Title: Blood of My Blood
Author: Sakata Ri Houjun
Category: Sick Puppy, Purple Bruise
Pairing: Inuyasha/random youkai
Warnings: Yaoi, rape/ncs, child abuse
Disclaimer: I'm not Rumiko Takahashi, therefore I have no real claim to these characters.
Summary: After the death of his mother, the child hanyou, Inuyasha, is found by his half brother, Sesshomaru, but is it out of mercy or...?
Notes: Though I wrote this fic, the original idea was conceived by my friend and RP partner, Jamie. Special thanks to Munky for being a great beta at the last minute.
Inuyasha sat among a nest of blankets in
his room, cocooned in the flowery perfume of his mother yet
finding no comfort from the ghost of her scent or the false heat
of the sheets that used to adorn her bed. His tiny body was still
covered with bruises and scrapes, the fresh wounds of his last
beating not yet completely healed, but he was clean and fed, at
least. The robes he wore were simple; the outer layer was a
blue-line pattern over white and the inner was just blue.
Inuyasha couldnt complain. After all, he could have been
tossed out to the wilderness by his mother's relatives, or worse
yet killed as the abomination they saw him to be.
He looked around the room with
half-lidded golden eyes. It was far from the main part of the
mansion, as though he were nothing more than a dirty secret to
his mother's prestigious relatives. Like his robes, it was
simple, consisting of a futon and table, a single oil lamp
burning. The hanyou supposed that he should have felt lucky to
have gotten the room at all, but in reality, he didnt. In
fact, he felt like the most hapless person to walk the earth at
the moment. His mother, the only person who ever cared for him,
was dead and he had been beaten relentlessly since the funeral
now that he no longer had her protection.
Inuyasha frowned, arms wrapped around
himself as he thought. It wasnt supposed to have happened
this way. Why had his mother left him? Why did she have to fall
ill? Why did her family feel obligated to put up with his
presence if he wasn't welcomed among them? Initially, it would
serve a better purpose for them to be rid of the hanyou than
having him remain here. Right now, he was taking up space and
eating food they might need. It would have been easier to just
kill him or abandon him, Inuyasha knew. So why hadnt they?
His questions went unanswered; as they
had been ever since the day he first heard the word 'hanyou' and
watched his mother cry. Inuyasha brought his knees up to his
chest and wrapped his arms around them, breathing in the only
remnants of his mother's presence. He couldnt cry. His body
had already realized that crying meant pain, and thus crying was
unacceptable. Part of him desperately wanted to cry, though, just
to rid himself of the awful feeling in his heart. It was guilt;
his mother had died because of him. Everything that happened
since then was of his own doing, since he was born a half-breed.
His body was trembling. At that moment,
Inuyasha wanted nothing more than to join his mother. Then he
wouldnt have this horrible pain in his heart, he would be
with her, he would be happy...
Out in the hallway he could hear the
faint sounds of feet padding against worn wood, footsteps drawing
nearer with a grave certainty that he was in for another night of
abuse. It had been the same every evening ever since the funeral;
one relative or another showed up in his room to curse his
existence and strike him as though it were his punishment for
committing the sin of being born different. Each echoing step
brought a greater dread to his heart and he inwardly steeled
himself against the inevitable pain that was to come.
The door to his room slid open and
Inuyasha flinched, snuggling further into his mother's blankets,
as though they could provide the same protection she had from the
abuse. A long moment passed, seeming an eternity as the small boy
simply waited, hoping deep inside that tonight's assailant would
leave him be for once. From within his warm ball of false safety,
a new scent penetrated his senses, a dormant instinct coming to
life at the almost metallic smell. Very faint, almost indictable,
it tickled at his nose.
Curious, he lifted his head from the
shelter of fine linen, wide golden eyes focusing through the
semi-darkness to the figure silhouetted in the doorway. At first
glance all he could see was long hair that gleamed in the
flickering lamplight, almost pure white in color, curtaining a
narrow face that was more beautiful than his mother's. However
the eyes that stared back at him were expressionless and cold, as
though carved from stone. He could smell the deep earthy scent of
an animal and noted downy fur that was draped over one shoulder,
almost blending in with the long hair. But all the same, the
little hanyou was awestruck, dumbfounded by the sheer beauty of
the stranger that stood before him, like an angel. But did this
unearthly creature bring hope or death for him?
"Come," the figure stated in a
flat voice as expressionless as its eyes, a simple command that
left no room for argument on Inuyasha's part. The boy had no
choice but to obey, climbing out from beneath the blankets, his
silver bangs falling into his eyes as he made his way across the
floor towards the towering creature that captivated him so. One
hand lifted gracefully, the sharp tips of claws beckoning him
closer still. But Inuyasha hesitated, the first stirrings of fear
clutching at his heart, for when that hand lifted the unusual
scent returned, stronger than before, thick enough to leave a
faint taste in his mouth. But with it also came the pungent aroma
of some exotic perfume, deep and musky.
The barest of sighs escaped the figure
before he knelt down, one fluid movement that put him at
eye-level with the boy, dark eyes meeting those nervous and
mistrusting golden orbs. "You are to come with me, away from
these humans who do not want you." He held out his hand,
those dangerous tips mere inches away from his face. Inuyasha
stared at them in wonder and fear, heart leaping into his throat
as his imagined those sharp points slicing his flesh to ribbons.
Swallowing convulsively, the boy lifted
his eyes to meet the gaze of the beautiful figure, noticing so
much more detail of this unearthly creature now that he was
closer. "Y-you're...youkai...aren't you...?" He asked
hesitantly, still afraid of the unearthly creature before him.
A moment of silence passed before the
pale and slender vision bowed his head, only marginally so in
affirmation. "My father was a powerful and fearsome dog
youkai, one whose blood also flows through your veins as
well." As Inuyasha blinked in astonishment at this new
information, the youkai continued. "Though our mothers were
different, you and I share that same father."
Finally the truth behind the youkai's
words registered within Inuyasha's mind and his eyes widened.
"Y-you mean...we're brothers?" Even as he voiced this
question, he knew it to be true, instinctively. And it made sense
after the countless beatings and insults slung at him. Though he
had never known just who his father was, he had heard whispered
in the hallways of the mansion that he was a monster because of
the blood of his father that made him different from other
children. His mother had always called him special and loved him
unconditionally, but to everyone else he was an abomination to be
either ignored or treated cruelly.
The youkai didn't answer Inuyasha's
question, but his eyes glinted a bit in the low lamplight as his
delicate-seeming hand lifted above the boy's head, drawing
Inuyasha's gaze with it, following those taloned fingers until
they touched the velvety tip of one pointed ear. The boy's ear
twitched in response to the light caress, unused to anyone
touching that part of his body. But surprisingly the touch was
gentle as the smooth fingertip brushed through the fur of his ear
and he couldn't help but relax, a new hope welling in his heart
at the thought of finally being accepted by family again.
A ghost of a smile blossomed on the
hanyou's face as he closed the distance between them, hugging the
youkai with as much strength a child could muster, relieved to no
longer be alone in the world. After a moment's pause, one hand
rested against his shoulder, returning the embrace yet
maintaining an air of distance between them. But Inuyasha didn't
"You may refer to me as
Sesshomaru," the youkai replied evenly as he stood, breaking
the child's embrace. Inuyasha gazed up at him, such trust
shimmering in his golden eyes, an expression met by an almost
cryptic smirk from his brother before he slowly led him outside
his room. The mansion itself was eerily quiet as though the
bustling household was home to ghosts, a fact that was lost on
the hanyou child as he remained wrapped within the earthy scent
of his half-brother's fur while being led outside past the
blood-soaked hallways of his once-home and into the night.
Inuyasha found himself before a
wondrously carved door. It stood in the middle of a beautifully
sculpted hall that was adorned with priceless paintings and other
lovely items. Ornate lanterns flickered a dim light, the polished
wood of the floor reflecting it back up to create moving shadows
along the corridor. Everything around him screamed of wealth and
prestige, more elegant than the mansion he had lived in until
recently. In all of his life, Inuyasha had never seen anything of
this caliber of work, as though it weren't created of human
It was of ample size, he could tell; the
hanyou didnt even have to have proper lighting to know that
his newfound brothers quarters would be inordinately
spacious. He heard the door close behind him, and suddenly, a
dire feeling struck him. Inuyasha could feel an abrupt sense of
fear creep into his form. He had always been highly susceptible
to feelings and instincts, and this case was no exception. In
fact, the fear was so strong that Inuyasha found himself
shivering even as he clung to the silky fabric that clothed his
Are you cold? Sesshomaru's
gentle voice asked. The small hanyou fidgeted nervously, the
portent of fear growing stronger with every second that passed.
Are you cold? The tall
youkai repeated, showing no real hint of either annoyance or true
concern in either his voice or expression.
The child lifted his head, gazing up at
his only family, searching for the warm affection that his mother
had always shown yet finding none. Inuyasha shook his head in
response, wide golden eyes never leaving the flawless face of his
savior and only family.
A deceptively delicate hand came down on
his shoulder and Inuyasha tensed, used to being hit and slapped.
He wasn't used to the almost gentle way Sesshomaru was treating
him. The impassive youkai replied, Youre
The boy didnt move. His mind was
alert with the feeling of terror, heart thudding like a trapped
bird behind his ribs. A small voice in his mind told him to run
away as quickly as possible. But he ignored it, pushing it aside
with the rationalization that this was his brother, his only
family. Surely Sesshomaru would protect and love him just as his
Even as he slept, the portent of fear
still managed to invade his dreams, shattering the fragile
illusion of peace he found within the image of his mother's
gently smiling face. Slowly he stirred into wakefulness, eyes
slitting opening to a cast of moonlight across his face. His
clawed fingers curled together, as his vision slowly came into
focus, and he drew in a calming breath. One side to the next, he
let his eyes draw across the room, less ornate than the hallway
of his brother mansion but still beautiful even in the darkness.
Yet there was something that made his body cold, his bones chill,
and he wrapped his young arms around his small frame as he sat
up. It was then that he noticed something slithering within the
shadows against the wall, creeping towards him like an impending
"W-wh--who's there?" He
whispered meekly, his voice barely above a whisper. The hanyou
was answered by something rough and dry sliding itself across his
bare leg. He jerked, and drew himself in tight, heart pounding
hard in his chest as he attempted to focus on the intruder.
Suddenly the moonlight cast upon the floor tinted crimson, as a
phantom hand drew the blood-colored curtains across the window.
Silhouettes cast themselves across the floor, misshapen shadows
unlike those of humans. Murmuring voices spoke among themselves
in tones too low for the boy to make out clearly, yet the
seemingly vile way they conversed gave substance to the dread
that had been lurking in Inuyasha's heart since the moment he had
set foot into his brother's mansion.
While the creatures hiding in the
shadows distracted him, the same hand crept along his leg again;
sharp claws dragging dangerously across his skin as it traveled
up his thigh. Before the child could jerk away from the unwanted
touch, a force threw him backward against the futon, knocking the
breath from his lungs. A horribly inhuman face loomed above his
own, grinning evilly, sharp needle-like teeth glinting in the
sparse light. The red eyes of the frightening youkai glinted with
carnal fervor as its other hand pinned down the hanyou's arm in a
grip that could surely crush his fragile bones.
Inuyasha was frozen in panic, his amber
eyes wide. Briefly, the thought of screaming flitted through his
mind, but before he could do anything, the youkai leaned down and
roughly kissed him on the mouth, sharp teeth piercing his lips.
The boy tried to jerk away, but there was an infinitely tight
grip on his arm, preventing escape. It felt like hours before he
was finally released and allowed to breathe, and he found himself
gasping for oxygen, his body trembling in fear.
The youkai took advantage of his
startled reaction, and Inuyasha was roughly dragged over to the
futon. The child was shaking and whimpering, and his mind
screamed in circles, never ending and getting nowhere. Vaguely,
he felt himself being pushed onto the mattress, held down by a
pair of strong arms, such strength in those limbs that could
certainly crush his tiny frame, but all he could feel was a
mixture of fear and confusion. What was going on?
His thoughts were cut off as his body
suddenly decided to respond to the violation. Inuyasha lashed out
desperately, trying to make the man release him, his claws
digging into flesh. The youkai flinched only slightly, but merely
grabbed both of his wrists in one swift movement and pinned them
above his head. Squirming helplessly, Inuyasha could only watch
as his assailant straddled him, reaching a free hand down to
untie his robes. Suddenly, Inuyasha realized with startling
clarity what was happening.
No! No, no, stop! Inuyasha
cried out, struggling to free himself from the creatures
grasp. His cries went unnoticed his struggles in vain, and
Inuyasha was forced to lie under the youkai. He was trembling;
his golden eyes wide and full of fear, but Inuyasha could feel
with a certain sense of dread that his terror wasnt going
to bother the man above him. In fact, Inuyasha heard the youkai
speaking, an iniquitous smile on his face.
Silence, hanyou! The youkai
commanded as the outer layer of Inuyasha robes came loose. The
boy continued to struggle, panic overwhelming him, but the
monster paid him no mind.
No, no, please! Inuyasha
pleaded, squirming and trying to free himself from the
creatures grasp. Stop! In a moment, his inner
robes came loose, and Inuyasha turned his head in panic, only to
spy his brother standing in the doorway, his tall frame lit by
the lamps that lined the corridor. Renewed hope built within the
child and he managed to wrench one hand free from his assailant,
reaching out towards Sesshomaru instead of fighting back. His
brother had rescued him once before, surely he'd come to his aid
now and save him from this monster. Surely...
But the impassive youkai merely watched,
no emotion flickering in his cold gaze. Inuyasha strained, the
same fear that had taken hold of his heart when he first ventured
into his brother's mansion clamping around him in an icy grip.
"Brother!" he called out. "Help me!"
An eternity seemed to pass as he waited
for some reaction, some show of power to stop the youkai who
touched him from commiting this disgusting act. But the moment of
waiting passed as something tore through his young body, the pain
clouding his vision, and his screams were lost to the deaf ears
of Sesshomaru. Inuyasha clawed at the creature that had invaded
his body, writhing in agony as his virginity was ripped from him
forcibly. Before he could even fathom the true horror of what had
been done to him, the youkai had already begun moving in a rough
rhythm, pounding into his body with such a carnal passion, his
claws rending young, pale flesh, blood pouring from fresh wounds,
lubricating the rapist's entry.
And as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying
to block out the lustful face of his assailant, he could hear the
quiet voice of his brother, a simple statement that struck him
straight to his heart. "This is all a mutt half-breed is
Suddenly a howl-like cry filled his ears
and Inuyashas eyes snapped open as something filled him yet
It wasnt blood though.
It was the youkais essence
Before the weight of this reality could
come crashing down on the stupefied child, the spent youkai had
withdrawn, only to be replaced with another, a furred face
burying itself in his lap to lick greedily at the blood that
still flowed from his torn opening. Shocked back to his senses by
this violating action, Inuyasha began to struggle but a
thick-fingered hand clamped down around his neck like a vise,
warning him without words to cease.
Inuyasha tried to fight but the strong
hold on his neck was too tight and he could no longer feel his
legs. The liquid that clung between his ass cheeks was beginning
to make him sick and the lack of air he was getting to his lungs
was making him light headed. The edges of his vision were
beginning to black out and he could no longer really hear the
lewd comments directed at him from the youkai that still waited
in the shadows for their turn. The hanyou was vaguely aware of
the leaving of the tight hand. But he could feel his body protest
as he was flipped over and slammed against the floor. Cheek
against the smooth grain of the wood, Inuyasha thought he made a
but his throat felt so swollen, that he wasnt
really sure. His head felt so clouded and his eyes began to haze
over; the boy didnt even feel them rip away the remnants of
his clothing. He couldnt even feel the chill in the air.
Youre gonna like this like
the mutt you are, a gravelly voice whispered roughly in his
ear before teeth bit into the silver-furred tip.
And suddenly the searing, unbelievable
pain returned, shooting through his body, chasing away the
numbness. Inuyasha screamed, eyes widening and awakening from his
dream haze in a mille-second as his second rapist pushed
mercilessly into him, reopening the slowly healing wounds left
NO!! Inuyasha screamed,
horrifying pain coursing through every muscle, through every
nerve of his body. Throwing his head back, the child was ready to
let out another scream when the cold, powerful hand circled
around his neck again and choked off his air supply. Inuyasha
hissed and whimpered pathetically as he felt something being
emptying into him again.
Inuyasha was aware of something wet
trailing down his cheeks. Tears. He was crying. But the tears
might as well not have been there because no matter how hard he
cried, no matter how hard he tried to plea, they wouldnt
stop. As this youkai got off his small body, another came in to
take his place, brutal and vicious in his motions, not even
giving the poor hanyou a chance to recover.
The silver-haired child felt another
plea bubble up to his lips as the new youkai in his body started
jerking in and out, fresh blood spilling down his legs. He could
feel it, warm and sticky as he bled, soaking in it. The coppery
scent filled his nostrils, almost covering up the thicker scent
of his violation, the same scent that had faintly surrounded his
Inuyasha knew he managed a whimper and
was rewarded with the phallus in his body digging further into
him, leaving him feeling as though he were being split in two.
All he could feel was pain. All he could hear was the pleased
grunts of those violating him. Inuyasha cried but no longer would
his body corporate, instead trembling in pain.
All the hanyou could do was wish that
the night would end, taking this nightmare with it. He felt the
tears spill hot and fresh down his face and a vile, monstrous
voice chuckled within his ear. The boy froze, his whole body icy
over. The darkness closed in and the smell of blood filled the
air as it started all over again. His own blood.
Inuyasha grunted as the thick muscle
inside him began to rock in and out, swishing blood and liquid
together. His sensitive ring was beyond bruised and every time it
was touched a searing fire shot through his body. Inuyashas
tears began to flow heavier. But it wasnt just the pain
anymore. It was faintest trace in the back of his head, that he
began to believe in the horrifying truth that he had seen in his
brother's eyes. Maybe pain was all he was good for
He was a hanyou, a half-breed, and should
never feel good
should only be hurt
Another choked sob escaped. He was
losing his mind in just a matter of seconds
Hips began to rock faster but Inuyasha
was no longer aware of any pain.
The boy fought against this repeating
thought, twisting in his nightmares. Blackness seemed to be
swallowing him, choking off his air. So much like a vise around
his neck, slowly squeezing away his life, cutting off all sense
of reality. Inuyasha began to feel the panic rise into his chest,
suffocating his heart like a disease but he couldnt
Like the stab of the knife, Inuyasha
went completely into shock in his black world. Thrusting, aching,
unbelievable pain. Every breath he took was like swallowing
water. Every time he tried to turn his head away, the clawed hand
of his rapist tightened and killed him some more. Every time he
screamed for help, the thrusting of the thick organ forever
inside him came faster. Something he would feel every time he
moved. Something he would remember every time he would take his
clothes off. Something he would smell even after the wounds would
heal. And the one thing that he would always hear
"This is all a mutt half-breed is
When it was over and the last youkai had
left him alone in the darkness of the room, Inuyasha didnt
cry; all his tears had long since run dry. But he did fall asleep
slowly, his naked and abused body beyond exhaustion. Before sleep
was able to claim him, he could hear the emotionless voice of his
brother slide through the oppressive silence, caressing against
his skin like an icy chill.
"Little hanyou, the child that
should not have been born, sleep and heal for you will fulfill
the only purpose that is suited to an abomination and cater to
the desires of those who are your betters like the thing you
are." Then the door slid closed punctuating his fate and
plunging Inuyasha in absolute darkness.
The abused hanyou child clenched his teeth tight as he shuddered in pain, something fierce surging through his chest as he closed his eyes, refusing to give in. "You're wrong..." he whispered softly, his voice far from broken. "You're all wrong..."