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Hey mina-san!
Thanks
for so far as to actually get to part 2. [^^;;] It's a little
sketchy.. I plan on revamping it so
that the transitions flows better… but I was threaten into sending it…
[-.-] kowaii tomodachi desu.
*kissu* Please send comments! Or, constructive criticism.
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Brotherly
Love:
An
Inu-yasha fanfic.
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"Inu-yaaaaaasha!"
"Inu-yasha!"
Kagome
stared off into the general direction Inu-yasha had wildly torn through. Leaves scattered in emerald death, air thick
with hurt and anger. His eyes . . .
they seemed so . . . haunted. Getting over her initial anger had been easy, Kagome reflected. Once she had seen the anger in those amber
eyes, coalescing with spite and malice, she froze.
"You
guys . . ." Kagome picked up a crinkled
leaf. "Stop." Three pairs of widened eyes looked at her. She stared off, wind whispering soft secrets
into her ears before gliding long airy fingers through ebony strands.
"Kagome-sama,
I don't know if that's a good . . ." Miroku stopped when he glanced at her eyes.
"For
once," she said, head bowed to the ground. "This isn't our fight… it's his. . . "
Because
I saw his hatred. His malice. Spite. Dark depths in your golden eyes, Inu-yasha, that swallowed light and
consumed everything.
But
behind all that. Behind the mavelonce .
. . the snarl working through your throat . . .
I
saw the hurt. The confusion.
The
love.
"Only
his."
The
crinkled leaf danced with the wind, waltzing obliviously as it was torn apart
with the zephyr's embrace. Every part
shattered until it could shatter no more . . .
And
the broken pieces danced on.
Consumed
by love.
~ * ~
"Why
'once upon a time?' Why not 'on the day
of the first moon' or 'when the sun died'?"
"Because
. . ." Soft laughter. "Because that's the way this story goes."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Oh."
He
grumbled. "S'not creative but it'll
do."
His
companion laughed softly. "I'm glad you
accept it so." Long fingers swept
through his hair, dirty and ragged as it was, as if stained by earth with black
and brown. Suddenly, he felt
ashamed. Ashamed that he hadn't dressed
nicer. Bathed beforehand. Combed his hair. As if those gentle fingers sensed his
thoughts, they tightened their hold and hugged him close to that soft body full
of sweet secret smiles and even secreter little gifts of food at midnight.
Secreter
gifts of food at midnight are good.
Very
good. Great, even.
He
sighed, soft breath full of happiness as he snuggled in the protective cocoon
of warmth. "Continue on," he said with
a touch of arrogance. The little kid
even waved his hand majestically with a grin that his brother couldn't see but
knew it was there, nonetheless.
His
brother inclined his head. "I,
Sesshoumaru, shall do as you say, Oh Great Little One."
The
little kid smiled against the fabric. "Well done." He thumped his brother's
chest. "But I'm s'not little," he added
with a firm nod.
"Yes,
Oh Great Not-Little One."
"Che." He sat up and faced his brother, chubby hand
tracing the maroon stripes on his face. Sometimes, in rare moments of thinking, he was struck at how similar
they were…
And
yet, weren't.
Little
fingers captured moon-silk. Moon-silk,
the perfect word for his brother's hair. It was like . . . spun sugar. A
grin popped on his face. Wonder what
Maru-nichan would do if he tried some? He twisted the threads tight on his finger and childishly (but
majestically, of course) tugged. As
Sesshoumaru leaned his face a little closer, he brought his own ragged hair up and stared.
There
was one major difference, he decided. Maru-nichan was pretty. He released
the hair, hypnotized by how they seemed to glide with languid movements
like those of the wind and feathers. Pretty. He smiled, and a sound
that was not a giggle (because he would never giggle) came
forth. Maru-nichan was pretty.
He
grinned. Like a girl.
Sesshoumaru
raised his brow.
He
grinned again. Sometimes Maru-nichan
could say more with that brow then he could with his mouth. It was useful, he decided. He wanted to learn that technique,
also. Maybe he could say dirty words to
all those nasty smelling people that patted his head in front of his father's
face but hissed at him out of papa's view. And then they would . . . –
Hey! Didn't Maru-nichan owe him story?
"I
want my story." He grumbled, folding
his arms, pink fabric rustling softly with the movement, making both their ears
twitch as fire-rat fur slide across whatever stuff his brother wore.
Sesshoumaru
smoothed the tangled ivory hair, nails caressing his little brother's ears as a
very tiny smile curved his lips. That pink fire-rat fur looked absolutely ridiculous on his little
brother. Especially when Inu-chan was
trying to appear mighty and . . . dare he say. . . macho?
"Alright. Here's your story."
~ * ~
Pleasure
was not something he was used to waking up with. Hard stones that annoyed and insisted on breeding on every
fucking sleeping ground was something he'd learned to live with. Branches that poked and would sometimes prod
the most sensitive of areas was also another traveling hazard.
But
pleasure?
Pleasure
was fucking unusual, Inu-yasha sleepily murmured in his mind. Black covers slid against his skin in cool
waves, tantalizing in its soft, stroking touches. Sinking into the bed, Inu-yasha let out an appreciative
sigh. Aaah, fucking unusual but
definitely recommended.
A
deep-rooted pleasure that warmed the insides and spiraled in soft tendrils
caressed his senses. Serenity seeped
into his body and he curled in the bed, sighing a bit in happiness. These pillows and blankets felt absolutely
wonderful against his skin.
Inu-yasha
blinked. What the. . . ? Lifting the cool silk, Inu-yasha stared down
in horror. "What the FUCK?!"
"Where
the HELL are my FUCKING CLOTHES!!" A ferocious snarl reverberated through the room as Inu-yasha stalked
across the floor. Snowy fur bristled
angrily into spiky, icy peaks as his rage grew. "What kind of fucking, sick, twisted joke is that bastard
screwing with? Someone needs to teach
him some fucking manners." Golden eyes glinted sharply. "And I know just who—"
"Tsk,
tsk." Shit. Inu-yasha's eyes widened as the door opened slowly, creaking with
an ominous purr of the future. "Such .
. . words." The arrogant bastard licks
his lips and Inu-yasha could feel his heart twist. With hatred, of course.
Not
anything else.
"Shove
it, prick."
Sesshoumaru
only smiled as a growl prowled in dangerous purr within Inu-yasha's
throat. Gliding languidly, the folds of
silk draped intricately over one another, weaving, tumbling and parading their beauty
for all to see and worship.
He
was on a Hunt. And his Prey was right
before him.
A
fiery chill snaked icily along Inu-yasha's back.
Inu-yasha
had seen a lot of expression on that arrogant prick's face in the (unfortunate)
long span of time he'd known him. This
one was freaky. Momentarily losing the
pissed-off expression, the half-demon unconsciously took a step back, claws
tightening on the silky material around his waist. There was an edge to this particular smile he'd never seen
before, a sort of rakish danger tainting the air.
"Shove
it?" Inu-yasha could practically feel
the insinuation sinking into his bare skin as Sesshoumaru smirked. "Shove it where?"
One
hand gripped the coverlet tightly as the other snaked out behind him, desperate
fingers on a desperate mission to find some sort of weapon. Any sort of fucking weapon, Inu-yasha
thought wildly as that dark, hungry look in his brother's eyes tore away at any
of his usual brash anger.
There
had been a time when such words, insinuations, connotations or just anything
would have overjoyed him. Inu-yasha
snarled; this was no time to sink into self-pity! He had to get out of here, away from his sadistic brother and
back to Kagome. He had to protect
her. That thought conquered his mind
and he could feel the familiar anger hissing up his throat in a hot sense of
power.
"I
know exactly where, you fucking asshole. Shove it right up your fucking—"
Then
Sesshoumaru, with that fucking always-present knowing smile, kissed him.
Some
say that surprise is the best plan of silence.
And
kissing one's brother is definitely a surprise.
Devouring
all of Inu-yasha's remaining words in a heated exchange of breath, Sesshoumaru
had to agree. The angry hiss quickly
settled into an agitated murmur in his little brother's throat . . . which only
made his blood ran hot, the full-blooded demon reflected. There was something terribly exciting in
dominating his brash sibling, sliding that young body against his own in
contouring motions.
Brutality
masked with canine supremacy in a slick dance, a battle even now between them
filled with wet caresses and a languid domination Sesshoumaru seemed to hold
over Inu-yasha. Hair so white it
gleamed silver spilled over battered, rugged strands of the softest blue, a
color right between the clouds and the clearest sky.
Gleaming
nails clung to the soft folds of silk, their unkempt sharp ends sinking
ungraciously into the kimono. Inu-yasha
struggled, to breathe, to move, to . . . something! Damnit! Snarling,
Inu-yasha's temper provoked him. Weakling! What sort of demon are you? Submitting to the likes of him?! This fucking asshole who tortured you with
visions of a living mother . . . who plunged his dark fingers into your eye and
smiled as he withdrew a pebble . . . the same "pure-blooded" demon who tried to
kill Kagome . . ?
Sesshoumaru
caressed one of Inu-yasha's ears, scratching the bottom of the left just right. A soft of softness enwrapped his mood,
hinting of subtle malice and carnal desire. Fiercely conquering the kiss, his tongue swept past the weak, virgin
attempts of his little prey's, gliding against its delicious wiggle. The taste nearly drove him mad. Forbidden fruit ripened in this mouth, a wet
cavern of ecstasy, taboo and a struggling submission that only spiked
Sesshoumaru's need.
A
slight weakening of the knees and Inu-yasha cursed the sensibility of his ears,
especially his left one. The tiny
twitch his fingers displayed only further ensnared his nails into Sesshoumaru's
web. Beating thoughts raked against his
mind, clawing viciously at his weak, weak body. Inu-yasha's tiny tendril of suppressed
thought rose minutely in a whisp of longing.
At
that moment, Inu-yasha's mind paled in clarity. Muscles tightening, he held taunt, strumming with tension as he
tried to plan this exactly right. If he
could time this right . . . Pushing all thoughts aside, flinging the weak haze
of once-upon-a-time, he sank into the kiss. Tongues slide across each other, slick bodies mating in bruising
dominance and submission. Choking back
a moan, Inu-yasha languidly licked Sesshoumaru's sharp teeth, slowly moving to
the full-blooded demon's bottom lip in a very . . . uncharacteristic . . .
nibble.
His
eyes dilated. Now!
Inu-yasha's
body paused, held still in frozen time right before his spring. Right before Sesshoumaru ran his fingers
against Inu-yasha's neck . . . but not before the smirking demon swiftly
transferred his mouth to right beside that twitching furry ear of
Inu-yasha's.
"Checkmate."
I
miss you . . . Maru-nichan!