InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ A Suitable Mate... ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
* * * * *
Chapter 7: A Suitable Mate and What is that Smell?
“You are the slow one, half-breed,” Sesshoumaru said, after striking his younger brother with his poison claws. He turned around, expecting a verbal and physical attack from Inuyasha only to see him facing away from him, on his knees on the ground.
This caused him to stop moving entirely for a moment. Could this be some new form of attack that he was not familiar with? He had learned the hard way to be wary of his brother’s ‘new attacks’. They were often without grace or even extraordinary skill, but they tended to be quite effective none the less.
However, this new attack, if it even was an attack did not appear to be working. Why would one turn their back to their opponent for so long? Inuyasha could not be thinking his elder brother would show mercy to him while he was in such a state, could he? He disregarded this thinking as fast as it came to mind. Inuyasha would not surrender like this. Sesshoumaru doubted he knew how.
As he watched his younger brother, a new thought occurred to him; perhaps something was actually wrong with his sibling. Not that he would care one way or the other but his poison should not have even fazed the boy. As he watched the gouges on Inuyasha’s back slowly bleed out the red blood mixed with green poison, he took a cursory sniff of his little brother.
Something did not smell quite right about the hanyou. He took another, deeper breath in. In addition to his normal scent and the overlaying scents of poison and blood, he could smell pain (no doubt from his claws), the beginning of his mating scent (mating season was only a couple days away after all), and another scent he could not place. It was this last scent that bothered him.
The last time he had smelled an unknown scent on his brother, he had turned full youkai. He wasn’t concerned about that happening at the moment, tetsusaiga was right there in his hand. However, that unexplained scent was beginning to annoy Sesshoumaru. It was confusing his sense of smell.
If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that a faint feminine scent was entering the traditional masculine scent on his brother. However, that would have been impossible. While some races of youkai were able to change back and forth between sexes, dog demons were not. Sesshoumaru was finding himself at a complete loss as to what could have been causing this scent.
As he was contemplating this latest turn of events, Inuyasha suddenly fell forward. He was now face-down on the ground. Shocked, Sesshoumaru instinctively took a step towards his little brother only to have a sacred arrow fly right in front of him.
It was as if the sound came back on. He could suddenly hear his brother’s companions yelling at him. He wondered why he had not noticed they were there before. With a mental shrug, he decided that they were not important enough for him to bother with them. With one last sniff, Sesshoumaru took his leave of the group, listening to them run to his younger brother asking him what was wrong.
He mentally shook his head in disgust. Humans were such idiots. He could smell his brother was unconscious from over here. How were they expecting him to answer their questions if he was unconscious? But, despite their idiocy, he also knew that they would take his brother to get help. He was thankful for that because if they hadn’t been there, he might have felt the absurd desire to help his little brother himself.
As it was, he was already experiencing some difficulty in walking away. He blamed it on mating season approaching. After all, as far as his youkai blood was concerned, his little brother had good potential as a mate. The fact that as a male, Inuyasha could not give him an heir and was thus firmly out of the running was not even an issue with his blood.
All his blood wanted was another with a rather strong youki to mate with. He normally didn’t have this problem, but sometimes, during and around mating season in particular, his youkai blood would urge him to mate with any other high level demon he came across. It was why he tended to avoid other demons the entire moon cycle if he could. Apparently, the fact that his little brother was only half demon was not an issue with his blood either; it still saw him as a viable mate. He was just glad that his youkai blood did not see humans as acceptable mates as well.
Knowing all this already, he had known it was a bad idea to confront his younger brother at this time when it first occurred to him. However, he also knew that not having a mate yet was making him become slightly stressed again, and, as his memory of the one night he got drunk reminded him, one thing Inuyasha was good for was relieving Sesshoumaru’s stress. He had only become better at it as he got older.
A single fight with his little brother could help him relieve months of accumulated stress. Fighting his brother was a rush he got with no one else. He had tried to recreate it with other supposedly worthy opponents over the years, especially the ones during which Inuyasha was sealed to a tree, but they all fell short. His baby brother was the only one able to get his heart pumping, bring the emotions that he liked to pretend did not exist to the surface, and genuinely surprise him in battle. Over all, it had a rather cathartic effect on Sesshoumaru.
If Sesshoumaru was honest with himself, fighting his sibling had become almost an addiction to him. Those fifty years without fighting his brother had been very hard on him. He had found himself going to where Inuyasha was sealed just to berate the hanyou for having gotten sealed in the first place. Others had noticed the problem as well. He had killed more demons and humans in those intervening years than at any other point in his life.
By the time Inuyasha was once again unsealed, Sesshoumaru had so much pent up rage at him that he almost killed his favorite opponent in the first battle he had with him after the unsealing. If that had happened, Sesshoumaru was not sure what he would have done for there was no one else he knew that could give him anywhere near as good of a fight.
Despite what he had led his younger brother to believe, Inuyasha was actually one of the strongest warriors Sesshoumaru had ever gone up against. What he lacked in being a very young hanyou, he more than made up for in sheer quantity of experience. He had decades more fighting experience under his belt than many youkai that were five times his age. Not only that, he seemed to absorb new techniques into his repertoire as they were being used against him. Having been attacked by humans and demons alike, this ability led to the rather eclectic fighting style his brother had so successfully adopted.
No one fought the way Inuyasha did. Sesshoumaru seriously doubted that anyone else could. Every time he met with his brother in battle, there was something new. It was like fighting a different opponent each time they met. After having fought so many warriors who all used the same style over and over again, his little brother was a breath of fresh air.
Sesshoumaru supposed that was what made him addicted to fighting his baby brother. It was a challenge. And, for the elder brother, challenges were incredibly rare. But now, he was finding himself faced with another challenge: determining what had happened to his little brother.
He knew that if he were to use his logic, he would not become involved in this matter and leave well-enough alone. After all, what should he care that his brother’s scent had changed, again. It was not as if this change seemed to be affecting anyone else unlike the change to a full demon had.
However, he found himself very curious as to what could possibly be creating that scent. Remembering the help he had previously received from his tree acquaintance, Sesshoumaru made the decision to go inquire if he knew what was causing that particular scent. Perhaps, once he had found the cause, he would no longer be concerned with it and could go back about his business in peace.
Had Sesshoumaru known what finding the cause would lead to, he might have decided to remain curious rather than looking for an answer.
* * * * *
Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing. I really love to read what you have to say. Sorry to those who thought they were going to find out what happened to poor Inuyasha this chapter. You’re just going to have to wait a while longer. Don’t worry, Sesshoumaru is on the case. (Heaven help us all.)
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
* * * * *
Chapter 7: A Suitable Mate and What is that Smell?
“You are the slow one, half-breed,” Sesshoumaru said, after striking his younger brother with his poison claws. He turned around, expecting a verbal and physical attack from Inuyasha only to see him facing away from him, on his knees on the ground.
This caused him to stop moving entirely for a moment. Could this be some new form of attack that he was not familiar with? He had learned the hard way to be wary of his brother’s ‘new attacks’. They were often without grace or even extraordinary skill, but they tended to be quite effective none the less.
However, this new attack, if it even was an attack did not appear to be working. Why would one turn their back to their opponent for so long? Inuyasha could not be thinking his elder brother would show mercy to him while he was in such a state, could he? He disregarded this thinking as fast as it came to mind. Inuyasha would not surrender like this. Sesshoumaru doubted he knew how.
As he watched his younger brother, a new thought occurred to him; perhaps something was actually wrong with his sibling. Not that he would care one way or the other but his poison should not have even fazed the boy. As he watched the gouges on Inuyasha’s back slowly bleed out the red blood mixed with green poison, he took a cursory sniff of his little brother.
Something did not smell quite right about the hanyou. He took another, deeper breath in. In addition to his normal scent and the overlaying scents of poison and blood, he could smell pain (no doubt from his claws), the beginning of his mating scent (mating season was only a couple days away after all), and another scent he could not place. It was this last scent that bothered him.
The last time he had smelled an unknown scent on his brother, he had turned full youkai. He wasn’t concerned about that happening at the moment, tetsusaiga was right there in his hand. However, that unexplained scent was beginning to annoy Sesshoumaru. It was confusing his sense of smell.
If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that a faint feminine scent was entering the traditional masculine scent on his brother. However, that would have been impossible. While some races of youkai were able to change back and forth between sexes, dog demons were not. Sesshoumaru was finding himself at a complete loss as to what could have been causing this scent.
As he was contemplating this latest turn of events, Inuyasha suddenly fell forward. He was now face-down on the ground. Shocked, Sesshoumaru instinctively took a step towards his little brother only to have a sacred arrow fly right in front of him.
It was as if the sound came back on. He could suddenly hear his brother’s companions yelling at him. He wondered why he had not noticed they were there before. With a mental shrug, he decided that they were not important enough for him to bother with them. With one last sniff, Sesshoumaru took his leave of the group, listening to them run to his younger brother asking him what was wrong.
He mentally shook his head in disgust. Humans were such idiots. He could smell his brother was unconscious from over here. How were they expecting him to answer their questions if he was unconscious? But, despite their idiocy, he also knew that they would take his brother to get help. He was thankful for that because if they hadn’t been there, he might have felt the absurd desire to help his little brother himself.
As it was, he was already experiencing some difficulty in walking away. He blamed it on mating season approaching. After all, as far as his youkai blood was concerned, his little brother had good potential as a mate. The fact that as a male, Inuyasha could not give him an heir and was thus firmly out of the running was not even an issue with his blood.
All his blood wanted was another with a rather strong youki to mate with. He normally didn’t have this problem, but sometimes, during and around mating season in particular, his youkai blood would urge him to mate with any other high level demon he came across. It was why he tended to avoid other demons the entire moon cycle if he could. Apparently, the fact that his little brother was only half demon was not an issue with his blood either; it still saw him as a viable mate. He was just glad that his youkai blood did not see humans as acceptable mates as well.
Knowing all this already, he had known it was a bad idea to confront his younger brother at this time when it first occurred to him. However, he also knew that not having a mate yet was making him become slightly stressed again, and, as his memory of the one night he got drunk reminded him, one thing Inuyasha was good for was relieving Sesshoumaru’s stress. He had only become better at it as he got older.
A single fight with his little brother could help him relieve months of accumulated stress. Fighting his brother was a rush he got with no one else. He had tried to recreate it with other supposedly worthy opponents over the years, especially the ones during which Inuyasha was sealed to a tree, but they all fell short. His baby brother was the only one able to get his heart pumping, bring the emotions that he liked to pretend did not exist to the surface, and genuinely surprise him in battle. Over all, it had a rather cathartic effect on Sesshoumaru.
If Sesshoumaru was honest with himself, fighting his sibling had become almost an addiction to him. Those fifty years without fighting his brother had been very hard on him. He had found himself going to where Inuyasha was sealed just to berate the hanyou for having gotten sealed in the first place. Others had noticed the problem as well. He had killed more demons and humans in those intervening years than at any other point in his life.
By the time Inuyasha was once again unsealed, Sesshoumaru had so much pent up rage at him that he almost killed his favorite opponent in the first battle he had with him after the unsealing. If that had happened, Sesshoumaru was not sure what he would have done for there was no one else he knew that could give him anywhere near as good of a fight.
Despite what he had led his younger brother to believe, Inuyasha was actually one of the strongest warriors Sesshoumaru had ever gone up against. What he lacked in being a very young hanyou, he more than made up for in sheer quantity of experience. He had decades more fighting experience under his belt than many youkai that were five times his age. Not only that, he seemed to absorb new techniques into his repertoire as they were being used against him. Having been attacked by humans and demons alike, this ability led to the rather eclectic fighting style his brother had so successfully adopted.
No one fought the way Inuyasha did. Sesshoumaru seriously doubted that anyone else could. Every time he met with his brother in battle, there was something new. It was like fighting a different opponent each time they met. After having fought so many warriors who all used the same style over and over again, his little brother was a breath of fresh air.
Sesshoumaru supposed that was what made him addicted to fighting his baby brother. It was a challenge. And, for the elder brother, challenges were incredibly rare. But now, he was finding himself faced with another challenge: determining what had happened to his little brother.
He knew that if he were to use his logic, he would not become involved in this matter and leave well-enough alone. After all, what should he care that his brother’s scent had changed, again. It was not as if this change seemed to be affecting anyone else unlike the change to a full demon had.
However, he found himself very curious as to what could possibly be creating that scent. Remembering the help he had previously received from his tree acquaintance, Sesshoumaru made the decision to go inquire if he knew what was causing that particular scent. Perhaps, once he had found the cause, he would no longer be concerned with it and could go back about his business in peace.
Had Sesshoumaru known what finding the cause would lead to, he might have decided to remain curious rather than looking for an answer.
* * * * *
Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing. I really love to read what you have to say. Sorry to those who thought they were going to find out what happened to poor Inuyasha this chapter. You’re just going to have to wait a while longer. Don’t worry, Sesshoumaru is on the case. (Heaven help us all.)