Disclaimer: Inyuasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Merely borrowing her characters for my own twisted pleasure.

A/N: Hello again my darlings, yep this is a rather late or more like extremely delayed chapter, but at least I managed to finish it. Once again thank you for all your reviews; you cannot possibly imagine how much they mean to me.

Note: For this story Sesshoumaru underwent extensive regeneration with the help of demon healers and gained back his missing arm.

Warnings: Yaoi, incest, bondage, violence, smex, Kagome-bashing and vulgar language. Please click the Back button if you do not wish to continue.

Disparity

By CharmGirl24.

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The agony he experienced was mind-boggling, he felt as though his heart was being repeatedly stabbed by a rusty knife, each wound more dreadful than the previous. The utter rejection from his mate had turned his mind to chaos.

He deserved this he knew that without a trace of doubt, but he didn't want things to be like this. He wanted, he needed, he yearned for his mate with such utter desperation and longing it torn him apart. It appeared impossible to endure such a separation on his part and he knew in time it would affect his mate with great severity.

Could he? Could he imagine knowing his other half was unprotected and it was his fault that he had lacked the conviction and the strength to go after his mate even though he knew nothing in the world could ever amend for the misery and insurmountable pain he had given the hanyou.

His youki screamed at him to go after their mate while the other side protested that this is what their mate wanted, but how could he… How could he give up like this? No he had done absolutely nothing to deserve any forgiveness from Inuyasha, but he would be damned straight to hell if he did nothing and let things be.

Was he supposed to accept that this was all his mate deserved from him. H could not let this stand as is, it wasn't possible. He had a mountain of sins to atone for and until Inuyasha deigned to take his life he would spend it in the service of his mate complying to his every whim except those that obviously endangered the hanyou's life.

He would be a silent guardian shadowing Inuyasha' s every move even if I meant he could not alert his mate to his presence for fear of rebuff. Yes, he had made up his mind. He could not continue to wallow in self-pity while his mate went defenseless. For too long he had abandoned his duty as brother, but he refused to do so as a mate.

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It took him just over two days of travelling to return to Kaede's hut, of course by then he was quite filthy and completely burnt out. He had yet to return to full strength and all he wanted was to have hot food and a good night's rest putting the chaos of the past few days behind him.

But it was not to be.

His arrival was met with a mixture of irritation and slight concern. Kagome was particularly peeved at his disappearance and upon seeing him she began screaming at him, "Where were you! We've been looking for you for the past three days and now you finally decide to come back strolling. So tell me, what's your explanation?!"

Inuyasha brushed past her and continued to head towards the nearby river, but not without the company of Kagome's screeches trailing him. Only when he began to undress did she fall silent, squealing in embarrassment and proceeded to shout, "SIT!"

His face was immediately planted in the dirt and he could feel his exhausted muscles screaming in protest. With strength he had not known he possessed he picked himself up and turned to face her. His pupils were no longer white; instead they were filled with deep red symbolizing the awakening of his inner demon.

The hanyou's voice had deepened and as he spoke Kagome felt her knees trembling, it was all she could do not burst into tears.

"Leave here now you vile little pest or I will gut you with these very claws", swiping his elongated claws at her. She looked in utter terror at him and turning on her heel hurrying away stumbling.

Inuyasha fell to his knees his hands buried in his hair clutching his head, willing his demon to retreat. It seemed like a useless struggle, but his mark began to burn and not a moment after his youki's influence began to recede and he could let loose a sigh of relief.

Basically crawling to the water creeping up on the river banks edge, he shivered at the contact of the devastatingly cold liquid upon his skin, but gave it little thought as he crouched and just as suddenly threw his entire being headlong into the freezing depths and allowed the water to encompass him, numbing his senses, emptying his mind except to the piercing burning that was characteristic of scorching fire that seemed bent of purging him of the clinging filth.

After staying below the surface for a considerable amount of time he felt the desperate urge for oxygen grappling him. Wrestling with the current that threatening to drag him under once again. He tensed his muscles, building up the tension and contained energy and finally he surged forth to the surface as a tightly coiled spring being released and as he broke through flinging his freshly cleaned mane back from his face, spraying water in every direction.

Inuyasha greedily gulped the rushing air into his lungs. He felt revived and given a renewed capacity to face the difficulties he was sure to encounter in the not so distant further. The maelstrom of spiteful words and bitter tears and undeserving reprimands.

Yes he would have to face his companions and endure their unforgiving opinions and the capricious nature of their responses and for once he wished they could truly understand him without their hasty judgments and bias conclusions that continually portrayed him a the wrongdoer and gave little consideration for the injustice the circumstance he was often faced with, but such a desire was foolish for they were afraid.

Yes, they were afraid to understand and accept his true nature and he knew after years of experience that rejection was always around the corner and many a days he had felt like an outsider, an imposter that would be discovered and he was deceiving himself and them, buy trying to fit into a role that he could never fulfill and soon enough things would come crashing down upon him, they always did.

You don't believe him, he remember the days of his childhood he had spent with his glorious mother and the happiness and innocence that could never be regained after tragedy had struck and he was left entirely alone to tolerate the callousness of reality.

Oh no, but we can't forget the hope that had been viciously destroyed when he had meet his so-called marvelous brother who had abandoned him and left him with a tortured future ahead of him. And then there was that fucking bitch, Kikyo who was persistently toying with him like a friggin' puppet and the pressures of denying his demonic side for her.

And now his "friends" that were always ragging on him and scolding him his behavior and Kagome's abuse and disturbing dictatorship of him and his associations. Didn't that dumb wretch realize he was his on person and he would never allow himself to be domineered by anyone?

Instead of trying to teach him their ways and social graces, they thrust him into a spotlight and expect him to dance to their tune, to know the things they knew and act as they did.

God it was so fucking frustrating sometimes, he just wanted to scream with rage and irritation. How did things come to this? Inuyasha often wondered, there were even those rare days where he was so exasperated he wished he was still bound to that blasted tree instead of toiling every day providing for his ungrateful pack who never showed the least bit of appreciation.

But there were those moment few and far in between hen they truly felt like his family and that was why he continued to hold fast to the feeble hope it had inspired that thing would change. But it was becoming more and more difficult with each passing day and tonight's episode was almost enough to send him over the edge. He shuddered as he recalled the frightening urge he had experienced to give in to his youki and let it loose upon the land.

Once more he sunk beneath the surface and willingly let the river's fierce current to carry him further downstream until ferocity of the river's water had dimmed and he left the water walking unto the stony bank. Water dripping from ever inch of him, rivulets of icy liquid cascaded from his drenched snowy white mane.

He was completely naked and bathed in the soft, luminescent shine of the brilliant gem of the night. Had there been a single soul to witness this enthralling sight not one could deny the beauty, finesse and power that cloaked the hanyou synchronized with his surrounding on such an unimaginable level that even nature seemed to celebrate his magnificence.

Then in an explosive burst he took of running, his earlier fatigue seemingly dissipated by the cleansing bath he had taken. His feet hardly appeared to touch the earth; at his torso he had bent the upper part of his body forward, easing the pull of gravity and increasing his speed. His glorious, radiant tresses of the purest white streamed behind him, the only thing that illuminated his presence.

Inuyasha was nothing but, a white blur that sped past so swiftly the leaves rustled in hs wake and the air stirred. His sense had expanded and heighted to such a level of sensitivity that he could hear the inaudible thump his feet mad on the ground, taste the sweet, refreshing, chill of the night, he could identify the minute markings on the bark if a tree over 100 yards away.

Inuyasha at that moment had not felt so alive and unrestrained in countless years. Once he had arrived at the place where he had left his possessions he was completely dry and looking at his soiled clothing with distain he gave them a hasty wash in the river and wrung the excess water from the fibers. Beating them callously against the bark of a tree until he deemed them fit and donned his still damp attire and without giving his decision a second thought he headed away from the village and into the dark, shadowy night without regret, but with sweet longing for the peace it offered.

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Sesshoumaru didn't think he had ever felt more exhausted in his life, yes it as true the Great Lord of the West could feel exhaustion that was currently beating at him furiously. He was journeying back to from castle where he had to take care of a few loose ends before he could fully devote himself to his mates protection, though that did not mean he had left his mate without some form of security by having the word spread that Inuyasha was solely and officially his and any harm to him was an invitation as an act of war against whatever race had been foolish enough to injure his mate.

He had already ordered Jaken to escort Rin back to his palace and had seen that he would not be disturbed for a few months by his official duties as Lord of the West. It was certainly difficult to accomplish such tasks in such a small space of time, and also included sustaining his mate who was still weary from their bonding although some of his strength that began to return.

The farther away they were from each other the more prominent the feelings of loneliness, desperation and misery enveloped him until he was almost suffocating under his outrageous emotions that had left him without his fame composure and self-control that had taken centuries upon centuries to perfect, to have his crumple like paper so easily.

Anyone who saw him now could hardly recognize him, his clothes were torn and dirty, his hair was unkempt and tangled, although he still retained his air of authority and now somewhat savage elegance his countenance was haunted and while before his aura of aloofness, power and cruelty could intimidate just about an opponent, the stark madness that was thinly veiled behind red tinted golden eyes sent even the most aggressive of demonic predators scurrying back to their holes.

He could neither sleep nor eat while he was away from his mate and his mind was a constant state of anxiety of the condition of his mate. Who would have though the invincible Sesshoumaru would be reduced to this? It was unfathomable.

Night had once again fallen and he was a few hours away at best from the village where his mate and his pack usually resided. He knew though the link they shared that Inuyasha though tired was almost back to his pack with minimal interfeance and in good time. He could tell of no injuried having been suffered and he was sufficiently pleased.

That was of course until he was about 8 miles from Inuyasha that he felt the anguish and distress from his mate that his almost leisurely pace had morphed into a blinding speed as he hurtled himself to the hanyou's aid, promising retribution for whatever harm had been done unto him, his demon snarled in response as they felt their mate's begin to take possession of him and he knew that should Inuyasha's will falter he would bring destruction to those around him and once the phase was over he was sure his mate would have even a greater cause of distress.

So using whatever influence he had gained over the past few days he added his strength to Inuyasha's compellingly forcing his mate's inner demon into submission. Though of course it was a struggle they managed to succeed he retreated, trying to conserve as much strength as possible as he pressed forward.

Somehow the distance between them seemed to be overwhelming to know that he was so close yet the time seemed to stretch and he felt himself going mad with frustration that he had not been there to protect his mate.

He was so close now he could literally taste his mate upon his tongue, just a little further, but for some reason the scent of his mate seemed to be muted an this caused him to panic it was all he could do not to howl in fury.

Over and over he told himself he was almost there, that soon enough he could see his mate although he could not touch him that would relieve the bone weary ache that was increasingly persistent with each passing day.

Sesshoumaru could hear the rush of water the closer he got and he soon realized that it a river and from that he drew the conclusion that his mate was bathing resulting in the obscurity of his scent. He relaxed and he slowed his pace and was able to take a well deserved rest while his mate did his ablutions.

But he had never imagined in the least what he would have stumbled upon so suddenly, though he was a considerable distance away his eyes were specially trained so he had perfect vision even during the night. This Sesshoumaru was gazing upon the bare flesh of his beloved mate.

He felt his heart thumping feverishly and a delicious warmth settle in his stomach as his eyes drunk in the sight of his gorgeous, remarkable, brilliant Inuyasha who was his and his alone and in that moment he knew without a doubt he would never regret claiming the hanyou if he could spend the rest of his life bonded to such an exquisite creature.

There was an intense stirring in his loins and it took all his restrain from not approaching his mate who soon disappeared from sight leaving him with an erection that would not recede until he had seen to his completion.

And denying himself a chance at following his mate he undressed and stepped into the river, the cold hardly seemed to affect him as he drew himself deeper and deeper into its frigid embrace. Wrapping his hand around his manhood he stroked it from base to tip, gradually increasing his pace as his need and lust rose. In his mind eye he was once again viewing the picture of absolute perfection that was Inuyasha.

It was not until he rubbed the slit of the bulbous head of his cock did he orgasm and jets of thick, sticky fluid burst forth from his now softening member, his seed swept away by the river's current. He washed himself thoroughly and departed from the water, it was then he felt some semblance of his former reprised self return.

His clothes were in ruin, but it was of no concern as always he had miniscule packets that would magically expand at his command enabling him to have access to fresh garments. Now he was prepared to look after his mate.

From what he could now sense since the expanse between then had neared and he no longer overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions he felt the exhilaration and pure bliss his mate was experiencing and it ought his unfounded joy that his mate was happy. After all that was all any mated inuyoukai wanted was their partner's wellbeing.

Following the trail left by Inuyasha he drew closer and closer to him although he kept at a safe distance as not to alarm him by his pursuit. Finally after running for a substantial length of time his mate found it necessary to rest.

When Seshoumaru was assured that Inuyasha was soundly asleep in then highest branches of a massive tree did he approach his slumbering mate and saw the peace and contentment visible on his face and all worries faded into nothing. He felt at home and tentatively he brought his hand to his mate and rested it upon his cheek.

Caressing his skin and feeling Inuyasha lean into his touch made his heart burst with barely restrained joy. When a chilling breeze that brought the scent of an ominous, sinister presence that he found himself staring back at himself from the reflection in Inuyasha's golden orbs.

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A/N: Sighs yep I'm done. Ugh took me long enough, well I'll try my best to update my Naruto fic before the end of this year, I promise there will be a bunch of surprises and for those of you interested in reading it, its called Redemption. Well this is my Christmas present to you my reviewers and I hope you can return the favour in the form of reviews. Thank you once again for all your support and I wish you Season's Greeting and a Happy New Year.

Sincerely,

CharmGirl24.