Summary: Perhaps it was the child's face, so much like their father's. Perhaps it was its piteous cries, high and annoying and impossible to ignore. Or perhaps it was nothing more than animal instincts, tugging at his dusty heartstrings. Whatever it was, Sesshomaru was stuck with it now. An uncharacteristic choice affects the world forevermore, and it began and ended with a word: "brother".
004: Break
Their journey was spent in absolute silence. Sesshomaru refused to speak and he wasn't sure the brat knew how. The only reason the child remained in his arms, he reasoned, was because he was certain it couldn't keep up with him, not in its condition. It was still healing, and even so was slow and weak. If he could, he would keep it as far away as possible.
The silence was broken rudely by an annoyingly human sound.
His eyes slanted downwards harshly. The noise sounded not once, nor twice, but continuously.
The hanyou met his gaze defiantly, standing out as a spot of red in white sea. "Hungry."
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