Cherry Blossoms of White Death
Author's Note : Woah, super delay on the updates. Seriously, I was planning on getting this chapter up very early. Let's say the day after I posted chapter five. Sorry for the evil cliffy I left up for a while. Lack of updates can be blamed on intense playing of Resident Evil Zero, Resident Evil 4, and Paper Mario 2. Billy Coen owns so much and Leon Kennedy is so hot. Also, I haven't been feeling all that great, lately. To tell you the truth, I've been very down and when I'm like that I don't write. Anyway, aside from that, this will be the last chapter of their daily life living in the mansion. Next chapter will be the start of them getting lost in haunted village. I see that quite a few of the readers of this story haven't played Fatal Frame 2 and I'm kinda worried that they might stop reading once I get into those chapters. (cries) I hope not. Oh, and thank you for the reviews, everyone. XellossMChan and Silverwitch07, you don't even know how great those reviews made me feel! It really boosted my writing ego! Heh, just kidding. Plus, thank you Shelby, LadyPhreyaKaiba, luvinukagome, and Izz for numerous reviews on different chapters.

LadyPhreyaKaiba asks : "Will Sae Prossesse Sesshomaru again and try to kill Inuyasha?"

"Have you ever play a horror game and no matter what happen you just weren't scared?"

Yes, I plan on her possessing him, again. And her trying to kill Inuyasha. Although, I'm not quite sure if I will have her attack Inuyasha through Sesshoumaru's body. That does sound interesting, though. As far as horror games go, I would have to say I don't get that scared. I'm just at the edge of my seat dreading what will happen next; feeling overly anxious. I have to force myself to continue on! Heh, it's really funny that horror games do that to me, but I just love that they have that effect. At the start of playing both Fatal Frame games, I got freaked out somewhat, but I just kept playing. As for other horror games, they don't scare me, at all. I just run around kicking ass and running into walls. I still suck at the Resident Evil controls. I somehow always manage to get hung up when a zombie lunges at me. So I end up getting injured and freak out about that. Then, I get attacked by more zombies until I usually die. It's really sad, but I love playing, anyway.

Inuyasha : Mind explaining why the hell I didn't get to say anything last chapter?

Hamona : Because Sesshoumaru had to go to the doctor. Geeze, don't you remember anything?

Inuyasha : Just shut up, will ya!

Hamona : You're the one that asked!

Inuyasha : So what if I did!

Hamona : Don't start with me! SIT!

Inuyasha : (looks worried but then smirks when nothing happens)

Hamona : Oh, shut up, Inuyasha!

Sesshoumaru : I tire of this. (knocks Inuyasha out)

Hamona : Looks like things are back to normal...


Chapter Six - The Moonlight From the Man

" It's our fault for running away... "


Inuyasha stood infront of me, his features were set hard and his expression was blank like a Kabuki mask. I stared back at him, feeling uneasy. Butterflies danced around my stomache and I felt nauseous. My legs were weak beneath me, so I had to fight to stay standing. The room around me was dark, only dim lighting from nearby torches brought forth any light. I didn't know where I was, but the stench of the room was slowly starting to drive me mad. The stench of rotting corpses clung strongly to the air, and I felt myself having to choke down the vile that wanted to spew forth. 'Where is this? Why am I here? ' I found myself wondering. The unspoken words danced around my head before I formed them to come from my mouth. "Inuyasha, where is this place?"

That's when the strange feeling overpowered me, once again. That feeling the woman had given me moments before. So suffocating, eternally trapped, stuck. Bound together with this place of unwavering darkness.

'Surely, this is not where I am intended to stay? Not for long, anyway. I hope... '

Inuyasha stayed silent, the lighting from the torches washed over his expressionless face, making me more nervous then I already was. But, undoubtly, I would keep my cool and act as if nothing was bothering me. "I will not be one to repeat myself, so I expect a answer now."

Instead of responding back to my obvious statement, Inuyasha took large steps toward me until I could feel the warmth of his body against my own. I swallowed hard, stumbling back, before regaining my composure and shooting him a scornful look. A look that that told him to "keep away".

"What's wrong with you?" I questioned, taking another step back. My body brushed up against something cold and hard, and I found myself wanting to turn around and look at what I was touching, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. There was something strange about him. I wasn't sure at the time what it was, but somehow I had a sick feeling, I would come to realize it later on. Yet, the look in his eyes made me wonder if something was really wrong with him. They were so distant, so far away from me. Almost as if he was lost within himself, searching for a way back, but there was more about them. Whatever is was hid away, deep inside him. So deep, I could never reach him, even if I tried really hard. "Sesshoumaru." His lips molded to the movement of my name slowly as if he was just learning how to pronounce it. "We were born together, but we're meant to die separately."

If I could have, at that point, I would have stepped further back again but I was trapped. Stuck between two things. A being and a object. There was no escaping this, unless I ran, but where would I go? I didn't know this place, futhermore, I didn't want get to know it. This hell hole was putting my emotions on edge. Driving me to fear everything around me. That included him, especially him. But what was there to be scared of? He was my twin, after all. My brother, my blood, the other half of me. He was Inuyasha!

I took a deep breath, breathing in the stale air that encircled my shadowed form. I had a hard time trying to choke it down but somehow I managed. I would stand up to him and treat him the same way I always did! He could not scare me! I had to convince myself this, once I did, I would speak. I'd put him in his place like I was always forced to do.

I wanted to take another deep breath just to further my convincing, but I couldn't forget how sour the air had tasted in my mouth. I hesitated for a second before finally uttering out what I wanted to say to him. "Unfortunately, I myself, cannot interpret your ramblings of stupidity. So, do me the honor of explaining what it is you mean, exactly."

'There! I said it, I did it. See, I'm not as scared as I thought I was. '

"This place, this is the place to finally become one with you." Inuyasha told me, closing the small space between us. "Become one with me? That's preposterous." I stated, annoyed. I was sick of playing his little "word games". And more then anything, I was sick of him not answering my questions and responding with something that made no sense at all. "It's what I've always wanted. It's the only thing you could ever give me."

After he had finished speaking, he shoved me back forcefully. I was so suprised by his actions I had no time to catch my balance before I toppled over. The fall seemed to happen in slow motion, but when it finally happened, I landed painfully on my back. The rocky surface was clamy against the cloth of my shirt. So clamy, it stung.

'This is what I brushed up against but what is it? '

I didn't have time to think about such useless matters because Inuyasha was standing over me; like a hawk waiting for it's prey. "Inuyasha!" I cried out, getting up to attack him, but as soon as I went to sit up he shoved me back down. He held such brute strength. Strength, I didn't know he had. I struggled to get up again, but he was aware of what I going to do before I did it. So he was already holding onto me firmly. The only thing I could do now was lie there, confused. What did he think he was doing? Or better, yet. What was he going to do?

I stared into his eyes, trying to understand his actions. Why was he was acting like this toward me? This was in no way like him. I wanted him to go back to the way he was before. I wanted my Inuyasha back! The little brother who I thought I hated all these years. My other half, the one who had tried so hard to seek out my affection and failed miserably on numerous occasions.

The eyes that looked back at me glowed with fierce determation. Clearly, they were not the eyes of my brother. They were the eyes of someone else. Somebody or someTHING was was controlling Inuyasha now. I had to get my brother back! No matter what. "You're not Inuyasha!" I yelled out to the imposter who only ignored my words. "To become one with you, Sesshoumaru. That's what I've always wanted."

"That's not true! You don't know Inuyasha! You're not Inuyasha!" I shouted, trying to get up, again. I had to do it this time! I had to get my brother back! I forced myself up from the unknown object I was lying on. I pushed myself up with all my strength, driving myself to overpower the fake Inuyasha. But, in the end, I failed. I was unable to do anything, at all. "This is all I ever wanted." Inuyasha said, climbing over onto of me and closing his hands down against my neck. I squirmed underneath him still trying to fight, not only for my brother but now for my life. I had to stop what was going to happen. I had to stop the wretched fate that would soon take me.

"Back then I knew. I knew, I couldn't let you drown." My eyes widened at his words, but I couldn't allow myself to stop struggling. "I couldn't let you drown, just for this purpose." His grip tighten as he spoke. I tried clawing at his hands, trying to tear away his mighty grip from my neck.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins and my mind was racing 100 miles per hour. He clamped down harder. So hard, I thought my neck might snap in two. "I could have left you to drown but I saved you." How could he know that? What if this really was Inuyasha? What if it was him who was trying to kill me! "Inu...ya...sha...pl...e...a..se...st...o...p." I mumbled, my breathing was getting shallow and I felt like my lungs were about to burst open. I couldn't breathe.

"Inu...y...asha...I'm...d..y..in..g...ple...a...s..e...st...op!" I pleaded, hoping my voice would reach him. Fresh tears began to stream down my face and my body weakened. So much so, I had stopped trying to struggle with him.

I stayed like that. Everything around me was blurry and I felt lifeless, unable to move. Was this the way you felt before you died? But I knew I wasn't dead yet because I could still see Inuyasha and my body was still growing heavy with discomfort. My neck throbbed and I instinctively continued to try breathing but it was useless now. Everything was. "Y...ou'r...e...kill...in...g..m...e..."

His hands stayed planted on my neck, unmoving. Unmoving like my dead body.

"S-Ssess..houmaru, I-I can't s-stop." Inuyasha stampered. As he moved his mouth to the words, they came out joined together, as one. One as I would be with Inuyasha. "In...u...y...ash..a.." I whispered out his name one last time, before everything went dark, and the only thing I could see was dancing crimson butterflies.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I heard a voice cry out through the stream of butterflies. The voice I had heard with my deaf ears. It was the voice of my little brother. I had heard the sound of his voice. That and only that, would be the final and only thing I could hear before I would be carried off to heaven on the wings of a butterfly. The blood red wings I claimed as my own.

"Please, don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."

But what was that? There was something more, something much smaller. Something that made my heart skip a beat. Had I forgotten something? Was there someone I left behind?

"Don't leave me behind, I don't want you to go."

Barley audible mumbling formed little sounds in my once deaf ears. Sounds that made the pleasant night, sky around me wobble with anticipation. What was happening? That sound... were they words? Prayers? I had to know! They gave me a strange feeling, a feeling I had never felt before. Was it love? Concern? I didn't know, but whatever it was wanted me to drift back to it. It called me back, pulling me forever away from my new found peace. My new found home was disappearing around me, but I didn't bother trying to reach out and beckon it back. I only wanted to know what was causing that sound...

Soon I would know. Soon I would hear it clearly.

Yet, it seemed the opposite. The sound was fadind away and everything was going back to being silent around me. Oh no, I was becoming deaf, again! I scrambled to my feet trying to run back the other way; back the way where the sky was, but everything was gone now. Everything except..

The light?

The small bits and pieces of darkness was crumbling away around me and I was being drawn back; back to where I was before. I awoke with a sudden jolt. The little room greeted me back with familiarity. I recognized it as my room. What I didn't recognize was the feeling of warm arms plastered around me. I visibly shuttered underneath the sensitive touch of the unusual contact. I blinked a few times trying to clear my fuzzy eyesite which was obscuring the brightness of the room.

I could faintly make out the outline of a person looking down at me. The blurry image moved slighty, shifting uncomfortably against me, yet for some reason they continued to stay where they were. Second by second, the blur was coming into focus and soon it became clear who it was.

It was Inuyasha!

I felt my body tense under the realization before I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Don't touch me!"

He stumbled back, away from me, startled. Inuyasha shifted his weight to the end of my bed, staring at me through red, puffy eyes. It looked as if he had been crying. 'Could it be? Had he shed tears for me? No. NO! No, that just wasn't possible.' I scowled myself for even thinking it. But here I was believing he had killed me.. with his very hands. Yet, he did no such thing. I was living proof of his innocence, wasn't I? Had it all really been a dream? I wonder..

I turned my eyes to the floor, avoiding his gaze. I felt sort of bad for yelling at him, since he had been crying. I guess, I didn't have a right to hate him. After all, he didn't kill me. I should be thankful, I suppose?

"Why are you crying?" I questioned, looking back at him. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to remove the proof of wetness from his face. "I had something in my eye, all right?" Inuyasha lied, looking down at his legs. His bangs fell loosly over his eyes, but I could still see his lips. "Spare me." I told him, giving a little snicker at his response. He was a awful liar. And not only that, but a fool to think anybody would buy THAT. "Would you get off my back about it! I already told you what happened!"

"Inuyasha." I said his name smugly. "You know very well you were crying. So much so, you do a pitiful job at hiding it. I should think you would know better then to resort to such weaknesses infront of me. Surely, you must have known, I would not be one to comfort you, but rather to point out how childlike you still remain."

"So what if I cried? What's it to you, anyway!

"Only that I bear no such weakness."

"Are you finshed, yet! Because quite frankly I'm tired of listening to you go on and on about how you're so much better then me! I wish you'd shut your fucking mouth for a change!"

"Is the little man getting angry?" I taunted, giving a half smile. This. What was this? What was I doing? I was supposed to giving him a lump of my pity, not making him hate me, further. I was no good at this. No good, at all. This was in no way turning out the way I wanted it to. Then again, I wasn't really sure how I had expected it be from the start. I guess, it could have been nice if he would have just answered the question and not been so stubborn about it. If he would have only done that, then I wouldn't have said what I said. 'Let's try this again.' I told myself, hoping I could pull this off. It was hard being nice. Infact, I hated being nice. It wasn't me...

"I tire of this fighting with you, Inuyasha. Allow me, if you will, to start over." I replied, hoping my "try again" light would blink enough times to let him know I meant what I said. "What are you up to, now?" He questioned, suspiciously. I bit my tongue. I had a reply for him, all right. A reply he wouldn't like one bit, but I couldn't let it out. I had to hold it in. "Must we go over this, again? I already told you."

"If you say so."

"Tell me why you were crying." I responded, barley moving my mouth to speak. Although, I figured it sounded more like a order then a request. I only hoped it had come out low. A whisper, even. I wanted him to struggle to hear me because I was overly uneasy with having to voice what I was thinking; when usually I did no such thing. I always kept to myself before. I'm not sure if I really liked being that way. Regardless if I liked it, I had grown accustomed to it. It was the only way I knew how to live. I was attached to being that way. It was the only way for me to be, one might say.

A long silence filtered the air and I knew now that the chances of him to answering me were slim to none. 'I should have known not to bother with such.' I thought dryly.

"Are you going to tell me or what?" I asked, annoyed. I could feel my eye beginning to twitch from not being able to express my agitation with words. I eyed him impatiently. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, keeping his head low, and letting his hair hang over his face. In such a mannor, it hid half of his face. He looked like he was ashamed of himself. Why? I didn't know.

"I-I didn't know what to do. You really scared me, Sesshoumaru. You stopped breathing and I thought you were dead, so I cried." My mouth dropped open. I was stuck in the moment, struck with awe. I couldn't believe my ears, or to be technical, my eyes. Had he really mouthed those words to me, just now? Had he really cried for me? Did he really care about me? I didn't know what to say, I could only sit there, frozen. All these years, I had lived hating him, at least, trying to hate him. I wanted him to despise me back, so it would give me more reasons to hate him. Hate him for what he did to me all those years ago. I did everything in my power to make him loathe me, and now I had finally found out his true feelings. He still cared about me. He still even seemed to love me. Still! After all the misery I had given to him. My attempt to make him loathe me had failed. My attempt to hate him had failed too. Oh, Inuyasha. My brother, I should have known I couldn't change you. You were never like me. It was I who was weak, not you. It was never you. Always me...

I was so pathetic back then, but even now, I am even more pathetic.

"Inuyasha." I mumbled, looking at my twin through cloudy eyes. "I'm sorry." I told him, throwing my arms around his body and embracing him with all the warmth my rotten heart could offer. It wasn't much but it was enough. Enough for him to know I cared for him. To know, I always had. "I'm so sorry." I repeated more emotional this time. Inuyasha returned the hug, tightening his arms harder against me; pulling me more snug into him. Everything was blurry, again. So, I let the tears fall, this time. No more fighting them back. So what if I was weak.. I wasn't trying to impress anybody.

Inuyasha drew back slowly before we were face to face. "Don't be sorry." He told me, giving a barley notable smile. He stared at me a moment before speaking again. "Uh, Sesshoumaru? Are you crying?" He queried with sheer amazement. "If I am, what of it?" I turned my head away from him, realizing this "whole" brotherly love thing was moving way to fast for me. Sure, it was nice for five seconds, but now I had grown tired of it. Tired of being friendly. It was not in my character and I would never find any fondness in pretending to be that way. So what if I didn't hate him? So what if he didn't hate me back? Frankly, I was glad all this had be settled, yet just because of it didn't mean I would change. Never did I sign into becoming a friendly person who acted respectful towards others. "Inuyasha, I think you should get out."

I felt the bed raise up from underneath me meaning either: he would leave without a argument or he would argue and then leave. I saw his shadown slipping over me until his form was infront of me. "Whatever, Sesshoumaru. It's time to start school, anyway." He said before walking away, out the door, without a argument. This was strange. Then again, my whole night/morning had been strange.

I glanced over at my alarm clock. 7:58 the large, red numbers read bright. I sighed and decided it was past time to change out of the towel I was still wearing.

Once I was changed I went downstairs ungreeted by Inuyasha who was drumming his hand along the desk. An annoying habit I despised when I could hear. I trudged over to my chair, sitting down in the empty seat that was ice cold. I sat there silently hoping Inuyasha didn't try and talk to me. I'm sure he was smart enough to know I would treat him the same.

After a few seconds Kaede came in looking slightly pale. "What's wrong, Kaede?" Inuyasha asked, managing to look concerned for the old woman. "I'm sick. I think I have the flu." She answered, coughing into the kleenex she held forcefully. "Are you still going to teach us?" I questioned, leaning back in my chair. "No, I'm afraid not. You two will have to do something else today. Go outside or something." She responded before turning around and leaving quickly. I took it she didn't feel good, at all. She didn't even say goodbye. That was so unlike Kaede.

I turned my head to watch as Inuyasha jumped up from his seat to yell something out, I couldn't see. I wanted to ask, but I didn't bother. Instead, I stood up and left the room, going outside. As soon as I opened the door a man with dark eyes and dark hair was standing there staring at me. If I didn't keep my emotions so well guarded I would have jumped out of my skin. "Oh, hello. I'm sorry to bother, but I seemed to be lost." He said, the words rushed from his mouth. I could barley translate. I stared at him blankly, beckoning him to continue but he did no such thing. "And.." I trailed off.

"Oh, um, yes. You see, I'm a surveyor. Name's Masumi Makimura and I can't find the area I'm supposed to survey." He confessed, giving a bashful smile. "Silly I know, but do you happen to know the area around here?"

"This place you seek; tell me, what is it called?" I said, getting straight to the point. He started to respond, but stopped when Inuyasha went to stand by me. I rolled my eyes at my twin, annoyed that he was involving himself in something I already had under control. "Inuyasha, do you know when you're not needed or shall I tell you?" I said dryly, pushing him away from me. Inuyasha ignored me and began speaking to the man named Masumi Makimura. I balled up my fist and walked off. I didn't want to deal with either of them, so did the only thing left to do, I left.


(A/N:)
Whew! That's another chapter done with. Please, read and review! I will be forever grateful. Also, sorry for the slow update on this. Next chapter will be posted a lot quicker. Look forward to it coming soon! And sorry for the somewhat OOC parts, but I had to have them for the story.