InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Glass ❯ Dear Brother ( Chapter 1 )

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN SEXUAL SITUATIONS BETWEEN TWO MEN (YAOI). SO, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH YAOI PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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Tainted Glass

Serenestorm

Chapter 1: Dear Brother

The bottom line is even when you're expecting it, you're not ready for the big moments. No one is ever ready for his or her life to change.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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My father made us promise before we even left that damned clearing, where my brother had drawn first breath, to never speak of what transpired there.

"This will remain between us seven". He had said, meaning, him, his five guards, and myself.

As I looked warily on the form of my odd colored brother, I did not know how he would manage to hide the evil magic that took place that night.

Yet I swore, as his men swore, to hold the secret with my life.

His guards knew, that if they were to ever renege on their vow it would surly mean their death.

As for me, I knew my father could not kill me nor disinherit me, since I was born with the mark of Ramasta, the sign of all pharaohs. Yet, I would on my honor keep my word and that my father knew.

So time passed, as it often did, and my brother and I grew in its wake.

My brother grew more so than myself however. For every year he seemed to gain two.

By the time he was five and I was ten, he appeared to be the same age as I.

Though I never spent much time with my brother, especially alone, I really tried to avoid him at that age.

Yet that in itself seemed impossible, for he avoided everyone except for me. He always sought me out, which was very frustrating.

One night, on the eve of his fifth birthday, he sunk quietly into my room.

Though his steps were as soft as leaves falling upon a river, I could sense him.

"What do you want, brat?" I asked him not hiding my annoyance.

What can I say; even then I was a major jerk.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Inu"? He asked whispering.

"Why?"

I had long ago tired of trying to rid him of that annoying nickname he had for me.

"I'm scared. I had a bad dream." He answered, his gold eyes trailing the ground before meeting my own.

I wanted to say no. I didn't really believe he had a bad dream and I certainly didn't believe that he was afraid. I still believed Sesshoumaru to be a demon.

Demons didn't fear, they caused it.

But seeing him like that, taking on the epitome of the innocent child, my heart couldn't help but soften. The moonlight played light tricks on his hair giving the white strands a silvery appearance. And his skin seemed even paler than usual. The whole image was that of fragility, which I suppose called to whatever "big brother protective instincts" I might have had.

I sighed dejectedly and scooted over to make room.

He gave me a look that I could not decipher before flashing me one of his rare smiles. I only snorted at the look and turned my back to him.

As I felt him snuggle his slightly smaller form up to mine, his white hair mixing with my own ebony strands, I wondered was he trying to enchant me, just as that Bodogan priest had my father years ago.

More time passed still and my sixteenth birthday and my brother's tenth birthday were soon underway.

My brother passed me in statue just as it appeared he had passed me in age. While at the age of 16, my body held the countenance of a boy on the verge of manhood, my brother's held that of a man sure of himself and his power. While my build, at that age was slender yet muscular, his shoulders were as broad as my father's, and he was the height of my father while I stood at his shoulders.

It's a real blow to your ego to have a "little" brother who is taller and more adult looking than yourself. Especially when that little brother is only ten years old.

Yet the only thing that was ten was his age, for even his wisdom was astounding, reaching the depth of one for beyond his years.

It was that day, the day of my sweet sixteen, that I was to marry my mate and future queen. At the age of sixteen, I was considered a man fully capable of ruling if anything were to happen to my father. So it was only fitting that I was to take on the full role of manhood by taking a bride and producing an heir.

Such was the way of my people.

My bride had been picked for me the day I was born, she being born only the day before. Her name was Aurelia, which in my tongue meant exulted one, and I had known her all my life.

I did not love her however, yet I liked her a lot. I hoped that I could grow to love her and have the same type of union that my father had enjoyed with my mother.

During that time, my brother seemed to distance himself even from me, especially when my father announced that the joining of Aurelia and myself would take place on our birthday. He seemed to brood and, whenever he was around me, he would vie for my attention, especially when Aurelia was around as well.

I had no time for the foolish whims of a child, even though that child usually exhibited a maturity that I lacked, so I basically ignored him.

Maybe I should have paid more attention though, for perhaps then I would have been able to avoid what was to come.

A few weeks before our birthday and my and Aurelia's union ritual, my brother disappeared. My father ordered his soldiers to scourer the land, but no trace of my brother was found. Of the men he sent out, some were killed from an unseen force, for the men that came back claimed to have seen nothing and could only report finding their comrades ravaged as if by some wild beast.

None of Siena, outside of the Royal Palace, knew of Sesshoumaru's absence or even of the soldiers' deaths. When my father's most trusted guards, the exact same ones that was present the night my brother was born, came up missing, one by one, I became wary.

My brother's absence and the deaths of the only ones besides my father, and myself to know the circumstances of my brother's birth, did not seem a coincidence.

Two nights before my birthday, my father disappeared as well and on the eve of my birthday, right after my union to Aurelia, his body was found in the river of the Nile. Yet, unlike the others whose bodies were torn beyond recognition, the only marks found on my father were the two puncture wounds on his neck. And the healers summarized that he had been drained of all his blood.

So that night, when I took my bride and reached manhood, I also gained the burden of the crown.

I was Pharaoh at the age of sixteen.

The first thing I did officially as Pharaoh was order the capture of my father's murderer.

I told no one but I suspected who that murderer was and I knew in the farther recesses of my mind that that person would not be caught unless he willed it so.

Six months passed with no leads on the assassin or no signs of my brother, so I called off the search.

I accepted that whom ever killed my father had long left Siena and since I still felt the killer to be my brother, it would be no use to continue the search for him as well.

Besides, I had more important things to think of then. A war was breaking out on the boundaries of my kingdom, and though it didn't involve Siena directly, it needed to be pacified before it did. My mate was also five months pregnant and demanded much of my attention, which I gladly gave.

The thought of being a father lightened my heart considerably. Just the feel of her stomach pressed against my back at night, knowing that my child lay nestled in her womb, filled me with an indescribable urge to protect. Four months later, Aurelia presented me with a baby boy. He was beautiful and I named him Reine, which was the male version of my mother's name Raine. Both names meant enlightened one.

He looked just like me, except for his eyes. He inherited my mate's dark blue eyes yet my ebony locks. Little was I to know that I would enjoy him for only a year.

A year later, in the dead of night, while my mate lay snuggled against my chest her long chestnut hair sprawled about our sheets, a strange sound drew me from my slumber. I lay still for a while, wondering if the sound I heard was only a manifestation of a dream. Yet, a few minutes later, I heard it again. The sound was soft, barely recognizable, but I knew it. The sound of fingernails scraping against my bedroom door, how many times had Sesshoumaru woken me in that exact manner? I climbed slowly from my bed, careful not to wake Aurelia and covered my nakedness with a silky red robe. Quickly I ran to the door and opened it, hoping to catch Sesshoumaru in the act as I had many times in the past, yet I did not. I stepped outside of door and closed it behind me. I scanned the halls looking for any sign of my brother yet found none. Just as I was about to give up and mark off what I had heard as a dream, Sesshoumaru whispered my name.

I looked around frantically, trying to find the source of that voice.

Fear caught me in its grasp.

I had to protect my child and my mate. So when my brother called to me again, I followed his voice, desperate to keep him from my family.

I ran past my guards ordering them not to follow me.

I remember clearly thinking that I needed to tighten up on security.

Sesshoumaru shouldn't have been able to pass my guards undetected.

The night's air chilled me, though it was warm out. Perhaps it was my brother that chilled me, for even as I turned I knew he was behind me.

Sesshoumaru stood before me, looking just as he had the year before. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that his aging process had slowed.

He chuckled as I took in his appearance. He was covered in white robes, the robes of the righteous, which was a sacrilege in itself.

Sesshoumaru was far from righteous.

An intricate half moon design decorated his forehead and I wondered was that the sign of his demon heritage.

"I see you can still sense me, brother". He said breaking the silence.

"And I see you have chosen to show your true form, brother". I answered.

I quickly took on a defensive posture and cursed myself for not bringing my blade.

"What do you want, Maru, was father not enough?"

I suspected what he wanted. It was quite obvious that he intended to take my throne. I knew that if he killed me, he would kill my son also, who, if I were to die, would automatically become king.

"So you got your gift? I did not ravage him as I did the others. I thought that would please you".

He smiled warmly as if we were exchanging pleasantries not discussing his murdering of my father.

"It would have pleased me, brother, if you had never been born. Brat, how dare you murder our father and how dare you come here now!" I said glaring darkly up at him.

He was still a few inches taller than me, which was in itself, irritating.

"Well, Inu, why did you not strike me dead when given the chance? It is on your head the lives I've taken and have yet to take. You hated father anyway. Had I not killed him, you would have eventually." He walked closer to me, forcing me to step back to keep him from invading my space.

"That is a lie. I may not have liked father but I would have never killed him. But you are right I should have killed you before you drew your first breath".

"What do you want from me?!" I yelled when he stepped even closer pushing me against a wall.

"What have I always wanted?"

"Humph, you want the throne do you not? Well I will not allow you to have it nor will I allow you to hurt my son."

I gazed angrily at him, wishing in that moment that looks could kill. His hand caressed my cheek softly before giving it a devastating blow, causing my head to snap to the side. I looked back at him defiantly not wanting to show my fear at such a display of power.

He was stronger than I and we both knew it.

He had barely touched me, but my face was stinging from his hit, I knew a nasty bruise was already forming and blood dripped from my mouth. I raised my fist to punch him but he caught it in mid strike. He used my captured hand to pin me more securely to the wall. He pressed his body into mine and rested his forehead on my own.

"I could care less for this kingdom or your throne, Inu. I want you". He muttered, his breath tickling my lips.

I blinked and was for once lost for words. Same sex couples were not uncommon in Siena but it was looked down upon amongst royalty.

"I've always wanted you, Inu, only you. You will become my consort". He said flicking his eyes toward the palace.

"Or you will die, but not before watching your mate and son die".

He watched me intently waiting for an answer; a smug look encompassed his face.

He punched the wall, his fist landing beside my head, and I watched as the brick parted like butter for him creating a hole the size of my head in its structure.

"Just incase you're thinking of fighting me, dear brother". He muttered.

He was strong, too strong.

He would kill me, but most of all he would kill my child and my mate.

Their lives came before my own, so, unwillingly I made the only decision I could make.

"Fine but you must vow to never harm my family". His smirk widened and he kissed me deeply.

I could not help but gasp as soft lips caressed mine.

"Agreed. You will become like me. You will never grow old and never die. I will be your sire, as well as your lover, Inu".

I only nodded.

More than anything, I hated my weakness at that moment. But I vowed to kill my bastard brother if it was the last thing I ever did. I would kill him for reducing me to his whore.

"So be it". I whispered.

My choice was made.

There was nothing left to be said.

He led me to the clearing, the same clearing that he was born in, and laid me upon the jade altar. He told me to remove my robe and he lay beside me naked as well.

I knew what he wanted, or at least thought I knew, and when he took my hand, I tried to still my tremors and hold in my tears.

Yet he surprised me.

Instead he cut my wrist with his claw like nails, and cut his as well.

"This will hurt like hell at first, but trust me, it'll hurt in a good way".

He kissed me softly and then brought our wrist together.

The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt. My blood felt as if it was on fire and I somehow knew that it was because of his blood mixing with my own.

He held me close and whispered to me in a language I didn't understand.

Sesshoumaru moaned and I could feel his need pressed against my thigh. I tried not to think of that, of what he wanted me for, of what I agreed to do.

I gladly focused on the pain instead, which was beginning to not feel so painful.

It was then that I noticed that I was moaning as well. For that pain was becoming oh so pleasurable. I wrapped my arms around my brother, the pleasure consuming all rational thought, and screamed his name as wave after wave of pure bliss hit me.

The pleasure climaxed to a point that my human body could not handle. The darkness claimed me and I died on a wave of ecstasy as I screamed my gratification in the arms of my demon brother.

What do you think? Good, bad, ugly? Anyway I told you that this wouldn't be the normal Inuyasha/Kagome fic. Don't worry though all you Kagome lovers, she'll be making an appearance soon. I know that Sesshoumaru is way OOC but I need him this way so don't flame me for it. Anyway I'll update soon but if I get enough reviews, you may not have to wait as long. What can I say; reviews inspire me.

Q & A: This is where I will address any questions you guys have, so if you are confused about something or have a question for me, please leave it in the review or email me.

Jade: Kagome will come in soon don't worry.

Dragon Slayer: He won't have dog ears, sorry.

Yasha's girl: Yeah, as you can see, it has some I/S as well but it will be an I/K fic. I'm establishing Inuyasha's character first then I'll move to Kagome.

Well till next time…