Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha or any of its characters, welcome to the wonderful (and addicting) world of Fanfiction!

Warning: Bankotsu is a guy (and 14 in the ficcy in the beginning), Jakotsu is also a guy (and 18 in this ficcy in the beginning). So if you didn't know this fic contains at least SHOUNEN-AI (guys kissin' and cuddlin') and possibly YAOI (explicit sex scenes between guys). And throw me one for Pedophile since Bankotsu is under aged in our time. Oh and Necrophilia since Kikyou is dead.

Author's Note: So I'm starting another fic… so I'm basically starting this because I exhausted all the sites for Ban/Ja stuff except MM .org so I had to search hundreds of pages to find a story and the first I find with either Ban or Ja was a Bankotsu/Sango/Kouga ( :shivers: I'm sorry I don't like threesomes) but sadly under the criteria that I searched no Bankotsu/Jakotsu :pouts: so I'm writing this now, it was sorta inevitable (but the sooner the better ne?). So yes it is post-series and the Shichinin-tai have been reincarnated and it's kind of confusing and all but I wanted a Shichinin-tai story that involved the Inu-Yasha-tachi. Oke! So pairings in order of most used Bankotsu/Jakotsu, Suikotsu/Kikyou, Mukotsu/random girl he forces (but we all know they die before he gets some), Inu-Yasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango, Sesshou-Maru/Rin, Kouga/Ayame. Yes and since they are reincarnated their lives are a bit different like Kyoukotsu isn't quite so big, and Genkotsu isn't quite so metal/big, don't like it? Don't read! Well Happy Reading!

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The Right Pebble

If you do not learn from the past you are doomed to repeat it. But every pebble moved and every word said could change the outcome of the future. So must you really learn from the past or just move the right pebble?

Chaputa-ichi

The waning crescent shined dimly down the dark streets as a lone figure took a walk, since he did not feel like going to sleep in the inn that he was currently staying in. Raven hair hung pleated over his shoulder as he played with the end precariously, he'd throw it over his shoulder but his rather large weapon would inhibit the natural movement of the hair. Like he often did on his first night in a village he'd think about his past and how he got there.

He always had dreams, dreams of ushitora and a boy a little bit older than he was now. The boy was strong and wielded a weapon like his; he was a leader of a band of mercenaries the Shichinin-tai, Bankotsu. He had always had these dreams of bloody battles and the six other teammates of Bankotsu, ever since he could remember. It was even said that the Shichinin-tai had been resurrected thirteen years ago; he was but a baby than recently celebrating his first birthday. His family was thrown into a panic because at the same time he was thrown into a death-like sleep (coma) and had he awoken a few days later his bed would be on his nose. He would just shrug it off, Bankotsu was his hero though although it seemed to be a more subconscious thing, but still there.

Two years ago when he was only twelve, his sword smith of a father pushed him out the door with his rather large sword. Bandits raided their small village and he was told to run, which he did… at first. He couldn't be a coward so he turned back to help. The first thing he saw was his fathers severed head impaled on a old dull pike sticking haphazardly out of the ground, a distorted look etched for eternity on his face. Suddenly the world seemed quiet as warm blood trickled slowly to the pool on the ground the plinking seemingly extra loud in his ears. Entering his hut following the trail of blood the young boy was horrified to see the multiple rape of his very own mother, his sister already dead bruises already showing on her naked torso. When his mother's neck snapped so did he… hefting his large weapon he killed the three bandits in his home and afterwards killed the dozen or so bandits that were in other houses in his small village. It was never the blood that bothered him, but the rape, he had even walked in and witnessed the rape of his two year old neighbor. So he killed them all, and in doing so claimed a nomadic life-style for himself.

A cool breeze blew by the boy running fingers through his bangs and bringing the sounds of scuffling feet and feminine whimpering, the sounds of rape. He could not stand rape, rapists died no matter what they died. He never cared who lived or died, but rapists died.

Swiftly moving towards the sounds using the shadows for cover, the boy came along a particularly shrouded narrow way between two buildings there were about three men grabbing at a figure on the ground. The grounded figure's pale porcelain skin and light pink yukata shown across the black as it whimpered, "Mutter bitte! Nicht mehr Mutter... vergift mich aber nicht mehr! " (Mother please! No more mother... poison me but no more!).

The boy couldn't understand a word that was spoken but he knew it was a plead, so in one slick move moon light reflected off a slightly bloodied blade as three heads rolled to the ground followed by the thunks of their carriers a few seconds latter, not a bloody as he would have liked but to save someone from rape was worth it.

Moving closer to the shaking mass on the ground the boy kicked a body out of the way, sticking the tip of his sword upright into the ground, and bent down to see the figure better. Their yukata was ripped precariously open and the boy realized at once that it was in fact a boy that he had saved. Either way he needed to help this figure he felt drawn to him.

Placing a gentle hand on the man's half clothed shoulder, he whispered gently, "Oi, my name is Chiaki, those men are dead now. Are you all right? What happened?"

There was a startled gasp as the whimpers stopped and the man looked up into Chiaki's blue eyes. Than the eyes seemed to cloud over as the black orbs gazed at the dead bodies. He growled lowly and quickly as if in the blink of an eye was on his feet and through a side door. A confused Chiaki starred at the place that the man once was and than rose to his feet he stepped toward the door that was left ajar and saw a dimly lit room with a low table in the center.

Something flickered in the candle light as the sound of metal brushing metal filled the air. Chiaki looked at the man he had saved as he stood a meter into the room a sword slung over his shoulder breathing heavily. Warm blood pooled and stained the floor crimson as Chiaki saw the barely discernable bodies a similar pink yukata proved that one was at least female, or like Chiaki's new friend.

The man turned towards his savior and dropped his blade before stumbling and falling haphazardly into the braided boy's arms unconscious. Chiaki quickly assessed what happened he saved this man from rape, and than he killed at least five people and is now passed out in his arms, he figured a bath and perhaps some food when he wakes would be good.

The boy looked around and figuring that since the man's house was so large and a bit away from the rest of the village that the chances they had a private hot spring were rather good. Shifting slightly Chiaki was able to get a good grip on the taller and surprisingly light body in his arms. Walking towards the back of the house Chiaki was relieved that there was indeed a hot spring enclosed by woven tan screens.

Moving aside the screens, Chiaki entered and gently placed the older man down before quickly closing the screen again. Chiaki than took a good look at the man and noticed that with or without the woman's clothing the man was beautiful, his hair was being kept up in an elegant clip a blue butterfly, a few strands had come loose and it showed Chiaki that the hair that was twisted was rather long. His lips had been painted and than smudged, Chiaki didn't want to think how exactly that happened. Realizing that he could not bathe the man in his clothes Chiaki made short work of undressing the both of them, the man's fair skin was stained with blood and on his were bruises that ranged from yellow to a deep black-violet, accompanied by fingernail scratched all along his hips and thighs. Chiaki cringed at the sight, gently picking up the man and walking into the water.

Chiaki settled the man against his chest his long hair floating along the top of the water. He than reached over for the bathing oils when there was a loud gasp and the body in his arms sunk a bit Chiaki immediately tightening his hold to keep the raven haired man's chest and head above water.

Black eyes shot open as panic seized the man, "Nien… nein…" (No…no…).

"Oi, it's me, Chiaki. I'm just going to wash the blood off of you and than we'll get you something to eat, O-ke-? Now do you speak Nihongo? Can you tell me what happened?" said Chiaki gently; he remembered caring for the two year old rape victim like this before. Before dropping her off in the next village they came across, sadly though she became mute and was weary of a mans touch.

"… hai… don't drown me!" cried the man, trying to get a grip on the edge of something, anything solid.

Chiaki was berating himself, why was he bathing this stranger? In the pit of his soul Chiaki seemed to recognize the man, he was reminded so much of his dreams, of Jakotsu. Yes that was it, that's what propelled him to help the man, "It's all right, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just trying to help. Could you tell me your name please?"

The man shook his head, "Hans… I don't want to be Hans anymore."

Blue eyes laughed, "That's all right. Do you have any names you like?" Hans shook his head, "Can I give you a name?"

Black eyes turned to meet blue and the water sloshed a bit around the bodies, there was hope and appraisal in those eyes, he nodded weakly, and Chiaki continued, "I have a reoccurring dream and you remind me of a person from those dreams. Jakotsu, is Jakotsu o-ke-?" Hans nodded again, "O-ke- so can you please tell me what happened while I remove this blood and clean the beautiful hair of yours?"

"Oke, Mutter hates me! Since I liked guys Mutter she… said I had to look like a girl. When I was little she tried to drown me here but Chichi stopped her and than Mutter killed him, and… and… sie… sie… doesn't allow me to eat often and forces me to… to have sex with her, and it hurts 'cause I don't want it and then tonight she gave me to those men… and…you saved me." Jakotsu trailed off body raking with sobs. (Oke okay (it's Swiss-German but I don't know it in High-German, I'm trying my best to stick with High-German. And by this in no way am I saying that German woman are raping murderers) Mutter mother, sie she).

Chiaki was to put it simply shocked, he thought that a woman rapist was hard to do, and impossible even but Jakotsu was living proof and if Chiaki hadn't saved him than he would have had neither sex to turn for comfort. Chiaki tried to not let it bother him as he rinsed out Jakotsu's hair.

When he was done; Chiaki helped to stand Jakotsu up, "Let's get out of here, can you walk?"

Jakotsu tried to take a step away but stumbled, before he could fall into the water Chiaki grabbed his arm and supported the boy as they both exited the spring. Chiaki gently lowered the raven eyed teen down on a bench and than turned to retrieve their clothes. Chiaki quickly dressed and picked up Jakotsu's bloodied yukata. He slowly returned to the older boy offering the soiled yukata, "I don't know if you want to put this back on or not, I'd offer you my clothes but they are a bit small for you."

The boy watched as his new friend removed a couple towels, he wrapped one around his hair and the other around his body. Chiaki watched in a morbid fascination as everything the boy did was done in a ghost like precision like he wasn't even there. Jakotsu stared straight ahead looking into the pool of water where the steam rose and clung thickly in the air. He mumbled, "Ano… I have this same dream a lot… there is a boy you remind me of, may I call you by that name?"

The words were quiet and almost unheard but Chiaki smiled, "Of course Jakotsu, what is my new name?"

"Bankotsu no Oo-aniki," meekly replied Jakotsu.

Bankotsu's smile grew, "How about you go get some new clothes and I'll get my sword, then meet me out front and we'll spend the night in the room I rented at the inn, o-ke-?"

Jakotsu nodded hugging the towel to him he stood on wobbly feet and slowly made it for the door to the house and disappeared into the ever candle lit house. Bankotsu watched for a moment and than turned to exit the way he had come in carrying Jakotsu.

Back in the narrow way, Bankotsu made sure to avoid to cool coagulating blood, he knew the insects would soon find this fresh flesh and it would decay, but not until long after the bodies were discovered. He would hide Jakotsu for tonight and the next day and either they would depart the town when the moon is high or Bankotsu would leave Jakotsu here. Picking his large sword what was it called in his dream? Banryuu. Ripping off the least bloodied shirt of Jakotsu's attackers, he quickly but meticulously cleaned Banryuu, he had to hurry he would properly clean and shine later. Sheathing Banryuu, Bankotsu began to walk towards the front of the house where he assumed Jakotsu would be.

Blue eyes caught something shinning in the low light flooding from the ever open side door glancing around the room his gaze fell once more to the small chunks of flesh and the occasional half a face. There was one complete severed head a foreigner with sandy blonde hair and wide bright blue eyes. Those eyes held something besides the fright of the inevitable end that endowed all the other eyes Bankotsu had seen in the room. These eyes were shocked, not for the death but the bringer of it. Bankotsu broke the gaze with the head and turned to leave, when his original distraction blinked at him from the thresh hold of the building.

The large sword that Jakotsu used to kill these people, gripping the slightly soiled cloth that cleaned Banryuu, tighter in his hand Bankotsu picked up the new blade and saw its secrets. It wasn't one blade, nor two, but a lot more too many to count in such a short time. Carefully separating the blades to clean, blue eyes widened to see that the blades were basically clean. He knew no one had cleaned it when they left it so how? Glancing around the room suspiciously looking for any survivors who wouldn't be, Bankotsu took in the blood spatter on the walls and something clicked; the speed the blades moved flicked off most of the blood the rest left to be cleaned by the true wielder, Jakotsu. Seeing the discarded sheath nearby Bankotsu quickly sheathed the second sword and ran outside and out front.

The grinning sliver in the sky, bathed the tall figure in light a fresh pale rose colored yukata adorned with sage green almost lotus like print, hiked up one knee most likely for running purposes shown almost ethereal in the shadowed still black hair twisted in a bun and clipped with a blue hair pin toped the pale skin and painted lips. In each of his slacked arms held the reigns of two horses saddled, with a pack most likely of food. On one horse was a regular pack of clothes and necessities. Had he really taken so long that Jakotsu was able to prepare horses?

"Jakotsu… let's go," chided Bankotsu taking the reigns from one of the horses and walking down the rode, it wasn't long until the tired body of Jakotsu followed, much to Bankotsu's relief.

It wasn't long until they had reached the inn both boys opted to leave the horses saddled in the stable before silently retiring to Bankotsu's paid room. Lighting a singe low candle Bankotsu gently placed the two swords in the corner and turned to see that Jakotsu had made his bed and was lying on the floor near the futon.

"Jakotsu you can't sleep on the floor and with your hair up and face paints on!" said Bankotsu.

Jakotsu moaned, "Mou, Oo-aniki! I always sleep on the floor and if I take my hair down it will be knotted in the morning!"

Nearly the same sentence and picture flashed before Bankotsu's eyes as he retrieved the wash basin and brought it to the bedside. Kneeling down by Jakotsu's head he rang out the little cloth and gently washed Jakotsu's face when he came to the face paint on his lips he had to press harder and fight the stubborn teen that kept turning his head. Finely after much fuss Bankotsu dubbed Jakotsu clean enough to sleep.

"Now where is your hair brush?" asked Bankotsu, his friend lazily pointed at the pack that he brought with him. Bankotsu flipped his braid over his shoulder and then began to riffle through the bag at the bottom of the bag under a couple identical pink yukata; a couple lantern light yellow yukata with some pale green design and at the bottom of the bag was some more face paint and soft bristle silver hair brush. Bankotsu removed the hair brush and sat behind Jakotsu.

Carefully not to scare the cross-dresser Bankotsu propped the boy on his raised knees and than carefully took out the clip of still damp hair. Onyx locks tumbled limply down the boy's back. Bankotsu marveled at the feel of the hair as it flowed through hands and brush, he wished his hair was like Jakotsu's. Putting the brush aside he quickly with muscle memory trained arms pleated the obsidian tresses. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his spare hair tie and quickly bound the end of the braid.

Catching his shoulders with his right arm Bankotsu moved to Jakotsu's left and scooped the taller boy up placing him on the futon. For his first time sleeping on a futon. As soon as he touched the sheets Jakotsu turned his back to Bankotsu and the younger boy began to back away to sleep on the floor, when he was halted by a whisper, "Bleib…bitte…" (Stay… please…). Bankotsu wasn't quite sure what was said but it sounded like a desperate demand turned plea and he turned back around to lay on the edge of the futon, facing Jakotsu, covering them both with the blankets. His left hand moved cautiously to the back of his new found friend and rubbed it gently. Jakotsu let out a shuttering sigh and relaxed under the calm persuasion.

Bankotsu awoke late the next morning the first thing he noticed was that there was somebody on him. Not next to him, but on him. He lifted the covers to see for himself, Jakotsu's head lay on his chest, fright arm gripping Bankotsu's own left forearm, and right legs tangled together. Bankotsu sighed he should have known Jakotsu to be the affectionate cuddling type. But than again he doesn't think of such things he is only fourteen.

Carefully extracting himself from the older boy, Bankotsu made his way down to the common room to get breakfast. The inn keeper stopped him about half way there, "How are you this morning sir?"

"I'm fine I was wondering if I may get some breakfast," replied Bankotsu.

"Ara, hai I can have it brought to your room if you would like."

Bankotsu shook his head, "Iie, that's fine I'm already up. But I would like to eat in my room. Could I have a plate of whatever you're serving and a bowl of broth and rice?"

"Hai, of course," said the inn keeper he turned to tell the kitchen the order and Bankotsu followed.

Once there was nothing left the inn keeper could do in the kitchen he turned to leave. Bankotsu stopped him, "I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning, I like to leave before people are awake in the cool temperature of pre-dawn, so you wont see me tomorrow, is that all right? I'll be quiet." The inn keeper just nodded his bald head and left the kitchen.

Bankotsu entered his room and closed the door quickly placing the plates down near the sleeping Jakotsu. The younger boy was tempted to eat his meal first but than again Jakotsu needed his meal more. Abandoning breakfast he moved closer towards his sleeping friend reaching a hand out and shaking the older boy's shoulder.

"Wake up Jakotsu, breakfast," said Bankotsu.

Jakotsu mumbled and rolled away from his savior barely mumbling, "Frühstück?" (Breakfast?)

"Hai, Froohstoock," replied Bankotsu hesitantly.

"But I'm not allowed to have Frühstück," groaned Jakotsu as he covered his head with a blanket.

Bankotsu growled and removed the blanket from Jakotsu, "Yes you are and you are going to wake up and eat your Frühstück, or I'll make you. You can go back to sleep afterwards."

Jakotsu lazily sat up on the bedding and looked towards Bankotsu who was now holding out a steaming bowl of golden liquid and rice. Jakotsu took the bowl with shaky hands and slowly sipped at it, as to not upset his stomach. Once Bankotsu was sure Jakotsu was all right he dug into his own food and finished it off in mere minutes.

"Aniki I cannot eat anymore," said Jakotsu shyly. Bankotsu took the bowl from him and looked inside to see that none of the rice was eaten and only a fourth of the broth was gone. For a start it was good since Jakotsu was not used to Frühstück. Bankotsu finished off the food and than moved to sit behind Jakotsu lowering the older boy so his head rested in Bankotsu's lap.

Bankotsu brushed the bangs away from Jakotsu's face, "When do you usually eat Jakotsu?"

"Midday meal," was the quiet reply.

"Would you wake up easier if I spoke your other language?"

Jakotsu giggled, "Well Deutsch… ano… doitsugo seems easier at late nights and early mornings so I guess. Just say 'Wach auf!' it means wake up." (German).

"Wach auf, o-ke- I got it. I'm going to leave this village tonight Jakotsu."

"Really Oo-aniki?"

"Hai, do you want to come with me?"

Jakotsu smiled, "Hai Bankotsu no Oo-aniki."

"Go to sleep, I'll wake you for your next meal, broth with rice again?"

"Hai."

Jakotsu slept for most of the day only waking to Bankotsu's "Wach auf…ano… food" Jakotsu was able to finish his midday meal but dinner was not much better than Frühstück. Bankotsu was just happy he was resting and eating. In the middle of the night Jakotsu was woken for the last time. He meticulously did his hair "properly" and put on the red lip paint before the two boys slipped easily into the night.

Author's Note: I hope you like it. Basically every member of the Shichinin-tai went into the comatose death-like sleep when they were resurrected and they all have a strong since to be with each other. And in no way am I saying that German's are murdering rapists! I just thought it be cool (and piss Renkotsu off) if Jakotsu could speak two languages and if Bankotsu could understand a bunch. Suikotsu will show up in a chapter or two. Well tell me what you think good or bad?

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