Excuse the extreme out-of-characterness and Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's drunkenness please! Oh and one question before you read: can any of you actually image Sesshomaru playing the violin?

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. All rights are reserved to Rumiko Takahashi, VIZ and Sunrise. I only claim ownership over bad grammar, spelling and punctuation as well as the story line, but nothing else.

Chapter 7

They say anger sooner or later has to die down and die down it does especially if you happen to be of demon blood. Then if this theory was true, Sesshomaru's anger would diminish eventually. But they did not have time. Miroku was well aware of this. For the sake of everyone getting to Transylvania soon, Miroku took it upon himself to see if it was possible to make Sesshomaru mainly see the light of reason.

At the moment the impassive demon Lord sat outside in the gardens with his eyes looking up into the midnight sky, distantly. Inuyasha resided upon the balcony of the library looking up into the same tranquil sky as his brother.

Miroku observed them intently, thinking what situation would bring both siblings back together and keep them in a tranquil state until they arrived in Romania, then the two could kill each other for all they wanted, but not now.

'What has gotten into them? Sesshomaru acts as if he is jealous, but of whom? It's painfully obvious Inuyasha and Sesshomaru are now bounded intimately, but what has caused this sudden hostility? Hm, only one thing is capable of destroying matrimony in such a manner: a woman. Ah yes, I should have guessed it sooner!' Miroku smiled lecherously and cried to himself, "Kagome! She is the one they are fighting over."

Miroku jumped to his feet and began to pace about the room with his hands clasped behind his back. He should have known it was because of Kagome, but his thoughts had been captured in the presences of his future wife. If his mind would allow it, he was going to have to put such thoughts out of his mind for a few hours and find away to get those twain brothers under tolerable conditions.

But it seemed nearly an implausible thing to accomplish. They were both stubborn and when someone was stubborn it was close to impossible to make them see reason. Miroku continued to pace, his thoughts solemnly on the current set of troubles.

It would be a risk if he allowed them to travel in such animosity; they would surely not hesitate to tear each other's throats if given the proper opportunity. That was why Miroku planned to make things right that very night before they left later on that night for the train station. Miroku sighed in distress, he could think of nothing.

He walked over to the solid redwood desk against the wall to pour himself a drink of cognac to settle his nerves. He poured himself a sufficient amount of the expensive dark brown liquor but discovered something important. His hand kept pouring the liquid until it overflowed and stained the smooth surface. A giddy smile appeared on his face and he became aware of the spilled liquor.

Sesshomaru resided languidly in the arms of a statue that had its cool marble arms stretched out in front of her. His head rested upon one of the still stone's arms and gazed up into the infinite summer sky. So vast and wise it looked that he was lost in it. Even now after the worst of his anger had subsided, he had yet to ask himself why he should continue to be angry.

Why should he take it so personally? He knew people were capable of changing hell he himself had changed during the last few months! Then why was he allowing things to get out of hand? Sesshomaru inaudibly moaned he could feel the start of an immense headache threatening to harass him.

He covered his eyes with the back of his hand in a dramatic gesture, groaning from confoundedness and annoyance. Why the hell did life have such a searing desire to hate him as it did! What crime had he committed (besides being born) to deserve such hell? This was surely the work of his father, Inu no Taishou had sworn that if Sesshomaru did not change for the best, he would bestow upon him a living nightmare. And thus here it was right in front of his eyes.

"Damn, I should have guessed he would make me pay by compelling me to endure that vile half-breed's presences. I would have much rather confronted Ryuukotsusei then deal with Inuyasha." Sesshomaru muttered bitterly. He arched his head back and still his eyes were veiled from the bright moon light bathing his still form. All he wanted to do was simply stay out in the crisp night with the gentle cold breeze breathing over him and indulge in the stillness all round him that he was much denied.

Slowly and haphazardly he was slipping into sheer serenity that welcomed him with open arms, enveloping him with its darkness and assuring him all would be well if he only allowed himself to be usher by the obscurity of his heart and mind and he would soon be set free from his anxieties and remorse…

Sesshomaru's hand that had shielded his eyes became limp and he was almost to the point where he was giving himself up when a vexing yet soothing voice shattered his world and he was jerked back into reality with a sudden start. Sesshomaru gasped when he heard that all too familiar voice below him, his eyes shot open and he was met with the lush's rays of the moon lighting the dark world around him.

"Ah I was correct in my assumptions that I would find you here Sesshomaru. Have you a moment to spare? I only came to give you something to ease your anxious nerves." Miroku announced clandestinely. He stood below Sesshomaru with a bottle of the finest quality of cognac and twain flutes. Slightly bewildered at the abrupt interruption, Sesshomaru rigidly sat up half way, one of his long legs dangling over the edge of the statue's arms, whilst the other was bended and laid flat on the smooth surface of the textbook the statue held in her hands.

The passive demon lord looked at Miroku with an unreadable look and said curtly, "What is it lecher?" Such cold and cruel words would not be enough to deject Miroku however; instead the young male merely smiled at the comment and said wisely, "Weeping about like a female will do you no good, sir. And I have here the remedy to your disdainfully sorrows sir!"

This minute insult caught Sesshomaru's attention, but he however did not get down from his peaceful position. He acknowledged Miroku's wry comment with an equally cynical response of his own.

"Do you now? Hn, I was not aware you were a man of medicine. Pray tell how many doctor's wives did you flirt with to get your degree?" Sesshomaru rejoined sarcastically and mercilessly. When would anyone understand that he wished to he alone? It was Miroku's turn to insult the mighty demon lord, but both men remained civil—if that was any way possible.

"And I suppose I should take offense to your insult sir? You are not fit to say such things since you are no better off. Look what you have done to my dear friend Inuyasha. You've brought him into a world of misery all because you couldn't stand to see him experience a moment of bliss. Your presence confounds him and you take pleasure when you see bafflement in his rich gold eyes. Sesshomaru you are no better then Naraku." Miroku rejoined casually, knowing all too well his words had wounded Sesshomaru.

And they did indeed wound him, though he did not show it. He never would, in the least not in front of the former monk. Sesshomaru remained silent for a short amount of time until he grew wary and mumbled miserably, "Is this why you came to disturb me? You came for another reason; do tell what it is Miroku."

Miroku beamed benevolently and showed Sesshomaru the bottle of cognac to him. Sesshomaru turned his head to the side and saw the bottle of liquor in his hands. He slowly sat up and seemed bewildered. His current posture was something to both awe and fancy at. Sesshomaru gingerly eyes the bottle then gave the man beneath him a strange look.

"What is that bottle of cognac for Miroku? You don't really intend to give me such a vile concoction do you?" Sesshomaru asked skeptically.

"Why of course I am Sesshomaru. It will ease you and will allow you to be in peace of mind. Is that not what you seek out here in the night? Peace and tranquility?" Miroku remarked solemnly.

"Then you waste your time. Such poison will not be tainting my body and mind." Sesshomaru growled firmly. The concept of poisoning his body was not what held him back from drinking, it was the oblivious notice that he did not know how he would react to the strong alcohol. Miroku seemed skeptically himself; he made a soft humming sound and frowned thoughtfully.

"I see, but I find it strange that you would hesitate to drink just but one mere sip. Since you are a demon you should be immune to the stupidity of alcohol. I won't force you Sesshomaru to drink since it is none of my business, I was only thinking what could possibly dilute your anxieties. Forgive me for trespassing into things that do not concern me. Well good night—"

"Leave the bottle and a glass." Sesshomaru mumbled crossly, losing himself once more to the darkness. Miroku smiled wickedly without allowing the demon lord to see his smirk, and placed the glass and bottle at the base of the statue and left to first the last part of his mission before he could close his eyes and retire for the night.

Once the monk was gone, Sesshomaru leisurely opened his eyes and looked over the edge of the still statue and eyed the bottle and glass, beckoning to take but a sip. His countenance darkened, he was not one to drink his sorrows away, never; it made you less of a man if you gave into drinking. But there it was, tantalizing him, the vivid moonlight gleaming off the glossy reflection of the bottle and flute.

Sesshomaru jumped down from the statuette's arms and knelt besides the twain. He looked long and hard at both glass structures until a weary hand reached out and he poured himself a sufficient glass of the dark brown liquor. Gingerly he pressed the edge of the flute to his lips and he took but a sip, but a sip slowly turned into a gulp and a gulp turned into another glass, and another other until it was soon empty.

He had drunk it slowly, savoring the rich yet bitter taste of the alcohol rushing over his tongue and traveling down his throat until it came plummeting down into the centre of his empty stomach. There was only left enough cognac for just one more glass and then it would be gone. Sesshomaru emptied the remaining contents into his glass and he sighed heavily. Indeed he was not one for drink; his head was already slipping away.

One moment he was leaning against the sculpture where he had resided earlier that night, now he found himself seated on the edge of the beautiful fountain in the estate's garden, dangerously close to falling in. ever so slowly and aloof, Sesshomaru swirled the glass around, his eyes thoughts trained on the days ahead of them and his brother.

He numbly placed his right palm on the wet surface of the marble—he was not aware the surface was wet since his mind was some place else— and fell head first into the cold water. The glass he had been holding crashed to the floor and he went in with a loud splash. Sesshomaru gasped in horror; he sat up and tried to stand, but merely fell back down.

A bloody growl emerged from his throat and he drummed his fingertips on the fountain's side, his right elbow perched on the wet surface that had caused him to fall in, with his chin on the palm of his hand. His eyes were closed shut.

Would his humility ever end?

With one stubborn brother taken care of, Miroku had only but one half-demon to convince to take a long heavy drink to ease his sorrows—though the purpose of getting them both drunk was not only to dilute their troubles, but to fix their conflicts as well—and to have his own amusement eke1. Miroku had had it up to here, he had been more then tolerate with their childish tantrum, but no more.

Miroku found Inuyasha on the balcony of the library, doing the same as his brother had been occupying his time: gazing up into the sky, believing or rather hoping the antidote to their wounded hearts would be somewhere amongst the bright stars and waning moon. This time instead of cognac, Miroku thought it best to use something less damaging. That was why he traded the bottle of French cognac for a bottle of champagne.

Stealthily Miroku creep up from behind Inuyasha, he stood right behind him and whispered dryly, "What says you to a drink Inuyasha to lessen this sudden epidemic of misery that has been going about all night?" the indifferent half-demon gave a startled jump and nearly fell over the railing and went crashing down to the ground below. He barely had enough time to catch himself before that theory occurred.

Inuyasha glared at Miroku and hissed hotly from his place on the floor, "What the hell are you trying to do, kill me! Fuck does everyone really hate me that much?" Inuyasha jumped back onto the railing he was sitting on, but this time his eyes were on Miroku and the object he held in his pale hands.

"I'm sorry Inuyasha, I did not mean to startle you, but I only came to offer you a drink. Since, well recently I've couldn't help but notice you seemed worried, almost anxious. Is something bothering you?" Miroku inquired. Inuyasha's anger subsided and he abruptly became distressed. He looked down to the floor and shook his head.

"Where the hell did you get such a stupid idea Miroku? Why should I be worried or anxious?" Inuyasha mumbled sourly.

"Your eyes say otherwise Inuyasha. You can tell me Inuyasha with confidences. You know I am a man of sincere reliability and would not betray my closes friend." Miroku promised with a genuine smile that proved he was telling the truth.

A small twinkle of bliss returned to life within Inuyasha's irises; it was small, almost unobserved, but Miroku could indistinctly make out its presence.

"Yeah I know I can trust you Miroku, but I don't know if I can trust myself." Inuyasha confessed he saw no reason to lie to Miroku whatsoever. They were intimate friends and he knew trust was a virtue Miroku bared within his soul.

"I don't understand Inuyasha, why can't you trust yourself?" Miroku asked, concerned that Inuyasha was talking so serious, not at all like his vulgar crude self.

Inuyasha met his eyes for a moment, but turned away from him and remarked bitterly, "I know you know about Sesshomaru and me. You don't have to continue pretending for my sake. I unfortunately heard everything and I can't help but feel responsible for this whole mess. But god, he is being a damn idiot! Why would he think such stupid things like that? But the worst thing is that he honestly believes I was using him! The nerve of the bastard to think such a thing I am no more capable of doing then he is!" Inuyasha ejaculated in a fit of annoyance.

Miroku waited a few seconds before he could trust Inuyasha would not consider the thought of jumping off the balcony to fix his brother. When his vexation and exasperation subsided, Miroku laughed lightly at his friend.

"Oh Inuyasha my frivolous Inuyasha, what am I going to do with you? But you waste your breath, I had an assumption that you had heard our conversation so in truth, I am no more surprised then I was when Sesshomaru declared your state of relationship to me. But I wonder who will be the first to amend." Miroku tapped his index finger on his cheek, looking thoughtfully out into the sleepy city of Paris.

Inuyasha shifted his weight on his balanced seat on top the balcony, feeling minutely ill at ease. Had it been that obvious? He felt sick to his stomach, he looked away and gazed out to the city he had arrived not but a few hours prior that this moment. But to him it seemed as if years had passed and nothing for him had changed.

"So you knew…then explain why you are here with that damn bottle of liquor. What are you planning to do to me Miroku? Get me drunk and stumble around looking for Sesshomaru and beg him to forgive me? Hah! That would be the day!" Inuyasha laughed at how preposterous the concept he conjured up, sounded.

Miroku on the other hand looked at the half-demon with a sinister smile and replied casually, "Yes that would be preposterous." He then added to himself, "But that's exactly what I expect to happen tonight, though which one of you will be the one to abase himself to beg for the other's forgiveness, I haven't a clue."

Inuyasha stared at Miroku and asked curtly, "What the hell are you muttering to yourself monk?" Said monk shook his head and smiled at his companion with an innocent twinkle in his eyes.

"Nothing at all Inuyasha, only that you waltz away from all that brings misery upon you and enjoy the tranquility round you." Miroku said softly.

"And you intend to make me tame by getting me drunk? Huh! Not on your life monk, I ain't drinking anything. That only leads to more misery and I can do without that crap. Now if you don't mind, I want to be alone." Inuyasha nearly snarled, but composed himself.

"No Inuyasha I said merely a drink, not the entire bottle. What do you say?" Miroku pressed, refusing to leave just yet when the solution was so close in his hands.

"What's the difference? One glass leads to another and another until the whole fucking bottle's empty." Inuyasha opposed sharply.

"You're absolutely right Inuyasha. I can see that betwixt the two of you, you are the one who at times can be more logical then Sesshomaru. Forgive me that I disturbed your concentration, I shall leave you. Then until tomorrow morning, good-night Inuyasha." Miroku left his friend to his musings.

Inuyasha vaguely noticed that Miroku left him, already he returned to staring off into the sky and gazing out to the vast city of lights. Here and there he could make out the faint morose melody of a violin crying and reaching his heart. It was such a sad melody that at the end of the piece Inuyasha found tears staining his cheeks and hands.

He wiped away his tears and muttered with exasperation to himself, "Damn, I'm crying and it's all because of that stupid music…but I sort of actually liked it. It sounded beautiful yet it was enough to make me cry."

He listened attentively for the violin to continue to sing its sweet melody, but it did not. He waited and waited, but it never sang. Inuyasha sighed and tightly clenched the iron railing underneath his hands as he leaned back against the nothing with his eyes closed.

Then it returned. Inuyasha's eyes shot open and he stood alert, deeply immersed in the rich melody as it traveled through the warm night air and had the hanyou mesmerized for the second time that night. Inuyasha's dainty dog ears were perked as the strained to hear the music. It came softly, carefully, tenderly all about him, wrapping him in a sea of musical notes and tranquility.

He could no long stand to be seated; he stood up on top of the railing and listened as if his life depended on the hearing of such exquisite music. He listened and made not a sound. The pitch became allegro then it became lento. But the oddest thing Inuyasha noticed as the violin was being played by a skilled person, that the music was coming from somewhere on the estate and not somewhere across the Seine.

'Either I'm gone insane or there's someone playing that instrument and it's coming from the gardens. Hn, wonder who could it is playing. I might as well find out who it is. It can't be Kagome I'm sure of that. The last time I went to her time, she was killing that poor violin and she called it playing. Hah! There's a differences between murdering a piece then there is of actually playing it. And she does not know how to play the violin.'

Inuyasha leaped off the railing and dainty landed on his feet, a rarity considering he was usually clumpy and not giving a shit if he was graceful or proper at all, but these last weeks be around modern times had somewhat improved his manners—if not a bit which was better then nothing at all.

The music became quite louder and clearer as he approached the fountain in the centre of the garden; he lessened his pace as he was but a few yards away from the decoration that gave life to the lushes' gardens. It was no wonder why Miroku, Shippou and Rin had decided to take refuge in Paris.

Suddenly the music began to grow mezzo forte and became so emotional that Inuyasha was rendered motionless as he listened with all his heart. Then an unexpected thing happened that precious moment; the violinist revealed himself to his curious audience of one. His eyes were close, demanding silence and concentration as he lost himself in his playing.

His long graceful fingers caressed the stings of the instrument and knew how to skillfully move them up and down on the lovely violin. The violinist's long silver hair swayed from side to side as he placidly moved to the sound his hands and violin were making. Inuyasha stared in shock at the sight before him, it couldn't be! The creator of such superb music was Sesshomaru's doing! Inuyasha did not know whether to laugh or cry, smile or frown, congratulate or insult Sesshomaru's majestic talent.

How the obnoxious bastard came to learn how to play such an elegant thing was beyond Inuyasha's knowledge. He could not claim to ever know when this had happened. It must have been sometime when he and his mother had left the western lands behind them to being anew in the heart of Japan.

Inuyasha continued to gaze in awe as Sesshomaru was oblivious of his watchful eyes on him, he inched closer, close as he dared without disturbing Sesshomaru's concentration. But from the well reserved distances betwixt them, Inuyasha could smell a heavy scent of liquor (namely cognac) emitting off his textbook well composed posture that was a tad bit casual at the moment.

The eldest son of Inu no Taishou could have (and would have) continued playing until the break of dawn over the Seine had it not been for his fingertips beginning to bleed for his intensity of play. He ceased the creation of lovely notes and lowered the bow and violin to his side. Sesshomaru remained still for a several long minutes until he opened his eyes and was met with a rather unexpected guess.

Inuyasha closed his mouth and fought the urge of smiling, but failed when the corners of his lips jerked upwards and unveiled a tender smile that he had only shown his brother in the past times they found themselves in harmony. Sesshomaru glared at Inuyasha skeptically and observed him closely to see if he held any humour behind that charming seductive smile of his, but found it was clearly sincere.

Sesshomaru stood tall with his fingertips continuing to drip blood. His eyes never left Inuyasha's countenance as he studied it carefully, as if he were not sure of what he was looking at. Inuyasha casually walked up to him and scoffed, "Since when the hell, do you know how to play that thing in your hands Sesshomaru?"

An indifference expression appeared on the demon lord's gaunt countenance. Deciding an insult would do him no good but receive him another insult from his brother.

"Since when should you be surprised brother?" Sesshomaru said blankly, "What talent you lack I make up for it. It is that simple."

"What! Now you listen here Sesshomaru! I don't give a—" Inuyasha snapped, though Sesshomaru interrupted his retort when he began to play again. This time a piece that was familiar to his ears. The piece Sesshomaru played was the very Kagome had killed a good four years ago.

"Just how do you know all these pieces of music Sesshomaru? This is practically the first time I've ever heard them before. Well expect this one; Kagome was playing this song when I came to retrieve her a few years back—" Inuyasha said haphazardly, forgetting the effect Kagome's name had on Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru hit a sour note when he heard his brother say Kagome's name and that she had played the very piece he played now. He stopped in mid stirred and opened his eyes (he had closed them) and now unleashed the full power of his eyes upon Inuyasha. He narrowed his eyes and casually (yet carefully) plucked the strings of the violin as his eyes traveled betwixt Inuyasha and the Seine.

"Did she now? I would have never guessed her to be the type to occupy her time with such things. I would have thought her more fit for the life of a—well now isn't the appropriate time to offend now is it Inuyasha? Why of course not!" Sesshomaru snarled bitterly with an unscrupulous smirk that caused Inuyasha to step back.

"Sesshomaru I don't care if you offend me, but what do you have against Kagome? I mean if you should hate anyone it should be me, but not her. What fault does she have in all this? Believe when I say—no swear—that she means nothing to be and they only thing I want from her is her friendship and trust. But those years of romance between the two of use have died." Inuyasha pressed sternly.

"It's as if I don't know you at all Inuyasha. It's as if you and I were never meant to fathom the other. I can't begin to explain why I hate her; it's just that I do. Perhaps it's mere jealously since she has had a longer time to know you when I have only had but a few months. The past years when we fought does not count for anything." Sesshomaru cautiously explained, though it did not clear things up in Inuyasha's mind, it only served to confound him further.

"That's not enough Sesshomaru! I want to know why! There's always an answer to the question 'why'. You're just not looking hard enough for that answer." Inuyasha lashed out. Sesshomaru stared at him with indifferent eyes and continued to play, his mind not at all working properly due to the fact that he had been drinking and he was worst for drink (though they should considered themselves lucky he was not an aggressive drunk).

" 'Why?' I've asked myself that questioned too many times in the course of my life. 'Why?' it's such an amusing thing to ask because if I ask why this happen then I'll be impelled to ask why that it and once that has been answered I'll ask why it is. See brother, it's a never-ending chain of reasoning. The first question leads to another question of why and other why until you're drowning in all your inquiries and you cannot remember where you began." Sesshomaru half muttered to himself as he never ceased to play.

Inuyasha found that his patience was been taxed by Sesshomaru's atypical stupidity. The half-demon crossed his arms and growled angrily, "You've been drinking haven't you, you idiot? It won't do you any good trying to lie Sesshomaru since I can practically smell the wretch stench of—cognac—coming off you in waves! Yuck! Just who the hell gave you a bottle of liquor to drink anyways?"

Sesshomaru cracked opened an eye and replied surly, "A certain person who shall go unnamed. Now leave me be if you would be so kind Inuyasha. I have five leisure hours to devote myself to playing this instrument and I expect to extort these few hours for all there worth—in peace and in solitude." Sesshomaru snarled the latter comment.

It was an oddity seeing the great dog demon lord of the west drunk to the point that he sounded like a blundering fool. Inuyasha rubbed his face in annoyance and rejoined hotly, "Oh are you now Sesshomaru? But I ain't going anywhere until you are in bed sleeping off your stupidity! Now put away your violin and let's go to bed—now!" Inuyasha grabbed Sesshomaru's striped wrist —and not at all gently—and lead him towards the house. Sesshomaru barely had enough time to snatch the violin's case into his left hand before he was compellingly led to his room on the…on one of the mansion's floors.

It was a commotion to get Sesshomaru into the house. Inuyasha barely escaped from being pushed into a vanity in the hallway of the first floor before he had half dragged Sesshomaru up the stairs to his room. Once behind closed doors and no one could hear them, Inuyasha threw Sesshomaru onto the bed behind them and climbed on top of him, pinning his arms over his head and growling, "What the fuck do I have to do to teach you never to get drunk again Sesshomaru?"

Twain irises of gold looked up at the younger boy on top of him, confounded for a moment, but a malevolent smile spread across his lips.

"I can't think of a single thing Inuyasha, but I'm more then sure you have something in mind already." Sesshomaru challenged. Inuyasha smiled, he removed the violin and bow from Sesshomaru's hands and carefully placed them onto the nightstand besides the bed. With the instrument out of the way, Inuyasha now had enough space and comfort to teach his brother a lesson in never getting drunk.

The Next Day…

June 6th, 1854

They did not wake up until midday the next day, sore and tired from the night's unexpected events. Everyone else was already up and about preparing for the long trip to Romania later on that day. Miroku had previously made preparations and all that stopped them from going anywhere was upstairs sleeping the damn day away! At the sounds of pacing from the first level of the mansion, Inuyasha and Sesshomaru got up, to a quick shower—separately— and dressed. Sesshomaru came down first followed by Inuyasha and met the rest of the travelers in a pleasant mood downstairs in the living room.

With a quick lunch of tea and pastries, they all made their way to the station where exactly two carriages awaited them for their trip to Romania. They carried only what they needed—which respectively was not much; only a few articles of clothing and a book or two for reading whilst on the long trip that awaited them. When they arrived at the station at preciously four o' clock, as expected they found twain carriages awaiting them.

It was quickly settled that the three women including Kirara would travel in the first carriage for obvious reasons regarding safety, whilst the four gentlemen got the second carriage. No sooner had the minute hand landed upon the 9 when they were off heading in the eastern direction where their destination was. They would travel by means of carriage, train and flight to reach Transylvania by four full moons before it was too late.

A/N: I can only ask for forgiveness from you all if —and no doubt it was—this was a horrible chapter, but I swear things will —hopefully—get better! (Sigh) I hope you will excuse the extreme occ-ness, but I thought it would be rather amusing to see Sesshomaru drunk and playing the violin. — Though I wouldn't be surprised if anyone but me can see him playing it. —Just one little thing before I say adieu, I would really appreciate it if anyone would just tell me if I should even bother continuing writing this story and if it's worth the time. Hopefully someone can answer my question nicely and tell me the truth. Okay now I say adieu to you all and thanks for reading!

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