Summary: "You don't understand….I loved her….a lot….And he took that from me….so I've decided to take something he loves away from him to show him how I felt! It's nothing personal against you, of course," A sigh "I had a feeling that not cutting ties with that idiot would cost me dearly…I should have listened to Jaken…."

Warning: Yaoi, Language, Violence, Character Death, OOC

Note: Quotes by me won't have a "by" dash (–). It'll just be plain. Like the one in this chapter and chapter 2. Quotes by other people will have the "by" dash (–).

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Psyche

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"If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day." – John A. Wheeler

Sesshomaru yawned and closed the book he was currently reading. He stood up and walked out of the library. He stopped suddenly and crossed his eyes to stare at the plate that was held out in front of him. He looked up to the person holding it and raised an eyebrow. "The cook said you didn't eat your dinner," Sesshomaru rolled his eyes at the man standing in front of him.

The man was dressed in a standard butler's outfit: Black suit jacket with the hanging tail, white button up shirt, black slacks, black tie, white gloves, and black dress pants. He had stormy grey eyes, shoulder length black hair, and pale skin. "Tohara," Sesshomaru shook his head and pushed the plate gently. "No thank you,"

"I insist," Tohara said. "Besides, I won't leave you alone until you do," Sesshomaru sighed and took the plate from him. He walked down the hall taking a bite from the sandwich with Tohara following behind him at a reasonable distance. "Your brother called,"

"What did he want?" Sesshomaru grumbled.

"He said something about a dinner his mother was hosting. In honor of your late father,"

"No amount of dinners will make me like them anymore….no matter what they call said dinners," Sesshomaru frowned when the doorbell rung.

"And that would be him," Tohara said.

"Did he say he was coming over?" Sesshomaru asked.

"Not at all," Tohara commented. "But I guess we should learn to expect this from your brother,"

"I hate it when he comes over without warning," Sesshomaru sighed. He frowned as he looked over his attire. He was in nothing but a silver silk robe.

"Would you like me to let him in and tell him to wait in the sitting room until you're dressed?" Tohara asked.

"Naw," Sesshomaru sighed. He slowly made his way down the stairs with Tohara still following. "I don't really feel like getting dressed to rush him back out," Tohara chuckled. "I'll get the door,"

"Beer and wine?" Tohara asked as he took the plate from Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru nodded and the two went separate ways. Sesshomaru walked to the door and opened it and raised an eyebrow at his brother who was facing away from him.

"What a surprise," Sesshomaru said, gaining his brother's attention. His little brother looked at him with a frown. "Something the matter, little brother?"

"Why are you answering the door wearing that?" Inuyasha asked as he motioned over Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes and opened the door wider for Inuyasha to enter. Sesshomaru followed behind Inuyasha to the sitting room. Inuyasha plopped down on the chair and sighed. He flung his arm on the back of the couch and kicked a foot up on it.

"I should have kept the plastic on that chair," Sesshomaru sighed as he walked over to Inuyasha and yanked the man's shoes off. "Learn some manners," Sesshomaru glared and made his way over to the chair across from Inuyasha. He gracefully sat down, crossed his legs and folded his hands on top – still glaring at Inuyasha. "Now what do you want?"

"My mom is throwing another little party. She wants you to come. It's to honor dad,"

"Yes….that's interesting….now what do you really want?" Sesshomaru asked. "I know you….if it was only that, you'd leave a message with Tohara. You only come directly to me when you want something," Sesshomaru looked up when Tohara came into the room with a glass of wine and a can of beer. He handed the glass to Sesshomaru and the can to Inuyasha. Inuyasha clicked his can open and took a long gulp.

"It's this guy,"

"Oh, coming out of the closet, are we?" Sesshomaru asked with a smirk. Inuyasha glared at him.

"No! I'm not you! I'm married and have a kid! It's just that….it feels like he's following me…like he's after me," Inuyasha mumbled. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I feel weird…unsaf- hey! Don't use that therapist bull on me!" Inuyasha growled. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that why you began talking to me? You could have just talked about this with Kagome, who you left home to come here and 'talk about the dinner your mother is having for our dead father' which we both know you care nothing about," Sesshomaru smiled hauntingly. Inuyasha grumbled incoherently. Sesshomaru sighed. "If you feel threatened, maybe you should take it to the police,"

"It's not that I feel threatened," Inuyasha mumbled.

"But you just said you felt unsafe," Sesshomaru pointed out.

"That doesn't mean I feel threatened!" Inuyasha yelled.

"Okay," Sesshomaru sighed. "You feel as though the situation had hand is hazardous but by no means that you are incapable of handling the situation if it ever escalates to physical encounters," Sesshomaru concluded.

"Now say that in a language I can understand," Inuyasha said. Sesshomaru smirked.

"You know what's going on is really dangerous but you know you can kick the dude's ass if he ever gets in your face," Sesshomaru chuckled. Inuyasha smirked.

"So how are you and that guy you were dating?" Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.

"Since when have you been interested in my love life?" Inuyasha shrugged.

"Just wanted to know…."

"You'll be happy to know that we no longer date," Sesshomaru smirked at Inuyasha's next words.

"Good! I fucking hated that guy…"

"Why did you hate him so much?" Sesshomaru asked.

"He gave me the creeps! And he was always staring at you like you were some piece of meat!"

"What if I like being stared at like that?" Sesshomaru took a sip of his wine. Inuyasha gave Sesshomaru a look.

"The last person who looked at you like that ended up in the hospital….and I didn't even do it! I can never understand how someone as girly as you can hit so fucking hard!" Sesshomaru glared at him.

"I let that slide considering I believe you were attempting at complimenting me," Sesshomaru grumbled. Inuyasha smirked.

"You just love me too much,"

"Believe what you want," Sesshomaru shrugged. The two carried on for another few hours talking about nothing of much importance. They shared recent events in their lives and also talked about the dinner Inuyasha's mother was holding. Sesshomaru stifled a yawn.

"Well, I'll head out now," Inuyasha mumbled as he stood up. Sesshomaru nodded and sat the wine glass down on the table. He stood and followed Inuyasha to the door. Inuyasha turned and glared at Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow. "Next time let Mamoru answer the door or you put on some clothes! I could have been anyone at the door," Sesshomaru rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe as Inuyasha continued to scold him. "I could have been that perverted old man who lives down the street. Do you know he's always staring at you? And he's telling his friends that he saw you wearing that going outside to check your mail or get the newspaper or-"

"Inuyasha, shut up," Sesshomaru grumbled. "What are you, my mother?"

"I'm just worried about you is all,"

"Shouldn't I be worried about you since you're the one being stalked by some strange man?" Sesshomaru asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah but like you said, I can hold my own! Unlike you….you're all…weak and…girly," Inuyasha grumbled which Sesshomaru glared at him. "And-" Sesshomaru shut the door in his face.

"Asshole," Sesshomaru growled. He sighed as he walked away from the door.

"Sir," Tohara walked up to him holding the cordless phone. Sesshomaru took the phone.

"Hello?"

"Why did you close the door in my face like that?"

"Go home, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru grumbled.

"As long as you promise to wear clothes when answering the door,"

"Okay, fine, you brat. I'll wear clothes," Sesshomaru sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Is that all?"

"My mom really does want you to come,"

"I'll think about it…."

"Okay…"

"Is that it?"

"Good night, Sessh."

"Good night, retard."

"Hey-!" Sesshomaru smirked and handed the phone to Tohara. Tohara chuckled.

"You two are something else," Tohara mumbled.

"I applaud the woman that takes care of him….she must have gone through hell," Sesshomaru sighed. He stretched and walked towards the stairs.

"Goodnight, Mister Taisho."

"Oh cut it out, Mamoru," Sesshomaru grumbled. Tohara smirked as Sesshomaru walked up the stairs. "Goodnight."