Disclaimer: How many of you here watch Inu-Yasha? Please say all of you, 'cause other this will be confusing. Now that we've got that cleared up, how many of you remember those funny credit things? You know, the things that "Give Credit" to the people who actually helped with the creation of Inu-Yasha? And it tell you based off the manga by Rumiko Takahashi (Turns out the YGO creator actually has the same last name)? Believe it or not, I'm not in the credits. Because I didn't create Inu-Yasha, and even more shockingly, don't own it. If I did, Sesshomaru would be in it so much more, because clearly he's the best character…
"And for your viewing pleasure, we bring you, and please, ladies and gentlemen, insert dramatic music here, the loser of our game: Tetsaiga!" Tensaiga announced with not small amount of pleasure in his voice.
"Shut up," Tetsaiga tried to growl. But in truth it came out more as a whimper.
"You are really inflexible, who would have thought?" Tensaiga teased.
"I am not," Tetsaiga snapped. "And you know it."
"You have a really one track mind, you realize."
"Well it's hardly my fault."
"Your right, you didn't make yourself so stupid," Tensaiga conceded.
"I'm not stupid!" Tetsaiga yelled.
"Of course not," Tensaiga said with a patient smile.
"I'm not," Tetsaiga insisted. "And I know something else that you've forgot."
"I told you," Tensaiga said crossly. "I don't forget."
"And I told you you're full of bull shit," Tetsaiga said in a matter of fact way.
"Oh really?" a vein popped up on Tensaiga's face.
"Ah," Tetsaiga faltered. He might have gone too far.
"Care to say that again?" Tensaiga said icily.
"Not especially," Tetsaiga muttered.
"Then I suggest you shut up and get the next game."
"Which is?"
"Trivial Pursuit."
"With two people?"
"YES! NOW JUST GET IT AND THEN GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE SO I CAN CONTINUE THE STORY!"
"Yes, master," Tetsaiga said meekly. Something had really put him in a mood. Oh- he must know what's coming next. Tetsaiga smirked as he retrieved the game. Well then he felt much better.
Chapter 8: But Try To Continue
"Nmph." I believe that my brother was telling me no. I think he was refusing me.
"I something the matter, Inuyasha?" I asked. I tried to see if he was being painfully obvious, as he was prone to do, and yelling something at my loudly through his eyes. But he wasn't. He wouldn't meet my gaze. It was almost as if he was…ashamed.
"Is something the matter?" he shrieked. I didn't move. What was he saying? I…and why did I care? "You kissed me!"
"And I asked if something was wrong, since you suddenly pulled away," I said quietly. Why couldn't I have been given a proper, servile brother? The kind that did what you wanted when you wanted and knew his place? Why did I have the most stubborn puppy as my brother? Why was I given a brother who could make me feel…uncomfortable. Almost guilty. And I had certainly done nothing wrong. I had simply taken what was mine.
"The kiss, the kiss is the problem! You can't kiss someone you have a death wish against!" He screamed, sounding as though all the yelling he had been doing today was finally getting to him. Serves him right, damn mutt. No half-breed was allowed to act like this, was allowed to question my judgment. But it would be his right to cough up a lung. In fact, I condoned that, I looked forward to it.
"You seemed to enjoy it," I informed him dryly. Perhaps he was the confused one. One second he was kissing me back, the next he was experiencing a small panic attack. "I don't see what the problem is."
"And there, Sesshomaru, lies the problem," he yelled, running away dramatically. Where exactly it was he expected to go, I wasn't sure. It wasn't like he could leave.
But I still wanted to go after him.
"Jaken," I said, continuing to stare after Inuyasha.
"Yes, m'lord?" the toad squeaked, appearing at my side covered in blood and paint.
"Clean up this mess."
I did not dwell on my past. It was gone and it held no importance in my life now. And I had not thought about my father beyond the fact that he had denied me my inheritance in over a century. But almost as if he was trying to give me more reasons to kill him, Inuyasha had managed to stir up a few memories, and I could see my father standing in the door way, the doorway to my room, trying to explain to my about Izayoi. Trying to explain to me that he loved her, but I would still always mean the world to him. I could hear him stammering, trying to get the words out.
Inuyasha really was like him.
I remembered not really understanding what he was telling me about love. Attachments had always meant nothing to me, even then. I hadn't understood why he was trying to insist that I was the most important thing in the world to him.
I still don't.
But I did understand that he had been with a mortal woman. I think that was when I started to feel something toward him: hate.
The Western Castle was in the middle of an enormous forest. You could see trees through every window when you were along the outside, the inside windows showed you only more of the castle. My room was at the far end of the castle, on the left half of it, but I was rarely there. I couldn't remember the last time I had walked down this hallway toward it.
I wasn't interested in ruling. I couldn't deny that having all the servants wasn't at times some what helpful. But for some reason some of the servants seemed to be almost…attached…to me. I didn't encourage such behavior. But father had picked staff liked he picked mates. He had wanted people with whom he could get along. Demons like that had nothing in common with me, but they were the sort that ended up with half-breed children. The sort with no real pride.
I passed several such specimens as I made my way toward my long neglected bedroom. They glanced at my quickly as I walked by them. They would be disposed of later. I did not tolerate my servants whispering about my private life. And there were rumors of Inuyasha…I would have to find him soon as well before too many people found out the truth. He would have to be made properly mine before I was ready to let the rest of the world see him again. Those foolish ideas of his had to be taken care of, along with those bad habits. He would not run away from me again.
It was good to see that the servants had managed, at least, to keep the door clean. But if there was not a layer of dust over everything if there, then the cleaning staff would have to be replaced. No one was to go in there.
Not even I.
Not into my father's room.
And I would be able to smell in the room had been cleaned.
My sword was shaking. Tensaiga had trembled when it was near Tetsaiga and near Sounga. But this was different; it was almost like it was trying to break itself. Mildly curious I took it out of its sheath. The shaking persisted, growing even more violent until the sword ripped itself out of my hand. It continued to shake on the floor for a few moments-
Then there was a bright flash of light-
And when I could see again, the sword was gone. But a young man lay completely naked on the floor in its place.
"Well this has never happened before," I said to myself.
He was trembling, as though cold. I made no move to get him any help. First I wanted to see what I was dealing with.
He had long black hair, long as mine I believe. It was over him like a blanket, but it did not cover his face, and did not cover his ears. Demon ears.
He was startlingly thin, and his face was drawn, contorted, perhaps, in pain. He was pretty in an all too mortal looking way, everything about him except his ears screaming human. He bore no markings as far as I could tell, and did not seem to possess any strength at all.
"So who are you and how did you get into my castle?" I wondered, not really asking him. I didn't think he could hear me.
But then his ears…twitched.
And then he opened his eyes.
They were my father's eyes.
Author Notes: Thank you guys so much for all your reviews, and I'm sorry I didn't update like I said I would last Wednesday (looks guilty) but I got really sidetracked over vacation…and no, it's obviously not Inu-Taisho. But can anyone guess who it is? Wait…guess who it is? I suppose you all know who it is. I'm the only stupid one here. Ah well. Never mind then. But I hope you guys all enjoyed New Years Eve, in the complete opposite fashion that Sesshomaru was feeling this chapter. And I bring to you tiding of great joy: ADULT SWIM IS PLAYING NEW EPISODES OF INUYAHSA WEEKNIGHTS! Yes, we'd thought we'd never get to see the rest of the series, but cartoon network has redeemed itself! And next chapter will be really fun I think when the second figure appears. And the chapter after that (sadly) I think that the rest of the gang (Kagome, Sango, Miroku, Shippo and Kirara that is) will show up. (points wildly) I had stuff planned out! (drops dead of shock)
InuSessyYaoiGirl: (for both chapter 7 & 8) hehe, I'm glad you found the whole situation surrounding the kiss amusing. The brothers, I'm afraid, spend a great deal of their time being confused. And the whole Shippo bit was ok then (breaths sigh of relief) all right then. I feel much better.
Shi no Yume: Thanks. I do like the swords, glad you do to…and now we're going to get even more of them…(grins in delight)
