InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Place ❯ What Only The Blind Can See ( Chapter 3 )

"Everyday, Mary says
it's okay . . .
Hey, come on now.
Go on and get in your happy place."
-- Happy Place, Susanna Hoffs, 1996

'Okay, this is . . . not normal,' Inuyasha thought as he detected the scent of his brother's tears. 'Sesshomaru has never cried. Ever!'

'Are you sure about that?' a little voice whispered. 'Everything you've ever seen has been what he presents to the world. You don't know what he's like once taken out. You don't know what scars he bears.'

'Oh, like it's something that he'd ever share with me,' he snorted. But still . . . he felt compelled to reach out to his brother, to let him know . . . What did he want to let him know, anyway?

'It isn't exactly like I can tell him anything,' Inuyasha mused morosely. Tentatively, he reached out his hand and touched his brother's cheek. A single tear had strayed from his brother's eye but nothing more.

'I wonder what brought this on. Demons don't cry.'

As quickly as it had happened, Inuyasha withdrew his hand and lowered his head. He still had no idea as to what his brother intended to do with him. He didn't even know where he was.

'Maybe . . . maybe this is how my life is going to be like from now on. No . . . there's a chance that the spell can be broken . . . Maybe Kaede will know something . . . But, dammit, how am I going to be able to tell her? I can't see, I can't hear . . . and chances are, I can't even talk. Like it'd do me any good anyway.'

Inuyasha sighed and folded his arms in front of him. This wasn't going to do at all.

* * *

Sesshomaru cast another glance at his brother. The silent half-demon worried him somewhat, though he wasn't about to let it show. Inuyasha had always let it known how he felt about him. But then . . . he had always let Inuyasha know how he had felt as well.

'I guess it was only a matter of time before he quit trying to be friends with anyone, given how humans and demons have reacted to him. Given how I began to treat him . . .'

Sesshomaru shook his head. Revisiting the past was always a futile struggle. One could always look at what could have been done differently and what should have been done differently but it didn't change anything. What was done was done. There was no going back.

'But that doesn't mean it has to stay that way,' the same little voice whispered. 'Things have a way of changing.'

'Some things never change,' he retorted back.

'True,' the voice conceded, 'but your brother has. You may think of him as weak for being around mortals but look at how much stronger he is because of that.'

'Inuyasha? Strong? I hardly think so . . .'

'Then how is it he is able to wield the Tetsusaiga and you are not? You know why your father had the blade forged. Inuyasha did not when it first came into his possession and yet he is able to touch it and use it to protect his mortal friends.'

To that, Sesshomaru had no answer. It was true. He knew why his father had had the Tetsusaiga forged, the main reason at least. It had been to protect Chen and Inuyasha. But little good it had done. Nothing had been able to protect Inuyasha from the scorn and ridicule that came from being born of both worlds and yet neither world.

'Yet, he's managed to forge his own way. He's survived. Perhaps . . . perhaps he isn't as weak as I once thought him to be.'

"Lord Sesshomaru, look at what I found!"

Rin's voice brought him back to the present and he looked in her direction. The young girl had picked several wildflowers and was currently running back to him, her hand holding her treasure.

"For you," she stated simply, thrusting them into his hand then running off again.

Sesshomaru shook his head then glanced at Inuyasha once more. The half- demon had a slight grin on his face but why, he didn't know.

'Maybe one day, I'll find out,' he mused. They continued on.

* * *

"Are you sure that this is what you want, my Lord?" a dark-haired woman asked, looking up from the water-mirror. Her four companions also looked up, their expressions curious.

"Yes, it is."

"Very well then. The lesson shall commence."