Isamu groaned softly as his nose picked up a familiar scent, making him wake up & look around, his eyes darting around frantically trying to tell which way to go as he sniffed the air. He could feel Suki's eyes on him as he looked around before he took off running & she went after him, wandering what he had been able to smell that she hadn't taken notice of. I know I smell it! He thought as he ran at his top speed, hoping to reach the cause of the scent before it was too late.
What is it this young hanyou smells? Suki questioned herself, running alongside the boy since his top speed was half that of her own. It must be something he knows or his heart would not be pounding like it is; even with how fast he is going. She looked ahead in time to see what it seemed he was heading to. A figure in red was almost half a mile away from them & closing.
UNCLE INU YASHA! His mind screamed, but no words came from his mouth as he tried to push himself to run faster than what his top speed was. Since he started out in a full-blown run instead of easing into it, his body was wearing down fast & there was nothing he could do about it but push himself harder. When he was in range for his uncle to hear him, he screamed as loud as he could. "INU YASHA!"
That hanyou is Inu Yasha? Suki thought as the figure appeared to turn in the direction of the yell & was now heading for them at a pace that made Isamu come to a stop, kicking up dirt around him from the sudden halt. She came to a stop herself & stood by the boy as the figure, slowed its running before coming to the same kind of stop the young hanyou pup had.
Isamu jumped up into his uncle's arms, hugging his neck tightly. "Uncle Inu Yasha!" The hanyou pup exclaimed, close to tears that he fought off. "Where is my father?"
"He's still in the sky; but when he sees I'm not below him, he'll come back for me," Inu Yasha answered, holding the pup close to his upper torso, hugging him tightly. "Or he might have heard you shout my name & could be on his way now... Are you okay Isamu? Is it true of what that bastard Naraku did to you?" He noticed Isamu tense up in his arms & he growled softly, rubbing his back. "I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner."
"It's not your fault," Isamu said as he pulled away some & looked at the face of the Inu hanyou. "Naraku's the last of my worries now."
"Why?"
"He was destroyed."
"By who?" Inu Yasha asked, surprised by the news.
"By me," spoke the woman that had stood off to the side until now & was stepping closer. "He was an easy task & made the mistake of taking me for a fool."
"Who are you?" Inu Yasha asked, his ears going back as he got defensive over the pup in his arms.
"Inu Yasha, you don't recognize my scent?" The woman asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Or is it that you recognize it, but are having trouble placing it after all these years?" She saw him tilt his head & sniff the air.
"I can't place your scent."
"My name is Suki; mate to the great Youkai Lord Isamu before his tragic passing," she answered, not offering her hand to shake. "You last saw me a week after your father died," she spoke. "It's not a wonder that you cannot place my scent after so long."
"He may not place it, but I do," came a voice from behind Suki.
She chuckled softly, turning her head to look behind her at the tall Youkai that stood behind her. "And I recognize your scent as well... You have grown my son."
"It has been nearly seventy-five years mother," he replied, his voice calm but radiating a cold tone. "You have barely changed over the years."
"Hm. So it has been that long, has it? Time flies, doesn't it my son?"
Inu Yasha stared at the two as their conversation carried on, each one snapping back a slightly witty, but none insulting, comment to the other. He looked down at Isamu who just stared at his father, a deep frown on his face. "Isamu, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Father," he spoke softly, but loud enough for the Youkai Lord to hear him. Sesshomaru looked from his mother to his son. "Father, Naraku has a plan to bed Miroku & mother in hopes of her conceiving his child..."
"It is not just Naraku's plan Isamu," his father replied, his eyes holding a cold stare. "It is also that of the monk's. The monk wishes to have your mother as his woman so he made a pact with Naraku."
Suki looked at the hanyou as his eyes began to glow red & his red hair appeared to bleed away the red as hair similar to Sesshomaru's took over the hair on the hanyou's head. So he does belong to Sesshomaru... That is a guarantee, she thought as she looked at Sesshoumaru. "So his mother is a human wench?" She asked, her voice dripping with hatred. Sesshoumaru blanched under her woods & she sneered. "You must acquire your taste for the beasts from your late father," she spoke with an icy tone. She felt the hanyou pup's eyes train on her when she said "human wench."
"I acquire no one's taste for anything mother," he replied, just as coldly. "Unlike my father, I did not take a weak Youkai mate before I chose her as my lover." He knew he had struck a nerve with his statement when she bared her fangs at him, a low growl in her throat. "She is the first female of either species that I have gone for & she is the one I intend on staying with until my dying day."
"If you're anything like your father, which you seem to be, then it won't be long after you have a second child with her that you die."
Sesshomaru glared at his mother. "Inu Yasha, take my son back to the castle," he said, never taking his eyes from his mother. "I need to have a word with the ancient wench."
When Isamuwas set down on the ground, he went over to Sesshomaru & looked up at him. "Father, please don't stay behind. I have a bad feeling about your decision if you do stay," he said. "Trust me."
"You must have very little faith in me to ask me to retreat from an ancient," Sesshomaru replied, looking down at the boy.
"I do have faith in you father, I just don't want to see mom hurt! Don't be a stubborn fool."
Sesshomaru looked at his mother, then to the pup again with a slight smirk. "I will see you back at the castle. Inu Yasha, take him now."
"I'm sorry Isamu," Inu Yasha said as he moved in to pick up Isamu.
Isamu lept from his uncle's grasp & lunged at Suki, ready to kill her, but he fell to the ground, holding his throat when she released a green wave of miasma at him. Isamu lay on the ground, coughing & trying to breathe fresh air into his lungs as Suki stood by, laughing at the young pup whose vision was blurring as his body tried to give in to the toxins in his air ways.
Sesshomaru, remembering how fast his mother would begin healing, also remembered the one weakness she shared in common with his father. He looked at his son, who was now being held by Inu Yasha, who was trying his hardest to help the boy breathe in fresh, clean air; then he looked at his mother who stared only at the hanyous, laughing at the fact that the pup was most likely going to die.
For that moment, he didn't care how long it had been since he had seen her, how much he had missed her, how much he longed to know what happened to her, or if she was ever coming back to him. All he cared about was his pup as he buried his hand deep within her stomach flesh, keeping it inside her body as he released his Dokkasou into her body. As the wound closed around his wrist, trying to heal itself, he released more of his Dokkasou, a sneer on his face.
Suki felt pain fill her body as she stared at the son she had raised for the first few years of his life; who was at the moment filling her with the deadly poison he inherited from both her & his father. "All of this for a pathetic hanyou brat," she managed to say before her body began to melt away, her healing ability no longer working.
Sesshomaru, knowing this was a safe point, removing his hand from the burning flesh & went to Inu Yasha who leaned over Isamu who was now on the ground, struggling to breathe, but not as hard as before. "Isamu," he spoke, making the hanyou pup look up at him. "In order to save you, I have to kill you." He said this in such a calm voice it caused the pup to look at him with hatred since he did not know of his father's sword; the Tenseiga.