My hands

Author: essenceofthedark

Warning: shounen ai

Pairing: Sesshomaru/Inuyasha

Author's note: just a little short story that popped into my mind when I was reading a doujinshi called wonderful (I can't recall the name of those who drew it, damn my memory!!! Anyway if you go to shinjitsu no shi you'll find it there. There's a link to that page on my bio...) or, well, since I don't understand much Japanese I was more like looking at the pictures… I have to admit that the drawing style isn't of my favourites (though it's thousand of times better than anything I can draw) and there are many more that I like better, but it's still a very good doujinshi…

Disclaimer: I.DO.NOT.OWN.INUYASHA!!! Rumiko Takahashi does, though I'm allowed to dream ain't I?

I were standing on the cliff, enjoying the mild breeze that were gently tugging at my hair, thinking back at my resent fight with my brother. I didn't like to admit it to anyone else, but I still think of him as my, rather dear, brother. Not half-brother, brother. I barely admitted it to myself. I looked to my left, trying still to adjust to the weird feel of having a human arm there. It was partly my brother's fault I had to make use of a human arm; after all, he was the one that cut it off. I almost smiled at that, my little brother had certainly grown strong for a hanyou, he was actually stronger than most yokai. It was almost making me proud, but I knew that his powers couldn't really compete with my, or the really strong yokai. He would need much practising before he reached that level, but for the moment it was quite impressing.

I looked down at my mismatching human arm. It was totally neutral; it didn't look very rough and not very smooth or gentle. It was rougher than my own hand, but certainly smoother than many people I'd encountered. And it looked, and most probably was, more gentle than my own hand. I sighed. I wished things were different; I wanted my old arm back.

memory "Maruniichan" a high child's voce interrupted the silence under the sakura trees. "Hai, itoutochan?" a voice that belonged to an older person asked, study-books being pushed aside so he could pay more attention to the child. "I'm bored" the younger one stated. "You're always bored Inuyasha," the older one said in amusement. "No, not always" the younger one said and blushed faintly. The older one didn't answer, letting the silence work for him. "I'm not bored when I'm with you…" the child lost confidence at the end of the sentence and the last words just came out as a faint whisper. "Why, Inuyasha, you flatter me," the older one said as he gazed at the younger one with an almost loving expression in his eyes. "But it's true" the younger one stated as he settled beside the older one. "Tell me a story," he pleaded as he leant towards his elder brother. The older one sighed. "I told you a story this morning, Inuyasha," he said and started to stroke the young hanyou's hair with his left hand. The silence lasted for a while as the pup knew not to push the matter. After a while though, he took the older one's hand in his own small hands. "Maruniichan, you have pretty hands" he stated suddenly. The older one blushed faintly. "Thank you, Inuyasha" he said finally, not knowing what else to say. memory end

Sesshomaru looked at his left hand and sighed once more. He was quite sure that Inuyasha didn't think he had pretty hands anymore.

Owari

Aww, this is so cute, even though it's short. Well hope you enjoyed it