I've had a sesskag fic on my mind, but it's very fucked up, so I'm putting it below the cut. I don't know where this nonsense comes from. I don't know if I'll ever do anything with it. But I do know I should probably book an appointment with a therapist.
Setting: Post-Shikon Jewel, main series canon, with ideas and characters cherry picked out of Yashahime. That's all Yashahime is good for, anyway.
Pairings: InuKag (to start), SessKag (to end), KohRin (is that their shipname?), and the tried-and-true MirSan. Plus your standard InuParents lore.
Tropes: InuYasha got GOT, sorry not sorry. Is it really a believable SessKag fic if InuYasha survives? Barely-friend to Lovers for SessKag.
Rin and Kohaku would be very grown (20s), which means Moroha is born much much later on.
Please remember that I said this shit is fucked. Do not continue if you cannot read violence, assualt, non-con, etc.
On the night of the new moon, many years after the end of the main series, a creature slips undetected into the village.
InuYasha cannot sense the danger on the new moon, but he also isn't in the village. He and Miroku were meant to be back from their job days ago, but haven't made it back.
Kagome, newly pregnant, barely three months along, senses the danger once it is already too late.
Her stomach bottoms out when she feels the awful flood of yoki coming from Rin and Kohaku's home.
When she bursts in, unafraid, arrow drawn, it is to the sight of Kohaku's body on the floor. His blade is bloodied, but the light is gone from his eyes. (Again.)
There is a man upon Rin, with her in her bed, and she is scratching and clawing and kicking and fighting. There is a dagger sticking at an awkward angle from the villain's eye as he assults her, enjoying it too much, reveling in something.
Kagome cannot process the terror because she must act. And act she does.
In all her years in the feudal era, only one other man has caught her arrow between his fingers in the same way this man does now.
And just as her arrow had melted away between Sesshomaru's fingers, so too does it in this man's hand. But his fingers are blackened from the strain. Either her power is stronger than it was, or this man is weaker than Sesshomaru is.
But he does not feel weaker. He feels worse and awful and black-and-purple, like the miasma Naraku used to weep, like the darkness of the corrupted jewel. As he abandons Rin—with promises to return, because he has plans for her—he towers at a height that brings back memories of Naraku's sneers and taunts.
But this man is not Naraku. He is red-haired and wild-eyed, with an aura that feels like a storm. Crushing. Powerful.
It reminds her of when she saw Sesshomaru transform in the belly of his own father, when she was just a child.
He says something to her about carrying the blood of a demon lord within her. Distantly, she knows the reference—but in the moment, she cannot dwell on it, because Rin needs her help.
The man clearly does not expect his entire hand to catch on fire when he touches Kagome. The flames are purifying and pink, leaving a blackened mass behind, but he laughs like he enjoys the pain.
Rin is muttering something as the man steps closer to Kagome. A wind catches through the red mat on the door. There is a roar in the distance.
Kohaku's blood on the wind. Kirara.
Kagome ends up on the ground with Rin. Her ankle smarts. Her body protests. The man is saying something about the great dog lords, about how they will make a pretty sight, and then there is a rusted blade sticking out the front of his chest.
InuYasha, black haired and furious.
Tessaiga, slumbering but sharp.
There is no fight to be had. InuYasha is human and Tessaiga sleeps. There is only clawed hands around his throat, his feet off the ground, a smirk in the intruder's eyes.
(Tessaiga on the ground—suddenly at her own feet, as though summoned.)
Kagome can only watch as he dies.
Kagome can only watch as his still-beating heart stops in the palm of the demon's hand, wrenched from his own chest.
InuYasha says something, even still. Stubborn even to the end.
There is suddenly nothing.
Rin and Kagome are in the forest. Transported.
Tessaiga is in Kagome's hand.
The village is alight with flame.
They cannot return. There was nothing to return to, as far as they knew.
So instead, they must go.
Kagome knows very few people they can turn to.
Where Sesshomaru goes, these days, is known only to Jaken. But Rin is grown and not as stupid as Jaken thinks—she's pieced it together. And Sesshomaru has told her, besides.
There is a realm of yokai hidden in this world. She'd even been to it, once: his mother's lonely castle, filled with hollow soldiers.
Sesshomaru had told her she would never step foot in his true home—and, if she did, it would be at the cost of her freedom. Her safety. Her livelihood. It was not his mother's vacant castle he called home; he had a castle of his home. Far away from here, in a place where humans weren't meant to reach.
The problem? Rin doesn't know how to reach it. Neither does she know when Sesshomaru meant to visit her next.
But Kagome has a thought.
The trek to Koga's den is long and arduous. They have little food and water, tatters for clothes, and are constantly on alert for the man's return.
Sometimes, in the dead of night, Kagome swears she can feel Tessaiga trying to soothe her.
They come across a shrine. In it, they find food and new clothes, given freely by the preistesses. The don't linger. They don't reveal their wounds.
At the base of a mountain Kagome cannot dream to climb, she opens her mouth and screams for him. Her friend. Her idiot, love-stricken wolf.
She hopes it isn't a fool's errand. The wind seems to spin up arpund them when she does, as though the universe itself meant to help carry her voice.
Kagome knew Rin was wary of wolves, but she hadn't known how deep the fear went.
Though Koga offers them a den to sleep in, warm and safe, she and Rin find themselves laying out in the open. Gazing up at the stars.
Rin says it reminds her of her traveling days, as a child. Of feeling safe with Sesshomaru.
It reminds Kagome of better times, too.
Whether it be the exhaustion or the pain, Rin falls asleep. Koga sits with Kagome. They speak, for a time.
The invader that had haunted them this whole time had no hope of tracking them. Koga tells her that with Tessaiga, they're concealed. The barrier hides them. He'd only known they were there because she'd screamed.
"You're always welcome here. If you want. By my side or not. You can call this home."
Its driver seems less than pleased. He refuses passage to Kagome and Rin, doubly so when they say they have a message for Sesshomaru.
In the morning, a cart has come. Koga sent for it.
Its a ferry to the true realm of his people. He says there aren't many wolves in the realm of yokai. Too uppity, too stuffy. But he's still a pack leader, so the ferry still answers.
But the ferryman is suddenly more ameniable when Tessaiga explodes with a burst of yoki so powerful it knocks him into the rocks.
Sesshomaru, who would never humor humankind.
Sesshomaru, who hates mankind. Womankind even more so, or so the man claims.
And so, the two women fly.
The Gates of the House of the Moon do not have guards. They have but one scout, who stares at them oddly when they approach. Just like everyone else has.
And he, just like everyone else, refrains from doing whatever was in his mind when he sees the sword at Kagome's waist.
There are guards within. Guards who do not recognize Tessaiga. They laugh at them when they say they have business with Sesshomaru.
And so they walk through.
They err towards violence, daring to take Kagome by the hair and threaten a thousand awful things that could happen to a pretty human woman.
So it's no surprise when he explodes in a burst of pink light.
No one stops them again. Whether they know the sword or not, Tessaiga is seething, and even Kagome can feel the dangerous roil of yoki coming from it.
Through the palace they walk.
Through the palace they wander.
Until a silent voice tells Kagome to stop, and they stand before two painted shoji. Three great dog-beasts are painted across it: two with crescent moons and the largest without.
But the door will not open when Kagome tries it. Not until Tessaiga pulses—as though the sword has a mind of its own—and an unseen lock clicks open.
The doors part and before them is an audience chamber, where Sesshomaru, still as stone, stares back at them.
(For a moment, Kagome thinks he might look surprised.)
Every demon in the large space between them is pale as a sheet, staring at her too. She realizes that the pulse of energy must have been felt by them.
The yoki of InuYasha's Father.
They'd expected to see a ghost where she now stands.
But the ghost isn't here. There is only Kagome and Rin, with an audience of more daiyokai than either of them had ever seen in their lives.
She falls into the lowest bow she can manage, forehead to the floor.
"Rin," Sesshomaru says, in his flat way. Expectant. Patient.
Never angry. Not with her.
(The weight of their days is suddenly catching up to her. Up to the baby.
Not a soul has moved. No one is speaking. There is only Rin, trying to hold back her sobs of relief. Sobs of shame. Her shoulders are shaking.
He is suddenly before them. Kagome doesn't know when he moved. But he's there, tall and cold and impassive, slowly getting on his knee—
—on his knee, in front of his court, his gentry, his people; on his knee to be closer to a human, his head below a preistess', even by accident—
—to bring Rin's face from the ground.
She cannot say, so he does not ask again. He means to wait until she can find the words. But Kagome speaks first.
Just Sesshomaru. She can feel the tension in his audience.
Impossibly, she holds Tessaiga out to him. He has the gall to look at her like he hadn't known she was there in the first place.
Sesshomaru does not speak. He watches. His eyes fixate on the sword between them.
