Written By: PsychoDahlia
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the related characters...
InuYasha carried the almost empty pizza box to the couch and settled down. Turning on the television he noticed Sesshoumaru was glancing over as the news came on and talk of the murders riddled the room. Arching an eyebrow, the hanyou turned his attention to the news, while at the same time keeping himself aware of his brother's actions.
Had any of his friends from five hundred years ago seen the sight they would've assumed an evil spirit had taken over Inu Yasha's body and had forced him into making an ally out of his brother. In fact, the brother's had been almost forced to quell their hatred for on another when they had realized the demons of Japan, and likely the world, were disappearing. In an odd twist of fate, the two had come together about two hundred years ago and had, for the most part, resigned themselves to being related.
Inu Yasha noticed Sesshoumaru's patience with the news broadcast was wearing thin and decided it would be safest if he turned it off. Sesshoumaru had long lost the desire to kill his younger sibling, but that didn't mean he wouldn't beat him up. Inu Yasha quickly changed the channel to a cartoon and waited Sesshoumaru's reaction.
"I wasn't aware you watched the Power Puff Girls." Sesshoumaru arched an eyebrow, hiding his pleasure that his little brother feared him enough to change the channel. Opening the door which connected his bedroom to the rest of the apartment he moved toward his closet and realized something.
He was going to have to do his laundry sometime in the next week. Sesshoumaru hated doing laundry; it was a wretched human chore that he detested. Even if it did make the humans around him smell a great deal better than they had in the past, it was still time consuming and irritating.
"I wasn't aware you even knew about the Power Puff Girls!" Inu Yasha hollered. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and selected and clean shirt. White silk with buttons and a collar, Sesshoumaru liked it; it reminded him of when being a demon lord meant power over humans and other demons. Removing his pants, he selected a black pair of slacks and donned them. Pausing to glance at himself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect, he put on his house slippers and re-entered the living room.
"Surely Inu Yasha, you don't think I'm so detached that I don't notice the Americans selling Japan their pathetic means of entertainment?"
"I'm surprised you even notice. Isn't giving thought to human affairs beneath you?"
"It is, but it's difficult not to notice it when human brats take such joy in wearing cruddy American shirts with such cartoons emblazed on them." Sesshoumaru looked at the t.v. and noticed Inu Yasha had changed the channel again. "Hentai? I thought you had better taste. Even you wouldn't demean yourself to a sexual relationship with a human."
Inu Yasha blushed. "Don't...don't talk about..."
"Hn. Well, if you want to risk getting one of their diseases, don't let me stop you."
"This coming from someone who has been celibate for over five hundred years." Inu Yasha grumbled. Noticing Sesshoumaru's stare, he looked away.
"Any particular reason why you're here?" Sesshoumaru asked cryptically.
"Can't a guy visit his dear older brother once in a while without catching flack for it?"
"No."
Inu Yasha sighed. "I should have known you'd say that. If you must know, I've met her again and I need a place to crash without her seeing me."
"I do not keep track of all your pathetic little acquaintances, who did you meet?"
"You remember, five hundred years ago, when I met a girl?"
"Hn. She was irritating."
Inu Yasha twitched. "So was...." Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, daring Inu Yasha to finish the sentence. "Jaken. Jaken was really irritating."
"Hn."
"Well, that girl I met, Kagome, she was from the future." Sesshoumaru's face remained passive, giving no indication of whether or not he believed his brother. "I mean, she would go back five hundred years ago and we would meet when she freed me." Inu Yasha paused. "She looked like her. I mean Kikyo."
"Hn."
"Come to think of it, she looked kinda like Rin too."
It was Sesshoumaru's turn to pause. If this girl looked like Rin, it was possible...no. Reincarnation was a foolish human belief brought about by their unwillingness to let go of those who had passed on. More than likely the girl just had a resemblance to Rin, or was a descendant.
"You should remember Kagome, you saved her once, if only for your own desires. She wore a short skirt."
Sesshoumaru said nothing. He remembered the human perfectly and she had resembled Rin to the point where the two could have been related.
"Anyways, I put Kagome through so much in the past. I don't want her to suffer now as well." Inu Yasha stared at the carpet.
Sesshoumaru spared his brother a glance. "That's not the only reason you're here."
Inu Yasha sweatdropped. "How did....?"
"Your acting skills have not improved at all in the past few centuries."
Inu Yasha sighed. "Sometimes I think it was better when we were trying to slaughter each other every time we spoke." Noticing Sesshoumaru was still looking at him he continued: "It's that time of the month." The minute he said that he knew it was the wrong thing to say.
"I wasn't aware you held an interest in gender switching."
Inu Yasha snarled. "Damn it, you know what I mean! I need a place to stay for the night, that's all. I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow."
"Very well." Sesshoumaru turned and walked into the bedroom where he had laid his sword down. Grasping it by the hilt, he turned back to the living room and threw it on the sofa beside Inu Yasha. "Make yourself useful and clean that."
Inu Yasha twitched. "What am I, your maid?"
"Consider it your one day's rent."
InuYasha carried the almost empty pizza box to the couch and settled down. Turning on the television he noticed Sesshoumaru was glancing over as the news came on and talk of the murders riddled the room. Arching an eyebrow, the hanyou turned his attention to the news, while at the same time keeping himself aware of his brother's actions.
Had any of his friends from five hundred years ago seen the sight they would've assumed an evil spirit had taken over Inu Yasha's body and had forced him into making an ally out of his brother. In fact, the brother's had been almost forced to quell their hatred for on another when they had realized the demons of Japan, and likely the world, were disappearing. In an odd twist of fate, the two had come together about two hundred years ago and had, for the most part, resigned themselves to being related.
Inu Yasha noticed Sesshoumaru's patience with the news broadcast was wearing thin and decided it would be safest if he turned it off. Sesshoumaru had long lost the desire to kill his younger sibling, but that didn't mean he wouldn't beat him up. Inu Yasha quickly changed the channel to a cartoon and waited Sesshoumaru's reaction.
"I wasn't aware you watched the Power Puff Girls." Sesshoumaru arched an eyebrow, hiding his pleasure that his little brother feared him enough to change the channel. Opening the door which connected his bedroom to the rest of the apartment he moved toward his closet and realized something.
He was going to have to do his laundry sometime in the next week. Sesshoumaru hated doing laundry; it was a wretched human chore that he detested. Even if it did make the humans around him smell a great deal better than they had in the past, it was still time consuming and irritating.
"I wasn't aware you even knew about the Power Puff Girls!" Inu Yasha hollered. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and selected and clean shirt. White silk with buttons and a collar, Sesshoumaru liked it; it reminded him of when being a demon lord meant power over humans and other demons. Removing his pants, he selected a black pair of slacks and donned them. Pausing to glance at himself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect, he put on his house slippers and re-entered the living room.
"Surely Inu Yasha, you don't think I'm so detached that I don't notice the Americans selling Japan their pathetic means of entertainment?"
"I'm surprised you even notice. Isn't giving thought to human affairs beneath you?"
"It is, but it's difficult not to notice it when human brats take such joy in wearing cruddy American shirts with such cartoons emblazed on them." Sesshoumaru looked at the t.v. and noticed Inu Yasha had changed the channel again. "Hentai? I thought you had better taste. Even you wouldn't demean yourself to a sexual relationship with a human."
Inu Yasha blushed. "Don't...don't talk about..."
"Hn. Well, if you want to risk getting one of their diseases, don't let me stop you."
"This coming from someone who has been celibate for over five hundred years." Inu Yasha grumbled. Noticing Sesshoumaru's stare, he looked away.
"Any particular reason why you're here?" Sesshoumaru asked cryptically.
"Can't a guy visit his dear older brother once in a while without catching flack for it?"
"No."
Inu Yasha sighed. "I should have known you'd say that. If you must know, I've met her again and I need a place to crash without her seeing me."
"I do not keep track of all your pathetic little acquaintances, who did you meet?"
"You remember, five hundred years ago, when I met a girl?"
"Hn. She was irritating."
Inu Yasha twitched. "So was...." Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, daring Inu Yasha to finish the sentence. "Jaken. Jaken was really irritating."
"Hn."
"Well, that girl I met, Kagome, she was from the future." Sesshoumaru's face remained passive, giving no indication of whether or not he believed his brother. "I mean, she would go back five hundred years ago and we would meet when she freed me." Inu Yasha paused. "She looked like her. I mean Kikyo."
"Hn."
"Come to think of it, she looked kinda like Rin too."
It was Sesshoumaru's turn to pause. If this girl looked like Rin, it was possible...no. Reincarnation was a foolish human belief brought about by their unwillingness to let go of those who had passed on. More than likely the girl just had a resemblance to Rin, or was a descendant.
"You should remember Kagome, you saved her once, if only for your own desires. She wore a short skirt."
Sesshoumaru said nothing. He remembered the human perfectly and she had resembled Rin to the point where the two could have been related.
"Anyways, I put Kagome through so much in the past. I don't want her to suffer now as well." Inu Yasha stared at the carpet.
Sesshoumaru spared his brother a glance. "That's not the only reason you're here."
Inu Yasha sweatdropped. "How did....?"
"Your acting skills have not improved at all in the past few centuries."
Inu Yasha sighed. "Sometimes I think it was better when we were trying to slaughter each other every time we spoke." Noticing Sesshoumaru was still looking at him he continued: "It's that time of the month." The minute he said that he knew it was the wrong thing to say.
"I wasn't aware you held an interest in gender switching."
Inu Yasha snarled. "Damn it, you know what I mean! I need a place to stay for the night, that's all. I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow."
"Very well." Sesshoumaru turned and walked into the bedroom where he had laid his sword down. Grasping it by the hilt, he turned back to the living room and threw it on the sofa beside Inu Yasha. "Make yourself useful and clean that."
Inu Yasha twitched. "What am I, your maid?"
"Consider it your one day's rent."