InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of Edo High: A Modern Tale ❯ Brotherly Love ( Chapter 42 )

CHAPTER 42: BROTHERLY LOVE

"Are you kidding me?!" Kagome yelled over the phone, shock most eminent in her voice. On the other end, Inuyasha was laughing his ass off.

"I didn't believe it either! But the evidence was there, they were both half dressed and caught. I wonder how long its been going on," he questioned and he could hear Kagome laughing into something soft. Probably her pillow.

She came up for air, "oh that is too funny. I don't think we want to know what's going between them unless it serious. Dude, how old is this girl?"

"Kagura's no girl, let me tell you," he replied, idly surfing the net, "I think she's about twenty five maybe, not too sure, she doesn't like her birthday. But she was older than I was when we met as kids. But we need to change topics, this whole Sesshomaru and Kagura together thing is really creeping me out."

She snorted and flipped over to her back, "no kidding, who would have thought? Anyways, what are you doing today?"

"Nothing much, you?" he replied lamely, eyes scanning a news web article. He heard her sigh over the phone and possibly get up, the shuffling of her feet faint.

"I'm bored out of my mind, and the summer isn't even over yet," she answered, sighing again out of her boredom. "Hey Inuyasha, are you nervous?"

"About what?" he barely answered, the article suddenly getting his attention.

"We're gonna be seniors! This will be our last year, we gonna graduate! Don't tell me you're not nervous," she said heatedly, crossing her arms. He laughed over the phone.

"You think I'm not nervous? Of course I am, cause once its over I cant get away with stupid shit anymore," he laughed again as she cursed him and his bad behavior over the phone. He paused when he heard the front door open, then close, the sound of high-class shoes clicking over the floor. Sesshomaru was home. He bit his lips, contemplating. Should he? I mean, no one else but Sesshomaru would know more about this than anyone. Who else could he ask? He frowned when the footsteps grew fainter. Well it was now or never. "Hey Kagome, I'll call you back, I have to do something."

Inuyasha hung up before he could hear the question she was about to ask, and got up from his computer desk and headed to his door. He peeked his white head out, ears twitching and looked down the hall. He sighed as he spotted Sesshomaru headed to his room on the other side of the house. Though he really wanted to ask, I mean like badly, he was nervous too. He hadn't talked about it at all since he had got home, and he was sure people had started to notice he was a bit…quieter since he got home. He found himself questioning what he was doing, and shook the thought from his head. He had to do this, for his safety, or as he believed. Shoving his hands in his sweatpants, Inuyasha stalked out of his room and headed for Sesshomaru, knowing full well his brother would hear him long before he even got there. True to the demon nature, Sesshomaru sensed him before he even got there. Hell, it was before that. He had known Inuyasha was watching him since he opened his door, staring at his back as he headed to his room. He was hoping Inuyasha would talk eventually; his quiet nature was starting to bother Sesshomaru. The boy had never been quiet in his life, and starting now, well least to say, it freaked him out. So he had patiently waited until Inuyasha chose the time to talk. If that didn't work, he was going to beat it out of him, but better things were this way.

"Well Inuyasha," Sesshomaru turned, raising one elegant brow as his brother approached apprehensively. "To what do I owe the visit?"

"We need to talk," Inuyasha replied gruffly. Sesshomaru's other brow rose, creasing lines into his forehead. He nodded slowly, opened the door to his room, sweeping an arm to invite Inuyasha in. the boy looked to hesitate, but shook his head, mumbling under his breath. Sesshomaru was definitely intrigued now.

Inuyasha looked about the room. He had never, ever been in Sesshomaru's room. That's why it has surprised him that his older would invite him so easily, like it was daily. His eyes darted, taking in details. The carpet was like a bed of dark moss, lush and soft to the foot. His bed was sideways to thew large windows over looking the back of the house, a perfect view of the ocean in all its moods. It was mahogany wood, carved with ivy detail, thick forest green velvet curtains tied to the posts of the canopy bed. With sheets were silk, so green it was almost black. In the opposite corner stood a mahogany desk, for what Inuyasha didn't know, since his home office was downstairs. He had a simple dark stained dresser facing the bed, and had a thing for forest scenes he guessed, since most of the wall space depicted scenes of deep wooded forest with streaming sunlight, or late at night when the moon was full and hung bright in the sky. Two mahogany double told of the walk in closet. All in all, it was simple but most defiantly elegant and beautiful. But what made him blush was the fact it still smelled like Kagura. He didn't want to know how that was possible.

Sesshomaru watched him passively, crossing his arms and leaning on a wall, cool amber eyes attentive. He watched as his little brother inspected his never before seen room, eyeing the prints on his wall, the bed, blushing. Well, of course he knew why. But what he didn't know was that Kagura was here last night. It was fun actually, sneaking past his brother who looked like a father who had caught his son doing something he wasn't supposed to. It reminded Sesshomaru of his teenage years, though he never got past his father. His father just chose to let his son have some fun. And now that Inuyasha was playing the figure, it was too tempting not not doing something naughty. He guessed that was why it added that special peak to sex. Okay enough of his musings, it was getting him nowhere.

"So," Sesshomaru smoothly stood back up, making Inuyasha whirl around like he was caught stealing something, "you wanted to talk?"

He saw his brother, eyes taking a clouded dark look. Not very encouraging. "Yeah, I did."

Raised brow, "so you don't want to talk anymore? Just to get in my room?"

Inuyasha snorted and pocketed his fists, suddenly finding his toes very interesting, "I might be strange on some level, but not that strange. But…I really need to talk about this to someone, and since you can probably relate, you're the lucky contestant to see if I'm going insane."

"You mean you're not?" Sesshomaru kidded, lips tugging when Inuyasha let out a breathy laugh. "Okay, no more joking. You need to talk, saying I can relate, so talk."

He saw as Inuyasha's face go lax, the indifference fake if he ever saw it. It was all in his eyes. Sesshomaru had learned from the beginning, getting to know the ropes of business and marketing, that no matter what the face said, the eyes always told different. It could be a lawyer with a pretty smile, but shark eyes. A secretary with a flirty grin, but nervous eyes. And this was no different. But what worried him was that Inuyasha's eyes were beyond concerned or worried. They were disturbed. It took some time before Inuyasha said anything, eyes staring into space, contemplating what he was to say.

Sesshomaru peaked a brow as Inuyasha turned to face him, lips grim, eyes dark and strange. But his question totally threw him, "what happens when you're eyes go red?"

Sesshomaru looked like he was hit in the head with a brick and was having trouble processing why his head hurt. He blinked, "what?"

Inuyasha knit his brows, "I said, `what happens when you're eyes go red?'."

For once in his life, Sesshomaru looked nervous. And it troubled Inuyasha. His brother was never nervous, hell, a train could be coming his way and he wouldn't flinch a muscle. But this was different. It was like a shock, something you'd never expect to hear from someone. This was a secret gone wrong. "Why would you ask me that? Is there something you haven't told me?"

Inuyasha sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He could only tell what he knew, and it wasn't as much as he wanted. The only way he knew details was because Kagome had told him. He looked down the whole time he explained, the lush carpet under his feet more likable because it didn't talk or look back at him. When he was done, he felt like he had spent hours, not a half-hour talking. When he looked to Sesshomaru, a cold feeling curled up his spine. Sesshomaru was staring at him in a mixture of disbelief, amazement, shock, and disturbing nervousness. Sesshomaru let out a deep breath and headed over to a little cabinet that Inuyasha hadn't seen. From it, he pulled out a brandy bottle and one glass. He filled it halfway and downed it, sighing as the heat tingled in his throat. Inuyasha looked after him waiting.

Sesshomaru pressed his lips tensely and sitting directly across from his brother, and looked deep into his eyes.

"I was hoping, with your mixed blood, that you could possibly escape this, but luck was never on my side, just hard work. What you experienced was what all demons have in common, but for you it's different. For full demons, it's called `demon rage'. Demon rage can be very dangerous when provoked, but demons have the power to sustain a level temper and keep their blood in check. And with you're diluted blood, I never considered the fact that you could still have it. You see, for demons it takes a lot for them to get to the boiling point, when anger is gone and nothing but heat remains. That heat turns to rage, and therefore, they lose control. But you, your senses are dulled, and therefore, it would take a whole lot more to even come close to anything like demon rage."

Sesshomaru folded his hands together, hung them between his knees. Inuyasha just listened carefully. "But we forget the fact that Father was a taiyoukai, one of the most powerful in the world. He had lived for no one knows how long, and looked to never age. He met my mother, a pretty powerful youkai for a female, and so there fore I am a taiyoukai. But with your mother, you became hanyou. But I guessed I underestimated the power Father held. You seem to have more youkai than human blood, not bad considering you'd be ridiculed more often if it were the other way. But even with your blood, demon rage can still exist, even if it's on a subconscious level. But that's a good thing I would say, since now you don't have to fight too hard to contain it. But demon rage, it's also a defensive mechanism, kicking in when the demon can no longer defend itself and instinct must take over. So with you, at the show, you were asked what you were afraid of. On an unknown plain, you knew, and it scared you, to the point where you couldn't control what was happening. Inuyasha, it troubles me this happened at all, it really does."

Inuyasha hung his head, neck stiff with keeping his head in one place to listen. His jaw muscles bounced as he ground his teeth together, "but will it happen again?"

Sesshomaru relaxed, giving him a steady stare, "I doubt it, I really do. Your sub conscious keeps it in check, keeping that part of you in the distance from your sane mind. This only happened because the woman knew what she was doing, not what she was getting into. She helped unlock it because your fright became too much. But your not one to scare easily Inuyasha, and for youkai themselves its very rare that demon rage is even breached in their entire lives. No matter what you think, you're not putting anyone in danger just by being in their company. Don't let this get to you, but also keep it in mind for extreme situations. That's really all I can say."

Sesshomaru sighed and got up, putting his drinking glass on his dresser. But Inuyasha had one more question. "Did you ever lose it? Your demon rage?"

Sesshomaru paused and turned to him, tie halfway undone. He nodded solemnly. "Yes, when I was young and very stupid. It was after my mother died, and I had no to blame for it. So I blamed Father. I ranted, working myself up till I couldn't take it, and I just lost control, rampaging through the house."

Inuyasha blinked, shocked that his brother was ever capable to lose his cool, "what happened?"

He lowered his head, a small smile playing at his lips, "I ended up in the emergency room. When I asked, they said half my torso was ripped to pieces. I attacked Father, almost killed him myself, and he tore his claws right through me, trying to defend himself. That's when he came in, bandage clad like me. And he just started crying. And that's when he started playing the blues. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash the feel of lawyers trying to creep under my skin off."

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Ah yes, it was that time again. That dreaded time of the year where kids are dragged out of their beds, dreaming of swimming in the ocean and taking late night rides with their friends. That time where they're incoherent zombies until noon, and then bouncing to get out of their seats so they can skate or go to the mall. Yes everybody, it was back to school time.

And Miroku was faced with the same situation as last year. He blinked, arms crossed, lips pursed as he stared at the prone form snoring on the large dark bed. How was it, that Inuyasha always found a way not to be ready? It was like some instinctual thing with him. Okay, I'm going back to school, time to start slacking and force people to wake me so I can just fall back to sleep. And seriously, the game was getting old. Miroku sighed, glancing at Inuyasha one last time before heading to the bathroom. He came back with a fair size cup filled with cold water. It wasn't a pitcher, but it'll have to do. He came to the side of the bed, held out the glass, and poured it. Right onto Inuyasha's head.

The first thing he did was jump, shaking his head of the moisture that invaded his dream of Kagome in a very seductive bikini with nothing but clear ocean and white sand all around. He sputtered and growled, whipping his head a round to Miroku. Miroku raised a brow.

"What the hell was that for?!" Inuyasha barked, glaring very dangerously.

Miroku sighed again and looked at his watched, "because same as last year, you have five minutes to get dressed, grab a hat, get your bag and wallet, and get your ass to the bus. Otherwise, you can face Kagome's bitching about being late the first day of senior year."

Same routine. Inuyasha scrambles some clothes together, gets a hat, his bag and wallet, and races out the door, Miroku hot on his heels. They caught the bus just pulling up, and hurried on, taking the back seats. That's when it hit Inuyasha. "Why the hell am I riding the bus? I have a car."

Miroku calmly nodded, "logical yes, but I believe it is tradition. And besides, I wouldn't be able to do this."

And like last year, Miroku slapped Inuyasha upside the head, making him fix his hat. They glared at each other. And busted out laughing.