Author's notes: A whole lot of thought went into this title. So did a lot a research that resulted in an hour or two looking up flowers and flower meanings, the meaning of the colour of the flower, etc. Very tiresome. Then I had to do all this combining notes on it… But I found a nice title, and that's what matters. Well, I don't know if you guys like it or not, but… oh well. I like it.

What it means? The Red Flax is a flower symbolizing gratitude, a way of saying 'I'm thankful for all your kindness.' The Wallflower symbolizes constancy, if you give a Wallflower to someone you love, it's basically saying 'Through all the obstacles we come across, I'll be there for you through thick and thin.' For some odd reason or another, I think it just kind of reminds me of Inuyasha and Kagome. Which is why I had to find two flowers in the first place.

Not a whole lot of explaining needs to be done here, since this is a prelude, no main character attributes are going to be given away this early in the story. Next chapter, the real introduction, a good number of those things will be presented to you. The only other thing I need to mention is that this is a companion fic to my most recent one, 'Of Ragged Roses, And Listless Lilies.' And a good and fair deal of the events in this story will make as much sense as this story's title without my explanation if you read this without reading that one. But whatever floats your boat.

Red Flax And Wallflowers-

Prelude:

The boy cocked his head to one side, and then lolled it slowly to the other. His amber eyes squinted as he attempted to envision the final out come in his mind. Abnormal ears atop his head flattened to the likeness of a discouraged dog, blending in well with his silver hair. Finally, he just sat down cross-legged on the floor and growled at the offending objects across from him.

A voice arose behind him in the doorway, sounding immensely un-amused. "What are you doing?" The sound of footsteps carried their way over to the strange youth, a firm hand pulled his head back to have Inuyasha meet with a pair of narrow eyes exceedingly similar to his own. "I told you to hurry and finish packing."

"But… That box… is evil."

The older of the two raised an eyebrow.

"It won't let me fit everything in it, how am I supposed to finish packing if it won't let me?"

Roughly releasing his hold on his younger brother's hair, Sesshoumaru stood straight and turned to walk back through the doorway. "I wouldn't expect you to know what 'organization' is."

"There's not a snowball's chance in Hell that I'm about to re-pack all that shit in there because that damned box is defective."

"We're leaving in the truck within the hour. I suggest you and your box friend figure something out." With that said, the elder of the two walked out the doorway, hauling off three more boxes to the moving truck.

"That ass wipe… Just pissed we're moving to the fucking shittiest part of town… I'll shove some box friend…"

"I heard that, Inuyasha."

"…Bastard." He mumbled.

Eventually, he gave up on all else and crammed the antique in with the other mess in the box and punched it down to where it was tape-able. I'll just blame all the broken stuff in there on the truck driver.

Carrying it out the front door to the estate, he took one last look at the modest house before climbing into the back seat of the truck, behind both the driver and his brother.

It was just a place he lived at for a while, to him, and it didn't hold too many good memories anyways. It was just a pile of bricks. There was nothing to regret in moving away, he thought, except that they were moving to the 'fucking shittiest place in town,' as he so eloquently put it.

It was just… there.

Author's notes: His brother's not abusive, just to clear something up right now, it's just that harsh sibling rivalry that plays into the original story. And the reason they're moving will be brought up later.

Yes, I recycled that last line, but for a reason. Please review.

Be well.