InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Is Nothing ❯ o.O! ( Chapter 2 )

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

A bit short, but I will be working on the next one shortly. This one is flowing smooth as I've ever written before, so I'm hoping I'm able to say I'll have the next chapter out by next month.

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

Ok, maybe not any Kagome bashing. I'll leave her be. But it's still going to be MirokuXSesshoumaru and InuyashaXKouga. I'd love your comments on my writing and my ideas.

It was well past dark now, and Inuyasha was getting worried. Sure, the monk could take care of himself. But this was Sesshoumaru. That’s why the hanyou was currently threading his way through the forest, following the monk’s scent and that of his elder half-brother. He knew that Miroku would be angry with him if the monk were still with Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha just barged in and tried to drag him off. So as his twitching ears caught the first sound of Miroku’s serene voice, he paused. There was something familiar, yet different, about the voice that responded to the monk. Inuyasha was too far away to tell what the houshi was speaking about, but he wasn’t so sure that it was Sesshoumaru that Miroku was conversing with. The other voice was too rough, too human.
Inuyasha crouched down and sniffed more deliberately at the wind coming towards himself. It smelt like Sesshoumaru was still somewhere around, but not in the vicinity. He couldn’t sense his brother’s youkai powers anywhere. Assuming it was safe to get a little closer, Inuyasha took to his feet and moved in close enough to Miroku to hear what the monk and his fellow speaker were talking about. Curses, it seemed, and Inuyasha brushed it off as something the monk might find interesting to chat about.
Golden eyes narrowed and Inuyasha’s brow furrowed. Miroku was definitely talking to a human, but that human talked exactly like Sesshoumaru and even smelt like he spent a great amount of time in the Lord’s presence. It was a well known fact that Sesshoumaru did not like humans. The girl, Rin, was an odd exception and that probably only because she did not fear Sesshoumaru the least bit. A human who had spent any great length of time around Sesshoumaru should be investigated. Inuyasha stood and walked towards the clearing.

Miroku glanced up as the annoyed hanyou stepped into the clearing, but immediately sat up straight to witness Inuyasha’s next reaction. Shock.
Inuyasha stood by the small fire in the middle of the clearing and gaped at the frowning Sesshoumaru. The great Lord of the Western Lands was as beautiful as a human as he ever was as a demon. Long locks of hair pooled around Sesshoumaru’s sitting form, glinting gunmetal grey in the firelight. His eyes stared back, deep twilight ocean pools of aquamarine, so liquid that one would assume a single touch and it would all drain away. A slender hand was efficiently supported on one upraised knee, long and immaculately squared nails resting gently on the white fabric of his hakamas. His frown was surrounded by pale, unblemished skin that accentuated his high cheekbones and aristocratic nose. His markings were gone, leaving only the dark crescent as a reminder of his place as the Lord of the Western Lands. But all in all, he was all too human.
“Sesshoumaru….I…you‘re a…” Inuyasha spluttered, unable to fully harness the fact that Sesshoumaru was human, one of the things his elder brother despised.
“Human?” Miroku helpfully finished, unwilling to wait through the amount of time it might take the hanyou to spit it out.
“Yeah. Human.” Inuyasha stared at his brother, cogwheels in his mind spinning madly without grasping any knowledge of how this might be. Slowly, his mind began to gather itself and his golden eyes took on a deviant light.
Sesshoumaru closed his thickly lashed eyes, effectively shuttering the moons rays from entering and further revealing his round pupils.
“Do not think that you can best me, half-breed. Even as a human, I am better than you.” Sesshoumaru’s rosy lips formed the lilting tones with mocking indifference. As Inuyasha leaped to strangle the stuck-up Youkai turned ningen, Miroku’s staff slapped him in the chest and knocked him backwards. Inuyasha landed on his ass and turned to glare at his houshi friend, ears pinned back and pupils dilated.
“Inuyasha, calm yourself. It would hardly be a fair fight in his current condition.” Miroku tendered, and turned to appraise Sesshoumaru’s glare. “And you should not provoke him in your condition. You are not capable of protecting yourself suitably until this period of limitation has ended and you resume your Youkai powers.” Miroku stood and stared down at Sesshoumaru. “Until then, I suggest that you keep your jeering comments to yourself.”
The monk finished his statement and brushed the leaves from the seat of his robes. Turning, he grabbed Inuyasha’s arm and pulled the hanyou up from his sullen grumbling on the ground.
“We are going back to camp. If you are wise, you will follow us.” Miroku glanced at Sesshoumaru before heading back the way Inuyasha had come.
“Yeah, Sesshoumaru. I’d really like to see you defend yourself now.” Inuyasha taunted, receiving a chastising glare from the monk ahead of him.
Sesshoumaru seemed to consider Miroku’s suggestion for a moment before reluctantly using his single arm to push himself off the bole of the tree he had been sitting against to a standing position. Glaring at any and everything that entered his line of eyesight, Sesshoumaru followed his smirking half-brother and the human monk back to their campsite. When they reached it, he could already hear Inuyasha.
“Hey Kagome, you’re not gonna believe this!” The hanyou’s golden eyes glittered and he couldn’t hold still for the life of him as a dagger-eyed Sesshoumaru moved to stand behind him. Shippo gasped.
“That’s Sesshou…” The kit began.
“You got it right, Shippo! That’s Sesshoumaru! Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha was giddy with glee, despite Miroku’s steady glower. Kagome stared for a few minutes before looking confusedly towards Miroku.
“I will explain somewhat later,” the monk said and settled himself on his bedroll. “Perhaps in the morning.”
Silently, everyone settled down somewhere about the clearing, Kagome having handed Sesshoumaru an extra blanket. Things were somewhat peaceful as they drifted off to sleep, the hanyou and the Neko keeping watch through the silent night.

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So, how do you like my Sesshoumaru? Gunmetal grey hair and beautiful deep teal eyes. Such a perty boy. Please send me a review.