Brotherly Love

Chapter One

His Chosen Destony

Me: I'm sorry. But I am super bored so I really want to start a new story. -.- I'm never going to finish these stories!! Oh well, here's another fic for you and I hope you like it.

"Traitor." Yuki murmured while bright coloured blood spewed from her mouth.

The man infront of her didn't realize that a smile creapt over his face.

"How long?" asked Yuki. Her dark hair matted down by all the blood. "How long?!" she demanded sharply. She let out a howl of pain as a knife cut deep into her chest.

The man tugged it out and more blood spurted out. The woman's eyes lost colour as they rolled back into her head and she crumbled to the ground, blood puddling under her.

The man couldn't help himself. He tossed his head back and laughed. His laughter was cut short as Yuki lifted her hand up, reached over and placed it on his shoe.

"God won't let you get away." she murmured hoarsly, then with her eyes still open, she rolled over and didn't move after that.

The man shook the hand off of his shoe.

God won't let you get away.

Was that what she said?

Had her words cursed him?

It didn't matter. Part of his goal was accomplished and he wouldn't let some dead queen ruin his future plans.

The dark figure in front of her stared at the body and he looked around as he saw someone coming.

Inutaisho and his son.

"Mama!" cried a five year old Inuyasha as he saw that his mother's body wasn't moving and from that point, would never move again. Inuyasha sniffled and hugged his mother. "Chichi-ue?"

Inutaisho looked down on his son's innocent, large, twinkling amber eyes with sympathy. He bent down and patted his son on the head. "Yes my son?"

Inuyasha wiped a tear away from his eyes. "Will mama wake up soon?"

The question started the King. He sighed and shook his head solumnly. Inuyasha started wailing and hugged his father.

An 13 year old boy walked up from behind them.

"Chichi-ue." he whispered. "Is she--?"

The King slowly nodded as a sob was caught in his throat.

"But - how?" asked the boy.

"I do not know." said Inutaisho. "We found her like this." he gestured to the stabbed woman lying in front of them. Her long black hair hung over her eyes that were staring blankly at the sky. They looked like pale brown glass balls.

The boy leaned down and examined the body. "Mother." he murmured reaching forward and picking up the lifeless hand and putting it on his own. "Who did this to you?"

Inutaisho hugged his second son. "We may never know." he turned himself to face him. "Sesshomaru, do you promise to always be there for your brother?"

The question surprised Sesshomaru. He had never really cared for that runt. He didn't hate him, but Inuyasha was always a pain to be around. But in a crisis like this, he felt as if he didn't have a choice.

Sesshomaru nodded. "Hai. Inuyasha will always be safe as long as he has me."

Inuyasha looked up at his older brother with watering eyes. "Sesshomaru nii-chan, do you mean that?"

Sesshomaru chuckled as he pulled his brother close to him. "Hai Inuyasha."

Inuyasha sniffled. "Mon? Arrigatou nei." he smiled a bit.

Inutaisho smiled. He was glad that they were getting along. Because they would have to rely on eachother for a long time. Because he knew his time was coming soon - and would have to take care of his children and protect them.

"Stop crying you silly little hanyou." Sesshomaru said being hyprocritc, as he felt hot tears run down his face as well.

Mother, he thought. I will avenge you. But for now I have to take care of Inuyasha. Your death has changed his life and I have to help him life through it.

"Stop crying." Sesshomaru snapped as he lifted his hand up and wipped away his own tears. He widend his eyes as he saw that Inuyasha's soft, silver hair was drenched in blood.

His mother's blood.

Sesshomaru looked over at his own hair. There also was blood.

He looked back down on his brother, with his arms tightly around him.

How long will you be crying? He wondered. Now that mother is gone, she can't ward away the nightmares of death and murder. She won't be able to hug and kiss you anymore. She won't be able to love you.

Sesshomaru gave his brother a sympathectic glance.

"Be strong." he whispered. "Be optimistic."

Inuyasha pulled away. "What's op-ta-mis-tic?" he asked, trying to sound out the letters while sniffling.

Sesshomaru laughed. He lightly pinched his brother's chubby cheek. "It means always looking on the good side. The glass is always half full, ne?"

Inuyasha smiled. "Hai! We'll be optimistic forever!"

Sesshomaru sighed. Will you Inuyasha? Will you ever get over your mother's death?

Inuyasha screamed as he saw his mother's coffin lower into the ground. Sesshomaru held him back as he tried to run forward and make them stop.

"No!" he screamed. "Mama! Bia de nii-chan!! Let me go!"

Sesshomaru pulled Inuyasha towards him and covered his eyes.

"Nani!?" Inuyasha screamed. Sesshomaru felt on his hand that he was crying. "I want to help mother!! They're getting rid of her!"

Sesshomaru hugged Inuyasha. "I'm sorry Inuyasha. But we can't do a thing to bring her back.

It was a week after their mother's funeral. Sesshomaru wondered around the castle often since then. He knew everyone turn, every wall. Inutaisho was working a lot with his papers and Inuyasha just kept into his room.

While Sesshomaru walked through the castle like he always did, he stopped in front of a large mirror. He turned towards it and stared at his own reflection.

He looked horrible. His small amber eyes were wide and filled with fear. Fear for Inuyasha was his guess. And his bottom lip was caked with blood. From chewing it? He didn't know. His long silver hair still had the slight scent of blood in it. But was that scent real? Or was it his imagination? He stared at his thin features and the two purple stripes on each side of his face.

Sesshomaru was a full youkai. Inuyasha was only han youkai - a hanyou. He had always teased his brother for it. Always teased his and always made him cry. He never thought on it. But now he did.

Inuyasha's hanyou form makes him original. Mother blessed him with that gift. Not cursed him. Inuyasha always wanted to be like his brother. Sesshomaru had caught Inuyasha smearing purple ink on his cheeks. Sesshomaru felt sorry for the little hanyou.

He shook his head.

Stop these thoughts, he scolded himself. They're only making you weak. You have to be stronger from now on. You can't let anything bring you down. You're independant. This is the optimistic part of your mother's death. She made you stronger. And someday you'll avenge her.

He nodded and circled the castle a few more times. He felt his legs grow heavy, then headed back into his own chamber.

He stopped as he came by Inuyasha's room. He heard a soft sobbing. Inuyasha hadn't shed tears since the funeral. So why was he starting now? Sesshomaru had decided to go and comfort Inuyasha.

He walked up to the door and slowly opened it, not letting Inuyasha see. And it worked. He hadn't noticed the door opening. His eyes were focused on something else.

Sesshomaru burst into the room.

"Inuyasha!" he yelled. Inuyasha gasped as he spun around and saw his older brother.

"Nii-chan...." Inuyasha said, hiding something behind his back. Sesshomaru walked closer to him.

"Inuyasha - what are you doing with that knife?!"

Me: So what did you think? Was it good? I hope you liked it. Well that's obvious isn't that? -.- oh well. Please R&R!!

Inuyasha: nuh uh!! You're not going anywhere?

Me: (at the door) (turns head) Mhmm?

Inuyasha: Ahem. What was with this chapter?

Me: (whistles) hehe find out next chapter love!

Inuyasha: o.o I don't like the sounds of that.