Extremely short but here it is. I have school now so it's going to be wicked slow. But I still want to finish this. I like this one too much to give it up. And my other story which I haven't uploaded is suffering a lot. I'm so sorry to Riku and Sora (the main characters of my other story.)
Well, this won't take long to read.
From Bad to Worse
Part One
Snow falls steadily outside Kaede's house of which Inuyasha's part currently rests. They encountered Kagura and one of Naraku's puppets yesterday. It was an unexpected attack and it ended with no harms like an omen, foreshadowing mischief in the future. Now everyone is worried and thinking their brains out about the strange encounter. They are seated in a circle around the fire. Kagome helps Kaede prepare their lunch. Inuyasha looks out the window, trying to stop the snow with his stare. Shippo naps in one corner with Kirara by his side and a warm cotton blanket covering the two. And lastly, Sango and Miroku's brows are knit in a line thinking.
The atmosphere is quiet. No one speaks as if afraid to break a preserving spell. But Inuyasha is glad for this, because his thoughts are not on matters his friends could possibly comprehend or deem appropriate. Needless to say his thoughts are on his older brother. The day of the storm that brought them together was long past, more than a month ago. /Seems so long.../
Everyday, there is a time for this lovesick hanyou to think about Sesshomaru. And everyday, remembering is sober. It is frustrating to think about the gorgeous demon without wanting what he fantasizes. Inuyasha can swear that someday it will drive him crazy. Sometimes he wishes that Naraku would show up more often so he would think of destroying the bastard instead of dreaming about his brother. (Hm...be careful of what you wish for, Inuyasha.)
/I wonder if you think about me.../ There is no doubt that Inuyasha's eyes cannot focus on the view before the window because instead of seeing falling snow all he sees is a whole blotch of white. /You better, Big Brother, because I don't want to be the fool to think about you all the time and you not me./ Inuyasha sighs visibly, closing his tired eyes for a moment. /But I guess I am a fool to be in love with you.../ Then he guides his amber eyes back to the familiar scene through the window, seeing a white spot before it disappears. /Maybe you're watching the snow like I am. Big Brother, where are you? I wonder if you're well. I'm miserable, totally reckless without you. I want to see you./
How many times have this half-demon thought about seeing his brother? Countless. He dreams about meeting in a secret forest where in reality is the only place they can. He fantasizes about the happier things. Being in his brother's arms is something Inuyasha can dream about and may be able to imagine but it is never the same as the real thing. It is just different, he cannot imagine the heavenly feelings he has when in those arms. It's too good to pass, too good to forget, and too good to not want.
So many thoughts and memories crowd Inuyasha's mind before he decides to stand up, heading out the entrance/exit. "Inuyasha, where are you going?" Kagome asks, concern evident in her voice.
"Nowhere, just out," Inuyasha replies normally.
"I hope you're not going to do anything reckless, Inuyasha," Miroku suggests.
/I wish I could. If only I can somehow find Sesshomaru./ "No," the half-demon says before quickly exiting the cozy setting and entering a breeze of cold snow.
"But it's cold outside!" Inuyasha hears Kagome exclaim, but he ignores it. Lately, things between them have been quite ordinary but he fears there is a change. They fight like Inuyasha anticipates but it comes to worry him now. Kagome forgives him too easily. This troubles him. If Kagome's feelings develop further, this hanyou would not know how to handle it. Returning them is far from happening. The silver-haired boy can hardly try. For instance, at times when he can sense she is going to kiss him or expects him to kiss her, all the boy's mind can think of is his brother. And that doesn't help, it becomes worse. It makes Inuyasha think of his brother more and more and want to see the demon desperately. This is far beyond the half-demon's brain capacity to fix. /Damn it, Sesshomaru! Why do I have to deal with this and you don't/
Walking aimlessly through a three centimeter layer of snow, Inuyasha's mind doesn't rest. He cannot enjoy the beautiful scenery of soft snow blanketing the earth around him. He cannot focus on the objects surrounding him, barely even the road ahead of him. And thus he cannot sense an attack from behind him, with the snow concealing the form's scent, no matter how familiar it is to the half-demon. He isn't paying enough attention to notice the movements behind him. Maybe it is his fault that the hanyou's still body lays on the bitter snow-covered ground, white puffs landing comfortably on his hair and hakama, or maybe it is just too well planned...