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Inuyasha Bingo Bonanza 2022

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Tōtōsai’s Craft

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“Thank you all for gathering for the special occasion as we share in the happiness of Inuyasha and Kagome….” The old priestess announced with a grin, Tōtōsai placing Myōga on his left shoulder so the flea could see better. Giving the clearing a solid observation, he hummed his approval.

The happy couple held hands, both the hanyō and miko clothed in traditional human wedding attire while the ones they considered family surrounded them as they began their vows in front of the Goshinboku. To their left, clutching three tiny children, were the monk and taijiya with the tiny fox kit at their feet.

To the right of the tree, much to his surprise, was Sesshōmaru and his little following, the human girl and the imp. If anyone were to glance at the daiyōukai, they would think he was bored, but if you knew the demon, you could see the faintest hints of a smile on his lips and a flash of sincerity in his eyes. Seems as if the pups are getting along well these days. Though, I suppose that has something to do with the defeat of that awful spider hanyō.

“Master Tōtōsai,” Myōga whispered, “I never thought this day would come, especially between the two brothers. The Inu no Taishō’s final wishes are coming true.”

He hummed his approval. As the gray haired human continued to speak, his mind filled with the memory of his first meeting with Tōga, Lord of the West, centuries ago.

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Hammer swinging down, the blade morphing to his will, Tōtōsai almost missed the faint footsteps coming to stop behind him. He paused for a second, the stranger’s non-threatening, but powerful aura washing over him.

“Go away, I don’t have time for whatever ya need.” He grumbled, raising his hammer once more.

“Not even for the Lord of the West?” A deep voice chuckled. Sighing, he lowered his arm, deciding it time for a break anyways. He loved what he did, his particular craft of weapons were known all over the countryside, even far enough to the west it seemed, but sometimes this cave was just too damn hot. Turning around, he beckoned the Lord closer, peering at him in the cave’s light.

“Tōtōsai, I presume?” The inu daiyōukai smiled, his fangs gleaming.

“Yah, what do ya need?” He wiped the sweat from his brow, taking in his appearance. While Tōtōsai wore a simple forest green and black striped kimono, this demon wore a white kimono and hakama, a hadagi undershirt, a spiked rim attached to the upper section of his black breastplate with a "lotus petal" fauld that possess a grayish color trim, a long flowing sash with details, and armored boots that contains black, all with the addition of an eastern land’s influence.

He also wore black and light grayish purple armored gauntlets, a layered spiked pauldron on each shoulder, and a parted pelt that extends from both shoulders and trails behind him as he walks; representing the two streaks of fur running down the back of his yōkai form.

Tōga appeared as a tall and slender man. He had tan skin, slanted golden eyes with slit pupils, and long white hair that was tied up into a very high ponytail by a dark blue ribbon with short wavy bangs. Like other full-blooded yōkai, he has pointed ears as well as fangs and claws. He also had wide, jagged violet stripes on the cheeks, a magenta stripe on each eyelid, and black eyebrows.

Tōtōsai knew who he was, the Lord of the Western Lands, the Great Dog General, as many called him the Inu no Taisho, had made his way to Tōtōsai’s cave. He had heard of his strength and now, feeling his impressive demonic aura, he knew that whatever weapon this demon requested would become the most perfect thing he would ever create.

However, Tōtōsai didn’t give out swords just because someone asked, he would determine if the individual were even capable of handling such a thing, if somehow the person was planning on using it to destroy innocents, then he would send them on their way, empty handed.

“I have heard of your skills, of how you are able to infuse weapons with yōkai to defeat one’s foes.”

“Let me guess, you need me to create a sword so you can become even more powerful than you already are, to defeat some distant enemy that is coming to steal your wife or something like that?”

At his question, Tōga bursted into laughter, slapping his hand on Tōtōsai’s back so hard, he had to refrain from grunting. Damn, he is strong. Blinking slowly, he waited for the man to stop, unsure of what exactly was so funny. Maybe I’m getting senile.

“Close, but not really. I’m already strong, I just need a weapon that can harness the abilities and power from the one it’s slain.”

“If you’re so capable already, why do you need it?” He crossed his arms, trying to decipher this man’s intentions. The smile fell from his face and Tōga settled himself on a nearby stone, features passive as he explained.

“I am to create an heir and my oh-so-wise council suggests soon.” He waved his hand nonchalantly and Tōtōsai wondered if this had anything to do with his request, but stood there silently, listening. “I know that once I do, many from all over will come and attempt to take their life and their mother’s solely for the fact that they will be my heir. I want to be able to protect them at all costs and hopefully one day, gift them the sword when they have someone to protect themselves.”

“Hmmmm, it’s a noble request and I don’t get many of those.” Tōtōsai rolled his eyes at the many times men had come barging in, demanding something that would obliterate everyone in its path, only for him to light the ground at their feet on fire. “It’s doable, but I will need something of yours that will make it even stronger.”

“Anything!” Tōga leapt up, the smile back on his face.

“I need….” He grinned, ideas flowing through his head on just what he could create with such a thing. “Your fang.”

“You have a deal.” When the demon lord held out his hand, he firmly grasped it as he pulled a pair of pliers from his kimono. “Now, open wide.”

It had taken him a full fortnight to create the damn blade, “Tessaiga” as Tōga would come to call it, the “Steel-Cleaving Fang” or “Sword of Destruction”. The sword, a rusty, battered katana in its everyday form, would transform into a blade with the Inu’s own yōkai. The sheath, made from Bokusenō’s wood, protected the sword, even creating a barrier for anyone who was not capable of wielding the blade.

Its main attack, the “wind scar” as many would come to call it later, could take out a hundred lives in one stroke. It was clearly an immensely powerful weapon, one that would serve its purpose, just as he had intended.

He had to admit, when Tōga stepped out from the cave, bringing his creation to life, Tōtōsai was pretty damn proud of himself. After that, word had spread exponentially and he was booming with business. It gave him the opportunity to deny someone even more if he felt that they were not worthy enough for such a weapon. He delighted in that many times.

Years later, he was visited again by Tōga when Sesshōmaru was still a young pup, asking to split his blade in two. Not quite understanding the situation, Tōtōsai simply searched for the answer himself. He had held the blade in his palms, Tessaiga’s energy guiding him through what happened, as if it had a mind of its own.

Tōga had defeated Shishinki and gained the technique Meido Zangetsuha, but it wasn’t something that fit, the skill dangerous. He spent another fortnight removing a part of Tessaiga’s blade to create the new, thinner blade. With this one, one could use the technique, slicing a hole into the underworld, while also being able to bring someone back from the dead.

He had suggested Tōga call it “Coffin Cheater”, but much to Tōtōsai’s dismay, the demon went for Tenseiga, the ‘Heavenly Rebirth Fang” or “Sword of Life”. When he had asked what he would do with it, he replied that he was unsure, but something so powerful shouldn’t be in just anyone’s hands and he would hold onto it.

It had been many years since his last encounter with the Lord of the West, Tōtōsai never receiving an answer directly, but heard rumors about him falling in love with a human hime and a new pup arriving soon.

After Tōga's death for his final battle with Izayoi's old guardsman, the samurai Takemaru of Setsuna, Tōtōsai came to the burned mansion where he saw Myōga crying in grief, and Saya, Sō’unga’s spirited sheath, joining him. He tells them that "crying won't bring the Great Dog Demon back from the grave." and asked Myōga if he disposed of the Tessaiga according to his will, and Myōga answered that he did, he placed the Tessaiga in his master's domains located in the Border of the Afterlife and the path to it within the Black Pearl.

He knew Sesshōmaru would come hunting for Tessaiga, so he placed it in a place that would not easily be found, the daiyokai’s gravesite. Then Tōtōsai gave the Tenseiga to their old friend Bokusenō that it's for Sesshōmaru, as Myōga asked that he didn't gave it to him all by himself, he answered "If I lived so dangerously, I'd never have made it to this ripe old age."

It left one problem: Sō'unga. Saya suggested to Tōtōsai to give Sō'unga to Sesshōmaru, but Tōtōsai refused that he's already upset with them as it is, over being bequeathed Tenseiga, and Myōga thinks that they can't give it Inuyasha, because he's just a baby. Saya suggested he'd hold the sword off quietly for 700 years, and tells them to place him along with the sword into the Bone-Eater's Well in the land of Musashi.

As he headed back to his castle, hearing the soft cry of a new born babe in the distance, Tōtōsai wondered if he could ever create such a weapon ever again, putting his unique craft aside, in hopes that one day, the two sons of the great Inu no Taishō would come together.

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It only took a couple hundred years, but it seems they have come together, more or less. Sesshōmaru even has a blade of his own now, with a new arm to go with. As much as he wished he could claim that he made Bakusaiga, the sword came from the daiyōukai’s own demonic power and was truly his own, surpassing his father’s power. The baka only had to give up on his obsession with Tessaiga. Even so, Tōga would be proud of how far the two have come. Inuyasha was able to wield the Tessaiga with his own yōkai intertwined, passing his father’s strength as well. Myōga was correct, the Inu no Taishō’s final wishes are coming true.

Glancing at the fangs that hung on each warrior’s hip, he felt their aura pulse out, as if greeting an old friend. Smiling softly, he was still proud of his handiwork, even if he may never find one to create such a beauty ever again.

“Oi, ya old geezer.” A hard tap on his forehead had Tōtōsai glaring at the newly wedded hanyō, “Ceremony’s done and ya fell asleep.” Insolent pup. Blinking, he tilted his head to the side, his trademark blank stare forming.

“Was that what this was?” He questioned, playing dumb.

“Forgetting things at your age, huh?” Inuyasha snickered.

“Must you insult every elder of yours, little brother?” Sesshōmaru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come Rin, it is time to head to the priestess’s hut.”

A bubbly giggle from his right had Tōtōsai glancing to see Kagome smiling at him with bright, blue eyes. There were rumors of her pure soul, it seems they were right. Her aura brushed against his, lifting his heart in many ways as the group began to drift towards the human village for celebration. I wonder if I could craft something with her spiritual powers. It might just be time to dust off my tools.

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savethelastdan · 2 years

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For the trope mashup game! Could we have magical accidents and first time? Sesskagu, of course 💖💖

inspirational track: lay all your love on me

It was hard to say, whether this current problem was worse than that which had been his original problem. As with most conflicts, it really depended on who you asked.

As for what Sesshomaru himself thought, well - he would keep that particular opinion to himself.

The first problem that he had seen as a problem, had actually arisen from a good thing. One of the best things to happen in the past few years, if you asked those who Sesshomaru had hesitantly accepted as his comrades:

Kagura had resurrected.

She'd been given a life, and a properly-beating heart, by the gods themselves. In exchange, she was tasked with maintaining all winds in the sweeping territory of the West, where many demons of her element apparently refused to go.

The rest of them are scared of you, she told him with a cheeky grin. Kagura always referred to others of her kind that way - 'them', not 'us'. Even though I said there's nothing to worry about.

Having such a responsibility didn't seem to bother her, thus Sesshomaru didn't have a reason to be concerned. And in his estimation, the two of them didn't actually cross paths that often.

But in every instance where they did meet, no matter how brief, a…disturbance soon followed.

It's a hot day when Sesshomaru catches her at the top of a hill, close by Rin and Kohaku's village. He's chasing some blood-stained scent, while she is catching the barely-there summer breezes in her sleeves. The stretch of skin on her sun-browned forearm, usually hidden behind layers of fabric, plays in the corner of his eye. She sits up when he passes. Maybe she expects him to address her. But Sesshomaru simply turns his head, and continues on…

He never made it to visit the children that day. Minutes later, the swords at his side had begun to shriek incomprehensibly; every attempt to pull them from their respective scabbards resulted in a sharp sting, uncomfortably similar to Tessaiga's vicious shock. Only after hours had passed (and Kagura had left) did they finally calm.

Audacious little witch, she sits on his windowsill with her legs crossed neatly. Sesshomaru stares wordlessly at her in obvious distaste, but Kagura simply turns her face to the sky.

"Such a nice view is wasted on you," she sighs. The moonlight paints the curve of her cheek in silver-blue.

Sesshomaru turns over and closes his eyes. He won't care whether she stays or not.

In the morning, he awakened to find the room rent with deep scratches. The stench of poison remained, so strong that Jaken fainted as soon as he slid open the door. For the rest of the morning, Sesshomaru's hands remained in tense, gnarled fists. They curled even more tightly, at the thought of whether he would find Kagura on his windowsill again, sometime.

She's in the middle of redirecting a rogue storm, laughing so loud it rings deep in his ears; Sesshomaru kneels close to the ground and watches, silent. Kagura tosses a glance over her shoulder and mouths something he can't figure out, no matter how many times he replays it in his head…

An hour later, his demon form burst forth from beneath his skin, and he spent the night pacing on all fours in the dark. Every time he tried to push the energy back, all it took was the image of her wind-swept form to lose his grip again.

So - there it was, a problem. Obviously caused, or at least made worse, by Kagura's near-constant presence on his mind. But Sesshomaru had long handled concerns like this by either beating them into submission, or pretending there was not a problem at all.

Which is how he ended up with his second, some-may-perceive-to-be-worse, problem.

"You say you need something to control demonic energy?" Totosai blinked several times, as though by doing so it would clear the cobwebs out of his brain and allow him to fully grasp the situation. Gesturing to Sesshomaru's pair of swords and pieces of armor, he grunted, "Don't have much room left on your person for anythin'. You're a bit of a walking advertisement, at this point."

Sesshomaru let the corner of his mouth droop just the slightest bit. Sweat erupted across the old weapon-maker's brow.

"Well, alright. Let's see what I got that's small…"

After a few tense moments, Totosai lifted his head and shoulders from the depths of an old, worn-out chest with a handful of dark-colored beads. "Don't remember where I got these. They're supposed to help with…memory, or focus, or something like that?"

Sesshomaru nodded, and Jaken rushed forward with a haughty sniff. A coin purse hit the table with a heavy thunk, startling Totosai out of his rambling.

"Hey, Miroku, what's Lord Sesshomaru got around his neck?"

"To be honest, Shippo, I try not to look too closely at him, just in case it is taken as an offense."

"It looks kinda like - well, you remember that time you were at that village flirting with everybody?"

"…"

"And Sango kept getting mad at you?"

"…"

"And I said I had something that would help you stop thinking about girls so much?"

"Ah, yes, that village! I must admit, that necklace was a tad ridiculous but it did help, in its way. Why are you bringing that up now?"

"Uh, well…"

These were the facts:

He had come into the village to visit Rin. Kagura arrived shortly after, to meet with Kohaku.

She'd brightened upon seeing him and immediately started to tease. Attempting, as usual, to draw out a response, though he never knew what exactly she expected from him.

With every moment he had to look at her, breathe in her scent, restrain himself from reacting - the beads tightened around his neck.

The beads that, apparently, encouraged one's restraint through very public reminder.

As soon as he deigned to meet her eyes, the beads burst into cloud of bubbles. The air split with an embarrassingly loud alarm, before the jewels reformed around his neck once again. The whole charade deeply amused the demon-slayer's babies that clamored around them. (They were all too interested in the shiny things on Sesshomaru's person on a normal day.)

"What the hell?" Kagura's eyes widened at the display. She was not in awe of him, nor fearful; simply curious, which usually motivated Sesshomaru to hurry up and disappear immediately.

But the fact was, his demonic energy had developed at a level few living yokai could match. Ordinary beads, meant for repression of human desire, would simply fall apart when faced with such power. But some god somewhere had apparently seen fit to humble him. Instead of disintegrating, the necklace's magic went haywire.

More bubbles, growing larger and larger with every second that Kagura smirked at him. They enveloped the slayer's shrieking children, forcing their uncle to run about trying to keep them from flying away. The beads kept popping, forming and reforming at a ridiculous speed.

Kagura looked at him, one of the land's most fearsome creatures who usually exhibited nothing but the finest self-control, and laughed.

He did manage to flee, and would have gone all the way back to the very edge of the West. Was it not imperative to remove the infernal jewelry first.

"Look, I don't quite understand what happened today." Kagome said, coming to sit beside him. The red and white fabric of her priestess outfit puffed dramatically around her legs. "But if you want to talk about it I'm happy to listen."

Sesshomaru had no desire to do so. However, as things stood, his reputation had already been sorely affected. And he had not succeeded, in the end, of fixing his original problem.

"I heard those gave you some trouble?" Kagome pointed at the necklace, her nose wrinkling.

"Their true properties were not made clear to me," he muttered, restraining the urge to rear back as his sister-in-law attempted to untangle the beads. At least there was no chance of them malfunctioning around her.

"I figured. What did you think they were supposed to do?"

"It is not for a human to understand."

"Oh, come on." The necklace unwound from his neck to settle heavily in Kagome's palms. She flinched, as Sesshomaru's now-unrestrained demonic energy rippled freely through the air. "They don't look quite like subjugation beads…"

"It is not to control one's body, so much as one's mental state." Maybe if he kept talking, it would keep his mind off the wind witch, and thus he would not transform in front of his brother's bride…

"Are you trying to stop thinking about something?"

He made a sharp motion with his chin that she thankfully accepted as a response.

"Something that has to do with Kagura, right?"

Again, his version of a nod.

Kagome's face scrunched up. It was obvious that she was trying to choose her words carefully. Most people did, around him.

"You know, Lord Sesshomaru, sometimes pushing our feelings down makes them come out worse than if we'd just said them in the first place."

And as if on some kind of cue, a gentle breeze swept around them.

He found her in the forest. Even with all the shadows around, her eyes were bright when she turned to meet his gaze.

"So, what was all that? Did the kitsune successfully prank you for once?"

Sesshomaru stepped closer. One hand moved, slowly like in a dream, to rest on her shoulder. Since she resurrected, he had not been able to touch her.

She stepped closer, until her own hand rested on his other arm. For the second time that day, energy rippled through Sesshomaru's bloodstream. Like the pain of being struck, except…he could not explain it.

But for the first time, beneath his grip, he sensed the air around Kagura shift, too.

"You're such a fool," she snorted, tossing her head so sharply that the beads of her earrings clicked against the side of her neck. "What's the point in holding yourself back?"

I didn't want you to see, he thought, knowing he would never be able to say it. Wondering if she might understand, anyway. In case you did not want me, the way I want you.

Her fingers climbed to the collar of his robe, where Totosai's ridiculous trinket had rested. Bakusaiga and Tenseiga sung her name, and she smiled like she could hear it, too.

"Nod if all this is because you want me."

Sesshomaru flinched. "What - "

The hand by his throat closed into a fist. Her gaze bore into him, strangely calm.

Stiffly, he inclined his head. The marks on his face burned, but it felt different than before, when he'd been so out of control -

"Finally."

She leapt up to push their mouths together; her other hand had somehow untied his pauldron without him noticing, and it fell to the ground. His back hit a tree with a loud crack. Wind crashed around them, howling, to cut off the rest of the world. For every spike in his energy, her own rose to match it.

"Let me help with your problem," she murmured against his mouth, robes pooling around her waist. "And then you can help with mine..."

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