A/N: An irreverent but playful AU. I hope it entertains! (Placed 2nd for the "Curl" prompt at Dokuga_contest on LJ).
Endless Summer
I watched Inuyasha take his first wave, stunning in his red baggies, thick hair flying. Since he'd gotten his father's board, he'd taken to surfing like a dog to water, and there was no swell too big and no stunt too risky for him.
Right behind him, Sesshoumaru shot the curl in his silver jams and I shivered at his astonishing power and elegance. You could hear the sighs of every girl and most of the boys on the beach when he hit the peak and carved it so smoothly you could cry.
The competition had started when Inuyasha found the key to a storage unit his dad kept and inside were two gorgeous bone-white surfboards painted with the words "Tenseiga" and "Tessaiga." There was a note affixed to them: Tenseiga had the power to keep a surfer from going under, and Tessaiga could slice through a breaker like a knife through butter. Sesshoumaru wanted Tessaiga, but the note made clear which board went to which brother.
Now both lived for surfing as if they'd been born to it, and battled hotly for dominance. Inuyasha was reckless, often taking a dive, but fiercely determined. Sesshoumaru was impeccable, unstoppable.
I was mesmerized, and as the summer went on, my heart veered. By the time they decided the end-of-summer championship would resolve their rivalry, I had already chosen my victor.
As he completed his first run, Inuyasha winked at me, assured of his performance—and me. Sesshoumaru followed, poised and cocky, giving a little nod that made me blush from head to toe.
The night before, in his arms, I had begged, "Let him win. You have me."
His eyes had glittered in the darkness. He kissed me hard. "Naïve girl, when my brother and I do battle, it's winner takes all."