I'm so, so sorry, everyone. I've just completely lost the motivation to continue this, or any fanfiction at this point in time, for that matter. I hope you enjoyed what little I did have of it. Thank you so much for all of the reviews and support.

Sincerely,

Mikuzu

Here is what I had written for the fourth chapter:

When the two parted for the night, Sesshomaru was left with a strange loneliness that he honestly could say he had never experienced before; he had never been so unbelievably, irrevocably attracted to a creature before, and as he watched Inuyasha's flowing, silver hair trail after him in an almost beckoning manner as he trekked back to his campsite, the demon Lord was tempted to follow the younger.

And so, because Sesshomaru was simply so used to doing whatever he wished, that is exactly what he did. Without so much as a word to Jaken about where he would be that night, the pure-blood demon stealthily followed his younger brother back to his camp, where he knew that troublesome monk would be residing, along with those other humans.

Inuyasha, after skillfully navigating his way back through the maze of forestry he had ventured through to tryst with the older man, finally came across the familiar clearing that he knew his friends would be resting within.

He thought he could faintly smell his brother behind him, but he shrugged it off as it just being the familiar, pleasant, and oh-so alluring scent of Sesshomaru on his clothes, as they had just come into contact with each other. He knew he should probably wash the scent off, as it might arouse suspicion among Miroku and Sango, but he felt it was his own selfish rite to keep the aroma on him to further enjoy.

"Inuyasha!" a familiar and distraught voice greeted the half-demon as he nonchalantly waltzed into the campsite, trying to play it off as if he had been out hunting.

"Where have you been? I've been so worried!" Kagome whispered urgently to the silver-haired male, trying to keep her voice down so as to not wake up Sango, who was currently resting against a large oak tree. "I thought you were in danger!"

Small, glistening tears were threatening to form in the corners of her large, brown eyes as she surveyed her friend, grateful that he had returned safely. Inuyasha sheepishly scratched the back of his head, trying to avoid her glance; it had not been his intention at all to make her worry.

"Sorry," he muttered, running a clawed hand through her locks. "I'll make sure you know where I go next time."

Sesshomaru, it just so happens, was watching keenly from behind a wizened Japanese maple, his skin burning and his teeth bared in jealous fury. How dare that mortal act so closely with Inuyasha! Who did she think she was? He was his property, his conquest, his-

Sesshomaru's inner monologue simmered down quite a bit as he contemplated the thoughts that currently plagued his mind. Was Inuyasha truly his to call his own? Their relationship of sorts had only just formed. How seriously did the younger male even take his feelings? Lord Sesshomaru was most definitely not one to be taken lightly.

Somewhat hurt and most definitely enraged and envious