Seven Days : The Pact

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“Papa, how come I don’t have a mother?” A young SesshoMaru, appearing about five years old, asked as he sat on his father’s lap.

Inutaisho cast soft eyes upon his son, “You did have a mother, but she had to attend to her duty and she is no longer with us.”

SesshoMaru frowned as he moved on his father’s lap to face his father’s face better, cupping his father’s cheeks, “Don’t lie to me. Who was my mother, why did she leave me?”
Inutaisho gave a sad smile, “SesshoMaru, she was a great Miko in these land. It was not her intention to have a child but she gave birth to you, she did love you and gave you your name, knowing who you will be in the future.” He adjusted his son to sit comfortably back on his lap, “You’re young but you are smart, I suppose it is time to tell you about our lineage.”

SesshoMaru glanced at the desk that was in front of them, his father unrolled a scroll before them, revealing detailed picture of the Western land, the inuyoukai in their true form, images of battle and many more.

“You know we are of the Silver Inu Clan, the most unique and powerful youkai in all of the lands.” Inutaisho started and felt his son’s head nod and continued as he traced his finger upon the image, “A long time ago, we were aplenty, male and female, ruling the entire Japan and most of the world unknown to human. However, we were also arrogant and cruel, at the same time selfish as well. The male inu fought over the females, it wasn’t until all the female were killed…” He paused at the morbid image of female inu lying, scattered across the land, torn and in blood.

SesshoMaru looked up to his father, “So, that mean, there’s no way to breed?”

“That’s right.” Inutaisho sighed and continued on, “The Kami-Sama wasn’t happy. He cursed all of the Silver Inu Clan, since we had no female to keep our lineage pure. There were ways that we can go on but it would take to mixing our lineage, sully the blood of the Silver Inus. That’s why we have black, brown and red clans, but the Silver are the most powerful.” SesshoMaru unrolled the rest of the scroll, allowing his father to continue. “One of our ancestors found a way, it was purely accidental, he had mated with a Miko and she gave birth to full Silver Inu. Only the pure and the strongest could mate with a powerful Miko and get a pure inu child.”
“If that is true then why all of the Silver Inu born to Miko are male?” SesshoMaru asked as he studied the image on the scroll.

Inutaisho shook his head, “It’s a curse by Kami-Sama, he did not want the Silver Inu to ever have any female inu. He cursed our lineage to only have male heir, he would not have his daughters to be killed and maimed like before.”
“So, when I grow up, I have to find a miko?” SesshoMaru asked as the scroll came to end.

Inutaisho patted his son’s head, “That’s not for you to worry now, you’re young, you have centuries before you can bother having an heir. But yes, to keep our lineage pure, you would have to find a powerful miko, a willing one to give you an heir.”
“That’s why mother was willing but she didn’t stay because you and she are not mate?”

“That’s right. Your mother has duties to do… but in the end, it killed her.”

SesshoMaru nodded as he glanced at the painting of his mother in another scroll, she was beautiful, with long black hair and pale skin. She was donned in miko garb with armors. On her forehead was small red cross and her eyes were blue. He wondered what kind of woman she was then figured, it didn’t mattered, the good thing she did was to bring him in the world and that was it, which was the only thing she was good for.

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Years passed, SesshoMaru grew and by the seven hundredth turn of the century since his birth, it was time for his coming of age passage. He was to meet with the Clan’s elders with his father.

They went to the mountain where the elders lived and soon, SesshoMaru met with three of them. They were the last of the true Silver Inu, the one who remembered the ancient time when the world begun. Three of them held air of age old wisdom, looking very aged and SesshoMaru found them to be very uptight old croaks.

“A strong son, you did well, Inutaisho.” The first croaked as he peered at SesshoMaru.

“What is he called?” The second asked.

Inutaisho turned to his son, “SesshoMaru, the killing perfection.”

“Strong name, who named him?” The third asked as he poked SesshoMaru’s arm.

SesshoMaru frowned at the third elder and moved his arm away.

“His mother.” Inutaisho replied.

The second hobbled toward SesshoMaru, “Fine face, not like your, must be his mother’s feature. Tell us, who was his mother?”

Inutaisho replied with indifference, “She was Midoriko.”

The three elders turned to each other and whispered. SesshoMaru caught on few words such as Shikon no Tama, cursed, Miko, and finally deadline.

The first turned to SesshoMaru, “You, you are young but you must comply by the request we gave your father. Give us the age, that by then, you promise to find a Miko and create an heir to pass on the lineage.”

SesshoMaru glanced at his father and saw him nod. He didn’t like to be forced but he knew he had to comply with the elder’s wishes; it was upon his shoulder to keep the lineage going. Deciding to give him time and room to search for a Miko, “One thousand and fifty three…” He had intended to finish the sentence with ‘years from now’ but was interrupted.

“Good, good, by your one thousand and fifty three year, on the morning after the full moon of the month, you must have a Miko impregnated with the next heir.”

Appalled and affronted, he growled softly and felt his father clap his hand on his shoulder to shut him up. He quieted and glared at the three old men. Soon, they left the mountain and SesshoMaru let loose growl of frustration as they were out of range.

Inutaisho chuckled as he turned to his son, “SesshoMaru, I know what you had intended to do, so did they, but they will not wait another thousand years before the lineage is passed on. Here’s a warning, if you do not find a Miko and a week before the full moon, they will find one and give her to you, and you will have no choice.”

SesshoMaru growled, standing his ground, “A human is not worth my time, let alone a Miko.” He turned and took off.

Inutaisho shook his head, watching his son retreat in a huff. “Don’t worry; you will understand… having a son is worth it.” He murmured and turned into opposite direction, heading toward his palace.

Upon the beach, the snow was falling and the cold was bitter. The full moon shone upon the two inuyoukai.

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SesshoMaru, a century turn later stood behind his father, gazing at him with cool stares. “Are you going, father?” He had learned recently that his father had found a mate, a human woman. However, Ryukotsusei had left him battered and wounded. Now, his mate was in labor and perhaps, danger from a human male.

Inutaisho looked over the ocean, his blood dripped from his arm to his claws, staining the pristine snow below. “Are you going to stop me, SesshoMaru?”

SesshoMaru narrowed his gaze upon his father. He could smell death coming upon his father. “I am not going to stop you. However, before that, I would like the fangs, Sou’Unga, Tessaiga to be handed over to me.” He deliberately left out the third one, the healing sword because he found it had no use for him.

Inutaisho turned his head to his son, pride swelled within him to see his son a strong inuyoukai, and he knew that SesshoMaru would be a great taiyoukai. However it pained him that his son was closed off, rather selfish. “If I say I won’t give them to you… would you kill your own father?” He asked, waiting for his son’s reaction and found none, “Do you desire power that much? Why do you seek power?” He asked.

SesshoMaru tilted his head up, in gesture of arrogant and pride, “I must travel the path of conquest… power is necessary in order to walk that path.”

Inutaisho smirked, Killing Perfection, he had thought Midoriko was being humorist by naming him such but now, his son, older and before him, he was truly a killing perfection, living up to his name. “Conquest, huh? SesshoMaru, is there something you want to protect?” He had to ask, for one of the swords was created to protect with its destructive power.

SesshoMaru raised his hand, flicking his claw out, ready to attack, “Something to protect? I have no need to pursue such an endeavor.” As the muscle coiled in his arm, his father transformed in his true form and took off to the sky. Lowering his arm, he would wait until his father is surely dead before he could get the two swords he desired.

Little he knew; he would not get the swords he desired but the healing one two hundred and fifty years later. The Sou’Unga disappeared from the land without trace while the Tessaiga was passed off to his half brother, the hanyou who were born that very night.

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AN:

Thought I’d post this story up already. It’s been sitting in my file for quiet a while and I decided to actually get around and finish it. I got few chapters finished, will be posting it every week on Thursday, there are about 10 chapters planned, it might go up to 14, depending how I get the ending. This is my first SesshoMaru/Kagome pairing story I actually gotten around to putting in work. I hope you all enjoy it. It’s not much, but I like to write.