Sesshoumaru follows him.
Inuyasha makes it to the top of the hill before his aura bears down on him, too close and too insistent for him to ignore.
Teeth grinding and fists clenching, he whirls on his heel to face his brother. "What now!"
As Sesshoumaru approaches, Inuyasha tenses more, his feet taking root in the cool ground, readying his defense should he need it. But Sesshoumaru stops, cocking his head.
"Drop your defenses, Inuyasha. We are not fighting."
"That's rich." Inuyasha glares, but his stance relaxes somewhat. "Why else would you be here?"
The daiyoukai hesitates, uncharacteristically tentative. "Reconciliation."
