InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ A Drunken Encounter ( Chapter 4 )
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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: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.6K | 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: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.6K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest, additional warning for this chapter: encouraging underage persons to drink (not that I support it, but it fits for the story)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 4: A Drunken Encounter
Thinking about mating season and Sesshoumaru in the same thought always reminded Inuyasha of the single most crazy encounter he could recall having ever had with his brother. It had been a few days before mating season began, almost 100 years ago.
He had been all of the human equivalent of 10 years old at the time. From past experience, he knew that it was not smart to be out and about during mating season if one could help it. He was in the process of gathering enough edible plants to last him the moon cycle as well as looking for an unassuming cave to hide out in when he suddenly caught the scent of his big brother.
He instinctively froze in fear, waiting for his elder sibling to come to him. Inuyasha had never really been sure what exactly to make of Sesshoumaru. He was almost twice his size and tended to have a rather vicious and unpredictable temper where he was concerned.
When they would meet in passing, he would sometimes find himself talking to his elder brother about things and Sesshoumaru would almost look like he actually might have cared or was paying attention to what he had to say. Inuyasha could even think of a few occasions where Sesshoumaru had actually answered a question he had posed. Then, out of the blue, his older brother would suddenly insult or backhand him for no apparent reason. From Inuyasha’s perspective, it was almost as if Sesshoumaru had bouts when he temporarily forgot he wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with Inuyasha before abruptly returning to reality and once again shoving his younger brother away.
Despite the fact that Sesshoumaru was occasionally good for small conversations with the incredibly socially deprived hanyou, Inuyasha was sure that, with the approach of mating season, his brother would not be in one of his briefly talkative moods. In fact, he was fully expecting one of their more violent encounters which normally consisted of Sesshoumaru beating him into the ground and then informing him that he was still not worth his time to kill and leaving. Inuyasha found it to be very frustrating.
As such, he was shocked when Sesshoumaru did not appear in his field of vision within the next few seconds. He knew for a fact that his elder brother had a much better sense of smell than he did and should have known he was coming from quite a ways away. He sniffed the air once more to make sure he, indeed, smelled his brother and not just an old scent trail.
The smell that came back to him was definitely that of his brother. It was strong enough to indicate that he was really there, not just an old scent trail, but there was another smell mixed with the scent he knew so well. Taking a deeper sniff, Inuyasha placed the other scent. Sake. Quite a bit of it too if he didn’t miss his guess.
By smell, Sesshoumaru was obviously alone and Inuyasha had never even considered that his prim and proper older sibling might drink by himself. It didn’t fit in with the world as Inuyasha saw it and, even though he was positive it was a bad idea, he couldn’t help but move closer to see this oddity with his own eyes.
As he walked closer, he was glad that he was standing downwind. At least this way, he would have a bit of an advantage over Sesshoumaru even if it was only because his elder brother was drinking. He continued to follow the scent to the edge of the tree line that opened into a small clearing.
Across the clearing, he could see his big brother, sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree with a bottle in his hand. The bottle was half empty and looked to soon be joining its 5 empty compatriots on the ground next to him if the speed at which he was consuming the liquid was any indication.
As Inuyasha watched, with his jaw dropped, Sesshoumaru finished off the 6th bottle, threw it to the side to rest with its friends and, reaching into a bag that Inuyasha had not yet noticed, pulled out another bottle and opened it, lifting it to his mouth.
Just then, Inuyasha’s luck ran out as the wind shifted directions so he was no longer downwind. He watched his brother stop in mid-drink and sniff the air. Standing perfectly still, Inuyasha hoped that Sesshoumaru would be too drunk to recognize his scent but, as he watched his elder brother put down his drink and look straight at his hiding spot, he knew he had been found out.
Even in his inebriated state, Inuyasha knew that his elder brother could most likely still beat him to a bloody pulp so he decided to wait for Sesshoumaru’s next move before he jumped to any conclusions. He watched Sesshoumaru open his mouth with a cringe. Instead of the curses and threats which Inuyasha was fully expecting, he heard, “Ah, Inuyasha. There you are. Come here. Have a seat,” and, as if nothing was in the slightest bit unusual about this, Sesshoumaru casually patted the ground right next to him to indicate where this ‘seat’ of his was supposed to be.
Shocked, Inuyasha tried to decide if this was some sort of trap or not. When he did not move fast enough for Sesshoumaru’s liking, he heard, “Come on, Inuyasha. Get your cute little butt over here.”
This comment understandably horrified Inuyasha. He could feel thoughts racing through his head, vying for dominance. He latched onto one and spoke it aloud, “Who are you and what have you done with my big brother?”
His response was a low laugh. Inuyasha was almost shaking with fear. His elder brother did NOT laugh. He didn’t care if Sesshoumaru was so drunk he couldn’t remember his own name, he did not laugh, ever. And yet, here was this being, looking and smelling and even remotely sounding like his brother laughing. It wasn’t even a mocking laugh. Sesshoumaru honestly looked amused.
Apparently having realized he was not getting what he wanted, Sesshoumaru suddenly turned from amused to dead serious. “Come here, Inuyasha,” he commanded. “I will not ask again.”
Easily recognizing that voice from previous experience, Inuyasha hurried to comply. He knew that if he did not, there would be hell to pay for it. As he drew near his brother, he looked expectantly at Sesshoumaru as if asking him what to do now.
Sesshoumaru looked him in the eye for a moment as if searching for something. Apparently, he found what he was looking for because a satisfied look crossed his face and he ordered, “Sit,” pointing right where he had previously patted.
This time Inuyasha readily submitted to the command. As soon as he was on the ground with his pack of edible plants behind him, his older brother took the bottle of sake that he had been drinking at the beginning of this and handed it to Inuyasha with the command to drink. Not really wanting to argue while in such close proximity to the elder’s backhand, he drank. Besides, he was a little thirsty after all his walking.
Once he saw that his younger brother was drinking, Sesshoumaru seemed to relax back into the state in which Inuyasha had first found him. He pulled a new bottle from his bag and opened it to drink.
As Inuyasha sipped at the sake in his hand, he contemplated his brother’s current attitude. Sesshoumaru seemed to be the most relaxed he had even seen him. He was leaning back, drinking as if he didn’t have a care in the world and looking rather spacey. Inuyasha wasn’t sure just how much liquor his brother could take before he became drunk, but he was pretty sure Sesshoumaru had reached the limit about a bottle ago.
His suspicions were confirmed when Sesshoumaru turned towards him again and ran his fingers through his hair, saying, “You have such pretty hair and cute ears.” His brother then got a slightly dreamy look on his face and said in a wistful voice, “You know, sometimes I wish you were a girl.”
At this, Inuyasha quickly pulled away and tried to put some space between himself and his brother demanding, “Why the hell would you wish that?!”
His abrupt departure from Sesshoumaru’s side seemed to have snapped his elder brother out of whatever trance he had been in. With almost lucid eyes, Sesshoumaru looked from the barely touched bottle in his little brother’s hand to his little brother. Evidently, Inuyasha was not progressing fast enough in his drinking for the next thing he heard was a return of the derisive voice.
“What’s the matter, half-breed? You drink like a newborn pup. Maybe you’re not old enough to have this yet,” Sesshoumaru taunted, yanking the bottle from his little brother’s hand. “I suppose he should have known you couldn’t handle it. Maybe I should have offered you a nursemaid instead.”
With a growl, Inuyasha yanked the bottle back and chugged the rest of the contents down. He then pulled out another bottle from the bag and began to chug that one as well. Had he been paying more attention, he would have seen the satisfied look on his older brother’s face as Sesshoumaru leaned back against his tree to resume his own drinking.
With the lack of food in his stomach (he had opted not to eat dinner earlier), the sake hit Inuyasha like a boulder and he had no more clear memories of what happened that night. Judging from the state that he found himself in upon awaking, however, something must have happened.
When he awoke, he felt like he was going to be sick. The only thing he wanted to do was crawl over to a tree and rid his stomach of its contents. But upon trying to rise, he found himself unable to. His hangover muddled brain was having a hard time processing why he couldn’t move and it took a minute for it to sink in.
Somehow, he had ended up falling asleep in his older brother’s arms. And, if that wasn’t absurd enough, they were both bare chested for some reason. It was a little too much for his brain to handle at the moment. So, instead of dealing with it, he just tried to get out of the situation entirely without waking his possibly volatile brother in the process.
The only problem with that was, whenever he tried to move, his brother shifted his grip so he had a better hold on Inuyasha. Despite this, Inuyasha continued to squirm, attempting to break free only to hear a low growl near his ear. With a start, he remembered just how close to his neck his brother was. If Sesshoumaru wanted to kill him now, he would have absolutely no difficulty in doing so.
With this in mind, Inuyasha renewed his struggles to break free before his big brother awoke and blamed this situation on him. He was just trying to pry one of the hands off him, a claw at a time, when he felt a bite on the back of his neck. He couldn’t help it; he was so shocked, he completely forgot about trying not to wake Sesshoumaru and screamed, “Damn it, Sesshoumaru! What in the seven hells do you think you’re doing?! Get off me!”
He could tell the instant his brother woke up. He was suddenly released and thumped to the ground. A half-second later, he could see Sesshoumaru standing on the other side of the clearing, looking rather skittish.
He listened half-heartedly as Sesshoumaru placed the blame for whatever it was that had happened last night squarely on his younger brother’s shoulders. Then, with another threat on his life, Sesshoumaru floated away on his cloud back towards the western lands.
Glad that he had not ended up injured out of that encounter, Inuyasha found the rest of his clothes and put them back on. He looked at his brother’s clothes and figured Sesshoumaru would come back for them when he remembered. With a sigh, he decided it would probably be better if he wasn’t in the area when his older brother returned.
He picked up his bundle and continued on his way to find a cave to hide in during mating season, trying not to think about the previous night too much. The whole encounter left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he didn’t like it. On the plus side, he no longer felt like he was going to throw up.
To this day, Inuyasha had found himself unable to completely understand that night. One thing that really bothered him about the entire ordeal was when Sesshoumaru had said he wished Inuyasha was a girl. To this day, that comment made no sense to Inuyasha. Why would his older brother want him to be a girl?
He had even considered asking the bastard a few times, but that would mean bringing up the fact that that night ever happened. Neither one of them wanted to do that. That was the first and last time Inuyasha had ever seen Sesshoumaru drunk and he was unsure he ever wanted to see it again. That entire night had just been incredibly bizarre for Inuyasha.
Besides, there was no real point in asking his big brother about it, with as drunk as Sesshoumaru had been, he highly doubted the bastard even remembered the evening let alone being able to explain it.
As Inuyasha drifted off to sleep in his tree, his mind was filled with odd images of himself as a girl and Sesshoumaru telling him how nice he looked in a kimono. It was not one of his more restful nights.
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Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed (or even just read). You guys are great. Hope you liked this one. I personally think it’s a little trippy but that's just me. Next chapter: Sesshoumaru's side of the story
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest, additional warning for this chapter: encouraging underage persons to drink (not that I support it, but it fits for the story)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 4: A Drunken Encounter
Thinking about mating season and Sesshoumaru in the same thought always reminded Inuyasha of the single most crazy encounter he could recall having ever had with his brother. It had been a few days before mating season began, almost 100 years ago.
He had been all of the human equivalent of 10 years old at the time. From past experience, he knew that it was not smart to be out and about during mating season if one could help it. He was in the process of gathering enough edible plants to last him the moon cycle as well as looking for an unassuming cave to hide out in when he suddenly caught the scent of his big brother.
He instinctively froze in fear, waiting for his elder sibling to come to him. Inuyasha had never really been sure what exactly to make of Sesshoumaru. He was almost twice his size and tended to have a rather vicious and unpredictable temper where he was concerned.
When they would meet in passing, he would sometimes find himself talking to his elder brother about things and Sesshoumaru would almost look like he actually might have cared or was paying attention to what he had to say. Inuyasha could even think of a few occasions where Sesshoumaru had actually answered a question he had posed. Then, out of the blue, his older brother would suddenly insult or backhand him for no apparent reason. From Inuyasha’s perspective, it was almost as if Sesshoumaru had bouts when he temporarily forgot he wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with Inuyasha before abruptly returning to reality and once again shoving his younger brother away.
Despite the fact that Sesshoumaru was occasionally good for small conversations with the incredibly socially deprived hanyou, Inuyasha was sure that, with the approach of mating season, his brother would not be in one of his briefly talkative moods. In fact, he was fully expecting one of their more violent encounters which normally consisted of Sesshoumaru beating him into the ground and then informing him that he was still not worth his time to kill and leaving. Inuyasha found it to be very frustrating.
As such, he was shocked when Sesshoumaru did not appear in his field of vision within the next few seconds. He knew for a fact that his elder brother had a much better sense of smell than he did and should have known he was coming from quite a ways away. He sniffed the air once more to make sure he, indeed, smelled his brother and not just an old scent trail.
The smell that came back to him was definitely that of his brother. It was strong enough to indicate that he was really there, not just an old scent trail, but there was another smell mixed with the scent he knew so well. Taking a deeper sniff, Inuyasha placed the other scent. Sake. Quite a bit of it too if he didn’t miss his guess.
By smell, Sesshoumaru was obviously alone and Inuyasha had never even considered that his prim and proper older sibling might drink by himself. It didn’t fit in with the world as Inuyasha saw it and, even though he was positive it was a bad idea, he couldn’t help but move closer to see this oddity with his own eyes.
As he walked closer, he was glad that he was standing downwind. At least this way, he would have a bit of an advantage over Sesshoumaru even if it was only because his elder brother was drinking. He continued to follow the scent to the edge of the tree line that opened into a small clearing.
Across the clearing, he could see his big brother, sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree with a bottle in his hand. The bottle was half empty and looked to soon be joining its 5 empty compatriots on the ground next to him if the speed at which he was consuming the liquid was any indication.
As Inuyasha watched, with his jaw dropped, Sesshoumaru finished off the 6th bottle, threw it to the side to rest with its friends and, reaching into a bag that Inuyasha had not yet noticed, pulled out another bottle and opened it, lifting it to his mouth.
Just then, Inuyasha’s luck ran out as the wind shifted directions so he was no longer downwind. He watched his brother stop in mid-drink and sniff the air. Standing perfectly still, Inuyasha hoped that Sesshoumaru would be too drunk to recognize his scent but, as he watched his elder brother put down his drink and look straight at his hiding spot, he knew he had been found out.
Even in his inebriated state, Inuyasha knew that his elder brother could most likely still beat him to a bloody pulp so he decided to wait for Sesshoumaru’s next move before he jumped to any conclusions. He watched Sesshoumaru open his mouth with a cringe. Instead of the curses and threats which Inuyasha was fully expecting, he heard, “Ah, Inuyasha. There you are. Come here. Have a seat,” and, as if nothing was in the slightest bit unusual about this, Sesshoumaru casually patted the ground right next to him to indicate where this ‘seat’ of his was supposed to be.
Shocked, Inuyasha tried to decide if this was some sort of trap or not. When he did not move fast enough for Sesshoumaru’s liking, he heard, “Come on, Inuyasha. Get your cute little butt over here.”
This comment understandably horrified Inuyasha. He could feel thoughts racing through his head, vying for dominance. He latched onto one and spoke it aloud, “Who are you and what have you done with my big brother?”
His response was a low laugh. Inuyasha was almost shaking with fear. His elder brother did NOT laugh. He didn’t care if Sesshoumaru was so drunk he couldn’t remember his own name, he did not laugh, ever. And yet, here was this being, looking and smelling and even remotely sounding like his brother laughing. It wasn’t even a mocking laugh. Sesshoumaru honestly looked amused.
Apparently having realized he was not getting what he wanted, Sesshoumaru suddenly turned from amused to dead serious. “Come here, Inuyasha,” he commanded. “I will not ask again.”
Easily recognizing that voice from previous experience, Inuyasha hurried to comply. He knew that if he did not, there would be hell to pay for it. As he drew near his brother, he looked expectantly at Sesshoumaru as if asking him what to do now.
Sesshoumaru looked him in the eye for a moment as if searching for something. Apparently, he found what he was looking for because a satisfied look crossed his face and he ordered, “Sit,” pointing right where he had previously patted.
This time Inuyasha readily submitted to the command. As soon as he was on the ground with his pack of edible plants behind him, his older brother took the bottle of sake that he had been drinking at the beginning of this and handed it to Inuyasha with the command to drink. Not really wanting to argue while in such close proximity to the elder’s backhand, he drank. Besides, he was a little thirsty after all his walking.
Once he saw that his younger brother was drinking, Sesshoumaru seemed to relax back into the state in which Inuyasha had first found him. He pulled a new bottle from his bag and opened it to drink.
As Inuyasha sipped at the sake in his hand, he contemplated his brother’s current attitude. Sesshoumaru seemed to be the most relaxed he had even seen him. He was leaning back, drinking as if he didn’t have a care in the world and looking rather spacey. Inuyasha wasn’t sure just how much liquor his brother could take before he became drunk, but he was pretty sure Sesshoumaru had reached the limit about a bottle ago.
His suspicions were confirmed when Sesshoumaru turned towards him again and ran his fingers through his hair, saying, “You have such pretty hair and cute ears.” His brother then got a slightly dreamy look on his face and said in a wistful voice, “You know, sometimes I wish you were a girl.”
At this, Inuyasha quickly pulled away and tried to put some space between himself and his brother demanding, “Why the hell would you wish that?!”
His abrupt departure from Sesshoumaru’s side seemed to have snapped his elder brother out of whatever trance he had been in. With almost lucid eyes, Sesshoumaru looked from the barely touched bottle in his little brother’s hand to his little brother. Evidently, Inuyasha was not progressing fast enough in his drinking for the next thing he heard was a return of the derisive voice.
“What’s the matter, half-breed? You drink like a newborn pup. Maybe you’re not old enough to have this yet,” Sesshoumaru taunted, yanking the bottle from his little brother’s hand. “I suppose he should have known you couldn’t handle it. Maybe I should have offered you a nursemaid instead.”
With a growl, Inuyasha yanked the bottle back and chugged the rest of the contents down. He then pulled out another bottle from the bag and began to chug that one as well. Had he been paying more attention, he would have seen the satisfied look on his older brother’s face as Sesshoumaru leaned back against his tree to resume his own drinking.
With the lack of food in his stomach (he had opted not to eat dinner earlier), the sake hit Inuyasha like a boulder and he had no more clear memories of what happened that night. Judging from the state that he found himself in upon awaking, however, something must have happened.
When he awoke, he felt like he was going to be sick. The only thing he wanted to do was crawl over to a tree and rid his stomach of its contents. But upon trying to rise, he found himself unable to. His hangover muddled brain was having a hard time processing why he couldn’t move and it took a minute for it to sink in.
Somehow, he had ended up falling asleep in his older brother’s arms. And, if that wasn’t absurd enough, they were both bare chested for some reason. It was a little too much for his brain to handle at the moment. So, instead of dealing with it, he just tried to get out of the situation entirely without waking his possibly volatile brother in the process.
The only problem with that was, whenever he tried to move, his brother shifted his grip so he had a better hold on Inuyasha. Despite this, Inuyasha continued to squirm, attempting to break free only to hear a low growl near his ear. With a start, he remembered just how close to his neck his brother was. If Sesshoumaru wanted to kill him now, he would have absolutely no difficulty in doing so.
With this in mind, Inuyasha renewed his struggles to break free before his big brother awoke and blamed this situation on him. He was just trying to pry one of the hands off him, a claw at a time, when he felt a bite on the back of his neck. He couldn’t help it; he was so shocked, he completely forgot about trying not to wake Sesshoumaru and screamed, “Damn it, Sesshoumaru! What in the seven hells do you think you’re doing?! Get off me!”
He could tell the instant his brother woke up. He was suddenly released and thumped to the ground. A half-second later, he could see Sesshoumaru standing on the other side of the clearing, looking rather skittish.
He listened half-heartedly as Sesshoumaru placed the blame for whatever it was that had happened last night squarely on his younger brother’s shoulders. Then, with another threat on his life, Sesshoumaru floated away on his cloud back towards the western lands.
Glad that he had not ended up injured out of that encounter, Inuyasha found the rest of his clothes and put them back on. He looked at his brother’s clothes and figured Sesshoumaru would come back for them when he remembered. With a sigh, he decided it would probably be better if he wasn’t in the area when his older brother returned.
He picked up his bundle and continued on his way to find a cave to hide in during mating season, trying not to think about the previous night too much. The whole encounter left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he didn’t like it. On the plus side, he no longer felt like he was going to throw up.
To this day, Inuyasha had found himself unable to completely understand that night. One thing that really bothered him about the entire ordeal was when Sesshoumaru had said he wished Inuyasha was a girl. To this day, that comment made no sense to Inuyasha. Why would his older brother want him to be a girl?
He had even considered asking the bastard a few times, but that would mean bringing up the fact that that night ever happened. Neither one of them wanted to do that. That was the first and last time Inuyasha had ever seen Sesshoumaru drunk and he was unsure he ever wanted to see it again. That entire night had just been incredibly bizarre for Inuyasha.
Besides, there was no real point in asking his big brother about it, with as drunk as Sesshoumaru had been, he highly doubted the bastard even remembered the evening let alone being able to explain it.
As Inuyasha drifted off to sleep in his tree, his mind was filled with odd images of himself as a girl and Sesshoumaru telling him how nice he looked in a kimono. It was not one of his more restful nights.
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Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed (or even just read). You guys are great. Hope you liked this one. I personally think it’s a little trippy but that's just me. Next chapter: Sesshoumaru's side of the story