A/N: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters from the anime. This is just my take of a storyline about them. Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahasi.

I did not plan to post this fanfic, but as they say, never say never. This fanfic picks up from the end of my previous fanfic, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha: Brothers in arms. For some reason, I felt compelled to test their lives in the current world. But how did this all happen. Hopefully we will find out soon. This story will not be as long as any of the Brothers in Arms segments.

Twisted World
TW Chapter 1-This is Not a Dream

The knock on the door was distant, yet loud and rather desperate. "Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru, get up," he heard his younger brother call, as his un-customarily rattled brain tried to gather itself. "Hey Sesshomaru, wake up man; you're going to be late."

Late? Late for what? He wondered as he rolled to his side. For some reason, he expected his body to be pained and sore, but strangely he could only say he felt more tired than usual but he could not determine why.

"What're you going to do? Sleep all day?" Inuyasha probed as he slid back the shoji screen door.

His golden eyes rolling open, Sesshomaru took in the sight of his younger brother. He had never seen him in attire such as that. In fact, he had never even seen clothes such as those before. But he had gotten rather ragged during that battle, and likely his haori had not yet mended and those clothing were only temporary. But his younger brother also had some strange red harness around his neck. It was made of material not the rosary he had previously worn; but what was that, Sesshomaru wondered as he watched his brother approach closer.

"Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night?" Sesshomaru wondered noting the darkness in the room, feeling an unusual tiredness in his bones. "What is wrong? Has something happened?"

"Middle of the night? What are you talking about? It's five o'clock in the morning," Inuyasha declared as he moved toward the rooms two windows and opened the room darkening coverings, allowing the rising sun to just barely peek through. "If you don't get your ass up, you're going to be late for work."

"Work?" Sesshomaru pondered. Did he mean his Kenjutsu training session with his guards? He could not recall his half-brother ever calling it 'work' before, although he imagined that was as good a term as any to call it. But still, whenhe started should matter to no one; he made his own schedule.

"Was it the night of the new moon last night?" Sesshomaru wondered taking in his brothers black locks. He seemed to recall thinking they still had a week before that arrived. But why had he not yet reverted back?

"New moon? What the hell are you talking about?" Inuyasha wanted to know as he turned a puzzled gaze toward the figure in the bed. "Did you have too much to drink last night or something?"

"Where is Akatsuki? Is she swimming?" Sesshomaru asked, noticing his mate was not by his side.

"Who? Did you bring a woman here?" Inuyasha asked surprised, peeking into an open door of a room. "You changed the rules or something?"

"What rules? Where is Akatsuki?" Sesshomaru demanded pushing back the bed coverings and swinging his legs across the side of the bed, his feet thumping against an unexpected platform as he looked about. He knew he had been downed, but had the hanyou not brought his mate back as he had instructed. Looking down, he was surprised to see himself attired in some unknown clothing. But then his clothing also had been extremely damaged from Balthazar's claws. Even so, he could not recall ever wearing any attire to bed and certainly nothing like these. So why would he wear this, he wondered. "Are you telling me you did not ensure her return to the castle," Sesshomaru demanded bounding out of bed and towering menacingly above his brother.

"Whose return? What castle?" Inuyasha trumpeted his reply with haunted black eyes. "Who the hell is Akatsuki?"

"What are you talking about? You know her; she has been my mate these past eight months. How could you say you know her not?"

"Your mate? When did your ass get married? You are too much of a playboy to settle for one female. Besides, with all those fan girls flocking around you, why would you?" Inuyasha asked with one of his snide snickers.

"Is she still in the demon lands or did she return to the Suzaku compound?" Sesshomaru asked not understanding why his brother was not answering him, yet not believing he would dare leave his mate in that hell.

"Sesshomaru, I have no idea what you're talking about. Explain yourself."

"Explain myself, you are the one who needs to explain. Playboy?" Sesshomaru knew not what his younger brother referred to. He had never really played in his life. His life had always been about seeking the path to conquest. "Fan girls, you mean like Wind Sorceress Kagura?" Sesshomaru asked, though not understanding what Kagura's wind fans had to do with anything.

"Wind Sorc... who the hell is Kagura now?"

"Inuyasha, just tell me where is Akatsuki?"

"Akatsuki? I don't know any damned Akatsuki."

"Well where is Jaken? You know of him, do you not?" Sesshomaru asked heatedly. Surely he knew of him, though he could not imagine why he would claim he neither knew Akatsuki, nor Kagura.

"Ahh, you know that little pipsqueak. He's probably still sleeping off another drunken Sunday night. You really gotta get him to lay off the saki."

Saki? Sesshomaru blinked. When had Jaken taken to drinking saki? He, himself, had only had it when he had attended that after mating ceremony with Akatsuki. Such a substance would be far too overwhelming for that little youkai.

"Where are my katanas?" Sesshomaru asked, growing annoyed; seeing no sight of them. If he indeed had to return to those lands to retrieve his mate, he would do it in an instant.

"Your what? Since when have you had swords now?"

"My Bakusaiga and Tenseiga," Sesshomaru grunted, though attempting to clarify; uncertain why his younger brother was attempting to show himself as an idiot. "And why is your hair still black? I thought you reverted at the break of dawn."

"What the heck's wrong with you, Sesshomaru? Did you have a bad joint last night or something? Did someone hit you over the head? You're the only one I know with that weird color hair. My hair is always black."

"Joint? Inuyasha, what game are you playing? I have no patience for this," Sesshomaru declared.

Taking time to look about the room, he realized unless the hanyou had redone his bedroom while he was in search of Akatsuki, which he had no cause to do; he was not in the castle bedroom he shared with his mate. The furnishings were unknown; an usual globe hung from the ceiling. Some kind of strange black box, made from a material he had never seen, hung above what was clearly a bricked fire pit built into the wall directly across from him. In fact, this entire room was quite abnormal; not like anything he recalled ever seeing in the castle.

"What is this? Where are we?" Sesshomaru asked in puzzlement.

"In... your bedroom."

"My bed...," Sesshomaru hesitated as he considered that. "No, we are not. I know not what game you are playing Inuyasha, but I have had quite enough. You will tell me what happened after we killed Balthazar. Did you bring Akatsuki back to the castle or not?" Clearly some of the demon lord's magic had impacted the hanyou in some way.

"Killed Balthazar? Who killed Balthazar?"

"We did," Sesshomaru said in frustration, narrowing his gaze as he peered at him. "During that battle in the demon lands."

"What? Demon lands? Why would the CEO and President of Taisho Corporation wish to kill the competing CEO of Dragon Corp?" Inuyasha asked, then quickly waved his hand, essentially brushing off his own question. "Oh, never mind. I'm sure there are millions of reasons why we might wish to, but I don't believe there are many that would cause us to do it, is there?" Inuyasha asked moving toward the door of the room he had peered into in the middle of one of the walls.

"Taisho Corporation?" Sesshomaru angled his head as he peered behind his brother's back. "What is this room?" he asked. Even this was unknown to him, as he caught sight of a large full-length reflection of himself on an inside wall. Why would such a large reflector be required? Who could possibly be so vain?

Moving toward it, he stared at himself, but could neither see his heritage markers, nor his youkai ears. Raising his hand toward the reflection, he immediately noted he also did not have the claws he needed to kill or save his life. Opening his mouth and running his tongue along his teeth, he realized even his fangs were gone. Did that mean he could not transform? But why?

"I look human," he blurted out. "Why do I look human? This Sesshomaru is not human." What happened to him? Was this magic? It had to be. He had always despised humans and magic as well. But ever since Akatsuki had come into his life, it had been plagued by magic, not to mention she had wanted him to bring humans into his castle. But why would he think of that? He no longer despised magic, did he? Magic was his mate's life. It would soon be his son's life. If he despised magic that would mean he despised them, and he did not. He loved Akatsuki more than his own life; that is why he had not brought her into the demon lands with him. But now, he was not even in the demon lands, he was thrust into a world he knew not, which meant he did not simply look human, he likely was.

Angered, Sesshomaru attempted to initiate his energy whip, but even that aspect seemed not to exist. What was this, he wondered trying to maintain his calm as he also tried to flare his youki power, which seemed to have gone the route of his energy whip.

"Not human?" Inuyasha countered. "You may not be sane, but you damned sure are and have always been human."

No he had not. He had always despised humans most of all. All, except one; and that he had often found difficult to understand in itself. But why did he not hate her? She was just another human, was she not? No, she was not. She was his little Rin, a young human girl who had suffered through untold hatred and abuse, yet had not feared this daiyoukai and softened his heart.

But he was not a daiyoukai now, he was not even youkai. He was human. What happened to him? Had he died? Had Inuyasha died as well? The last time he remembered seeing him, Balthazar had knocked him down with such force, it looked like he had broken his neck. Had he? Was this his death? Is that why Akatsuki was not here? Had she and his son survived? But if he was dead, why was he not a dead youkai, why was he human? Or was he human because this was his hell? Had he lost his status as a youkai and now lived in his death as a being he had always despised? Akatsuki had said Takemaru did not belong in the demon lands. Had he himself been thrust in a human's afterlife because he had lived his life alone and now had lost the right to be with the ones he loved since he had left them behind?

Why did you leave me? How could you do that? We made a vow. Did it mean nothing to you?

But it had, it meant more to him than anything. He had left her only because he could not bear to see her injured. It was his responsibility to protect her. He was prepared to die to keep her and his son safe. But he had not considered this. "I am a youkai and have always been so, except now, I look human."

"Did you eat something you shouldn't have?" Inuyasha persisted. "What's the matter with you? As far as I know, no one has even thought about youkai in over 400 years, why are you doing that?" Inuyasha asked reaching out to touch his brother's forehead, apparently attempting to determine if he was running a fever.

"No, I have not eaten, and I suffer no illness," Sesshomaru said, pushing his hand away; remembering the last time he had eaten was before Akatsuki had been taken. "Four hundred years?" Sesshomaru repeatedly thoughtfully; that made no sense, youkais were quite prevalent in his territories and all the others. How could they not be thought of?

"Maybe even longer," Inuyasha offered.

"Why do you not remember Akatsuki?" Sesshomaru demanded.

"Again with the Akatsuki. Who is she to you? I don't think I've ever even heard of an Akatsuki, except..."

"Except what?"

"I'm not sure," Inuyasha began hesitantly. "But I think the female who owns the company we're planning to take over in a couple of months, might be called Akatsuki. Not sure about her surname, but I know it sounded kind of pretentious though; but then I just scanned the documents so I'm not sure. But I know you can't mean her, can you? Wouldn't that be unethical for you to be screwing her?"

What did that mean? Had Akatsuki died as well, but how was that possible? He had defeated Balthazar. Could it be that Akatsuki was truly in this world as well? But they were not together, why? But then why were so many things in this world so twisted? "We are waging a battle against Akatsuki?" Sesshomaru asked, believing he meant against her clan, but for what reason?

"Well I wouldn't exactly say 'waging a battle', although I guess that's not too far off. From what Naraku said, she's not interested in a merger, so I'm pretty sure some blood will be spilled before this is over."

"Blood? Whose blood?" Was even that parasite Naraku here as well? But surely, he was dead, so did that mean he was as well? Were they all dead?

"Sesshomaru, what's the matter with you. I was only talking hypothetically." Inuyasha stated showing his concern and anxiety now.

Sesshomaru stared at him; he had never heard his younger brother use such a word. He had never believed he knew words other than the filth he evoked constantly.

"I think maybe you need to forget about work today and lay your ass back down. I don't know what the hell you drank last night, but it seems to have done a number on your head. You're entitled to a day off once in a while, aren't you?" Inuyasha asked as he moved toward him and tried to physically steer him back to his bed. "I told you, you've been working too damned hard anyway; always wanting to do things yourself. Well, even though you like to act like one, you're not a God and even youcan't continue indefinitely."

"Enough, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru began, as he diverted his attention to his younger brother. "I know not what game you are playing. No, I am not a God, but I amthe youkai lord of the western and southern territories and I do not generally require assistance of any sort; nor do I require much sleep," he said with a great deal of agitation now.

"What? Youkai Lord? Western and southern..." Inuyasha blared, stumbling over those words; moving quickly to stare into his brothers eyes. "Boy when you dream, you have some whoppers don't you? A real lollapalooza! I always thought you were some kind of demon with those eyes and that hair of yours, but I never thought I'd hear you admit it."

From the look on his face, Sesshomaru could clearly discern that Inuyasha definitely thought something had happened to him, but surely he would know this Sesshomaru was not the type to suffer through delusions. "Dream? This is no dream. I am wide awake and my thoughts are clear. It is you who seem to be suffering delusions," Sesshomaru said, knowing that he had previously never suffered through dreams. That was a weakness; he controlled every moment of his life and suffered through no such weaknesses.

"Why would you think you're a demon? I've known you all my life. You may have acted like one, since we were never the best of friends, but I never saw you do any youkai shit; unless you save it for nights like last night. Where did you go and what the hell did you do anyway?"

"So you do not remember that battle?" Sesshomaru asked, coming to an uncomfortable realization.

"Hell, no," Inuyasha insisted, looking at him now as if he had completely lost his mind. "I think I damned sure would remember battling in some demon land."

"Must your mouth always evoke such filth? How often must I tell you such language is beneath the status of a daiyoukai's son?" Sesshomaru said, growing weary of how frequently he had to repeat himself. But he did not understand this. He suffered no illness. He had defeated Balthazar. Yes, his body had been filled with youkai poison, but what poison existed that could possibly thrust him out of his world?

"Daiyou..." Inuyasha froze as he stared at him in wide-eyed shock. "Hah! You used to say such filth was beneath the status of a college graduate. But are you now trying to say our father was a demon as well? No way. I may not have known him, but he was as human as both of us. You're staring at me like I just dropped off the freaken moon or something, when you're the one talking gibberish. Why don't you at least go in the bathroom and splash some water on your face? Maybe you'll wash that crazy shit out of your head."

Sesshomaru allowed his golden vision to scour the room he stood in, then traverse the length of the person standing in front of him. These changes could be nothing but magic, Sesshomaru realized. Was this person responsible for it? He had to be. His brother could be a fool at times, but he would never willingly participate in such trickery. His brother would also know their true nature. This could not be Inuyasha. "Who are you? Did you do this? Are you responsible for these transformations?" Sesshomaru demanded moving quickly and grasping his brother's neck with his human hands. He had no poison claws, but he could break his neck if need be and end this enchantment. "Why?"

"Do what?" Inuyasha gasped as he struggled to dislodge the hands squeezing the breath from his body. "What are you talking about?"

"If you are truly Inuyasha, you know I am not human, and neither are you," Sesshomaru said squeezing a little tighter.

"Sesshomaru, stop it," Inuyasha begged. "I can't breathe. What the hell's the matter with you?"

Releasing him, Sesshomaru watched with disinterest as he buckled to his knees and crawled toward the fire pit. Whoever this was, he could kill him easily he was certain, but what would he do if he did, and this nightmare did not end?

"What the heck's wrong with you?" Inuyasha choked out between coughs as he reached for a nearby fireplace poker and held it up menacingly. "We're supposed to be brothers, but all my life, I've been nothing but your whipping boy. Something goes wrong in your life and somehow it's always my fault. Well I'm tired of it, if you ever do some shit like that again, I swear I'll kill you."

"You will tell me what I wish to know," Sesshomaru demanded, ignoring his ranting. How many times had that hanyou uttered those very words when he indeed had the power to do so, and yet he had not? But then, neither had he, but in these frail human bodies, if he was not already dead, would the possibilities be more likely now? "How did you effect this change?"

"Change? What change? What the hell are you talking about? Why don't you just go back to bed? I'll call a doctor," Inuyasha grumbled, clearly not pleased that Sesshomaru had ignored his threat.

"Doctor? When has this daiyoukai ever required a doctor? Besides, are they not simply for humans?"

"Sesshomaru," Inuyasha began still clutching his neck, as he replaced the poker and moved forward unsteadily. "You're scaring me. Besides, if you're so damned sure you're some kind of demon lord, then why don't you do some youkai shit. Didn't they all have power or something? Show me what you can do."

"I cannot."

"Why not? Seems like if you're so convinced you're a youkai that should be easy enough."

"At the moment, I seem to be trapped in a human body that has no power," Sesshomaru said as he studied him.

"A human body that has no power? Have you lost your freaken mind? What other body would you have? If you're playing with my head, you can just stop it. If you want me out, just say so. There's no reason to try to pull me into your nightmare, cause it ain't happening. I know what's real and what's not. If you don't want me here, just tell me. I don't need you, I don't need anyone," Inuyasha bellowed as he turned to storm out of the room.

Hard as it was to believe, this indeed did seem to be his hanyou brother. His tone and mannerisms were the same. His hatred for him seemed to be the same. Why would he be the one to cause these changes only to place himself in his life? A life he, himself, clearly did not desire.

"Hear me Inuyasha," Sesshomaru called after his retreating back. "Something has happened, but I know not what. I know only that I seem to be outside the world I am accustomed to."

"Outside the world you're accustomed to. Are you not accustomed to this world because I'm in it? Because you hate me and you want me dead?"

"I told you once before that I never hated you Inuyasha." Sesshomaru said, wondering if he truly had. Was his life as a daiyoukai no more than a dream? But if it was, why was that life more real to him than the life he seemed to live now?

"Then tell me what's wrong with you."

"I know not if you are truly Inuyasha. Do not ask why, because I know not. I know only that you are different and I am different. I am expected to rely on what you say, but I have never relied on anyone."

"You don't have to tell me that," Inuyasha muttered as he turned.

That, at least seemed to be consistent with his brother's true nature, Sesshomaru concluded as he ignored those words. "I seem to reside in a world that I also know not."

"So what, you think someone did something to you last night?"

"Did something to me?" Sesshomaru pondered that momentarily.

You are in my realm; not the world of the living and even if you do know my secrets, do not presume that you are my equal. Knowing does not make you proficient.

Is that what had happened to him? Was he deeper in Balthazar's realm than he would have thought possible? If so, why would he appear human, and how could he get out of here?

No, you do not simply care, you even love. Perhaps I was wrong about you. You are tainted and weak, just like your pathetic father. You fly about protecting a weaker youkai and a useless hanyou. That is why I no longer have interest in possessing you. Your son would be far better. He is at least, still pure.

Is that why he was here in this world and as a human no less? Clearly, something had happened, but what? Was it Balthazar? Was he the one responsible for this?

"Just who do you think could do anything to this Sesshomaru and live?" Or, at least that is what he would normally think; but something had happened that he did not understand. Had Balthazar done this because this youkai loved? Had that demon lord in essence defeated this Sesshomaru and possessed his son? Or was Akatsuki in their true world having to care for their son alone. Is that why his life as he knew it seemed to have ended with that battle? No, he would not accept that. It was him who had defeated Balthazar, but somehow, that demon lord was responsible; him and his magic.

This was unsettling. Such impossibilities did not happen to this Sesshomaru. His last memory was of that battle with Balthazar. But Inuyasha did not have the same memory. If he was enchanted by magic, he had to find Akatsuki or another sorceress. He would not remain in this world; he would go back to where he belonged. But still, why was he different? Was he neither living, nor dead yet? Akatsuki had told him somewhat of the experience she had as she hovered near death after that battle with Edera. But the beings she encountered were clearly not real. Perhaps nothing here was real either; but since he was not a sorcerer he could not distinguish the differences. Was he living in his own mind? Sesshomaru wondered reaching down and pinching himself hard. He was solid flesh, he felt pain; more pain than he had ever felt as a youkai. But this was human flesh that suffered that pain. He had always thought them fragile and weak.

When he had killed Akimaru and touched that amulet, he had heard a voice; no, not a voice, he had heard thoughts. Thoughts that told him his power could be enhanced to defeat Balthazar with the use of that amulet. Is that what had caused this? Had these changes occurred because of the poison his body absorbed, or had using or absorbing Balthazar's amulet placed him in this limbo existence? But what would it benefit the demon lord to have this Sesshomaru appear human, or to thrust him in an existence unknown to him? Is this the primary reason Akatsuki had refrained from utilizing dark magic, because of its uncontrollability? If so, he knew nothing of magic, how could he possibly correct this? Could Akatsuki be of assistance, but where was she? Inuyasha did not seem to even know of her existence.

Sesshomaru now looked around the room with the oversized reflector. It seemed to be a water closet of some sort filled with white... something. He knew not their purpose, if indeed they had one. Feeling unusually unsteady, he moved back toward his bed and sat down. "Inuyasha, tell me where we are," he demanded, realizing finally that he needed to obtain a better grasp of this situation.

"I told you, you're home."

"Home? What home is this? If I am human, why would I have a home in the clouds? Is that not uncustomary?" Sesshomaru asked peering through the opened window coverings.

"In the ... What's up with you? This is our home. You designed this condominium tower yourself, didn't you? We've lived here for the past five years. And it's not in the clouds; we're just high because you wanted the damned penthouse."

"Condominium tower? And did it not require magic to construct this... tower?"

"Magic? No, just good design plans, engineers, contractors and builders."

"Five years?" Impossible, he had wanted that hanyou dead five years ago. "When is this?" he asked looking around himself. It was quite obvious, even to his unfamiliar eyes that he was no longer in the time in which he lived. "What is this Taisho Corporation you spoke about?"

"What do you mean? How could you not know?"

"Is it not sufficient that I do not?" Sesshomaru grunted and moved toward the window, hearing what clearly seemed to be the unmistakable screeching roar of an angry or possibly hungry youkai approaching. What was that, he wondered as he looked up. He could not recall having seen a youkai such as that before. But with its ability to fly and that horrendous roar, it was definitely on the prowl.

"Did you not say youkai have not been thought of in four hundred years? How could humans not think of a giant youkai such as that," he questioned.

"Giant youkai," Inuyasha queried as he peered past his brother's shoulder, looking up to follow his gaze. "That's just an airplane; a mode of transportation. You can't tell me you've never seen one before."

No, he had not. But what would it benefit him to continuously repeat himself, he wondered as he looked down and saw a number of people scurrying about below him. But they were so far down; or rather he was so high up. Why would humans live so high in the sky? Without the assistance of a youkai, they were incapable of flight, so why would they reside in a palace in the sky like his mother's? "Well what of those," he continued. "Are not those giant armor clad youkai chasing each other down there?"

"Armor clad youkai?" Inuyasha questioned as he now looked toward the earth. "Hahaha," he emitted a slight chuckle. "They could probably be called youkai through no fault of their own, especially with the way some people drive, but they're only cars."

Sesshomaru eyed him questioningly.

"Automobiles," Inuyasha elaborated to Sesshomaru's clearly blank expression. "You know, more transportation, what people use to get around in."

Sesshomaru knew nothing of automobiles or cars, but at least he was able to get a sense of his brother's meaning. Humans were incapable of flight, so surely they had devised these methods to assist in transporting them.

"Sesshomaru," Inuyasha began with a voice laced with concern. "You need to tell me what's wrong with you."

"I know not," Sesshomaru responded looking uncomfortably at his younger brother. He knew not why or how, but he was convinced that things were a lot worse than they appeared on the surface. There were too many things he had seen in the past few minutes that he knew not their purpose.

Refusing to move, Inuyasha studied him. "Oh shit, that's fucked up. Are you certain you remember nothing? I never heard of anything like that before. I mean people might lose their memory, but I don't think they've ever been replaced. Unless you've gotten yourself mixed up with some government agency, like Naichō or perhaps even that American CIA organization; I understand they do all sorts of underhanded operations; but you're not involved with them, are you?" Inuyasha wanted to know, seemingly distracted. "Anyway, are you playing with me? Cause if you are, it's not funny and if you're not, I would advise you not to repeat this shit to anyone outside. They'll just think you're some kind of nut and have you locked up or something. To tell you the truth, if you weren't my older brother, I'd probably do that myself, and if things don't change soon, I just might," Inuyasha said with a thoughtful look as he turned away. He was silent for the longest time as he appeared to lose himself in thought.

"Maybe we can figure out what happened," he said turning back to Sesshomaru. "Failing that, maybe your loss of memory is only temporary. Tell me what you remember," he said, curling his legs beneath him as he took a seat on one of the thick pillows at the foot of the bed.

"I remember nothing after that battle with Balthazar."

"Battle with Baltha...," Inuyasha interrupted. "That's the second time you mentioned him; that must be it. Tell me more about this battle and what happened in it."

With his legs swung across the side of his bed, his knees bent and feet braced against the bed's platform, Sesshomaru went into specific details about the battle he clearly remembered engaging in, which to him, for all intents and purposes occurred mere hours ago. He soon found, though that recounting those details required extensive diversion. His brother knew nothing of what he spoke. Inuyasha seemed to know a world he was totally unfamiliar with. While he, himself, was as unfamiliar with the world his brother knew.

A/N: Wow, what may I ask is happening here? Sesshomaru's mind seems to be living in BIA in feudal times still, but he's not. He's living in current times. What happened to him? Was he poisoned? Did he eat bad food? Is he dead? Did he hit his head hard? Did someone cast a spell on him? Did using Balthazar's amulet curse him in some way and thrust him into this world?

I promise, I will not go into specific details about all the things Sesshomaru does not know, suffice it to say he doesn't know much. But I will simply try to set the stage in the first couple of chapters.

Yes, this story is focused in current times and the two brothers are Chairman/CEO and President of a large multi-national architectural firm called Taisho Corporation. Actually, I think this story will be an interesting ride. I will keep it to 20 chapters or less.

For one thing, I will admit I didn't want to be rid of Akatsuki just yet, and apparently, Sesshomaru doesn't want to be either. She's my first OC and I really liked her. I will say neither Sesshomaru, nor Akatsuki (who will appear later) nor anyone else will be demons in this fanfic, but there definitely will be similarities in their looks and characteristics.

My goal in this fan-fic, is to keep the chapters short, add a little humor if possible (but since I don't see any of these people as humorous, I'm not sure I can; especially since I don't want to force it) and end it in 20 chapters or less.

Note: Unlike BIA, this fanfic will be written in the third person viewpoint, from Sesshomaru's perspective only. Yes, there is a reason for that which I hope to divulge by the end. Hope I don't slip; it was a little difficult getting this chapter constructed after doing BIA. There is also a reason why Sesshomaru is the only one who still has his white hair, maybe you can figure out why?

Note:Taisho will, of course, be the last name of the two brothers, since everyone seems to love their father being called Inu no Taisho.

Also, if you like this fic, please tell your friends to take a look.

Naichō - an abbreviation for Naikaku Jōhō Chōsashitsu, Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office is the premier intelligence agency of Japan, reporting directly to the Prime Minister. The agency is said to be an equal to the American Central Intelligence Agency. However, it is often criticized as being rather ineffectual, spending most of its energy translating foreign publications rather than gathering any substantial intelligence while being accused of spying on Japanese nationals on domestic soil.
Youkai –demon
Daiyoukai – greater demon