L for Love
For the trillionth time, Sesshomaru wondered why his hanyou brother took off every single night to meet the woman who had caused him so much grief; who had mercilessly sealed him for years and trapped him like a mere fly to the trunk of the ageless tree.
She was dead and made of clay, her stare always cold.
She had asked him to follow her, beyond life, in to the other world.
Yet, when the slimy white collectors floated across the midnight sky collecting orbs of light for their mistress, Inuyasha followed them with blind eyes and never stops until he has drowned in her arms.
Sesshomaru concluded that his brother, the heir of his father, the second in line to the throne of West, was finally cracked. But the miko differed from her lord; her eyes had a knowing glint, a look of pity drenched her whenever her vision blurs with the trail left behind by the hanyou.
"No, he is in love" She had told in a voice so soft.
The dawn had crept up, yawned and painted the night with its persistent rays of morning tendrils. Inuyasha reeked of death, refused to wash up, soaking in her scent, taking in her misery.
But his face had a glow of an eternal bliss.
Sesshomaru finally understood.
He would live, toil and burn in hell for his miko.
And it would still be heaven.
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