Title: Brotherly Love
Author: b.kitten
Warnings: Violence! I may add beheading and gore occasionally also . . .
Shounen-ai: "boy love"
Heavy use of language on Inu-yasha's part. [^^;;]
Prenotes: I try to find unusual pairings and figure out a manner in which they might work. I'm not against Inu-yasha and Kagome; personally, I ffind them a really cute couple. But it's /too/ easy to write about them together.
I'm in a mood for a challenge.
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Brotherly Love
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Perhaps . . . a long time ago, things maybe have turned out differently. Maybe their relationship wouldn't be as distant as it is now. "Distant" being an incredible understatement to their filial passion.
A deep seductive chuckle twirled in the air, dissipating into a whisper as it brushed against the Imperfect One, making his ears twitch. Aaah, so you're still sensitive to me . . . ne, My little Inu-chan. It is good to know that some things don't change with time.
The lone figure with fuchsia markings turned, fur draped over his shoulder dancing lightly with the breeze. He'd be back.
But first… it was time to get the dolls into motion.
And for the game to begin.
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"…the test was really hard too! Sensei had taught all the lessons while I was back here, looking for the Shikon Shards. I was looking at all the math problems…blahblahblah… didn't understand…" Inu-yasha nodded mechanically, ears numb with Kagome's chatter. Something had bothered him earlier. A soft hint of a sound that brought a flood of nostalgia within him.
Inu-yasha's ears flickered. He almost had it—so familiar—fuck it! What the hell was this feeling?!
"SIT!"
Springing up with a bump on his head, Inu-yasha glared down at Kagome. "Bitch! What was that for?!" An indignant mark popped like an overly large pimple on his head.
"You were ignoring me." Kagome said, dark brown eyes slanting.
"I'm not some sort of fucking doll to be—"
What was that? Inu-yasha sniffed the air, ears twitching. He knew this scent… So familiar… Musky, powerful and potent… with the smallest hint of blood. Inu-yasha drank in the smell. Sweet fires of hell… it's… Or, possibly, they could have been even closer than they had been all those long years ago when innocence smiled and happiness bloomed. Sappy sentiments, but true nonetheless.
A clawed finger traced an ear, setting a stray strand of white perfection back unto its normal perch behind a pointed slants. So many possibilities . . . so many "if's" and "had I's." It irritated him.
He had decided long ago that life—or death, for that matter—was an open book; free for the creator to write upon and to change words on whim. Free to erase mistakes. Free to make new ones . . . So many things a deity could do with his creations. And it was easy to see why we were created. These bodies of ours: your precious one and my sculpted masterpiece, would not have happened at nature's whim.
Too great.
Too perfect.
One of a kind and yet—and yet we're in a set. A little boxed covered with flowing symbols and languid warnings. We were together.
And look at us… Lips that seemed too cold, too finely chiseled curled in a disparaging smirk. What a fine pair we make.
Amber eyes shone in gold gleaming brightness, half-lidded by an apathetic gleam. We had… no, we have, a love that none can rival. We share a bond that none can break. We're connected, you and I. We're connected in a way most lovers can never dream of.
Or, perhaps, in a way most lovers would have nightmares over.
He watched the group go about their little inscet ways in the forest below. Watching them from a cliff-side, superior both in height and power. His eyes were instantly drawn onto the ragged Golden eyes widened. Sesshoumaru!!
"Inu-yasha…?" Kagome stared at the white-haired dog demon. "Wha… what are you doing?" Her eyes traced his movements as he paced in small circles, movement tight and angered.
"Nothing!" He snarled, oblivious to the way she stepped back with shock. "Stay here!" Ignoring the cries of Shippo, Miroku, Sango… and Kagome, Inu-yasha leaped over the trees. One thought burning in his mind…
SESHOUMARU! Show yourself!
Trees raced dizzyingly below his gaze, florid colors meshed together in vivid green and oak browns. Inu-yasha smelled him. That scent. That heady addicting scent which curled around him as a child. Sweet memories of a lifetime so long ago assaulted him. This same scent… his life's breath that he lovingly inhaled as he followed his brother around like a lost puppy. The caring smile gracing "Maru-nichan's" lips, free of sadistic twists or malicious intent.
Stop it. Stop it! Inu-yasha screamed ferally within his mind. He would not be drawn back into that time. Back to a time where a soft voice and a soothing hand always calmed his fears. Where he had known kindness and sweet first love with his brother. You promised me forever, Inu-yasha thought as he raced through the trees, his head bowed in dark thought. And you taught me forever is a fucking short time.
Pausing in his frenetic search, Inu-yasha balanced on a sturdy tree branch. He didn't miss those times. Nails gripped, clawing ferally into the defenseless wood as it shredded into tan shavings.
Glowing amber eyes stared out. The scent of Seshoumaru hit Inu-yasha relentlessly, dancing among the breeze as it flit about him. The smell of deep mane of white over clothed shoulders. Strands of purest snow hung, snarled with rough treatment but . so perfect in its imperfection.
He was always like that. Every scrath, ever blemish, every disgusting weakness only made him more beaitful to my eyes. More perfect. More desirable.
Musk with a dark feral hint teased his senses and he unconsciously breathed it in deeply as nostalgia washed over him in throbbing, melancholic waves.
Stop it! Stop thinking of that manipulative bastard!
Inu-yasha's body tensed, his muscles tightening as they prepared to hunt after the demon behind the scent. As he lifted his eyes from their glare to the ground, he saw him.
He saw him.
The half-breed could see his brother so clearly. Amber eyes took in the deceptive feminine face, fuchsia stripes and the half-lidded look of sleepiness that could only belong to Sesshoumaru. The oh-so-great Sesshoumaru.
Fucking, manipulative bastard.
Hackles raising, Inu-yasha glared at the smug figure. Don't think you're so superior, Maru-chan. You know each time I aim for your fucking body; I do it for real. Don't think . . . He snarled, shaking his head in a frustrated wild manner.
"Don't think that I'll be ruled by what was, Sesshoumaru!!" Inu-yasha yelled.
Sesshoumaru looked down at his brother, half-lidded eyes showing little interest yet inside he burned bright. His mouth curved ever-so-slightly at his little Inu-chan's taunt. Aren't you, he silently asked, aren't you still ruled by what was?
A flicker of movement, too fast to follow, left Inu-yasha glaring all around him. He wouldn't be beaten by Sesshoumaru's swift attacks this time. Golden eyes glowered fiercely as he swept the forest for any sign of his brother. Inu-yasha made a move off the branch . . . and froze.
A dark, familiar voice rolled within his ears. "Then why mention, dear brother of mine?" Inu-yasha could feel those sharp nails teasing at his hair as they untangled snags. "If you weren't ruled by our past then why would you feel the need to yell it to me, as if trying to show the world that you truly didn't care."
Inu-yasha growled low his throat. Damnit! Why couldn't his body move, respond, anything?! A heat grew within him, warming his insides as he tried to escape with futile effort. No, please don't. Don't. Stay away, leave me alone. He tried to stay stiff as those familiar hands scratched his ears and slid through his hair with ease and pleasure, oblivious to the way he leaned softly to the touch.
"Are you trying to prove to yourself?" The nerves on Inu-yasha's neck shivered under Sesshoumaru's tongue as the moist heat draped itself in soft wet paths. "Perhaps, perhaps... Or could it be, my dear little Inu-chan, that you're in denial? Poor little thing. Let Maru-nichan make it all better." There were too many dark promises in that tone. In those lips. On that tongue…
"Fucking . . . bastard. . . shut up." Perhaps next time he should put more conviction into those words because at the moment, all it seemed like he was doing was egging his fucking brother on.
Sesshoumaru could only be amused at how tightly his brother held himself and yet how his throat seem to angrily purr his words. Ah, sweet, sweet Inu-chan, can't you see? He pressed heatedly against Inu-yasha's back, fully enjoying the firm press of his warm body. "We're meant to be."
Inu-yasha's eyes snapped open.
"Forever." Can't you see?
He licked the quivering cheek, enjoying the mingle of rage and reluctant lust.
Let the games begin.