InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ Drawn Together ( Chapter 3 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.20.2005 | Updated On: 01.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.20.2005 | Updated On: 01.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.7K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 3: Drawn Together
He was doing it again, he realized with a growl. He forced himself to stop walking. Oddly, it was more difficult to stop himself from continuing on than it normally was. He wondered if it was because most of his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his search for a mate.
He’d figured out what he was doing decades ago when he had once again been wandering his lands aimlessly only to find himself in the same area as his little brother, again. It had been a great annoyance to him.
He had thought that the half-breed was following him somehow. However, after much thought and several years of consideration, he realized that this was most likely not the case. Sesshoumaru had found, upon observing the circumstances in which he would suddenly find himself in his younger brother’s presence, that it only occurred when he began walking with no real destination in mind. For some reason, he seemed to subconsciously know exactly where Inuyasha was at all times.
This knowledge had bothered him for years there after. If he was being completely honest, it still did. He could remember one occasion, almost 150 years ago when he had all of the sudden felt the need to go out for a walk. With Jaken running behind trying to catch up, he had quickly and unerringly covered many ri of land only to find himself being nearly overwhelmed by the scent of Inuyasha’s blood.
Despite himself, Sesshoumaru had become concerned. If the amount of blood he smelled was correct, the pup should be dead. The thought of Inuyasha’s death had greatly bothered him for some unknown reason. He had felt the need to make absolutely certain that this would not come to be, thus had begun one of the strangest periods of his life.
He had spent the next three weeks after finding the very young Inuyasha at death’s door looking after his little brother. For some reason, he could not bring himself to just leave. Sesshoumaru, who had never taken care of anyone’s wounds except his own, had found himself playing willing nursemaid to a little half-breed whelp that was a dishonor to his family’s name. He blamed it on temporary insanity. To this day, he highly doubted that Inuyasha even remembered the incident.
Sesshoumaru, however, remembered the events quite clearly even now. When he had come upon Inuyasha, he had appeared to have been rather severely mauled. If Sesshoumaru had to guess, he would have said it was most likely a bear demon that was the culprit, but why the demon had just left instead of eating the hanyou was unknown to him. Perhaps a larger predator had come along and scared off the demon before he could complete the kill.
Inuyasha had been covered in blood from head to toe and, without thinking on the matter first, Sesshoumaru had lifted the small, battered body and carried him to a nearby stream. Ignoring Jaken’s incoherent babbling in the background, Sesshoumaru had gently stripped and then cleaned the blood off the boy.
Finally able to make a true assessment of the damage, Sesshoumaru was shocked that his baby brother was still alive. Initially upon seeing the child, he had thought that the quantity of blood was just making the wounds appear worse than they actually were. Now, with a cleaned body, he realized that they were, in fact, worse than he had originally thought even with the blood. By all rights, Inuyasha should have been dead.
Sesshoumaru had felt an inexplicable rage coming over him at the thought. ‘How dare anyone try to kill my baby brother? Inuyasha is mine.’ A growl came up in the back of his throat, but he forced it down out of a feeling of necessity due to the constant presence of his servant. It would not do to show any sign of this event affecting him in front of Jaken.
All the same, his internal reaction shocked him. What could have possessed him to think something as absurd as that? Why would he even care if Inuyasha was dead? Inuyasha was a blemish on his great father’s name. He should have been killed by their father at birth. It was just the way things worked.
With much consideration, during which he unthinkingly patched up his baby brother’s wounds with ripped strips of his own clothing, he came to the conclusion that that must be it. It had been his father’s responsibility to remove the half-breed from the world. His father had died before doing so. Therefore, the responsibility for this act now fell onto his shoulders as his father’s heir.
It all made perfect sense. He was only enraged that another demon was trying to take away his kill. Satisfied for the moment with his rationalizations, Sesshoumaru turned his attention back to the child in his arms. With shock he realized that while he had been arguing with himself, he had finished bandaging the abused body of his half-brother and was now holding Inuyasha, covered in bandages and wrapped in the outer layer of his fire rat.
Looking at the helpless pup in his arms, Sesshoumaru rather easily came to the conclusion that he could not find any honor in killing Inuyasha while he was like this. Not only was he completely defenseless, he was half-dead already. Killing him now would be a completely unacceptable way for one of his father’s children to die, even though he was a half-breed. No, he would wait until the pup was healed, then he would kill him.
Seeing that night had already fallen and there was really no more he could do at this time, Sesshoumaru told Jaken to go to sleep and leaned against a nearby tree, all the while holding the little hanyou. As he fell asleep, he did not even notice that he had unconsciously buried his nose into the crook of Inuyasha’s neck.
As the weeks went past, he watched his baby brother get better and better under his care. One day, three weeks after the pup had been found, Sesshoumaru realized that Inuyasha would in fact be well enough to be considered fit to take care of himself again by tomorrow. (Well, as fit as such a young pup could ever be to take care of oneself.)
As he considered this, he made a decision. Lowering one such as himself to kill such a young pup, even if he was a half-breed and no longer a step away from death, would not be overly honorable of him. After all, this whelp really stood no chance against him. Not that he ever would, but Sesshoumaru decided he could at least try to make it a more interesting fight.
With this in mind, Sesshoumaru abruptly stood and walked away from the half-breed. Disregarding the fact that his baby brother was still mostly unconscious, he coldly shot back to him, “I will not kill you just yet, half-breed. When you are old enough to fight back, I will return and take your life. Until then, remember that your life is mine and your death is mine, no one else shall kill you but I.”
That statement had brought him to his current predicament with his little brother. He had wanted to wait until Inuyasha was strong enough to fight him. Sometimes in his deepest thoughts he wondered if he might not have waited too long. His little brother was no longer the easy-to-kill whelp that he had helped all those years ago. But, be that as it may, the past could not be changed and Sesshoumaru was not known for dwelling on such things.
As he was musing on the past, Sesshoumaru found that he had resumed moving towards his brother’s current location. With a feeling of frustration that he did not allow to show on his face, he allowed himself to continue on towards his little brother. With any luck, there would actually be a reason for him to go there this time.
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Once again, thank you for reading and leaving reviews.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 3: Drawn Together
He was doing it again, he realized with a growl. He forced himself to stop walking. Oddly, it was more difficult to stop himself from continuing on than it normally was. He wondered if it was because most of his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his search for a mate.
He’d figured out what he was doing decades ago when he had once again been wandering his lands aimlessly only to find himself in the same area as his little brother, again. It had been a great annoyance to him.
He had thought that the half-breed was following him somehow. However, after much thought and several years of consideration, he realized that this was most likely not the case. Sesshoumaru had found, upon observing the circumstances in which he would suddenly find himself in his younger brother’s presence, that it only occurred when he began walking with no real destination in mind. For some reason, he seemed to subconsciously know exactly where Inuyasha was at all times.
This knowledge had bothered him for years there after. If he was being completely honest, it still did. He could remember one occasion, almost 150 years ago when he had all of the sudden felt the need to go out for a walk. With Jaken running behind trying to catch up, he had quickly and unerringly covered many ri of land only to find himself being nearly overwhelmed by the scent of Inuyasha’s blood.
Despite himself, Sesshoumaru had become concerned. If the amount of blood he smelled was correct, the pup should be dead. The thought of Inuyasha’s death had greatly bothered him for some unknown reason. He had felt the need to make absolutely certain that this would not come to be, thus had begun one of the strangest periods of his life.
He had spent the next three weeks after finding the very young Inuyasha at death’s door looking after his little brother. For some reason, he could not bring himself to just leave. Sesshoumaru, who had never taken care of anyone’s wounds except his own, had found himself playing willing nursemaid to a little half-breed whelp that was a dishonor to his family’s name. He blamed it on temporary insanity. To this day, he highly doubted that Inuyasha even remembered the incident.
Sesshoumaru, however, remembered the events quite clearly even now. When he had come upon Inuyasha, he had appeared to have been rather severely mauled. If Sesshoumaru had to guess, he would have said it was most likely a bear demon that was the culprit, but why the demon had just left instead of eating the hanyou was unknown to him. Perhaps a larger predator had come along and scared off the demon before he could complete the kill.
Inuyasha had been covered in blood from head to toe and, without thinking on the matter first, Sesshoumaru had lifted the small, battered body and carried him to a nearby stream. Ignoring Jaken’s incoherent babbling in the background, Sesshoumaru had gently stripped and then cleaned the blood off the boy.
Finally able to make a true assessment of the damage, Sesshoumaru was shocked that his baby brother was still alive. Initially upon seeing the child, he had thought that the quantity of blood was just making the wounds appear worse than they actually were. Now, with a cleaned body, he realized that they were, in fact, worse than he had originally thought even with the blood. By all rights, Inuyasha should have been dead.
Sesshoumaru had felt an inexplicable rage coming over him at the thought. ‘How dare anyone try to kill my baby brother? Inuyasha is mine.’ A growl came up in the back of his throat, but he forced it down out of a feeling of necessity due to the constant presence of his servant. It would not do to show any sign of this event affecting him in front of Jaken.
All the same, his internal reaction shocked him. What could have possessed him to think something as absurd as that? Why would he even care if Inuyasha was dead? Inuyasha was a blemish on his great father’s name. He should have been killed by their father at birth. It was just the way things worked.
With much consideration, during which he unthinkingly patched up his baby brother’s wounds with ripped strips of his own clothing, he came to the conclusion that that must be it. It had been his father’s responsibility to remove the half-breed from the world. His father had died before doing so. Therefore, the responsibility for this act now fell onto his shoulders as his father’s heir.
It all made perfect sense. He was only enraged that another demon was trying to take away his kill. Satisfied for the moment with his rationalizations, Sesshoumaru turned his attention back to the child in his arms. With shock he realized that while he had been arguing with himself, he had finished bandaging the abused body of his half-brother and was now holding Inuyasha, covered in bandages and wrapped in the outer layer of his fire rat.
Looking at the helpless pup in his arms, Sesshoumaru rather easily came to the conclusion that he could not find any honor in killing Inuyasha while he was like this. Not only was he completely defenseless, he was half-dead already. Killing him now would be a completely unacceptable way for one of his father’s children to die, even though he was a half-breed. No, he would wait until the pup was healed, then he would kill him.
Seeing that night had already fallen and there was really no more he could do at this time, Sesshoumaru told Jaken to go to sleep and leaned against a nearby tree, all the while holding the little hanyou. As he fell asleep, he did not even notice that he had unconsciously buried his nose into the crook of Inuyasha’s neck.
As the weeks went past, he watched his baby brother get better and better under his care. One day, three weeks after the pup had been found, Sesshoumaru realized that Inuyasha would in fact be well enough to be considered fit to take care of himself again by tomorrow. (Well, as fit as such a young pup could ever be to take care of oneself.)
As he considered this, he made a decision. Lowering one such as himself to kill such a young pup, even if he was a half-breed and no longer a step away from death, would not be overly honorable of him. After all, this whelp really stood no chance against him. Not that he ever would, but Sesshoumaru decided he could at least try to make it a more interesting fight.
With this in mind, Sesshoumaru abruptly stood and walked away from the half-breed. Disregarding the fact that his baby brother was still mostly unconscious, he coldly shot back to him, “I will not kill you just yet, half-breed. When you are old enough to fight back, I will return and take your life. Until then, remember that your life is mine and your death is mine, no one else shall kill you but I.”
That statement had brought him to his current predicament with his little brother. He had wanted to wait until Inuyasha was strong enough to fight him. Sometimes in his deepest thoughts he wondered if he might not have waited too long. His little brother was no longer the easy-to-kill whelp that he had helped all those years ago. But, be that as it may, the past could not be changed and Sesshoumaru was not known for dwelling on such things.
As he was musing on the past, Sesshoumaru found that he had resumed moving towards his brother’s current location. With a feeling of frustration that he did not allow to show on his face, he allowed himself to continue on towards his little brother. With any luck, there would actually be a reason for him to go there this time.
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Once again, thank you for reading and leaving reviews.