Inuyasha: The Bond Between Brothers
By Alex Lyons3
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any profits from the writing and distribution of this fan fiction. It is merely for entertainment purposes. All known characters are the property of Rumiko Takahashi and are used without specific permission, however, one hopes that she won't be too upset.
Summary: Inuyasha and Sesshomaru have never gotten along, but when an evil presence from the Far West begins to enter Japan it will take any and all the meager scraps of brotherly feelings the two have for one another to survive.
Note: The story is going to be divided into Acts and Scenes instead of Chapters. Hopefully, this won't confuse too many of you.
Act 1, Scene 1
A pulse rippled through the earth sending small animals scurrying as the human population looked up from their evening meals with some alarm. Earthquakes were nothing unheard of on the continent, even in the far west. Pale eyes blinked owlishly in the fading light of the sun as the crickets began their night songs. The eyes shut gently and a delicate sniff could be heard coming from the shadows. Then the creature stirred, delicate hands and feet lifted her from her space slightly outside of reality and onto the warmed sand of the desert. She could not feel this warmth through her thin, bone-white skin nor could she feel the cooling breeze as it whipped through her hair. She cocked her pretty head from side to side trying to get the kinks out of her neck.
"Ah," she sighed with bliss, stretching her arms upward. She took in a delicate sniff of the air and then chuckled opening her eyes a sliver. "So, Yama finally realized letting that old cur have his way was troublesome." She shook her head and bent backwards, releasing knots, "poor Yama! When I come to your aide with the Sword of Heaven it will be the last time anyone sees you alive." She stood and as she did clothing formed over her bare skin. A soft black wrap-around top formed on her torso. The sleeves of the garment having dark brown leather wrist-guards sewn onto them and went up a third of the lower arm length and held together with a leather thong threaded through holes punched into the sides. Her armor, also a dark brown leather, covered her chest and shoulders. Black pants slipped on her legs and knee-high boots incased her feet. All she needed now were her weapons and then she'd go looking for Yama's greatest mistake.
Elsewhere in the Ottoman Empire
The screech of a dying animal rent the air and then was no more as the huge jaws of the great black dragon Kur, who's scales were the color of shadows within shadows, closed upon the unfortunate oryx he had caught when he'd rose from his slumber.
Nergal watched from a safe distance with a disgusted look pasted on his pretty face. "If her ladyship was not so adamant that you come with us, Kur," said the solar demon, "I'd glady dispatch you myself."
Kur merely snorted, clouds of steam rising from his nostrils. He would have rolled his eyes, but he had none so was left to twitching his ears and snorting to show his displeasure. Gugalana threw a rock at his successor and hit Nergal in the back of the head hard.
"Leave Kur alone, Nergal," said the slow, quiet bull demon. "Her ladyship wants him with us, so there's no use making a fuss. Besides, we must travel over the entirety of China to reach Japan where the sword, Tenseiga, lies. There is no reason why we should have to walk." Gugalana looked towards his lady as she came up to him. Her bone-white skin shining in the waning moonlight. "Shall we be off, my Queen?" he asked politely.
Ereshkigal nodded once and walked over to her great half-brother. "Hello, big brother!" she exclaimed lovingly, snuggling against his cheek and then climbing atop his head she shouted at Nergal and Gugalana. "Let's go! Tenseiga awaits us!"