Author's Note: Originally written for the LJ Community koinuchaos for their Inuyasha/daycare prompt.

Warnings: Inucest, Puppy-claiming (not graphic but evident)

A Time to Stop Asking Questions

What was it you thought you were doing, father, when you brought the bastard hanyou into the world? When you claimed the frail human female with her fleeting allure and promised her immortality through your bloodline? Stopping time for the moment, were you, that you might feel more alive by comparison to her brief existence? Sire, what words did she give to convince you that mortals have any place in the lives and world of youkai? Or was she merely silent and submissive, worshipful and obedient as only an inferior creature can be? Did she so flatter your massive, rapacious, yet uneasy ego that you could not resist giving her both your love and your seed?

Never mind, my Lord. I have—by need and by temperament—dispensed with seeking answers to such questions. You and the mortal are dead now, and you have left behind a being who renders my questions both moot and trivial. Your ignoble act has as its culmination a twofold legacy: your wasteful demise and the Inuyasha's wasteful existence.

See now from your throne in the beyond, father: here he sits, at my feet, eating food too rich for his lowly status. I have provided him nourishment to shove in his starving muzzle. Here he sits, dressed in garments ill-befitting a hanyou bastard in their fineness. I have clothed him warmly to fight off the cold in his shivering body. He came, scratching at my door, alone and bereft, outcast among human and youkai alike--as his heritage decrees. I could not send him away to die, Papa.

On the contrary. I brought him in and tore his ragged clothes from his body. His instincts served him well as he lay, belly up, as I brought my nose and my mouth to taste the little life before me. I sniffed his inhuman ears, and licked them clean of long days in the wild with no one to care for him. I nuzzled beneath his arms and between his legs, laving him with greedy tongue, feeding upon his alien scent and his sweet submission. I lost myself in him for long moments as he whined and submitted himself to me. I turned him onto hands and knees and mock mounted him, as you did to me, father, to remind me who I am and who is Lord. And now that I am Lord, it seemed deeply right to show him his place, too. Then, only then, did I summon servants to bring food and garments.

Why have I done this? I imagine your grin as I ask myself such a question. The wondering plagues me. But it is easily silenced when my fangs scrape the pup's throat and he whines so prettily. Perhaps it is time to stop asking questions and simply live.