sighed.
“You met the prisoner. The Hanyou.”
“Yes, I did.”
“And you see why I do not tolerate half-breeds or humans?” she asked sternly. Has she really come just to make sure I agree with her? Sesshoumaru mused.
“Yes. I see.” He turned an even gaze to her. “But when I rule this land, they, too, will fall under my jurisdiction. I will be charged with their protection as much as anyone else’s. Besides, I don’t care too much for other demons, either.” She exhaled sharply but did not argue further.
“So what did you think of him?”
“Why do you care?”
“Just answer the question.”
“He was rude, untidy, coarse…fearless to a fault…why did you not kill him on sight? An intruder has never been captured for no reason – much less a half demon.”
“He is your father’s son.” Sesshoumaru froze mid-step.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Your father, before he died, mated with a human woman. In fact, it was she and her little brat that he died defending.”
“So you and father never mated.” Of course, they’d had a child. But they had never bound their souls. It was not uncommon for royalty to have children for the sake of politics and to never mate any of their partners or to mate some commoner who they truly loved. Any child born from such a mating, of course, would be given no inheritance, but their life – no matter who they were – was considered sanctified and could only be ended as punishment to a crime. Of course, that didn’t mean that people wouldn’t try to kill the child anyways, especially a Hanyou – and it was unlikely that anyone would make a big deal of it if he was murdered.
“No – your father and I never mated, so I suppose I cannot begrudge him choosing another mate. Still, a human! It was pathetic.”
“You knew before this, then?”
“Of course I knew. He couldn’t keep a secret like that from me, so he didn’t even try. Besides, I had a right to know as the mother of his son.” Sesshoumaru nodded. He had already guessed that his parents had never mated. His mother never spoke fondly of his father’s memory, and his recollection of their life together was not one of familial love and caring. His mother was cold and calculating – a trait which she passed to her son – and his father was rarely around. When he was, he always seemed to avoid Sesshoumaru, like he didn’t really know how to deal with him. That very well might have been true, too. Their few father-son discussions had always been strained.
“Did he know Father at all?”
“No, your father died while he was still an infant – on the night of his birth, actually.” Sesshoumaru nodded.
“What was he doing here? The boy?”
“He says he came here by accident, and when the guards challenged him, he simply couldn’t refuse.”
“Hm. I see. Well, I have work to get back to.” And with that, the demon prince walked off back to his study. Sighing, he sat back down at his desk and continued the paperwork that waited completion.
That night, after dinner, he found himself tiptoeing downstairs to the dungeon. It was curiosity, more than compassion, that drove him down there with a plate of food as his excuse. He went to the cell in which the half-demon was imprisoned. He was lounging in the cell as if it were a luxurious suite, hands folded behind his head. He cracked a smile at Sesshoumaru.
“Oh, hey Princess,” he greeted the demon prince casually.
“You should curb your tongue.” He stood up now and sauntered over to the bars of the cage, leaning his head against it.
“Perhaps, but really, Twinkle Toes, I don’t care much.” Sesshoumaru suppressed the urge to frown. He didn’t understand this boy at all. “You know, you really should get out of the palace…out of the village.”
“Who are you to judge?”
“Have you ever been?”
“I…don’t have time for that sort of thing.” The half-demon frowned deeply.
“That’s just nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense. It’s duty. Not that you’d know about that.” InuYasha rolled his eyes and changed the subject.
“What are you doing here, Your Highness?” Sesshoumaru remembered the plate of food in his hand and went to the door of the half-demon’s cell.
“I brought you dinner.”
“And here I thought you came all this way to make me sit there and watch you taunt me with it.” Ignoring the sarcastic remark, Sesshoumaru opened the cell door and set the plate on the ground before shutting it again, surprised when the prisoner made no move to try to escape.
“You know – that was your best opportunity to get out,” Sesshoumaru commented dryly. His half-brother blinked.
“Well, not really,” he replied at length. “I’m not particularly interested in fighting you. After all, you are said to be second only to your mother, the Great Dog Demon, herself.” Sesshoumaru pursed his lips. He’d never liked his mother being called the Great Dog Demon. That had been his father’s title, and he was his father’s heir. But until he reached maturity, his mother held everything in safekeeping for him. The title was something he felt he deserved, now. After all, his power had exceeded his mother’s about a decade ago, and the title of Great Dog Demon was given to the most powerful InuYoukai. But she insisted on waiting. Two more decades until he turned two-centuries. Then he would be deemed fully mature.
“Is that what they say?” he murmured.
“You disagree?” InuYasha challenged? Sesshoumaru glanced up at the boy, his eyes narrowing. Is this some sort of test? the prince mused.
“Enough talking about me. Do you know why you were spared, boy?”
“Spared?”
“Yes, we had every right to kill you when you started fighting our guards.”
“What? They attacked me for no reason!”
“You were spared because your father was also my father.” The hanyou’s jaw dropped open. Then he laughed.
“You're funny.”
“I’m not joking,” Sesshoumaru deadpanned. The laughing abruptly stopped.
“Sorry, it’s hard to tell when your face never changes. Y-you…you can’t be serious though. My old man? Lord Inu no Taisho?”
“Yes. My father mated your mother and had you. Of course, that doesn’t make you a prince – especially because you’re not a full demon – but it does sanctify your life.”
“Hah! Tell that to the demons that try to eat me just about every-other day.” Sesshoumaru shrugged carelessly.
“Well, you are just a Hanyou. No one’s going to go starting a war over you, or anything.” InuYasha bristled, clenching his fist. It seemed he'd hit a nerve.
“So what, because I’m half-human, I’m worth less than you?” the smaller man demanded, his lip curling into a scowl.
“Basically.” InuYasha took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“You’re such an arrogant bastard, you know that?” Sesshoumaru lifted a brow. Arrogant bastard? Yes, he knew he was.
“I do know that.” Suddenly, InuYasha blinked, surprised, then laughed.
“And you aren’t the least bit ashamed of it.”
“Well, I’m arrogant, why would I be ashamed of anything that I am?” Sesshoumaru pointed out. Yes, Sesshoumaru had been told many times just what he was. Arrogant, distant, cruel, those labels were not uncommon for him. He had long ago come to terms with them.
“Good point, I guess,” InuYasha conceded. “Though why such an arrogant bastard would bring dinner to a worthless half-breed like me, I have no idea.” Sesshoumaru shrugged.
“It was an impulse. What’s your name, Hanyou? You never told me.” The boy chuckled and picked up the plate analyzing the food.
“Best I’ve eaten in years,” he commented dryly before beginning to eat.
“What’s your name?” Sesshoumaru repeated.
“Why do you want to know so badly?”
“I just do. So what’s your name?” The truth was, Sesshoumaru himself, didn’t understand his fascination with the strange, red-clad half-demon that had no fear. He just knew that he wanted to know everything about him – starting with his name.
“InuYasha,” the prisoner replied at last.
“InuYasha…” Sesshoumaru tested it on his tongue. He repeated it a few times, getting used to the taste of it in his mouth.
“Happy?”
“I am satisfied for the moment, yes…InuYasha.”
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