Author's note: I never have and never will own Inuyasha
"Why must you always fight Inuyasha?" Sesshomaru asked as he gently tried to scrub out all the clumped dirt and mud from his brother's hair. Inuyasha only groaned.
Today had been rough for him, well at least harder than regularly because of him being a half demon. Now most times Inuyasha would be a man about it and say that it was his fault, but today that was not true. He had been laying flat in his favorite meadow listening to the wind when Koga and his buddy Miroku had come out of nowhere and kicked dirt in his face. It had only taken the hanyou 3 seconds to raise up and body slam the one nearest to him. He had been so set with rage that his eyes had changed from their regular tranquil honey golden to red. He didn't remember much but he did remember snarling and thrashing against the hold his brother had on him as he was dragged away from the two damaged boys. Inuyasha smirked, at least Koga had been knocked out. The damn sissy had a glass jaw. The hanyou grunted again as a piece of mud had got caught in a tangle in his hair.
"I'm serious half demon, and you wonder why you have no friends." Inuyasha could practically feel the disappointed shake from his aniki. He felt that familiar rage boil inside him. He tore away, that annoying tangle hanging loosely between Sesshomaru's claws.
"You know what? I'm done. You wanna know why I fight aniki? It's because no one likes me! All of them just want to hurt me, even when I was just minding my own business. N-no one loves me," Inuyasha closed his eyes against the tears threatening to overflow. He fought because it was his way of venting about how lonely and miserable he was. Warm fingers caressed his cheek. He leaned further into the touch.
"That is not true. And this Sesshomaru will hear nothing more of it little brother, because I love you with all my heart." Inuyasha blinked his eyes open, surprised at the confession.
"You do?" he asked sheepishly. For a moment Inuyasha waited for his brother to laugh in his face,( who would love a filthy thing like me?) The clawed hand lifted his chin to stare at a breathtakingly beautiful face. Sesshomaru smiled.
"If I did not mean it, I would not have said it ototo. Now can I finish getting all of this mess out of your hair?" speechless the hanyou nodded.
The End
Author's Note :
Aniki- big/older brother
Ototo- little/younger brother
Okay so for all of my regular followers, I know a story like this isn't what you're used to, but isn't change a part of life?
Just playing, but seriously I just wrote this 1) out of boredom and 2) because I want to upload stories in all kinds of categories, not just in M. So how was it? Tell me about it. R&R is always a plus!