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Chapter 4: Proof of Existence
Outskirts of London, England
June 3, 1854
The dirt roads of the eerie outskirts of the enigma city of London were bare, not a soul was occupant at the moment. That made both Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's task easier to go by. Both Inuyasha and Sesshomaru ran down the side of the dirt road heading to the cemetery for reasons unknown to the hanyou.
It was ten after eleven and one would expect there to be at least a fox or raccoon out this late at night searching for food, but not a single living creature besides the inu youkais were up and about doing gratuitous errands; or at least that was what Inuyasha thought.
Sesshomaru as usual had failed to inform his mate what the hell they were doing up this late at night heading to some creepy cemetery that was thought be haunted.
When Inuyasha had protested, Sesshomaru had used his racy charms to get his way. That shouldn't have surprised Inuyasha in the least. His brother was spoiled and did deserve the finer things in life, but that did not mean Inuyasha would not use his own charms and get what he wanted, even if it was by force which was his ideal fashion.
The cemetery came into view; their fast paced movement died down into a graceful stroll, Sesshomaru was carrying a shovel which secretly made Inuyasha laugh inwards. He had never witness his elegant older brother laid a finger if it was not killing and fighting but as for real work, this would be something amusing.
Like expected the cemetery was free from the souls of the living and was being graced with decaying foul bodies and hushed winds from the sea. Sesshomaru pushed open the rusting iron gates to the entrance and strolled right in. Inuyasha followed after his brother with confused eyes.
Why where they there, and what means as to why did their presences here require a shovel? Inuyasha scanned the foggy ground; all he could see was the old chapel and the countless tombs of humans and a few stone mausoleums that were occupied by once rich people that were now dead.
Inuyasha sighed and finally voice out his annoyance, "Sesshomaru just what the hell are we doing out here portraying the roles of grave robbers? And why are you holding a damn shovel, you're acting stranger then usual." Sesshomaru didn't waste his time looking at the half breed. He simply grunted and said, "We're here because we need proof and I need to look for a grave." Inuyasha blinked, proof, what was he talking about? Had they done something wrong or was Sesshomaru losing his mind?
"Uh Sesshomaru, have you gone insane, because if that's the case I can put you in one of those asylums England's renowned for. Look on the bright side though; you'd look every appealing in a straitjacket." It took an immense amount of self control for Sesshomaru not to smack Inuyasha across the face with the shovel, how dare he insult his sanity.
For there was one thing Sesshomaru wasn't and that was insane. He knew what he was doing even if he wasn't giving an explanation to his motives, but still the half breed should not have questioned him.
"Inuyasha, comprehend that what I am doing is with accurate assumptions and well thought out research, just assist me without question…please." Sesshomaru hardly used the words "please" and "thank you" and the little times he did, he only used them when he needed something urgently when his racy charms would fail him.
Should I comply? Or should I be a nuisance and irritate him until he tells me what I want to hear? If I do that, then it'll be more likely I find myself donning a straitjacket instead of my brother. Well I really wouldn't mind wearing a straitjacket; Kagome told me they're assuming to wear. Inuyasha smirked; maybe he should irk his brother so he could get thrown into England's most prestige asylum where he could be the king of all the…
"Inuyasha don't think I'm going to allow you to be imprisoned with a mentally unstable instituted just because you feel like it. Besides if you want a straitjacket, I'll be more then happy to get you one along with a leather muzzle." Sesshomaru replied with a monotone tone without facing his brother; he was looking down at the headstones on the ground.
"You'll get me a straitjacket? But what's the muzzle for Sesshomaru?" Inuyasha was searching the various names on the deceased headstones. Some dated back to the early sixteenth century and some were current. Sesshomaru didn't answer his sibling, but he was wishing he had stolen a muzzle from the pound to put around Inuyasha's mouth to shut him up.
With well placed footsteps, both brothers read most of the headstones until Sesshomaru frowned and found the headstone he was looking for. He embedded the end of the shovel in the most soil and rolled up his long sleeves and grabbed his hair from his face. Inuyasha cocked a brow and watched his brother with curious eyes.
So he really was planning to get dirty was he? To his surprise, Sesshomaru began digging up the wet soil of the grave. Inuyasha's eyes widen, he actually looked like he knew what he was doing. With nearly fifteen minutes of hauling soil from the grave, the shovel hit the coffin. Sesshomaru was literally six feet under; he tapped the coffin with the point of the shovel and sighed.
He threw the shovel over the edge of the hole nearly hitting his brother and brushed away the some on the soil on the lid of the coffin. Without much care and respect for the deceased, Sesshomaru violently threw opened the lid of the coffin and both brothers were greeted with the foul stench of decaying flesh.
Sesshomaru covered his nose and mouth with the back of his arm and coughed. Inuyasha stumbled back nearly falling into the hole along side his brother. Whilst breathing easily with the assistance of his arm, Sesshomaru looked into the coffin and rummaged through the bones with rotting flesh and torn clothing. His hands came across what he was looking for. He snatched the object and jumped out of the inconsolable grave.
With the fresh air making it easier to breath, Sesshomaru lowered his arm from his mouth and nose and studied the object in his hands. He now had the proof he needed and he was glad. He didn't think he could continue the task of sneaking into cemeteries and robbing graves late at night. And Inuyasha hadn't helped.
Inuyasha looked over Sesshomaru's shoulder and muttered, "So what the hell do you have there that made us go through hell-" Sesshomaru growled and hissed through his teeth, "We? If I stand corrected, I'm the one who dug my way six feet underground and was suffocating from the decaying stench of human flesh! We didn't do anything! I was the one who went through hell Inuyasha."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and implied, "Whatever, just tell me what was so important for us to come to this place and suffer under the influence of dead bodies." Sesshomaru sighed; there was really no point in losing his temper with his brother. He had what he needed, that was all that mattered. He had the proof.
Sesshomaru unclenched his pale hand and showed Inuyasha what he had retrieved from the grave. At first Inuyasha was unable to utter a word, but then something hit him and he yelled, "What the fuck?! That's…that's a fucking saimyosho! What does this meaning Sesshomaru? I thought we killed Naraku…" Sesshomaru grinned slightly and shrugged.
"It means Naraku along with the others we once knew in the past have been reincarnated into this era as well. I can almost bet my neck that Naraku left this as a clue for us to follow."
Inuyasha recovered from shock, he stared at his brother and asked in a hush whisper, "So is that what you've been up to these last few nights? You were looking to see if the others reincarnations where here in London? Why couldn't you have just told me straightforward instead of hiding it Sesshomaru?"
"Unfortunately that's preciously what I have been up to Inuyasha, why do you think for the last few weeks I've smelt like rotten corpses? I've been visiting the mortuaries at night leaving you behind. So far my searching has led me to the whereabouts of your wench and the taijiya, but as for the houshi, my Rin and Naraku, I haven't the faintest clue as to where they are at the moment." Sesshomaru placed the petrified saimyosho up his right sleeve.
Inuyasha's eyes widen, their friends were alive?! Ecstasy, bewilderment and sadness course through Inuyasha, why wasn't he happy? Sesshomaru noticed the medley of emotions his brother felt and asked soothingly, "What troubles you Inuyasha? I would presume you would find joy in this news, why are you not happy?"
For a moment the half breed couldn't make himself say anything, he sighed and gazed deeply into those golden gems that most of the time showed no mercy, "I don't know whether this piece of information is good or bad Sesshomaru, I'm glad to know that we'll see our acquaintances again, but it isn't going to be much of a joyful reunion if I were to come face to face with Kagome. I promised her that I would take her as my mate…"
The half breed trailed off, that was one thing he had failed to inform his brother about. If Sesshomaru had felt anything about this distasting news, he was prudent enough to conceal his emotions behind his impassive features. So he and the miko really did promise each other? If that was indeed the case, the former demon lord of the western lands would not hold Inuyasha back from his decision.
Sesshomaru turned his back to Inuyasha and replied coldly, "Do what you will Inuyasha, it's your choice." With the saimyosho in his possession as his proof and a new stab to his heart, Sesshomaru left Inuyasha to his own thoughts and conclusions.
He would never force the hanyou to remain by his side, he wanted his brother to be happy (even if he didn't show it openly) and if he found happiness within the miko, then so be it.
Inuyasha saw his brother walk away from him with his silver tresses now free from the binds of the black ribbon swaying behind him elegantly.
He wanted to stop him from leaving him behind in the foggy cemetery, but he didn't fancy the idea of irking his brother whilst in his foul mood. Inuyasha didn't blame his brother for being irk with him, he had all the right to feel annoyance and ire.
The hanyou knew perfectly well the mistake he had committed was grave and he hadn't meant to harm his relationship with his older brother, but if Kagome and the others were indeed alive, he was bound by his word to take the miko as his mate and shatter his bound with his brother. This was where the true sentiments he felt played. Did he still love Kagome or was his heart now beating for only his brother?
Time ticked by as he stood still lost in the decision he was going to have to make when he confronted Kagome. The gentle winds of the sea reminded him he was still standing in a haunted cemetery with only dead bodies and other creepy things. He snapped out of his thoughts and ran out of the cemetery not wishing to be reacquainted with dead people.
He ran all the way back to London and went after his brother. He tracked down his scent and found him dripping wet besides the Thames River staring into the river with void orbs.
If he had sensed his brother's charisma, he paid no heed to it. His eyes twinkled with something that was closely related to inconsolable pain, but it soon faded and discomfiture took its place in his eyes. Inuyasha's steps were measured with caution, if there was one thing he was well informed about was not getting his brother anymore pissed off than he already was. Sesshomaru stood up from the bank and kept his eyes fixed on the glossy surface of the navy blue water.
Without averting his gaze he said dryly, "We're leaving in two days for Paris get ready." He turned his head and added with small traces of bitterness (which was strange for his taste in manners), "But before we leave, there's someone who wishes to see you again Inuyasha." Sesshomaru walked pasted his brother and left the hanyou who was astonished. He didn't know whether to go after his brother or wait for the surprise…
"Inuyasha, is that you?" Inuyasha's blood ran cold; he slowly turned around and was greeted with a beautiful porcelain face he never thought he would have the privilege to lay eyes on again. Inuyasha's florid lips parted slightly and he whispered, "Kagome…"
-End Chapter-
A/N: I'm really sorry this chapter was degrading, I hope it was some what amusing though…anyways thank you so much for reading and bye.
