"Naraku!," Inuyasha almost shouted, completely taken back by the tattooed man sudden appearance. During all the days turmoil, Inuyasha had barely thought about him at all, and what a shock to find him at this moment, at all moments, on his door step! Well, his brother's door step, to be technical. But why?
"Um," He started, avoiding the tall half-demons eyes and deliberately ignoring that rather suspicious (and slightly molesting, for lack of a better word) smile, not wanting him to find how awkward he felt around his brother's crush. "Sesshomaru's kind of... unavailable right now, so you'll have to come back ...later."
He moved to shut the door, but instead was stopped by a hand slipping between the crack and pushing it back open. Inuyasha clenched his teeth in irritation, how dare he pull an old school move like that? What, did he think he was slick? Forcing back a barrage of insulting words, he opened the doorand slid on his best fake smile. "Is there something else you want?"
"Actually..." Naraku began, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, making Inuyasha's confidence falter. "There is." He stepped into the house, forcing Inuyasha to step back, and shut the door behind him.
A spark of fear shot threw Inuyasha's spine watching as Naraku advanced toward him. His back hit the banister for the stair case. He thought of running up the stairs to a room and locking the door, but he didn't dare break eye contact.
Though that resolve broke as soon as he leaned toward his face toward his own, a hand placed on his cheek, far to close to the kissing zone. He turned his head away just as Naraku leaned in for the kill and twirled up onto the staircase, staring down incredulously at the tattooed male below, who looked a bit exasperated himself.
"What are you trying to do? I only just met you today! You can't just try to kiss me like that all of a sudden!" he yelled down at him, but quiet enough to not rouse his brother from his drunken stupor. If he woke up and walked out onto a scene like this...
Roused out of his train of thought by an advancing foot, He took another step back and glared at Naraku so hard he was pretty sure he might be able to burn a hole through him if he did so long enough. But Naraku either didn't notice or didn't care because he continued, slowly rising up the staircase after a retreating Inuyasha with measured steps. He grinned so wide, eh might've been able to put the Cheshire cat to shame.
"Fist of all, we only just met yesterday seeing as it is-," He looked down at his watch "Twelve forty five in the morning, which is plenty enough time for us to get … well acquainted with each other." His voice sounded slick to Inuyasha's ears, with an emotion Inuyasha knew all too well. A voice that came from another throat, from another man...
He flinched fast with memory of him, and shouted down at him, careless of how loud he was; "Well acquainted my ass! I know damn well what you want and guess what, freak?Your not getting it, not ever!" He turned violently and jolted to the bathroom behind him and locked the door. He leaned his back against it to steady himself, his body trembling with memories he chose to forget. Or rather, ones he wished he could.
Naraku was just like. Just like him. In every way.
And more than anything else, that terrified him. Because if he was just like him, who's to say this this moment isn't just like the last? That history won't repeat itself, like it so often would? Because if he was just like him, then-
"Then maybe Your just like you were?"
Inuyasha Jolted back from the door and then slammed back into it, no longer leaning for support but for security. His breathing hitched in his throat and he could almost feel the fear rolling through his veins.
"What... What are you talking about?," He shouted through the wood, his voice cracking in the middle and cursing silently afterwards.
A deep chuckle came from the other side, and afterwards followed, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about don't you?"
He answered with silence, but inside he started to panic. Naraku continued on.
"Do you miss him, Inuyasha?," He asked gently, sounding concerned but to convincing to be true.
"Shut up, you don't know anything..."
"I don't? I thought I knew the whole story! I mean, he said he told the everything that happened between you two."
"Shut up!," He was desperate now, for everything to just stop. For Naraku's faux kind voice to stop, for the memories to stop, for everything to just stop.
"I wonder how Sesshomaru will react to the story I tell him?"
In an instant, his whole body was thrown into motion. He stood from where he sat and slammed the door open, fury and fear pounding to thick for him to relish the look of surprise and the others face before he hissed, "Don't you say anything to him!"
Maybe he was expecting him to be scared and say he'd stop, or maybe he'd been thinking he'd back off and tell him to chill out, and that he was joking. Maybe he didn't expect him to do anything, and he had just reacted without thinking about anything at all. But he sure as hell didn't expect the pleased grin that slide on his face that made Inuyasha feel as though he'd walked straight into a river in winter.
He really should've seen it coming though. It figured.
Fast, Naraku grabbed his wrist and slammed him into the side of the sink, so fast Inuyasha couldn't discern how he'd gotten from point A to point B. He held his hands slightly behind him, down against the sink so tightly he was pretty sure his wrists started to bruise up.
They were so close now he had to look up to see his face, or look straight into his chest and smell the cologne roll off him in waves. He struggled to release his hands but the fact of the matter was, he was stronger than he was, and that freaked him out more than you could imagine.
"Don't fight me, Inuyasha," He whispered. The sound of his name of his tongue drove him to the point of bile, but he held back stared defiantly at anyplace but the others face, though he doubted that mattered seeing as his whole body shook. "I now have something to hold against you if you do."
He whimpered. He knew what he had against him. He also knew what he was trying to do.
Grudgingly, he turned to him, his eyes finally shining the tears he fought so hard to hold back all night, and not only because of what Naraku was making him do. His whole day had gone to shit. His dad knew where he was, his brother didn't want him to live with him anymore, and if he went back he'd be right where he started from, with the reason he ran away and lied to his brother in the first place. But that didn't even matter, did it? Because he was going to do the same thing now as he did back then. But what choice did he have?
If Sesshomaru found out what went on... how would he look at him then?
The thought of it hit him hard like a physical blow, and he breathed deeply to calm himself. He had to do this. Had to do this. Because he...
"Alright," he choked out, his tears falling in a long stream. "alright."
And before he knew it, Naraku was all over him.
Sesshomaru woke that morning with an almighty headache of epic proportions. Even the initial movement of his eyes opening sent a shock threw his skull. Groaning, he stayed there and clutched at his crown for a good minute before slowly attempting to sit up.
Around him lay a couple of empty bottles of alcohol, and one that he suspected might have been half full, but now lay empty in his hands, the liquid inside soaked into his bed. He furrowed his eyebrows together and focused on the vague events that lead him here. He remembered Going to work with his baby brother... Naraku's fine ass... finding Inuyasha's phone... didn't someone ring?...
BAM! Then everything afterwards hit him. Their dad, the lies, and most importantly, the liar. He didn't even care what happened after he cracked open the booze, and stood up ready to storm out of the room. Instead he caught his balance as nausea hit from moving to fast and froze willing it to pass and calming down in the process.
Okay, maybe he was reacting to fast. Yeah he lied to him, and that hurt in a way he couldn't explain. As a matter of fact, he really couldn't explain it. The idea of it burned raw in him like nothing else, and he couldn't explain why.
But, that was okay, wasn't it? Well, not okay, but atleast understandable. Maybe he thought... thought that he'd be angry with him that he'd run away?
It wasn't unbelievable. After all, he had yelled at him that day when he found him in his house, telling him he had to go home no questions asked. If he'd run away, of course he wouldn't want to go back under any circumstances. And he believed him when he told him he threw him out, so he was half to blame.
Father had always favored Inuyasha more. He could tell that much from the way he ogled him, and ignored himself. He had always wanted that adoration directed at him, see him proud of who he was and what he accomplished. But he got none of that, in fact he remembered getting a lot of heated comments and disapproving stares for pretty much everything he was. And then that argument, and if he wasn't sure of how things were before, he was afterwards.
Sighing, he heaved himself up and out his bedroom door, planning on climbing the staircase to rouse his brother from sleeping. He didn't know what he would tell him yet, on weither or not he could stay ( even though he was pretty sure he'd an earful from his father his he did let him stay; then again, when had he ever cared what he'd had to say?). He never made it upstairs though, because Inuyasha was already awake in the kitchen, clutching a duffel back to himself at the table. His eyes were red and puffy, with slight dark circles underneath. He looked like he had been crying. About leaving?
"Inuyasha?," He spoke softly, hoping not to surprise the half demon but doing so anyway. The others head snapped up to stare at him, looking like he was surprised he was up.
"Sesshomaru! I didn't think you'd be up so early. You were hammered last night, like hammered."
He nodded and muttered out a quiet yeah, but was too focused on Inuyasha to really notice what he was saying. He was a wreck! His hair was even tangled about his head, looking like he had sleeping on all of it's sides. And though he looked the same as ever, granted a bit of color that morning, he seemed years older. Nothing of the super happy boy he'd grown used to rang true in this version.
He slide back a chair and sat into it, resting his cheek on his fist and staring at his baby brother, and said quietly, "You really don't want to go back do you?"
He didn't say anything for a good minute. But then looked up at him, and Sesshomaru was shocked at how desperate they looked.
"No, I don't. I want to stay here...," He whispered.
Sesshomaru stared back at him, his heart tearing at how sad he seemed, but unable to turn away. "Will you tell my you ran away?"
Inuyasha sighed heavily and pressed his palms to his temple, squeezing his eyes shut. "I can't! I just can't!" he sighed again, this time sounding more frustrated. He ran his hand through his hair and his forearms shielded his face from Sesshomaru sight. Sesshomaru sighed himself and dropped his arm to the table and gazed at his knuckles. He knew he shouldn't say what he was going to say next but...what was he supposed to do?
"Okay!," he all but shouted due to frustration at the whole situation, and the new one he was getting into. He spoke more softly, "Okay... you can stay."
"W-what?," Inuyasha said quickly as his head shot up to Sesshomaru. His eyes shimmered like he had been almost about to cry. Maybe he still was, and these ones were for joy.
"You can stay," Sesshomaru repeated, not helping the small smile creeping onto his face at seeing his eyes light with hope. It made his chest ache in an unfamiliar, but pleasant way. "But no more lying to me!"
"I promise! No more lying, I swear!," He stood up and reached over and grabbed his hands of the table. He pressed it to his cheek thankfully and smiled such a dazzling smile it almost made Sesshomaru dizzy, not to mention the tingling feeling his hand was feeling by being pressed so intimately with his cheek.
Then he did something that caught Sesshomaru completely off guard and brought his knuckles to his lips, placing a strong kiss against them. An electric shock when through his entire arm.
Apparently Inuyasha didn't notice as he grabbed his duffel bag and threw it enthusiastically over his shoulder. "I'm going to unpack everything and throw it everywhere to celebrate! Thank you so much!" and with that he took off like a rocket to the staircase, leaving a stunned demon to wonder why his heart beat so fast and hard in his chest.
Well, at least his happy-go-lucky hanyou was back.
About an hour and a half later, Inuyasha sat in his now very messy room running over and over the fact that he could actually stay in his mind. Yeah, he'd sure as hell hear it from their dad later. And yeah, it sure as well wasn't the end of his problems. But he could stay. The prospect was enough to shield the underlying fear and shame he felt enough for him to ignore it, at least for now.
And he was terribly scared and ashamed. Everything that had happened last night had brought back everything he'd wanted to forget and much, much more. He was petrified at how far Naraku would go to get Inuyasha to... to do what he wanted, lets say. He knew that someday Sesshomaru would have to find out about him, and how Naraku even knew about him was beyond his comprehension; but not know, never now, and never ever from those lips. If Naraku was pushed to that point that point, Inuyasha also had no doubt that he would even stoop so low as to tell him about the night before. Not only would he kick him out, he wouldn't even talk to him again. He'd probably never want to see his face again, for sleeping with the guy he loved...
Inuyasha shook his head violently, forcing the thoughts from his head before they chased away his good mood. Because all that mattered was he got to stay, and accompanying that thought was the main reason why he was so happy, the same thing he realized last night when he let Naraku have him. The reason that he had to let him have him...
Because I love him.
So there you have it! Finally, the seventh chapter. Sooooooo, for excuses, first of I would like to plead that through a series of events, that my fanfiction folder got deleted on my computer. So that half finished chapter I originally told you about? It has passed on, and it took a while for my brain to get over it's mourning period :(. But, out of it's depression, it's kicking again! I reeeeeally hope this chapter was good enough for you guys, I worked extra hard on it! Thank you, and please review~!
~P.N.
