InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Is Nothing ❯ - . - ? ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hello people! I would like to introduce you to Forever Is Nothing, my first Inuyasha fic. But, do not be wary. This is nowhere near my first fic of all. Im actually a pretty accomplished writer, although that title only works whenever I actually update. However, unlike my other fics, I have the feeling that this one is going to flow pretty smoothly. A nice break from writers block, I think. So alas, alas, let's get onto the legal googlosh.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Inuyasha. It belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz.

WARNINGS: This will eventually be YAOI. That's Man ON man sex. Oh yeah, this is MirokuXSesshoumaru. And there will always be some Kagome bashing. So this'll probably be InuXKouga. Maybe the other way around.


Miroku stood in front of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, His friends stood poised about him, wary for any threatening gesture made by the tall Youkai he faced. As his deep violet eyes traced over the half-clothed body before him, Miroku could only stare. What beauty, what majesty, could compare to that of this being?
Burning red eyes narrowed down at him and the demon shifted itself slightly to rest on the balls of its feet. It had come here, not out of anger or hate, but because its deep seated instincts had told it to come. It had walked into the clearing with its eyes burning a glaring scarlet trail in the twilight forest. It had not moved to injure the miko and her fox kit, nor the growling hanyou. It had not even glanced towards the demon slayer and her wary Neko companion. Its path had led it straight to where it now stood, looming over the human monk.
Several long moments passed. Slowly the crimson faded from the Youkai’s eyes and it glanced about, taking awareness of its surroundings. That was when its gaze traveled back to the houshi it towered in front of. The monk tried to regain his composure, unsure of why this creature had come seeking him, and not some other and more significant member of his group. Nevertheless, he felt it had something to do with his houshi powers. But oh, how beautiful. His cursed hand clenched and unclenched at his side as his mind tried to grasp the emotions it was feeling.
Miroku opened his mouth, searching his blank mind desperately for something to say. The words that came out were horribly, dreadfully silencing. Even Inuyasha stared, dumbstruck.
Miroku’s mouth opened, and said the only words he could think to say to such a wonderfully beautiful creature. “Would you bear my children?”
Sesshoumaru’s brow rose slowly as Miroku’s face turned thirteen shades of violent red after realizing what five words he had spoken.
“I…I mean…” the houshi stuttered, his face, if possible, growing a few shades darker. To say that the monk had made a mistake was like saying a bullet through the head was ‘just a little scratch.’ But Sesshoumaru did not seem angered, although he did seem a bit impatient as the monk struggled to push down his mad blushes and regain a hold on himself. Finally, Miroku resorted to closing his eyes and guiding himself through a breathing exercise he normally only used when preparing to meditate. The red faded from his cheeks and his heartbeat slowed to a normal pace. When he opened his eyes again, they were accompanied by his normal expression.
“Why are you here, Sesshoumaru?” Miroku questioned the Youkai, ignoring his recovering friends and raising a brow at the shirtless Lord of the Western Lands. The Lord’s eyes moved over the monk as if assessing his worth.
In his usual clipped tones, Sesshoumaru spoke. “You are a ningen with the ability to control certain spiritual powers. This Sesshoumaru requires that you service him with them.”
“That hentai ain’t gonna service you anything, bastard!” Inuyasha growled before starting to lunge at his older half-brother. Surprisingly, he was stopped when Miroku held his staff in Inuyasha’s path.
“He spoke to me, Inuyasha.” Miroku coolly reprimanded. “I do not believe Sesshoumaru has come here to pick a fight. However, I am not required to do anything. If I offer my services, it will be of my own will and none other.” He dropped the butt of his staff back to the ground and raised a thin black brow at Inuyasha’s defiant glare. “I will inquire further of his intentions. Alone.” With that, the monk seemed to gather his robes about himself and moved off towards the edge of the clearing. Sesshoumaru continued to ignore Inuyasha and opted to follow the monk.
The demon lord followed the ningen at a sedate pace, his internally boiling anger masked behind his stoic face. How dare the human walk away and expect him, Sesshoumaru and Lord of the Western Land, to follow him? On any other occasion, Sesshoumaru would have struck the monk dead for this perceived insult, if not for the monk’s earlier brusque and completely unthinking response. But Sesshoumaru needed the houshi alive for his purposes, and so reigned his anger in and relegated it to a fierce dissatisfaction with his predicament instead.
The monk stopped at another clearing out of hearing distance from his hanyou comrade and settled himself to the ground, tucking his black and purple robes around his legs and laying his staff across his lap. Sesshoumaru glared at him for a long moment before settling himself across from the houshi.
“Bear your children?” Inquired the demon lord, taking great amusement in the faint blush that rose to the monk’s cheeks.
“I was not thinking clearly. You have my apologies for such a poorly thought out question.” Miroku intoned calmly, a hint of blood still lingering in his cheeks as he tightened and loosened his grip on his staff.
“Indeed,” mused Sesshoumaru before taking on a more serious tone. “This Sesshoumaru has not come here to speak of your bold misgivings. He has more serious matters to discuss, ningen.” The Youkai’s face was set with a hint of a frown pulling at his normally expressionless lips.
“Then discuss them, Sesshoumaru. I am not holding you back.” the monk gestured openly. “I am willing to listen.”
Sesshoumaru’s face darkened for a moment before he composed himself more fully and spoke. “What do you know of hampering curses, houshi?”
“It depends on what kind of hampering you speak of. Spiritual, physical, or ability bindings are the most commonplace. I must know more of the particular curse to tell you more.” Miroku confided, brows furrowing slightly. After spending several moments visually examining Sesshoumaru he noticed that a few things about the Lord were off. Sesshoumaru’s clothing was nowhere near as pristine as usual, although one would not have noticed in the invisible glow of the haughty Youkai’s superiority complex. Also, his long tresses were not neatly brushed and groomed as usual, nor were his eyes as seemingly bright as normal. If anything, Sesshoumaru looked tired, but his pride would not allow him to show it beyond what few physical signs could be picked out. The fact that Sesshoumaru was lacking not only his armor, but his shirt and his Mokomoko-sama as well was worrying. It was almost comforting to see Tenseiga tied to Sesshoumaru’s obi.

Sesshoumaru held his words as he watched the monk brood silently. Something seemed to be disturbing the monk greatly. The monks scent was that of concern, and concerning whom, Sesshomaru was very sure it was himself. His eyes narrowed slightly. He did not need some Ningen houshi becoming concerned for him. Finally, Miroku glanced up.
“What are the…symptoms…if I may use that word?” Miroku asked.
“This Sesshoumaru asked you to tell him about the hampering curses, not to ask him what symptoms he may be suffering.” The Youkai stated.
“So I was right. Someone has placed a binding on you.” Miroku asserted. “I cannot help you if you do not tell me what it is doing to you. I must know what kind of curse it is before I can do any in-depth studies to find a counter spell. Speak to me, Sesshoumaru.”
The Youkai lord glared for a moment at the human who deigned to demand anything of him. His gaze switched to the trees before he closed his eyes and listened intently to insure there were no third parties listening in on their conversation. Nothing.
“Human. What this Sesshoumaru says, you will not speak of to another. Will you stake your life and that of your friends on this?” The Lord demanded and watched Miroku’s brow crease in thought. The monk sat silently for a few moments before sitting up straight and looking Sesshoumaru in the eyes.
“You will not harm my friends. What we discuss here is our business, and ours alone. I will not breach this agreement.” With that, the monk laid his staff to the side and settled himself back more comfortably. Now, tell me all that has happened.”

“This Sesshoumaru has found himself badly weakened at times.” The Lord of the Western Lands conceded grudgingly.
“Weakened. You do not tell me enough. Do not let your pride take over the need for your wellbeing. How weakened?” Miroku demanded, intent on dragging the answers out of Sesshoumaru however he must.
“This Sesshoumaru has found himself…deprived of his powers more and more frequently.” The monk glared at him and Sesshoumaru glared back.
“Sesshoumaru…” Miroku could almost swear that the great Lord Sesshoumaru was acting like a petulant child that didn’t wish to divulge himself of an embarrassing secret. Now Miroku could see exactly where Inuyasha had been wrong when he stated that he and his half-brother were nothing alike.
“So help me if I have to drag these answers out of you one by one, but it would be much easier on both of us if you’d just drop it already and tell me what’s wrong.” Miroku was done fooling around. For some reason, his almost unending patience was wearing thin. Very thin. Maybe Sesshoumaru sensed this, or more likely smelt it, because he gave a resigned sigh and leaned back to avert his eyes at the treetops.
“This Sesshoumaru has been spellbound in a most humiliating way. He finds himself lacking in his youkai powers many times in the past moon cycle. His physical strength and perceptions are also greatly…reduced.” This was the longest confession Miroku had gotten out of the demon Lord so far, and he puzzled over it for a few moments. Suddenly, the monk gasped.
“Are you telling me, Sesshoumaru, that you have been turning…human?” Miroku asked nervously.
“This Sesshoumaru answers truthfully when he tells you he is afflicted in such a manner.” The Youkai Lord admitted, his eyes burning into the surprised violet orbs of the Human monk.
“Unbelievable…” Miroku whispered, stunned at such a thought. This was certainly the effect of more than just a simple curse. Now, Miroku wasn’t so sure he should have gotten himself involved.