Notes: I haven't had the chance to read many SessInu's yet, so please excuse it if this idea has all ready been done. It's really just another one of my sad attempts of something good… I'd like to point out I'm not trying to rationalize Sesshoumaru's views of his half-brother in the series. I'm just entertaining myself by being twisted. A cookie to anyone who can decipher the title. It's in a language other than English. (No, really?)
Title: Verbotene Liebe
Type: One-shot. Entirely Sesshoumaru-based.
Rating: T
Genre: Angst. Romance.
Dedication: Shelby (Raja Tears Don't Fade Away)
Summary: (Implied SessInu.) Sesshoumaru wonders over his feelings for his half-brother.
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Dual hues of burnished gold gazed almost plaintively into the seemingly endless shadows of night. His even steps were silent on the rocky terrain underfoot. The ledge was narrow, and to any on looker it would appear the daiyoukai glided effortless. One possessing movements as fluid as he could – per se – glide, but keeping his motions steady was just one more paltry attempt at keeping his mind off other things.
Though the endeavors were failing to work at all. It almost made him wonder what had triggered the traitorous train of thought. Brooding over that – he decided after some time – would prove meaningless. It would also undoubtedly not assist him in solving the vexing problem.
Sesshoumaru came to an almost absolute halt when the scent of the half-breed reached him. He refrained from grimacing in disgust at the hanyou, or perhaps at himself? Tainted blood. He noted callously, a disgrace. What more could Inuyasha possibly be? A complete incompetent, if one would go as far to even give him that much.
Then why, that voice whispered so quietly, do you care?
It was absurd, really. Sesshoumaru did not care. The shameful half-breed did not exist to him as anything more than an insult. A stab at his otherwise unworldly perfection. A flaw in the plans of nature. The product of a worthless human and a sightless youkai.
And yet that abhorred scent curled around him, twisting and winding and pulling.
Sesshoumaru stood stiff, eyes narrowed to near slits. He would not confront the half-breed. He would not…
The swelling sense growing inside him was unwanted. He no longer preserved desires to possess the Tetsusaiga, nor to carry out slaying its master. The half-breed meant nothing to him, refusing to accept him even as a half-brother.
Yet Sesshoumaru continued to be drawn to him.
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