A/N: Hey yall ! Well here is chp 4 and I hope ya enjoy it cause I might not update for a while because of my accident. If I get alot of reviews than I might update or get my bfwb/ beta reader to update for me. I like to give a big shout out to my reviewers!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I do own this story plot. However, if anyone wants to give me Inuyasha, I don't think I'd complain. And if anyone wanted to give me Sesshoumaru... well, let's just say I'd be... grateful.

CH.4: The Truth Hurts

All was quiet in the little house except for the gentle whisper of the wind outside. It was some weeks after Sango had given birth that Inuyasha told them about Sesshoumaru and the tenseiga. Both had been equally shocked as Inuyasha when first told and began to wonder why such a change was made.

"What do you mean he just tossed it at your feet? That just doesn't seem like Sesshoumaru," Miroku whispered after his wife left the two alone. Inuyasha closed his eyes and saw his brother giving him the other sword made from one of their father's fangs. Inuyasha sighed as the memory faded. "I don't know Miroku, but he seemed as if he was on a mission or something that required him to do away with this. Can you really believe that he called it useless?" Inuyasha asked his friend.

Miroku agreed to that but something was still nagging at the back of his mind as Inuyasha went on. "Who wouldn't love to have the power over life and death? Who wouldn't want the chance to bring someone that they loved back before it was too late to be able to revive them?" Miroku looked thoughtful for a second and then looked Inuyasha dead in the eyes. "You," was all that Miroku said and began to get up from where he was sitting to go look out the door at his small but loving family.

After a few moments of watching Sango and sure that she was not tiring herself out he turned back to see Inuyasha give him an icy glare. "What's that supposed to mean, monk?"

Miroku didn't even lend a care to the tone of Inuyasha's voice or the raw look in his golden eyes. Instead, he closed his own eyes for a moment, gathering strength for the task at hand. It was time to bring up the one thing that had been nagging at the back of his mind for awhile now. "If you loved her so much then why did you let her walk out of your life? You actually never told me what all had really happened when you last went to her time," he said.

The silence of the room was hardly bearable but both men withstood it to see if the truth of a five year mystery would finally come to light the darken corners of everyone's minds. Neither one was sure on just how much time had past when Sango finally came in with the children. She, on the other hand, could feel the bad karma of the two in front of her and quickly told her children to go back outside and wash up for dinner. When sure the young ones were out of hearing distance she turned on the others inhabiting the small but homey house.

"Look I don't know what is going on right now but I do know that if the two of you don't settle down before the children come back then there will be hell to pay after they are in bed! I don't want them to be witness to such evil karma- at least not yet," She said in a stern voice that said she was a woman on a mission to have her own way or else. Both men knew she was right and that is was truly unwise to have the little ones witness something that they were not yet ready for in their training.

Inuyasha bowed his head, showing that he was surrendering for the moment and moved to go out when he heard Sango barely call out his name. He stopped and relunctly looked up into her chocolate eyes that were making him feel something that he had not felt in a long time. Shame. He was ashamed of himself and of how he had behaved in a good friends home when all the good friend wanted to do was help. But no one could help him now. If Kagome were to walk back into his life right at that moment than she would even be to late to help him. Save him.

Inuyasha was so engrossed in his on self pity and shame that he almost didn't hear what Sango had said to him. "Your not the only one hurting from this, Inuyasha. I'm positive that she is hurting as well. Goodnight Inuyasha, see you in the morning." Then he just as suddenly found himself on their small doorstep.

Not really sure on what to do now he slowly made his way around the house to the window looking in. There he could see Miroku's little family of six laughing and playing after a hard days work tending the sick and teaching Demon Hunting classes. Then somewhere deep inside him something began to hurt. Inuyasha, not really sure on what to make of the weird but not new feeling, turned away from the little family and thought on what Kagome would call the little scene. He chuckled a little when finally able to remember what she called it, 'A Kodak moment'.

He began to make his way to the tree he was once pinned to in a death sleep when he picked up on a familiar scent. Oh yes, he knew who that scent belonged to and it seemed as if his brother liked the village considering on how this was his second visit in almost a month's span. 'What does he want now? I doubt it is to give me his other sword,' Inuyasha thought as he turned to start his way towards the direction that the scent was coming from.

Then he stopped with a annoyed look on his face. "I'm not his damn lapdog! If he wants to see me bad enough than he can just come to me." Then he whirled around to head back to his tree ignoring the one person who had tormented him all his life. As soon as he was comfortable and closed his eyes did his older brother appear in front of him. He didn't open his eyes for a second half-hoping that Sesshoumaru would just go away or that he just imagined him and his scent.

"Are those humans wearing you down, little brother?" Sesshoumaru asked in a taunting way.

Inuyasha sighed, opening his eyes and giving Sesshoumaru a 'go to hell' look before replying to his question with one of his own. "Grr…what do you want Fluffy?"

Not a second past after he said it that Sesshoumaru's hand was wrapped tightly around Inuyasha's neck. "If you value your life, meaningless as it is, you would do well to remember that you are to never to call me that insulting pet name again, you mongrel."

Inuyasha could hardly hear him over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. He knew Sesshoumaru could kill him now if he liked and hell, Inuyasha wished he would just go on ahead and do it. Sesshoumaru gave his brother some slack and loosened his hand some to let him breath some air. Inuyasha gave him a crooked smile, " Go ahead and do it Sess, I know you want to and I damn well want you to."

Sesshoumaru stared for a moment and saw something that he had never seen before in Inuyasha. Of course, he had never really truly seen anything wonderful in his brother or why his father had always seemed to favor his younger son over his older one, but there seemed to be something very wrong with Inuyasha. He truly wanted to die! He had never really said that he wanted to except for one time when his mother died and Sesshoumaru found him huddled in a corner whimpering and crying like a beaten little pup. But even then he knew his brother wanted to live and gave pity on him though it may not seem like it.

'He was begging me to kill him then and he is now again asking me to kill him. I didn't do it last time because I wanted him to suffer but have I tried to end his life when he was older. Perhaps I should do it, I've tried to for so many years now, and he is not putting up a fight.'

Sesshoumaru was still thinking and holding Inuyasha by the neck when he felt a prickle on the back of his neck. /'So are you admitting that the great Sesshoumaru can not beat his on brother unless he is begging to be beaten and killed. Where is his pride I wonder?'

Sesshoumaru just gritted his teeth and growled, 'What are you doing here, soul?'

The soul chuckled. /'Do you have to answer with a question of your own? All right, I'll tell you, but you have to answer me first.'

Inuyasha couldn't believe what was going on in front of him it seemed as if Sesshoumaru was waging a silent war with himself on whether he should kill him or not. He couldn't understand why his brother was acting the way he was; he couldn't possibly be thinking about letting him live.

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes for a minute; he could already feel the swelling of a headache coming on. 'Very well I'll answer first if it will get you to leave faster. My half- breed brother runs around with humans and fell in I assume what humans call love. So reasonably he doesn't have any pride to speak of. Besides this, he is asking me to kill him without a fight. Where is the pride in that?'

The soul just looked down at his feet for what seemed like ages before he looked back up at the older version of himself. Then something very unreal and very un-Sesshoumaru like thing happened, the image of a younger looking Sesshoumaru smiled! But it was not a happy smile. Nor was it a sad one either; it was more of a pitying smile.

Sesshoumaru knew it instantly because he once received such a look from many a servant when his father was alive and mated to that human wench that was Inuyasha's mother. 'Don't you dare look at me in such a way! I am the Lord of the Western Lands, I rule nearly all of Japan so don't you dare give that pitying look! There is nothing about me that should be pitied. You should be proud to be the soul of such a powerful youkai.'

The soul just sighed, shaking his head. /'No, Sesshoumaru-sama I am not proud to be your soul because you have lost me and do not want me back. Who's pride I spoke of was not Inuyasha's but of yours. Inuyasha has his pride because it is the cause of why he and Kagome are living in a world of pain and misery. You have no pride because your just going to let your brother die without a proper youkai death. You always preach about how he always taints the proud family bloodline.'

By this time the pain building behind Sesshoumaru's eyes was just setting in well enough to where it would take a number of herbs and hours of sleep to dismember it completely. 'Grr…What is your point?'

The soul just shrugged his shoulders. /'It's just strange that you always complain about him when you need to take a look at your own self. Your going to let him die without a proper battle so in a way you are also shaming your noble family by letting your brother die without honor.'

Sesshoumaru thought for a moment and realized that the little annoying soul was for once actually right. If he let the hanyou die without the honor of a decent battle then his family's name would be shamed as dishonorable, as if it already wasn't shamed bad enough because of his father, and everyone would know that he did the killing. He would fight; what last remnant of his family's honor depended on it. So with a growl Sesshoumaru dropped his younger brother to the ground.

Inuyasha coughed harshly from the release of pressure on his throat. He managed a swallow and glared up at his brother with accusing eyes. "W- why didn't you kill me right then? Are you going soft?"

With a sneer marring his face, Sesshoumaru jumped down from the tree and bent over, roughly hauled his brother to his feet by wrapping his claws around his brothers neck again! "Listen up Inuyasha, for starters I haven't gone soft on anyone or anything and especially on not on you. Another thing, I am going to kill you but not in the way that you think, I do have more pride than you."

Way back in his head Sesshoumaru could hear the little spirit saying/'Oh, whatever Fluffy! Did you not hear a word of our conversation not five minutes ago?'

Sesshoumaru just growled and turned his attention back to Inuyasha. He looked at his brother through eyes that were cold and hard as steel and said to him in a quiet voice just as hard, "Time to die, Inuyasha."

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