Infatuation of a cold heart

A/N: I accepted Tsukiyomi’s challenge. I hope everyone likes it. I don’t own Inuyasha…if I did it would not be called a fanfic. There will probably be OOC but I am trying to keep the characters all the same. This story is AU (alternate universe) so the aging of demons and half demons are the same. (Mainly because Tsukiyomi’s challenge was that they knew each other when they were kids and the aging of demons and half demons in the series makes that impossible, so yeah…) and obviously Inuyasha’s as well as other characters backgrounds will be different.

Chapter One.

A boy stood at a cross roads as he carried a bundle of inks and paper. His tiny body shivered as the wind came rushing towards him, the scarlet leaves danced around him. His angelic features were heightened as his white hair floated gently around his face. His body was thin but defined, and his tiny dog like ears pocked from beneath his locks.

He stood there and thought of his master. The young boy’s delicate face adorned a stare heavy with longing; the powerful demon lord Sesshomaru was his master. His lord’s shining silver hair flowed gracefully when he walked, his facial markings were laid out perfectly upon his gorgeous face, and his pail muscular body shone with heavenly glory when the sun hit him. He didn’t realize it but his tiny tail was wagging. (a/n: yes people he has a tail, so leave me alone. -.-) The young hanyou could not help but feel an attraction to his cold master.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a hand graze softly against his bottom; he felt it stroke his tail gently. He let out a yelp as he felt himself being pinched lightly. He recognized the smell emitting heavily from behind him. It was impossible to determine when the wolf demon would pop up on him since his sent lingered everywhere. He quickly turned around; clutching the ink and paper tightly to his chest. His face was as pink as cherry blossoms and his wide eyes gazed at Kouga with an almost frightened expression. Kouga’s crystal eyes stared back at him; they were filled with a lusting gleam. The hanyou was startled as he felt Kouga’s arm wrap itself around his tiny waist. He glared at the ookami youkai as his grip became tighter. “Hello Inuyasha,” his deep voice husked as he leaned closer to the hanyou. He smirked as he felt Inuyasha squirm under him.

Violence was one thing not permitted among the slaves. “Kouga you are going to get us into trouble!” he hissed. Kouga stood at least 4 inches taller than him and his full youkai body brooded above his little one.

Kouga’s expression didn’t change with the half-demon’s objections. “I am glad I was able to sneak off today to see you,” he purred lowly at him. Kouga’s advances had become more aggressive lately and it was a mystery to him.

“I have to finish my errands,” his clawed hand clutched the paper with greater force.

“Don’t be silly puppy.” He leaned in even further. “I want to play” his voice was now seductive and raspy. His thoughts about Inuyasha were much stronger as he felt the desire in the air for the hanyou from other demons. His youki demanded Inuyasha’s ownership. His grip was now so tight that the hanyou was whimpering in pain of his crushing arm.

“NNnn, Kouga let go” he gapped.

“No” he stated simply. His face came down to Inuyasha’s lips; his now millimeters from touching. The hanyou was not about to kiss so willingly. One clawed hand was now digging into the larger demon drawing a small amount of blood. His face was turned to the side. He knew he could fend off the wolf demon, but not without getting into trouble. This made him panic. Just as he was about to push Kouga away their embrace was abruptly interrupted.

“That’s it you miserable little half-breed slut! You’re probably too busy whoring yourself to any demon to finish your work!!” shouted a slave master. The slave masters were allowed to punish any wondering slaves who had been misbehaving. He covered his angered face as he looked down at the ground. His expression was quickly changed when he felt the crack of a whip lash out across his angelic face. His ears were now flattened upon his head as he winced painfully. The whippings were not foreign to the hanyou but he had never been stuck in the face. He felt dizzy as blood dripped from his cheek slowly. He knew Kouga wasn’t foolish enough to protect him; slave masters were skilled fighters and would kill any slave who dared to attack them.

If only the slave master knew he was beating Inuyasha. Slave to Sesshomaru; Lord of western lands.

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Contrary to popular belief, the lord of the western lands did not have a castle with thousands of servants bustling around. He only resided in a small manor with himself and a few slaves. He often sent Inuyasha far away to run small errands so he would not have him in his presence. Sesshomaru sat gracefully gazing down at a land treaty. His expression was that of complete dissatisfaction but Sesshomaru’s cold exterior was far from what brewed deep within him. The young hanyou had captured his every desire even as they were children. He closed his eyes, his need was getting far worse as he smelled the hanyoukai’s scent in the wind. He tried to steady his breath but it quivered as he thought about Inuyasha. It was Sesshomaru; Lord of the western lands best kept secret. He was in love. In love with a half-breed, a hanyoukai.

No, love wasn’t even strong enough to describe the yearning he felt. His chest ached at the sight of him, his every fantasy was the hanyoukai, his face grew hot at the thought of Inuyasha submitting to him, his fingers trembled at the thought of touching him, his breathing became labored and his thoughts were intoxicated with the hanyoukai’s sent, and at the presence of the hanyoukai it took every shred of his being to stop himself from throwing him onto the ground and taking him forever as his own.

The wanton desire was pushed back into the depths of his mind and into the dark shadows of his heart. Being Lord of the western lands had taken a toll on his free will. If his enemies had gotten word of him desires they would surely hurt Inuyasha; and that was something he would not permit.

He recalled the first moment he set eyes on the hanyoukai ever so clearly even despite his young age at the time. He was just a tiny whelp and refused to have a slave. His father insisted on him having one, any demon of important status had a slave. When he learned his father had bought him an inu hanyoukai as a slave he was enraged. The next ruler of the western lands having a filthy half-demon as a slave? It was preposterous. But as soon as he saw him, so cute and innocent; he was taken aback. His rosy cheeks and pouted lips, those adorable ears and his cute tail. He remembered the way it started to wag when they first met. The young Inu-youkai was completely stunned to say the least. A young hanyoukai, even younger than himself had stood nervously beside his father waiting to be presented. He was the most precious thing he ever laid eyes on.

He could not believe the blasphemy that was coming from himself. He could not fathom what others would think if they found out his inner most thoughts. He had told himself countless amount of times to stop such feelings, but his youki scoffed at the idea. It screamed every time another demon or demoness had looked at the beautiful hanyoukai with a lustful glare. He smelled their desires and it made him fume with anger. The lust for the hanyoukai had been brewing for centuries and it was about to boil over.

A gust of wind brought the fresh sent of blood, Inuyasha’s blood. His mind was reeling. Who dared to hurt his hanyoukai? He let out a territorial growl as the scent got stronger. He now smelled the ookami youkai who often lurked where ever his hanyoukai was. His ragged aura emitted in a wide radius as he stormed angrily out of his manor. His senses told him where to find Inuyasha. His eyes were slowly blazing crimson as he rushed away. The wind flowed though his hair and his pace grew faster and faster. The scent of blood became more thick in the air. The trees were like cascading olive blurs around him as he sped through the forest. Sesshomaru came to a stop as the caught the overwhelming scent at a crossroads.

The daiyoukai gazed at the little scene unfolding. The ookami slave stood motionless with halted anger and a slave master; standing over his Inuyasha, whip in hand. A tiny body laid crumpled on the ground; slumped from the head trauma that had taken place. The small hanyoukai’s beautiful face was mauled with lash marks and stained with tears, his frail body was mangled in an odd positing and he could hear the tiniest whimper coming from him. This Sesshomaru could not contain his anger. He jolted towards the slave master; effectively ripping off an arm. The scarlet blood splattered across his silk like outfit, his hair, his face, and the wolf demon slave standing bewildered behind him. The slave master trembled as he looked at his discarded arm and then back to Sesshomaru. Who was now extending a clawed hand dripping in poison.

“L…lord…Sess…homaru.” He gasped. He knew instantly what he had done wrong. There were whispers around the western lands regarding how possessive their lord was. The slave master had also heard of the lords first slave that he had known since childhood. The slave master had held feelings unknown to him. It was fear. Tremendous horror was now coursing through his veins. Blood trailed the ground and dripped down the now bloodied stump.

“Slave master. You have attacked my hanyoukai, meaning you have directly attacked me.” He growled. It didn’t matter that slave master had permission of punish slaves; Inuyasha was his. Kouga and the slave master could feel the venom pouring out from his mouth. His eyes were almost completely red as murderous thoughts flashed through his mind. His very image depicted bloody murder. Kouga was about to step towards Inuyasha to make sure he was alright, but was stopped when he heard Sesshomaru chest rumble a low growl. Kouga’s normally stubborn and whimsical behavior was put to a stop; he knew if he made one step towards Sesshomaru’s slave, he would be butchered by the ragging demon lord. His hands cracked as they tensed and pulsed with the urge to dismember.

Inuyasha’s body started to shift as his demon blood began to flow more rapidly. Sessomaru’s ears picked up on the heavier breathing and glanced to his side and to the hanyoukai. The slave master waited his painful death and clenched his eyes shut. Inuyasha stirred in his now conscious state. The foil stench of blood hit his nose in a wave as the wind came rushing towards him; successfully filling his nose with the vile odor. The turned his head to the side trying to avoid it, his thoughts were distracted from trying to keep the scent away, then from actually finding out where it was coming from. His eyes; which were still closed, tensed as he tried to concentrate on the smells around him. Sesshomaru’s aura hit him first.

He had halted his groaning in attempt to pretend he was alright but he winced from the sharp pain in his body and face. He touched his fleshy left cheek gently with one finger and hissed at the pain. An unwanted tear fell from his swollen eye, and his attempts at being strong failed miserably. Sesshomaru growled at the smell of Inuyasha’s fresh tears and he picked the slave master by one hand and tossed the body to his side discarding as if he were a rag doll. Inuyasha slowly struggled to get back onto his feet but made his way.

Inuyasha stood with his hair covering his face. He was ashamed that his master had to come to his rescue and he was dreading the foul words he was sure would be directed towards him. He waited and Sesshomaru just stood in front of him staring. Unknown to the hanyou, Sesshomaru had the unbelievable urge to whisk the hanyou away and carry him securely in his arms. Sesshomaru however did nothing to display these thoughts and turned around and started to walk to direction of his manor.

“Can you walk?” Sesshomaru’s cool and collected voice had successfully masked the self hatred he had for not showing the hanyoukai more affection.

Inuyasha nodded even though Sesshomaru did not face him. He signed and thought to himself. ‘Does he hate me that much that he can’t even look at me..?’ Inuyasha could not put together the uncharacteristic behavior Sesshomaru sometimes showed and failed to notice the slight signs of just how much he really carred. “I can…” his voice was distant and he was lost in his own thoughts.

The youkai lord did not respond, as he had fear of what he might say. He shot a chilly stare to the wolf demon who still stood there watching Inuyasha. The familiar feelings were sparked again with Inuyasha in such a close radius of him. His urge to hold Inuyasha in his arms became overwhelming when he could sense Inuyasha’s distant and pained expression. If it weren’t for the fact that slaves were not to leave their masters unless told by their masters and were to be executed for such disloyalties; he was sure Inuyasha would have been gone with the wind long before.

Sesshomaru pushed his thoughts back down into the darkness and he motioned for Inuyasha to follow. Kouga knew better than to upset the lord even further by pestering his hanyoukai. He might be after Inuyasha as a lover, but he wasn’t about to die for it. He kneeled down into one knee and gazed up at Sesshomaru in a sign of supplication. It was mandatory as all slaves to acknowledge other lords and great demons if they had been sent a warning. He in fact had been sent many in the short amount of time they were in each others presence. The ookami youkai stared as the hanyou never lifted his head from its depressed state and followed his master. He refrained for the frustrated huff he was about to let out as Inuyasha severely submitted to all Sesshomaru’s motions and words.

Sesshomaru didn’t even bother to look at the wolf demon again. He despised that sorry excuse for a youkai, and the only thing stopping him from disposing of that filth was he would be attacking part a nearby demon merchant by attacking his slave. Inuyasha remained silent as he saw Kouga supplicate to his master reluctantly through the peaks he saw through his long locks of dove hair. The hanyou was sure he would be in for a punishment once they had gotten back. He wanted to growl but refrained from such foolish behavior. He always cursed the state of how social status was determined in these situations. If one of your parents were a slave, in was inevitable you would a slave. The only way for a slave to abolish their low status was if they married or mated high. If they were set free, they would just be considered freelance. His mother was a slave, just like her parents before her. His mother had been raped and she was an unwed mother; even if the demon who had rapped her had been of important status he would still be slave. It was a mystery to him how she loved his so dearly. Inuyasha shook his head at the thought of his mother.

She was like a glistening star in the midnight sky. But like all stars there was a time their light would stop shining. She was mortal, he was a hanyou. He only appeared to be a small 5 year old child when he really was much older when she passed. His mother had died of old age and he was left all alone in the world. Until him, the Inu no Taisho had come across his path. He stood miles above him and his good natured heart warmed up to the poor child. That’s when he met Sesshomaru; his master from that day ‘til present. The only explanation he had for why Sesshmaru kept him around was pity for his despicable hanyou hide. If Sesshomaru had heard that he would have confirmed it; lying through his fangs. Inuyasha’s small body shuddered from another gust of wind.

Sesshomaru continued to walk slowly in attempts to cover what he really desired. He wanted to be alone with Inuyasha. Even if he knew he hurt the hanyou constantly, he selfishly did not discharge the hanyou of his duties to him. Inuyasha was his, and his alone.


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Youki- a demons inner being, at least that’s what I thought.
Hanyou/hanyoukai- half demon
Ookami- a Japanese wolf
Youkai- demon