Er, Hello! This is my first fan fiction! Oh gosh. How will I pull this off? J

This Fanfiction is Currently being Edited 06/28/14

Also, I don't make any money of this, everything belongs to its rightful copyright holder, and I hope she doesn't begrudge me for borrowing her characters.

Summary: Inuyasha, a young inu-hanyou has spent years praying even pleading, for something or someone to help him. He knew it was a sin, an evil wish, for a halfbreed like him, but that didn't stop him from wishing. When his ancestors finally hear his calls, they "bind" him to a proud Daiyokai, hoping the two can walk together in this forced fate and find happiness.

WARNINGS: OCC CHARACTERS, ABUSE, VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE

Today, he was to be "bound" to his "master." The person he was supposed to protect and guide for the rest of his life. It was sickening to him, Prince of the Western Lands, esteemed son of the most powerful Yokai in existence, heir to the three great swords of power, to be placed as the guard dog to another, lower, being. His body burned at the very thought and rage boiled in his stomach as he stood, completely impassive and disdainful as ever. This was a time honored tradition with his royal family, one he found disgusting. His father had been bound to his beautiful and powerful Lady mother and together made a formidable team. The prince's only hope was that he would receive someone of the same prestige.

"My lord," a commanding tone rose above the six members. The Yokai Prince raised his head with an imperial lilt, sharp predatory eyes glinting defiantly.

"I commend you on your power and the pride you bring to the Dog Clans. Today, you shall be given the ultimate test, the most powerful bond, one as strong as the blood that courses through your veins. As dictated by your ancestors, and mine own, you shall continue to bring honor to your bloodline as protector and guardian of others. Your charge has long since atoned for the sin of his birth, one unjustly bestowed by those of evil intentions. His abuse has gone on far too long and shames we who have not stopped it. The boy, Inuyasha, has pleaded long and loyally and the innocence and purity of his soul shall now be recognized. Henceforth and forevermore, you shall mend the wounds of body and soul, become the power and guard, pawn and shield, for Hanyou, Inuyasha."

The tone swept through the room as power radiated around his body. He felt the stings of his fate tether his limbs, soul and heart. The yokai lord watched as the crackle and thrum of power vibrated across his skin, sparking in so much golden light. It was suffocating, the feeling of foreign power gripping his body, snaking through his viens, the rush of unfamiliar yokai damning him for eternity.

"Hanyou?" His voice was low, the snarl on his lips audible. A glint of fangs lending the aristocratic features a feral edge. Rage slashed though his body, white hot and sharp. Yokai flared around him, sparking the air.

Of all things, a filthy, pathetic, wretch of a creature! This he could not accept. The insult too

Those in the room balked at the young Lord's reaction, immediately whispers of shock murmured throughout.

Before he spoke again, a voice like veiled thunder cut through the noise, silencing all within.. The center of the council, a yokai of many thousands of years, had begun to speak. Her body was lithe, despite age, with long white hair pleated down her back. She seemed to wear age flawlessly, skin porcelain white, but smooth, it glowed with an ethereal power. However, it was her eyes that startled the most. Milky white eye's fixed upon him, though unseeing, the haunting gaze seemed fit to pick apart his every thought. Yokai clashed, but the young lord did not back down, his body set in steel defiance.

"And who are you that would dare defy the council's decision? Would you cast yourself down, below even the creature you find so unworthy?" Yokai rippled across the room, saturating the air with a tang of ozone. Sightless eyes dared a refusal. The prince stood tall. His rage did not abide, but despite this, he knew he could not challenge the decision.

"No." The yokai bowed jerkily, stiff with rage "I accept," voice cruel and emotionless to all in the room. Frigid Golden eyes, glanced upwards, taking in each face with pure malevolence shining through.

The young boy was slowly awakening, fighting through thick darkness, desparate to awaken though he couldn't remember why. Pain was no stranger to him. Pain he welcomed as a very intimate friend, proof that he was alive. The warning bells in his mind sang for another reason. Around him was plush softness, blanketing his senses in pleasant warmth, unusal to him, who was used to the damp cold of his fetid cage. Atop his head, fuzzy triangles twitched madly, trying in vain to identify his whereabouts. There was no steady trickle from the rocks surrounding him, no biting chill radiating from the hard stone ground. Inhaling deeply, he could no longer scent the days old blood nor acrid sweat that usually steeped the room, the scent of his own fear and pain blanketing him. Fearful now, Inuyasha wondered if he was dreaming, his mind creating a fantasy so impossible, seldom had anything pleasant graced his sleeping mind in the ages since his nightmares, real and imagined, had begun. Whimpering again, Inuyasha felt tears prick at his eyes, fearful to awaken. It was torturous to imagine that he might open his eyes only to discover his mind had played a cruel trick upon him. Still, should his retainers find him ….

Timidly, he opened dull gold orbs, owlishly blinking away at the sleep and dizziness that had settled upon him.

His eyes came into focus of a large four poster bed, with a high, pure white ceiling above his head. Eyes quickly adjusting to the little light - a single candle sitting on an ornate black nightstand beside him- he drank in the expansive room.

The bed sheets were warm and silky, shockingly white to his eyes which had been in darkness for so long. Inuyasha rubbed his fingers on the material, disbelieving the reality around him. The bed upon which he was lain felt like a cloud to him, scarcely could he believe what his eyes told him. Tilting his head to the side, he regarded the vast room.

It seemed to have no end. The extravagantly decorated room featured rich furniture, each carved in a cherry wine. Tall dressers sat across from him, a large but low-to-the-ground center table sat many feet away from the bed. He could see the outline of a beautiful fireplace farther off, but the single candle didn't provide enough light. It was largely unsettling to the hanyou, in the near century that he had been alive, he could only dimly recall such extravagance while his own mother had been alive.

Whaaa…?

Engrossed and amazed by his surroundings, it took the boy a few minutes before the creeping fingers of anxiety began to grip him. Cold tendrils of fear slithering across his skin, where he gripped tightly at his aching chest. Struggling to sit upright, he forced his mouth firmly shut, not allowing the groan of pain to escape. shaking hands, pawed at his face, scrubbing the remnants of sleep out of his eyes.

Something burned, taut and sharp inside his chest, a tanlge of thick, alien yokai.

Every movement intensified the pain, causing his body to shake minutely, fine tremors that he could not quite stifle. The young inu-yokai shuddered; he could still feel the sting and bite of every punishment he had received. His Master had cut mercilessly into his skin, repeating the same questions over and over, clawing for answers the hanyou did not have. Wherever he had been taken, he didn't want to leave. Releasing the tight grip on his clothes he began to inspect the clean bandages surrounding his arms and wrists. The Master had never before cleaned a wound of his. Pulling his knees up, he felt the open wounds on his back stretch taught and he suppressed the small hiss of pain threatening to slip from between his lips. Sound only brought more punishment.

One bony hand came to press against his chest, rubbing distractedly at the growing tightness in his chest.

His thoughts didn't wander too far before a sharp pain shot into his right eye. Immediately doubling over, the hanyou cried out, the pain crackling around his head, centering in on his eye. Gasping again, he flinched when a hand landed on his shoulder, waiting for the grip to become tight and punishing. He had cried out, been a disruption and would be punished. Still…

He had never even noticed their entry. The demons who carried out his masters cruel tricks had never been stealthy.

Fresh pain washed over his body, and he could barley focus on whatever it was this newcomer wanted, his gaze swimming and muddy, greying out at the edges.

"Seal the contract," came a soft, silky voice.

"C-contract?" Inuyasha could barley think, hardly processing the words spoken to him. Nausea swirled in his belly. One hand went up to grip his head, the other fisted tightly in the silken sheets.

Wha-what is he talking about?

"Yes," the voice responded, "Had you not been so indisposed, you would have done this days ago. However, with such a weak constintion …" A sharp cry from hanyou before him interrupted his words.

The silhouette seemed to get closer, "Hanyou, Quickly." The hand on his shoulder tightened minutely, dragging him upright.

The hanyou could barley control his voice, "Ah-ah I don't…what…sorry, I'm so s-sorry?" The teen's voice was shaky, saturated with pain and fear. His fingers fisted desperatly into messy bangs, trying to ease the pounding.

Clawed, but gentle hands gripped his chin, tipping his face upwards. Wide golden eyes had one moment to drink in pale, pale skin, silver hair and sharp predatory eyes. With a sharp tug, soft lips covered his own. The warm kiss surprised the Inu, but he could barley move as his own head was tipped back and warm lips gently deepened it, one slick tongue running along his lower lip before being pulled away quickly. Gasping loudly, his mind cleared of the pain, aside from a tiny tingle settling into his right eye, the Inu almost regretted the loss, his lips blazed from the unexpected assault and he could feel the blush across his face.

It had lasted mere seconds.

Bewildered, Inuyasha's mind scrambled, until an impatient breath from the taller male entered his thoughts.

"A Name Hanyou. Give me a name," the disgust in the mans tone, even veiled by the softness of his voice, was undeniable.

"A N-name?" Wide golden eyes stared in shock, confusion etched across the younger inu-yokais face.

The man expelled a quick sound of distaste, "Yes."

Exhausted and much more confused- he had been expecting pain, not a kiss- the hanyou finally eyed the man in front of him who easily came into focus now that the mind wracking pain was gone. Inuyasha's eyes widened, but he quickly dropped them, unable to bring his eyes so boldly to stare into the others, whether he was his new master or not, it was something forbidden for him. This change was too much to handle and he knew not how to act.

Bringing his gaze up little by little, he observed the man in front of him. Thick flowing moonlit hair cascaded across one shoulder, dipping down below his view. Pristine white clothing, with intricate flower designs, contrasted with the fierce look in molten gold eyes. Though he could be no more than 20 in human years, Inuyasha knew that a Yokai such as this would likely be hundreds of years ahead of himself. Silky strands of perfectly straight silver hair framed his brow, upon which a delicate crescent moon sat perfectly centered. Vivid crimson markings lined the top of delicate lids sweeping upwards, outlining thick, dark lashes. Arcing streaks of crimson also adorned each side of his face, curving over high cheekbones. Dragging his own matching eyes to the much sharper, predatory eyes once again, a single name slipped into his mind.

Irritation sparked inside he incandescent orbs, "Are you stupid, hanyou?"

"Se-Sesshoumaru" he whispered before giving into the bone deep fatique, passing out.

Watching the hanyou's eyes slip closed and body pitch sideways bonelessly, the daiyokai felt his annoyance leave as the name gripped him. It seemed to seep into his soul, wrapping itself around his heart, settling over his mind. It didn't take long for his name, henceforth Sesshoumaru, to gain dominance in his brain, and pulse through his own mark of the "bond."

He stood observing the hanyou quietly for some time. The wretched creature had been found in a poor state. He had been badly abused by his previous "master" and had various cuts and bruises. Some of the cuts had been clean and smooth as if some time had been taken in drawing them. Others, jagged, uneven and grossly deep looked as if they had simply been cleaved out in a hurried mess. His hair was matted and dirty, cut jaggedly in some places and long in others. Bones protruded from taught, sickly skin which was almost translucently pale, each blue vein standing out shockingly. Despite his half breed status, it was a marvel the child had been able to survive. Sesshoumaru leaned in, scenting the air, the brat had been scared out of his mind, he felt his irritation rise again; though his face gave now show of it. This is what I am given, a filthy wretch of a creature. Hanyou. The thought left such a foul taste in his mouth, he very nearly spat.

With disgust, he wiped his lips and left the room of his charge.

He pondered his fate, attempting to drain the anger from his body. Truly, this tradition was outdated. There was no need for such common animals to have a protector. Indeed, someone had done both himself and the brat a great disservice by not leaving the beast to die ages ago. What was he to do? Raise the hanyou? Babysit? In the past, those in his bloodline had been the guards to the Main House of Inu Yokai. People who actually needed protection and had to constantly watch out for threats. Yet here he was tied to a Hanyou. A mere child compared to his own age! Despite the degrading circumstances, he had not choice in the matter, tethered so powerfully together now.

"Feh," he said softly. "Sesshoumaru. Nn. Not bad." the name was not displeasing, and he was glad, it would really not do for more shame to be cast upon him.

Pathetic.

His quiet steps receded down the hall.

There you go. First chapter. No idea if this is even going to touch off really, I hope someone enjoys it. Hopefully. I'm not a good writer. Thank you for your time. :3