Hopeless Fate: Bleeding

Disclamer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Warning: Story might contain Male on Male relations, rape, Mpreg and much more. If you do not like, do not read. You have been warned.

Note: English is not my mother tongue so bare with me for the mistakes.


Chapter 4: Missing

Sesshomaru's home - his impressive and intimidating castle - was built atop a hill. It was an artificial one (the hill), who had been built centuries ago to help in the defence of the fortress; it allowed a greater view over the surrounding land and made it easier for those defending it to see an enemy approaching. The base of it was made from stones as large as twenty feet high, making it difficult if not impossible for a foe to scale it.

Spaces in the walls had also been made for firing arrows, guns and cannons. In time of war these measures were necessary to keep attackers off the walls of the castle. The defenders could fire or drop hot pots of sand on the attackers climbing the castle while they enjoyed an almost full cover. There was also bamboo spikes planted into the ground and trapdoors in the towers.

The walls were made from massive and larges stones and were restricted to the compound castle itself. Inside the fortifications, there were many tile-roofed buildings; those were made from plaster and wooden beams. Even if the inside was large, there was no commoner's home within it; only nobles and servants lived there.

During the days, light would go all across it, illuminating in a joyful manner even the darker places of the habitation. But now it was night and the darkness reigned over the palace, insinuating itself as if it was a minion from hell. Shadows were treacherous. They could hide within themselves an unseen opponent, ready to plunge its dagger inside the unguarded body of its victim.

From within one of them was a figure all dressed in black. Its face was hidden behind a mask representing a fox grinning maniacally. From its shape, the trespasser was thin and tall. He was moving like the wind, from shadow to shadow, crossing the walls unseen by anyone, even the guards.

He was there for something; he had a mission to accomplish. He crossed another wall and froze, still. There were two people coming in his direction. Two men in fact. They didn't seem to be guard as they didn't wore the uniform but traditional kimono. The two of them had long blue hair, surely some bird demon thought the man unmoving from where he was.

He blended his body with the darkness, becoming one and held his breath as they passed in front of him. They were talking about some stupid demoness in heat. When they disappeared from his vision, he continued his path.

The library; what he was seeking was there or so he was told. He hoped the information was right. He didn't was to be the one receiving the wrath of his master.

Look, he did. There were layers and layers of books lying all around him. How was he supposed to find what he was seeking in one night and without being caught? He hoped luck was on his side as he searched frenetically between the books. Lucky for him, it was. When he pulled a book from one shelf, a door opened in the wall. He slipped inside and was greeted by a dusky room filled with old scrolls.

His gaze scanned the room and halted at the sight of an old metallic box. He extended his harm and took hold of the cover, lifting it open. The inside contained parchments and one key. A smile formed under his mask. Yes this was it; his master would be please. He seized the box and disappeared with it, leaving the door opened and the library into a messy state.


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'' Bring me some wine '' Ordered the imposing man sitting on an over decorated throne.

'' Yes, my lord'' Said a small man with a trembling voice.

He feared the man and not without reason. His master was merciless. If one did something - however meaningless it was - to anger him, they could say goodbye to their lives.

The servant hurried to obey the order and came back soon after with a class and a pitcher full of red glossy liquid. He placed it on the table next to the man and poured it into the glass under the burning gaze of his master.

From the corner of his eyes, he watched the lord. Said lord already seemed to be angered by something. Feeling sweat running down his forehead, the servant resume to pouring the wine into the goblet. Much to his misfortune, one drop of wine escaped the pitcher and felled on his lord's hand.

Shaking, the servant looked at his lord and a tremor of horror ran through him at the hard gaze he received. He opened his mouth to mutter and excuse but no sound came out of his orifice. He only stood there, still as a marble statue. After a while, but what seemed an eternity for the other servants observing the scene, blood flowed around, exploding from his body as he parted in two. He had been cut in two halves, from head to toes, without anyone seeing the sword cut him down.

It was frightening how powerful and agile one had to be to pull something like that. The body of the unfortunate servant hit the floor and blood still poured out from him. The lord was now all covered with red, as if he had come back from a bloody battle. He licked the blood coating his lips and closed his eyes with satisfaction at the taste.

'' Uhmm, that's bad, I've got myself dirty again. '' He said after letting out a sigh. '' I guess I shouldn't have cut him like that. Maybe I should have begin by severing his feet. '' He added viciously. '' Well it doesn't matter. Anyway, clean the mess. ''

At this order, the still living servants obeyed immediately.

The man sighed again. Incompetents. He was surrounded by incompetents. It had been more than five months since he had ordered them to find it, the thing that would ensure his success. And what did they have after five long months? Nothing. Nothing – at – all. Not even dust under one's foot. It was ridiculous, infuriating. To have a bunch of fools to serve him was the worst thing ever. At least he wasn't short on time. Being what he was he had enough left in him to last him seven live times and even more.

Now, he was bored. He couldn't do a thing to pursue his plan and the little display he had with the now severed servant wasn't enough to fulfil him. If someone didn't bring him something to do, he would soon go into a rampage and kill everyone he would cross. A wicked smile appeared on the man face. That would do well on his spirit. It would be a great sight to hold; pieces of dismembered body lying everywhere, walls painted in red and blood pooling at his feet. It – would – be – fantastic.

'' M...My lord. ''

The man came out of his thought upon hearing the little shaking voice.

'' Yes? ''

'' Kumo-san wants to see you ''

''Really? Let him come in. '' Said the lord. This was strange, Kumo never wanted to see him. He always had to summon him. Finally, his day was beginning to be interesting.

A tall and slander man wearing a tight black suit entered the room and knelt in front of him.

'' My lord, how do you fair today? '' Kumo asked.

'' Oh, don't bore me with formality, Kumo. You know how I hate that. Just get to the point. '' Replied the man a bit annoyed.

'' I only asked, my lord, because you seemed to have had fun today. '' He retorted, referring to the blood covering his master.

The lord began shaking. The servants who had witness said fun began to shrivel. Kumo didn't particularly seem concerned about his fate. This was strange, really strange because one who had the guts to replied as he did to his master, usually ended up dead soon after. A strong laughter erupted from the lord's mouth.

'' Ahahahah... I did have a bit of fun today, as you can see, '' He declares still laughing. '' But enough of that. State your business. ''

'' I have it. '' Kumo simply said.

'' ...''

''...''

There was a long uncomfortable silence floating in the room. Still kneeling in front of his master, kumo dared to raise his eyes to meet those of his lord. They were gleaming with excitement.

'' Do you really have it? '' Asked the lord.

'' Yes, the key and the scrolls. I found them in the library of the Lord of the west. They hid it well, but not well enough for me.'' At this, he opened the metallic box he had brought with him and showed its content to his lord.

''The Lord of the Westerns Lands? Who would have thought? That's really interesting.'' He said, raising his eyebrow.

'' Well, I must add that it was his father, who knew where it is and these, Kumo pointed to the scrolls, must surely disclose its emplacement.''

'' Give them to me. ''

Kumo rose from his place and walked to his lord. He extended his arms and gave the box to the man who took it rapidly.

'' You can go now. '' He said, dismissing Kumo.

He eyes the old parchment as if they were some pieces of jewels from his treasure room. Today was really an interesting day thought the lord as he began reading avidly the first scroll


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It had been four month since Sesshomaru had battle with this Katheshi as he had called himself. After that humiliating defeat, because it was a defeat, the youkai had returned to his house. He had picked up Jaken along the road; the toad, as always, was shouting his name all over the place. Even if it was irritating, he had to admit to himself that the toad company did make his travels days a bit more fun. Who could say no to a moving and living punching bag always ready to be used? Well, he couldn't. Jaken had his uses.

As soon as he had set one foot in his domain, he had been summoned to take part in a meeting the elders had planned to hold that day. Luck wasn't definitely on his side. He was tired from his trip and had to listen to hours of bickering from the elders while maintaining his cold facade. It had been hard to do, even for him with all his years of practice. They were discussing about none-existents oncoming wars from the east, some peace treaty he had forgotten and one old fox youkai had even talked about some bitch that would be perfect for his mating. Couldn't they let him live in peace. A mate, he didn't want one. He didn't need one. Plus, he never saw one who was satisfying him. And more, he didn't want to fall in love. It was not that he was cold as everyone thought him so. He could love; he really could. Rin was enough to prove so, but he didn't want to feel it as a lover, to risk it was not something he could let happen.

After that, the four months were pretty much the same. He woke up in the morning, read and filled some paper report, practiced his sword stand and met the elders. It was a simple and boring life. One he had to live. He missed his time of wandering all around the country, fighting with his brother and Naraku – not that he missed the bastard – but at least there was something happening in his life. Adventure, he needed that. There was so little of it here, now that all the daiyoukai were in peace with each others. War was good to have some times. He remembered going to them at his father's side, slaying their enemies together. It happened so long ago. He missed those times.

Now, Sesshomaru was lying in his bed, sleeping. Yesterday had been a hard day. He had received the representative of some insignificant kingdom – from his point of view – and had to entertain them all day and night long. They had been little persistent bastards, never letting him rest from negotiations.

His head was resting on a white pillow, his moko-sama lying beside him. He was naked under the sheet. He liked to sleep unclothed, to feel the breeze and sheet caress his skin.

Sesshomaru was dreaming. That in itself would have been interesting for an outsider. One really had to wonder what a daiyoukai could possibly dream about. Sesshomaru was, in his dream, in full inuyoukai form and he was chashing after rabbits. Yes rabbits. His dog side was apparently more dominating while he was sleeping.

The door of his chamber opened to show a skinny female maid enters his room. She carefully closed the door and walked to the bed.

'' Humm... Lord Sesshomaru, she said, it's time to wake up.''

The youkai eyes snapped opened. Who had dared disturb his rabbit chase was the first thought that came through his blurry mind. When his brain became a bit clearer, his anger subsided. It was right. He had asked her to wake him this morning for he had to go to another one of these meeting. Tired as he was he didn't want to see the mug of those old geezers. Huummm... he meant the face of the elders, yes that was what he meant; really.

'' Thank you, Kana, you can go '' He answered in a soft voice.

She bid him goodbye and left the room as silently as she came. Slowly, he got out of bed and dressed himself and left his room.


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'' We should do something! '' Shouted Nobu Kataragi, one of the elders. The man was a panther youkai. In his youth he must have been beautiful, but now as time did its work, he looked like an old tree with all the wrinkles harbouring his features.

'' Yes we should! Cried another one. We shouldn't let them pillage the Western Lands and let them act like they possess it, Lord Sesshomaru. ''

Sesshomaru sat straight in his chair, the same cold expression on his face. He was seated, as all the others, around a round table. The olds men had being shouting one after another and for hours regarding what to do about the pillage going on in his lands. Sesshomaru sighed inwardly. Why trouble themselves about some insignificant humans' bandits? They would die soon enough if they waited a bit. But no, he apparently had to do something about that to.

'' I shall send soldiers to wipe them out. '' He said in a firm tone.

Ten pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time.

'' Yes, that's a good idea '' Replied a board demon. '' We shall vote and see if it is accepted.''

Vote it? Thought Sesshomaru. How unnecessary. He had decided to do so and it shall be done. As the elders began to process the voting, the room's door opened violently and panicked Jaken came in.

'' LORD SESSHOMARU! MY LORD! SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED! YOUR FATHER PERSONNAL ITEMS HAVE BEEN STOLEN! '' He screamed.

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