InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Kagome ❯ Lord InuYasha? ( Chapter 3 )

A/N : I do not own InuYasha and company, however I DO own an overactive imagination...

 

FINDING KAGOME

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

“Oi! Jackass, what the hells do you think your doing?!?” InuYasha snapped as he slapped Sesshoumaru's hand away from his head, jerking into a full upright position in his seat.

 

“You're... hat...”muttered his half-brother, low under his breath, “ it had slipped down. We will be landing soon, put on your belt.”

 

InuYasha looked around, abashed, as he pushed his hat firmly down on his head. Hopefully no one had noticed. It would be an uncomfortable snag in their plans to have to explain his ears to anyone. Reaching down to his side, he pulled on the mechanism designed to keep him in the seat, should anything go wrong with the flight or landing... now how do these things go together, again...? he experimented and then remembered how the two sides fit together.

 

“I don't like this thing,” he muttered.

 

“You won't have to wear it for long, we can stretch our legs while we wait for our next flight.”

 

“Oh yeah, we gotta do this again,” InuYasha frowned. “Tell me again why we are doing this, Jackass.”

 

“Because, halfbreed... the only alternative is a cruise, which would take weeks, and you made it abundantly clear that you did not wish to take any longer than necessary to arrive at our destination.”

 

“Oh, right... I still don't have to like it though.”

 

“Agreed”

 

“Do you do this often?”

 

“Do... what?”

 

“Fly in these... tubes”

 

“They are called airplanes... and yes I do.”

 

“Why? Can't you just fly wherever you want to go?”

 

“It's not like that.”

 

“It sure used to seem like that.”

 

“That was then.”

 

“Hn.”

 

The intercom chimed and a female voice announced, “ Ladies and gentlemen, we ask that you put your seats into a full upright position, secure your belongings and fasten your safety belts, we are approaching the island of Oahu, and Honolulu International Airport. If you look to the left of the plane you will see the dormant volcano, Diamond Head, and Waikiki beach. You will be departing to Gate 104, we wish to thank you for flying TransPacifica Airlines.” There was another chime, and a sign at the front of the plane lit up.

 

“What does that sign say?” inquired the hanyou.

 

“It is in English, it says Fasten Safety Belts.”

 

“They have to make a sign for that? Isn't just saying it enough?”

 

“It's to make sure the message is clear.”

 

“Hn...” InuYasha grunted, looking out the window. “OK, so what the fuck does it say on my shirt, Jackass... you never told me.”

 

Sesshoumaru's lips curled into a suppressed smirk, his eyes sparkled uncharacteristically.

 

“It's a warning, of sorts.” His eyes stayed focused straight ahead, unwaveringly.

 

“A warning? For who??” InuYasha glared at his half-brother.

 

“Anyone close enough to read it.” The smirk was becoming a true grin. For the hanyou this was unnerving. This was not the same demon he had known and grown to despise.

 

“This isn't funny, asshole. You are making me the butt of some joke, I can tell... I'm not stupid.”

 

The grin melted from Sesshoumaru's face, as he looked at his brother. He had angered him with his attempt at... play. It was going to take a very long time to mend the wounds he had inflicted on his sibling. It had taken over 500 years to get this far.

 

“It simply reads 'Danger : Wild man', a true statement if one were to ask this Sesshoumaru.”

 

“Yeah? Well... nobody asked ya.” InuYasha crossed his arms in a huff... only to uncross them and grab the armrests as the plane began it's descent. “Whoa... I don't like this... at all!” He shook his head, making the hat bob precariously on his head. His ears felt like they were going to implode, his breath became ragged with the discomfort, a small whimper issued from his throat.

 

The man who had always been fearless when in battle, legendary, though he had no way of knowing it, was in a situation he could not control. Seeing his steel grip on the hand rest and golden eyes wide with terror at the physical sensations the landing imposed, Sesshoumaru heard the distress deep in the hanyou's throat.

 

It was at that moment that Sesshoumaru did something which truly began the destruction of the barriers he had constructed so very long ago, in his jealousy of the inheritance bestowed on the one he was too blind to see was the most deserving.

 

 

He put his arm around his brother, pulling him to his shoulder, and comforted him.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

“Gods, I feel like such a baka,” moaned InuYasha, as they wandered past the shops of the airport terminal.

 

“You are a baka,” agreed Sesshoumaru, “though I am surprised to hear you admit it.”

 

“Shut up, Jackass,” retorted the hanyou half heartedly. He still wasn't clear on just what had happened during the landing. “What's up with you, getting all touchy feely allasudden?”

 

Sesshoumaru inwardly flinched, but his expression remained unmoved as he replied, “You were obviously in distress, this Sesshoumaru wished only to make the landing more... comfortable for you. It seemed as though holding you would help.”

 

InuYasha stopped mid stride to contemplate what the Demon Lord had just said. Sesshoumaru continued strolling at a leisurely pace, his features unchanged.

 

“You HUGGED me?? Hells, I thought you were just trying to shut me the fuck UP!!” He trotted to catch up and was practically dancing around the demon, in his disquiet over the bazaar revelation. This place was full of sound, and it bounced off the walls, along with the scents of all the travelers both current and past, and the concessions left an unnatural and rather unsavory backdrop.

 

“Please try to control yourself, half-breed. You are acting like a pup.”

 

“This place is insane! Where can I run? I need to run!” He hopped in place, a couple of times, then began twisting his torso, stretching and reaching for his toes. His uncooperative hat dropped off his head. “Kuso!” he hissed and grabbed for it, slipping it smoothly on his head and grinning toothy grin at his elder brother.

 

“Keep your mouth closed, half-breed.” The demon drawled, shaking his head at the childish antics. “Your lovely smile is a bit more... toothy... than these mortals are accustomed to.”

 

“Keh.” was his response, as he watched a family stroll past them. Self consciously he adjusted his hat and as a teenage girl walking by took it as a greeting, she giggled behind her hand, then whispered to her friend, and they both gazed at the young man with the very long silver-white hair. He tilted the hat forward, looking up under the brim arrogantly and grinned at them, minding to keep his mouth closed.

 

“ This Sesshoumaru was correct, you are a cowboy.”

 

“Is that what they are saying? I don't understand their talk...”

 

“Yes... the one on the right is speculating that you are a foreign movie star,” Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes, fighting a losing battle to hide his amusement with the situation.

 

“Why would she think that? That makes no sense, it's daytime, not night... and I'm inside this place, not outside in the sky.” InuYasha turned to face his brother, “You're just fucking weird.”

 

The girls then noticed Sesshoumaru's unusual markings and their expression turned to one of concern, as InuYasha caught the scent of fear. He suddenly felt protective towards his brother, taking him by the arm and urging him to continue their stroll.

 

“Stupid bitches,” he muttered, glancing back to see them move quickly away in the opposite direction.

 

“You do not need to worry about this Sesshoumaru's ... feelings,” the elder demon stopped, mid stride. “I am accustomed to that kind of reaction from humans.” His gaze locked ahead on some undetermined point.

 

“Huh?”

 

“This Sesshoumaru is accustomed to meeting with human disdain.”

 

This revelation caused a crease on the younger brother's bow...I thought I was the only one shunned... being the hanyou... He stored the thought away for later, when his head would be more clear, after a good run.

 

“Sure... whatever... when do we leave? I am anxious to get this flying shit over with.”

 

“From here we will take a private jet. I have arranged for it, we need to see to our luggage.”

 

 

* * *

 

 

“I don't get it.”

 

“What is it that you don't... get?”

 

They stood beside the luggage carousel waiting for their bags to make their way around.

 

“I know that 500 years is a long time, you just don't seem like the same person.”

 

“I assure you, I am the same person. And yes, 500 years is a long time.”

 

“So why are you helping me... instead of trying to kill me?”

 

Sesshoumaru, stood looking at the hanyou for a long moment, contemplating how to answer this question. Too much time had passed between their meetings for him to answer in a brief sentence or two, and it was not his wish to have this dialog in this particular setting. Spying the case with his twin swords, he reached for it as he also reached for a concise answer.

 

“Brothers should not plot murder against each other.”

 

“Hn.”

 

InuYasha saw the cylindrical container that held his Tetsusaiga, and the smaller bag that held his familiar fire-rat attire, he might not be able to wear them now, but he felt more comfortable having them in his possession.

 

“That still doesn't answer why you are helping me...” he adjusted his hat as he shouldered the bags, looking to the demon for an answer.

 

“Perhaps not,” Sesshoumaru responded, nodding in the direction of the private terminal, which was still some distance away, and they walked as they spoke in near whispers. “Let's just say that I have an interest the outcome of your quest... little brother.”

 

“DAMN!! I think I like 'half-breed' better... You're fuckin' scaring me, Sesshoumaru!”

 

“I seem to have that effect on people, as you have witnessed.”

 

“It's your mark... it's... not normal.”

 

“This Sesshoumaru is very aware of that fact.”

 

“So why don't you try to hide it? Like you have me hiding my ears?”

 

“Because, half-breed... that would require I wear a full mask, and gloves, which I refuse to do. I have tried cosmetics in the past, They are not worth the time it takes , and they smelled... offensive.”

 

“I watched a festival once... the dancers were covered in the stuff, and it made me gag. I know what you mean.”

 

“There,” the elder nodded to a passage on the far left, “that is where we will board the jet. This portion of our journey will be much faster, but you will experience a stronger sensation of discomfort during takeoff and landing,” he warned.

 

“Great.”

 

“What you will like, is...” he held out his arm to stop the hanyou as they entered the private terminal, “This is not necessary, at least for the time being.” And he removed InuYasha's hat.

 

“Huh?” InuYasha quickly scanned the terminal area they had just entered, grabbing for his hat from his brother's grasp. “Are you nuts?? Gimme that!”

 

“There you are, Sesshoumaru-sama!! We were beginning to worry!” At the desk by the open boarding ramp stood a male attendant with red eyes bowing to them, his long blue-black hair, held back with a leather cord, fell past his broad shoulders.

 

“We needed some exercise after that tedious flight from Tokyo, is the jet ready?”

 

“Yes my Lord, and Jenkins is your pilot for this flight. I trust that is satisfactory?”

 

“Jenkins...” Sesshoumaru looked at the ceiling briefly, trying to place the man. “Ah, yes... The one with the hanyou mate. Did she whelp on schedule? I remember she was due any day when I left for Tokyo.”

 

“Yes! She had twins, a boy and a girl!” beamed the attendant, who then looked expectantly at InuYasha. “May I be so bold, my Lord... is this your long lost brother come home to us??”

 

“Indeed... Mantocleir, this is my brother, InuYasha. InuYasha, this is Mantocleir, one of my retainers.”

 

“Retainer?” InuYasha scratched his now bare head between his ears which were twitching freely with his confusion.

 

“I have been in Lord Sesshoumaru's employ for about 75 years now, give or take. It is an honor to finally meet you, Lord InuYasha.” Mantocleir bowed formally.

 

“I'm no Lord, oh Kami... don't do that...” frantically he looked at Sesshoumaru. “Will you please make him stop?? What the hells is going on here??”

 

“Your reputation has preceded you, little brother,” and Sesshoumaru smiled, no longer trying to hide his pleasure.

 

“Reputation?” InuYasha scowled, not understanding.

 

“Are you not the InuYasha?? Slayer of the bane Naraku?? The adventures of the Great Dog Boy, are widely known among our people!!

 

“Heh, Dog-Boy??” he looked to his brother, “That's what Kagome called me, usually just before she sat me...” he chuckled.

 

“Your adventures with the miko... have become legend, little brother.”

 

“What are you saying? I don't get it...”

 

“If I may, my Lord.” Mantocleir waited expectantly for the greater demon's approval.

 

“Proceed,” Sesshoumaru nodded his approval.

 

The red-eyed man then proceeded to tell InuYasha the story of his life in a great rush, from the day he was sealed to Goshinboku, then released by a young miko who then journeyed with him and others in the search for the fragments of the Shikon no Tama, right up to the final demise of Naraku and even how the very last tiny shard was found. He had told only one person about that last shard. And that man had not been demon.

 

“How does this guy know all this?” he turned to Sesshoumaru, who just stood there with a ridiculous grin on his face. “Come on! Give! I know it wasn't you, because I never told you where the last shard was.”

 

“You did tell someone. And they deemed it worthy of a story.”

 

“Old man Souta... right after we found it... a couple of years before Kagome died... but how long ago was that?”

 

“Long enough.” Sesshoumaru directed InuYasha toward the ramp, “We are boarding now, notify Jenkins.”

 

“Yes my Lord.” As the two men walked down the ramp, InuYasha overheard the retainer reporting, “Elvis has left the building, I repeat, Elvis has left the building.” and a tinny response of “roger that.”

 

“What the hells does that mean?” he demanded. “Who is Elvis?”

 

Sesshoumaru laughed, “I am... that is their code for when I am boarding.”

 

“Why Elvis? I don't get it...”

 

“You say that a lot, half-breed,” Sesshoumaru was enjoying letting his hair down so to speak. His younger brother's ears were twitching with consternation, and he was enjoying that too. He had waited a very long time for this day.

 

“If you find your miko, how will you communicate with her? Your understanding of the culture of these times is minimal, and English ... well... you are going to need a crash course in Americanisms, I can see this.”

 

“Americanisms? All I want to do is find Kagome, and pick up where we left off.”

 

“That is much easier said than it will be to do, all things considered.” He gestured for InuYasha to enter first, when they reached the doorway of the jet. “Welcome to the 21st century, half-breed.”

 

InuYasha's jaw dropped as he entered the plushly accommodated cabin of the jet. Thick carpeting cushioned the floor, with artwork hanging on the walls. There was small area with a metal basin which had a curved pipe opened just above, and strange metal coils set within a metal enameled base, and toward the back he saw replicas of the torture devices called seats on the airliner, only these were wider, and better padded. Sesshoumaru brushed past him and set his luggage down, then removed his white trench coat dropping it across a rotating seat by the dark wood grained table.

 

InuYasha raised a foot, with an inquiring look, and Sesshoumaru nodded, promptly removing his own soft slippers, with his brother quickly following his lead. He then dug into his bag and pulled out his fire-rat hakama, and looked around for a place to change.

 

“It is only the two of us here, half-breed... change where you are,” and the demon averted his gaze politely. “ The flight will take approximately 5 hours, then we will have to resume the costuming, until we arrive at my home just outside the city.”

 

“5 minutes to takeoff, Sesshoumaru-sama. Do you have any needs, my Lord?” came a disembodied voice.

 

“No Jenkins, thank you... all is well.”

 

“Yes my Lord” and then there was a faint click, just as the engines began to whine at higher and higher levels.

 

InuYasha's ears flattened at the increase of pitch and volume. “You have a house there? You didn't mention that.” He winced, quickly belting his kyhan and hakama then raised his his arms up around his head, moving to one of the flight chairs. “Why did you come to Tokyo in the first place?”

 

“I have made it a habit for many years to travel to Tokyo in the late winter and stay for at least two months.

 

“Why would you do that? That's the coldest time of year. I guess I made you cut your stay short this year.” InuYasha looked apologetic.

 

The jet slowly began moving, as it taxied into position for takeoff.

 

“Cold is less of an issue for this Sesshoumaru than it is for his brother.”

 

“I hate it when you talk like that,” InuYasha growled through clenched teeth.

 

The jet began takeoff and as it increased speed, InuYasha grimaced, feeling the sensation of his stomach being left somewhere back on the tarmac. Sesshoumaru had seated himself next to the hanyou and as the familiar whine started deep in his brother's throat, he reached over placing his hand on his brothers wrist.

 

“It will pass soon... The reason this Sesshoumaru has visited Tokyo at this time of the year is because...” he took deep breath, then sighed, “ it was this time of year, that his errant half brother disappeared 500 years ago.” He looked forward, his jaw set, expression unreadable, yet still gently grasping InuYasha's wrist. The jet leveled out very quickly, and InuYasha looked down at the clawed hand holding his wrist, wondering when it was going to start dripping poison.

 

 

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