Hey people! Thanks for reading my fic!

I'll hunt u down and kill u if u dont review (

A friend dared me to write a Yaoi fanfic, and I'm usually not a huge fan...usually.

I'm also looking for somone to write another fic with, feturing another couple not on the site...Ban x Sess!

also to help me with this one, cuz this is my first fic!

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I do not own Inuyasha OR Bankotsu (sigh) or anything related, But one day...one day...HeHeHeHe...watch out Rumiko Takahashi...Anyway, This is ONE OF THE ONLY

Bankotsu x Inuyasha fic on the site, so ENJOY...

NO FLAMES...DIE FLAMERS!

Just to let u know, this prolouge will not contain Yaoi, but the fallowing chapters will or do...

To Hell and Back: A Bankotsu and Inuyasha tale

Inuyasha had loathed the mercenary, with some firey hatred the swallowed his heart everytime he saw the dark-haired shorter boy.

Bankotsu had despised Inuyasha, he wanted him to die a pleasingly horrid death. And he wanted to be the cause of it.

But no one, no one, not even the mercenary and the hanyou themselves thought that what would happen would happen.

But it did.

And this is their story.

I hated him. I hated him so much, I wanted to watch his blood drip off my Banryuu and feel his soul leaving his still-warm corpse. He stared at me with those amber eyes, and still it makes me squirm with discomfort. There is somthing in him,

somthing I do not trust.

He dose not wish me fair, I know this because few people do; he wants to slit my throught and watch death overcome me.

He probably didn't think me different from the rest of them, he think me as a random killer who thirsts for flesh.

But he said somthing to me, after he had saved my life, somthing that is etched into my heart still today. Somthing that haunted me.

It started off with somthing like "Bankotsu, I don't want to kill you. But I will, if I must."

But it ended with him saying "I love you."

I hated him for saying it, but mostly I hated my self for wanting to say it back.

PROLOUGE:

Bankotsu had finally awoken.

It was time, and as much as he despised it, he could no longer aviod it.

He could hardly believe this; seven moons ago the silver-haired, dog eared samurai wished the worst him. This would be the last night he would see the Hanyou again. And it would be his fault.

Guilt gripped at stomach, creating sharp pain.

He could remeber the hate that bore into their hearts a while back, the fear, the sheer hatred.

And now...

He stared at the sleeping half-demon, his eyes filled with admoration. Bankotsu turned over and then started to stretch his aching body.

He arched his back into a sitting like a cat-like position despite the pain he felt from the soreness spreading all over himself. He tried his best to tie his long, silky black hair into a braid. After a while he noted it was usless; he needed help, and Jakotsu had always been the one to do it, but he was gone. Gone forever.

Bankotsu shook his head and tried to relieve the sadness he felt when he thought of his past comrads. His hair fell to his lower back as he slid his shirt back on and took up the blade in the pocket of his soft, white hakamas. He peered at the sleeping Hanyou who had returned to his bed after a long day and a tireing night. He was fast asleep. Sickeningly perfect, the young man thought, grimancing.

Bankotsu's gorgeous lightning blue eyes clouded, and he made sure he was alone before he let a single tear slide down his fair-skinned face, landing on the hanyou lying on the mat, now beneath the mercenary. Bankotsu was startled when the half-deamon tossed in his sleep to the motion of the teardrop, and then he flickered open an eye lid to stare at the slightly younger man. A pointed fang slid over his lips and he grinned at Bankotsu.

"Hey...Bankotsu..." He stared at Bankotsu, admiringly. "I love you..."

Then he stretched, nuzzled into the bedding and soon was fast asleep again.

Could Bankotsu do this? Kill the man who was so kind to him? The one person in the whole world he could really relate to?

Naraku's voice rang like a metranome in his ears.He just wanted the menacing voice to stop pestering him. It had been five moons and it was time.

Befriend him. Naraku had snarled. Have him trust you. Like you. Love you. He will too, because he is already fond of you, Bankotsu, he just will never show it. And then, when the seven new moons have past, kill the bastard. Kill him.

And I'll let you live, Bankotsu. You can walk away a free man and we'll both win. Do it, or I'll kill you with my bare hands.

More tears befell the boy

Now, kill him. Before Inuyasha could open his eyes again, Bankotsu lifted the dagger into the air, and sobbing, he choked;

"I'm sorry, Inuyasha!"

Then, with one last, crystaline tear, Bankotsu plunged the dagger down to earth.

He never said he loved him back.

Not once.

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BC