InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ A Shrill Scream ( Chapter 22 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.29.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.29.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in, except Sturaki
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Chapter 22: A Shrill Scream
Sesshoumaru had been feeling nice and warm. The fever that his brother had gotten in the middle of the night had disappeared. However, he now appeared to be plagued with dreams.
If the distress coming off the hanyou was any indication, they were truly awful dreams. Having never had a fever or such himself, he was unsure if the apparent nightmare was actually caused by the fever. However, he had heard of such a thing as fever-dreams from humans before. Seeing as his younger brother was half-human, he supposed it was possible that he suffered from the same thing.
His youki was yelling at him to make the distress in his intended go away, but he had no idea how. His youki wanted him to bite the hanyou again, but both times he had tried that had ended in disaster. He highly doubted that this time would yield any more productive results.
Trying something else because his youki refused to shut up, Sesshoumaru shook his younger brother. It did nothing to wake the boy, if anything it only distressed him more. Annoyed, he said, “Inuyasha, wake up.”
“Go away. You’re not real. Leave me alone!” answered the, still asleep, Inuyasha.
Looking at his brother like he was crazy, Sesshoumaru said, “I most certainly AM…” when he was interrupted by an ear-piercing scream.
He cringed at the noise with its high pitch only to find that he no longer had a lap full of hanyou. Looking down just in time to see his brother’s form disappear in the direction that the scream had come from, he sighed. He had been trying to wake the hanyou since last night and one scream was enough to wake him?
He gracefully dropped down from the branch and slowly walked after his little brother. He still had business with him after all. He wondered what was so significant about that scream that his brother would come out of what seemed to be a sound sleep to answer it.
As he followed the obvious trail his brother had left, he began to smell his little brother’s blood. Once again, his youki screamed at him for leaving his obviously rather defenseless intended mate alone. He appeased it by slightly increasing the speed of his steps, reaching the clearing more quickly.
With a quick glance, he took the entire place in. There was a well that a small kitsune was shaking behind. Sesshoumaru recognized him by scent as one of his little brother’s companions. He realized that the scream must have come from him.
He then looked over to the other side of clearing where his baby brother was fighting a midsize bear demon. Really no match for Inuyasha, and he was guessing that the blood he had smelled had been from an initial lucky hit. Satisfied that his little brother had it well in hand, Sesshoumaru brought his thoughts back to the kitsune.
He could find no reason why his younger brother would want to have this kitsune tagging along in his group. Every other member of his little quasi-pack had a specific reason for being there: his little priestess that could sense jewel shards and purify demons, his monk that could suck things into the void in his hand and seal demons, and his demon slayer with her companion.
He would never admit it, but they were all halfway decent fighters with their own special skills. All except the kitsune, that is.
The kitsune was still in his infancy by demon standards. He was not old or strong enough to fight much of anything, especially not demons of the level and caliber that his brother tended to fight. Sesshoumaru could see no reason for Inuyasha to not just kick out the baby demon. At the very least, he could find a fox demon tribe somewhere and ask them to adopt the kitsune.
While he was pondering this, his baby brother finished off the demon. He heard his brother call out without turning from the kill, “You all right, runt?”
Not waiting for anything further, the kitsune launched himself onto Inuyasha’s shoulder. “Where have you been, dog boy?”
Ignoring the question, his little brother asked, “Why were you out here by yourself, runt? Don’t you know you would make a mighty tasty little kitsune snack for some demon?”
“I was looking for you,” the kitsune admitted quietly.
“For me? Why would you do something like that?”
“Well, Kagome left yesterday and you haven’t come back to the village yet. We all knew you weren’t feeling well, but when Kagome came back, she said that you were better. But, when you didn’t show up again last night, I thought maybe you lied to her. You’ve done it before and we both know her nose isn’t so good.
“Everyone else was still asleep so I decided to go find you. I thought you might still be sick.”
“Why didn’t you wait until the others were awake before trying to find me? You could have gotten the monk to do it or something.”
The kitsune huffed. “I THOUGHT you would be here waiting for Kagome. You normally are. Besides, I had some things I wanted to ask you.”
“Like what?”
He watched the baby kitsune snuggle in closer to his brother and sniff at him. He held back the almost growl that this action caused by reminding himself that it was just a baby. There was no way that his younger brother was interested in a baby youkai.
Sesshoumaru figured that it was most likely that the kitsune was trying to calm his own nerves by breathing in the scent of Inuyasha. He himself knew just how effective that technique could prove to be.
Suddenly, he heard the high pitched voice shriek, “Hey! You’re still sick!”
Obviously becoming annoyed, Inuyasha growled, “What are you talking about?”
“You still smell weird. What’s wrong with you?” the baby kitsune demanded.
“Oi! I do not smell weird!”
“Uh-huh. I know what you normally smell like and this is not it.”
Sesshoumaru watched them bicker back and forth. This entire interaction between the two reminded him of something. He tried to remember what it was. Suddenly it clicked, he could remember a long time ago when he was very young having similar conversations with his father.
He had not yet begun his training on how to keep his mask in place at all costs and he had been a bit of an impetuous child himself. He could recall many instances of asking his father rather inappropriate questions. Sometimes they would be answered, sometimes not, but he would ask them anyway.
He could recall how he had always loved spending time with his father. He would have followed him anywhere at that time. His father could do no wrong in his eyes and he had wanted to be just like him.
Sesshoumaru was shocked that he could still remember that far back. That had been hundreds of years ago. As he thought of how he used to view his father and compared it to how he had viewed his father later on in his life, he wondered what had happened. How had he gone from being his hero who would listen to what he had to say, to being someone he pitied who never wanted to hear a thing he had to say?
Shaking these unwanted thoughts from his mind, he turned his attention back to the scene playing out in front of him. The kitsune was asking his baby brother a rather obvious question and his little brother was actually giving him a sensible answer?
His baby brother seemed to be showing this little kitsune the same degree of tolerance that he had seen his father show him when he was a child. It was shocking to see his brother in such a light given that he had never had a father figure in his life.
That gave him pause. Was that the reason the kitsune came with them everywhere? Was he his little brother’s adoptive son? It would certainly explain why the kitsune managed to wake Inuyasha from a sound sleep when he had not been able to.
His youki which had fallen into the background while he had watched this scene, was practically preening with pride. It was quite pleased with what a good parent his intended mate was showing himself to be. He would not have to worry for his children’s safety while he was away.
Sesshoumaru tried to tune out the feeling. It was bad enough that he was having difficulties staying away from his brother already, now his youki had just found one more point in his favor. He was slowly coming to the realization that his youki was completely enamored with his baby brother.
It did not seem to matter what the pup did, his youki found it attractive. He had almost found himself becoming aroused at how quickly his younger brother had killed the bear demon which was utterly ridiculous. That demon would have never stood a chance against his brother. He was of such a low level he was barely worth the time to kill and yet, his youki was all atwitter about the incident.
It had been whispering things to him about how, even though his intended was in a weakened state, he was still a formidable opponent. Sesshoumaru was telling it to shut up and stop trying to tell him things. He had not had this many problems with his youki since he was a very young child.
He finally realized something, maybe it was not his mother’s death that had driven his father mad, maybe it was listening to his youki. If this is what his youki got like when it was around something it wanted, there was no wonder he went insane trying to ignore its senseless ramblings.
And they had wanted him to listen to his youki when trying to find a mate? They had to have been crazy. He would take his little brother to see Sturaki and this would all be straightened out. With his added resolve in place, Sesshoumaru stepped into the clearing, ready to confront his brother.
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Thanks for reading and/or reviewing.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in, except Sturaki
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Chapter 22: A Shrill Scream
Sesshoumaru had been feeling nice and warm. The fever that his brother had gotten in the middle of the night had disappeared. However, he now appeared to be plagued with dreams.
If the distress coming off the hanyou was any indication, they were truly awful dreams. Having never had a fever or such himself, he was unsure if the apparent nightmare was actually caused by the fever. However, he had heard of such a thing as fever-dreams from humans before. Seeing as his younger brother was half-human, he supposed it was possible that he suffered from the same thing.
His youki was yelling at him to make the distress in his intended go away, but he had no idea how. His youki wanted him to bite the hanyou again, but both times he had tried that had ended in disaster. He highly doubted that this time would yield any more productive results.
Trying something else because his youki refused to shut up, Sesshoumaru shook his younger brother. It did nothing to wake the boy, if anything it only distressed him more. Annoyed, he said, “Inuyasha, wake up.”
“Go away. You’re not real. Leave me alone!” answered the, still asleep, Inuyasha.
Looking at his brother like he was crazy, Sesshoumaru said, “I most certainly AM…” when he was interrupted by an ear-piercing scream.
He cringed at the noise with its high pitch only to find that he no longer had a lap full of hanyou. Looking down just in time to see his brother’s form disappear in the direction that the scream had come from, he sighed. He had been trying to wake the hanyou since last night and one scream was enough to wake him?
He gracefully dropped down from the branch and slowly walked after his little brother. He still had business with him after all. He wondered what was so significant about that scream that his brother would come out of what seemed to be a sound sleep to answer it.
As he followed the obvious trail his brother had left, he began to smell his little brother’s blood. Once again, his youki screamed at him for leaving his obviously rather defenseless intended mate alone. He appeased it by slightly increasing the speed of his steps, reaching the clearing more quickly.
With a quick glance, he took the entire place in. There was a well that a small kitsune was shaking behind. Sesshoumaru recognized him by scent as one of his little brother’s companions. He realized that the scream must have come from him.
He then looked over to the other side of clearing where his baby brother was fighting a midsize bear demon. Really no match for Inuyasha, and he was guessing that the blood he had smelled had been from an initial lucky hit. Satisfied that his little brother had it well in hand, Sesshoumaru brought his thoughts back to the kitsune.
He could find no reason why his younger brother would want to have this kitsune tagging along in his group. Every other member of his little quasi-pack had a specific reason for being there: his little priestess that could sense jewel shards and purify demons, his monk that could suck things into the void in his hand and seal demons, and his demon slayer with her companion.
He would never admit it, but they were all halfway decent fighters with their own special skills. All except the kitsune, that is.
The kitsune was still in his infancy by demon standards. He was not old or strong enough to fight much of anything, especially not demons of the level and caliber that his brother tended to fight. Sesshoumaru could see no reason for Inuyasha to not just kick out the baby demon. At the very least, he could find a fox demon tribe somewhere and ask them to adopt the kitsune.
While he was pondering this, his baby brother finished off the demon. He heard his brother call out without turning from the kill, “You all right, runt?”
Not waiting for anything further, the kitsune launched himself onto Inuyasha’s shoulder. “Where have you been, dog boy?”
Ignoring the question, his little brother asked, “Why were you out here by yourself, runt? Don’t you know you would make a mighty tasty little kitsune snack for some demon?”
“I was looking for you,” the kitsune admitted quietly.
“For me? Why would you do something like that?”
“Well, Kagome left yesterday and you haven’t come back to the village yet. We all knew you weren’t feeling well, but when Kagome came back, she said that you were better. But, when you didn’t show up again last night, I thought maybe you lied to her. You’ve done it before and we both know her nose isn’t so good.
“Everyone else was still asleep so I decided to go find you. I thought you might still be sick.”
“Why didn’t you wait until the others were awake before trying to find me? You could have gotten the monk to do it or something.”
The kitsune huffed. “I THOUGHT you would be here waiting for Kagome. You normally are. Besides, I had some things I wanted to ask you.”
“Like what?”
He watched the baby kitsune snuggle in closer to his brother and sniff at him. He held back the almost growl that this action caused by reminding himself that it was just a baby. There was no way that his younger brother was interested in a baby youkai.
Sesshoumaru figured that it was most likely that the kitsune was trying to calm his own nerves by breathing in the scent of Inuyasha. He himself knew just how effective that technique could prove to be.
Suddenly, he heard the high pitched voice shriek, “Hey! You’re still sick!”
Obviously becoming annoyed, Inuyasha growled, “What are you talking about?”
“You still smell weird. What’s wrong with you?” the baby kitsune demanded.
“Oi! I do not smell weird!”
“Uh-huh. I know what you normally smell like and this is not it.”
Sesshoumaru watched them bicker back and forth. This entire interaction between the two reminded him of something. He tried to remember what it was. Suddenly it clicked, he could remember a long time ago when he was very young having similar conversations with his father.
He had not yet begun his training on how to keep his mask in place at all costs and he had been a bit of an impetuous child himself. He could recall many instances of asking his father rather inappropriate questions. Sometimes they would be answered, sometimes not, but he would ask them anyway.
He could recall how he had always loved spending time with his father. He would have followed him anywhere at that time. His father could do no wrong in his eyes and he had wanted to be just like him.
Sesshoumaru was shocked that he could still remember that far back. That had been hundreds of years ago. As he thought of how he used to view his father and compared it to how he had viewed his father later on in his life, he wondered what had happened. How had he gone from being his hero who would listen to what he had to say, to being someone he pitied who never wanted to hear a thing he had to say?
Shaking these unwanted thoughts from his mind, he turned his attention back to the scene playing out in front of him. The kitsune was asking his baby brother a rather obvious question and his little brother was actually giving him a sensible answer?
His baby brother seemed to be showing this little kitsune the same degree of tolerance that he had seen his father show him when he was a child. It was shocking to see his brother in such a light given that he had never had a father figure in his life.
That gave him pause. Was that the reason the kitsune came with them everywhere? Was he his little brother’s adoptive son? It would certainly explain why the kitsune managed to wake Inuyasha from a sound sleep when he had not been able to.
His youki which had fallen into the background while he had watched this scene, was practically preening with pride. It was quite pleased with what a good parent his intended mate was showing himself to be. He would not have to worry for his children’s safety while he was away.
Sesshoumaru tried to tune out the feeling. It was bad enough that he was having difficulties staying away from his brother already, now his youki had just found one more point in his favor. He was slowly coming to the realization that his youki was completely enamored with his baby brother.
It did not seem to matter what the pup did, his youki found it attractive. He had almost found himself becoming aroused at how quickly his younger brother had killed the bear demon which was utterly ridiculous. That demon would have never stood a chance against his brother. He was of such a low level he was barely worth the time to kill and yet, his youki was all atwitter about the incident.
It had been whispering things to him about how, even though his intended was in a weakened state, he was still a formidable opponent. Sesshoumaru was telling it to shut up and stop trying to tell him things. He had not had this many problems with his youki since he was a very young child.
He finally realized something, maybe it was not his mother’s death that had driven his father mad, maybe it was listening to his youki. If this is what his youki got like when it was around something it wanted, there was no wonder he went insane trying to ignore its senseless ramblings.
And they had wanted him to listen to his youki when trying to find a mate? They had to have been crazy. He would take his little brother to see Sturaki and this would all be straightened out. With his added resolve in place, Sesshoumaru stepped into the clearing, ready to confront his brother.
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