InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Change of Heart - A Sesshoumaru & Inuyasha Story ❯ No More �Playing Fair� ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

If I owned them, there would be a hell of a lot more of this going on in the anime. Guess that tells you who owns who. XD
I WISH I was making money off of this. Sadly, I am not.
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THIS IS YAOI-INSCEST! IF YOU DON’T LIKE THIS KIND OF THING, THEN DON’T READ IT. FLAMES WILL BE HAPPILY IGNORED.
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This will be all Sesshoumaru X Inu. Warnings will apply for later chapters.
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Chapter 11 – No More ‘Playing Fair’

The Demon Lord stared out the window of his study in his castle in the Western Lands, rubbing the silk of his obi between his fingertips. He had been moody and quiet for months now, even more than usual. He could not get his little brother out of his thoughts. He knew part of the problem was that he had shared his blood with Inuyasha. Not the complete bond of mates, since he had not taken more than a small taste of Inuyasha’s blood, nor had they marked each other; but he could get a sense of what he was feeling.

At first, it had angered him beyond anything, that his brother had married that human miko that could hurt him so easily. However, the more he thought about it all, he had realized something: Had he figured out his own thoughts and emotions before this, which he should have, he may have been able to dissuade him from that course of action back when they had spoken about it all. Knowing what he did now, both about his brother and about himself…

He remembered the boy’s face that day. His despair when he had made the comment that ‘other mates weren’t beating down his door’. Had he only known his own feelings that day, he could have shown him that ONE would have loved to be his Mate. He had a feeling that things could have already been vastly different, instead of him sitting alone in his office, brooding.

He knew his anger at them both is what kept him from seeking his brother out again. His anger apparently was something that made him do really foolish things. Just like all those years ago, centuries ago even.

He had told Inuyasha that his anger had been about their Father’s death, and he had really believed that at the time. But he had done much soul-searching in the last six months after finding all the information he had, and now he knew better.

He knew that his hatred of humans was something manufactured by himself to deny his attraction to the boy even when he was a child. (Not sexual attraction to the young child, but his Youki’s pull for him to take the boy in and raise him, and then mate him when he was older.) His Youki had tried to tell him, back when Inuyasha had been conceived, that the boy was his destined Mate. Had he not been so angry with his Father about leaving his own Mother for Izayoi, he would have never begun hating humans and hanyou alike. He had never hated them before.

It was not even about his father’s death. He had realized many years ago, about the time he had stopped trying to kill Inuyasha, that his father’s choices were his own, and not something Inuyasha should pay for.

It was because the more he saw Inuyasha, the more he fought beside him…the more he respected his strength and loyalty. Seeing these qualities, he had realized that his Otouto was truly the Mate he had been waiting for all these centuries.

He looked down at the beautiful obi he wore. The one that he had hardly taken off after being gifted with it. The one handmade by Inuyasha just for him, given to him a year ago on the last day he had really talked to him. Vibrant purples and blues, with such meaningful kanji embroidered with pure silver thread…even its beauty mocked him for his hesitation now. Those colors tangled together, as he and Inuyasha should have been long before now.

But how to convince the stubborn Hanyou? How to get him away from the Miko? How to get him to trust him, after all he had done in the past to betray the boy? Monthly meetings were one thing, and he had even screwed that up, but could Inuyasha ever trust him enough to come live here in the Castle?

Yes, they had become brothers and friends, but they had not truly spoken in a year. He could only imagine what Inuyasha thought of him now.

Nevertheless, he could not deny the pull any longer. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could convince him to come home with him… But again, how? Perhaps the feelings he was sensing now from the boy meant he had an opening to use.

He had originally thought he would have to wait until the miko’s death, and then approach Inuyasha. That waiting would be his punishment for his stupidity in the way he had handled things. But if there was a way he would not have to wait….well…

He was finished ‘playing fair’.

Grabbing his swords and tucking them into the beautiful obi, he gathered his cloud under his feet and flew east.

~tbc

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Disclaimer: Any original characters that you find, yes, those are mine. However, Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I make no profit from this story. My only goal is to occupy my twisted mind with fantasies of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha.

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