Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

A.N.: I've done my research on the Sax, but I don't play it. So for any of you out there that do play the Sax, I'm sorry if I screw anything up.

Summery: He hated the sax, but without it, he knew his world would crumble. If he wasn't able to press his nimble fingers against the keys, he would break apart. He grew up only knowing the sax, and he would die only know it as well. His world revolved around the metal instrument and the sounds it made. He would live for the dream that his legend had never completed. But how would he do that, when she comes into his world?

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He hated that damn thing. Hated every little piece of it. Right from the brass base to the stupid little reed on the mouth piece. Some days he wanted to stomp on it then throw it out the window to land on some poor unexpected victim. But then again…

He loved it. Loved the way it fit perfectly to him. He loved its sound and unique way of taking over his whole being. Oh, how he could spend all day sitting in front of his music stand and create such lively music from the complex yet simple instrument.

The almost 30 year old man continued drying his platinum hair as his bullion eyes glared at the harmless saxophone sitting silently on his couch across from him. He was very tall, but very slender and many had mistaken him for a woman in his high school and college years when he began growing out his hair. They only realized he, Sesshomaru, was a male when his rich voice told them to go to hell.

No, he wasn't a sweet man, never was. And, he vowed, never would be. At a very young age he let his emotions fade into dust while every one around him kept living thru the good and hard times that life gave them, and show what they were feeling. His mother, before she had died, told him to be strong and to always think with his heart first. Sadly…his heart was like the Grinch's. Three sizes to small.

Sesshomaru couldn't remember how many times his father told him to smile nor how many times his brother told him to, quote, 'take that 30 fucking foot rod out of your fucking stuck up ass.' It was one of his favorite sayings the young boy had made and always brought a small sad smile to his face. If his brother only knew why he was so callous… Of course if his brother would never because the only person who would know why he acted the way he did would be him, Sesshomaru.

"Damn piece of heaven sent shit." He tossed the wet towel on the floor before grabbing the instrument and shivering. Damn, metal could get cold. His lips curled before he placed them on the mouth piece and began pressing his fingers to the keys. Playing a simple song yet such a beautiful one you'd be crazy to call it trash. What a sad man he had become, not even able to resists the thing that brought him pain.

"Hey, Sess, you home ass?" His concentration broke when the door slammed open and the voice carried thru the small apartment. It was small, yes, but cheep. The pros out weighed the cons when buying (yes buying, not renting) the place. There were only three other occupants of the building and none of them mind when he played his sax (even when he would wake up around the middle of the night to play). And since the building was on the bad side of town, no one came around to see about renting, so it was peaceful (not counting the sirens of passing police cars or gun fights)

"What an un-necessary question brat." Sesshomaru set the instrument in its case then headed into the kitchen slash dining area to grab a beer. His brother grinned and snatched it before he could drink from the can.

"I know, but I got to bug you some how." The older of the two rolled his eyes and grabbed another can before settling into an old wood chair that screamed to be fixed with some wood glue instead of duck tape.

"You annoy me just by coming here."

"I do? Well damn, if I knew that I would show up every day." He gulped when a heated glare was sent his way. "Never mind…"

"What does he want now?"

"Hold on, I got a list." Inuyasha, his younger half brother, set down his beer and began rummaging thru his pants.

"A list? You're kidding."

"Sadly no." then with a victorious smirk he pulled out a wrinkled folded paper and tossed it to the sax player. Sess set his can down and unfolded the paper, reading the large, bold, broken hand writing on the paper made him cringe. His father was nearing his late fifties yet it seemed as if her were in his 70s the way he wrote. "He's getting worse Sess…the doctors say there's no more they can do. His hands have arthritis so bad and his lungs are like the thinnest of glass."

"I won't go to him." He laid the sheet down.

"Damn it, he's dying!"

Sesshomaru clenched his teeth before he forced words past his lips. "Shut the hell up." Inuyasha stared at him before running a hand thru his hair and closing his eyes.

"How can you be so cold? He's in pain and he's sorry. He's trying to make it up to you, can't you see that?"

"He's 15 years too late." Inuyasha sighed in defeat. He pulled out a pen and handed it to his older brother. "What's this for?"

"At least answer his questions Sess…if not for him, then for Rin? She misses you and wants to know how you are as well." Rin. That name brought a smile to Sesshomaru's face. She was not their sister, nor was she adopted, she was just a girl that he had come across and had hung on. His father let her stay, but they never really went thru adoption and no one ever reported a missing child that had her characteristics, so…she was just there.

He studied the pen before taking it and looking at the paper. "Fine." and that was all he said. He answered the questions with simple short answers, adding no detail more then necessary or any thing that would lead into more questions. When he was done, he shoved the paper and pen back into Inuyasha's hand, gave him his beer then shoved him out of his apartment (ignoring all the 'you damn ass' –es and 'you fucking prick, quit shoving!' –s, of course).

The door slammed shut and the apartment filled with quietness once more along with only the sound of the wind coming thru his open windows.

"God, if you're real, send lighting to strike me down now…And if you're not real then Devil, you can do it for him… And if neither of you are real…then I need some serious help." He walked toward his couch, grabbing his sax along the way, sat and played out 'The sound Of Silence'

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I know, I know, really short. (I'm disappointed too) I really wanted it to be more spectacular but to start off with this is good. I swear next chapter we will have some action and it will be a LOT longer. Plllleeeeeaaasssssseeee review, thank you.