InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ The Long Road to Sturaki's ( Chapter 25 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.02.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.02.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in except for Sturaki
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Chapter 25: The Long Road to Sturaki’s
Sesshoumaru ordered his brother to follow him and began to walk off towards the mountain range that housed Sturaki’s dwelling, sure Inuyasha would be right behind him. He could even feel his younger brother begin to follow him only to be stopped by the voice of his kitsune pup.
Knowing that he would not leave his adoptive son without protection in the woods, Sesshoumaru continued walking, but slowed his pace a bit. He was not trying to give his brother ample time to catch up after dropping off the kitsune, he was just enjoying the refreshing sounds of the forest around him. It was a rare occasion when he was given the opportunity of complete peace and quiet, especially since Rin had joined his company. Besides, it gave him time to try and get his thoughts back in order.
He found it to be very intriguing how his little brother had managed to somehow gain a son without having a mate. Watching their interaction in the tree only confirmed his initial supposition, even though the end of the conversation had angered his youki greatly.
He supposed he could understand the whole situation from the kitsune’s perspective though. It was obvious that their little quasi-pack had his younger brother as its alpha male and the priestess as its alpha female. Having accepted Inuyasha as his adoptive father, it would follow that he had also accepted that wench of his brother’s as his adoptive mother.
It also followed that his little brother would see the priestess as the most likely candidate for his mate. Not only because she was the alpha female and the alpha male tended to mate with the alpha female, but also because his son had accepted her as his mother. Even if he did not do it for himself, he might be tempted to do it for his son. For an unknown reason, this worried Sesshoumaru.
Would Inuyasha be open to finding his true mate or would he feel honor-bound to take that priestess as his mate? Recalling the rest of the conversation he had overheard, Sesshoumaru forced his youki to stop worrying so much.
His baby brother was indeed aware of the fact that he was not meant to mate with the priestess. He had told his son as much and none of the child’s upset had changed his mind. It was not likely he would be changing his mind back either.
Tabling this line of thought, he turned his attention towards something much more bothersome to him. His youki was acting up again. That incident back in the tree was unforgivable. It was bad enough that he had held his brother while he was suffering from a fever, but to do it when they were both awake and perfectly healthy…
Worse still, if his younger brother’s son had not called it to their attention, who knows how long he would have cuddled his baby brother. It was getting out of control. If he allowed it to remain unchecked much longer, who knew what he would end up doing.
He really needed to recenter himself like he had been taught all those years ago. His teachers would be ashamed of his current behavior. They had always expected so much better of him and now as an adult, he expected so much better of himself. His current behavior was completely unacceptable for a youkai lord.
Not being able to hear his younger brother, he decided that he probably had a few minutes before he showed up again and closed his eyes. Searching deep into the core of his being, he found his center of calm. It was the eye of the tornado that was his youki’s desires. The only place that remained immobile in the currents that were mating season. Calling it to the surface, it took all his efforts to overlay the calm on his youki.
Sesshoumaru’s youki was not overly pleased at this attempt at calm. It was demanding to be freed once again. But, with the absence of his younger brother’s youki calling out to it in the immediate vicinity, he was able to keep his grip on it.
It was only moments after he had forced himself into this calm that he heard a cry of, “Good luck breaking the spell!” echo through the forest. It sounded to be coming from his brother’s kitsune.
Wondering what his baby brother had told his adoptive son after they had left Sesshoumaru’s presence, he asked Inuyasha as he caught up with him, “Spell?”
He saw his little brother shrug out of the corner of his eye. “Keh. I don’t know. The runt just gets weird ideas in his head, that’s all.”
Realizing that that was the most answer he was going to get out of the hanyou, Sesshoumaru sped up the pace, Inuyasha changing speed to match. It was midmorning already and he would really rather get to Sturaki today. If his brother was not his real intended, he did not want to be anywhere near him come tomorrow morning.
As they traveled through the forests, Sesshoumaru noted that his younger brother was not saying much of anything. If he had not known any better, he would have thought Inuyasha was feeling a bit forlorn. However, this could not possibly be the case. Inuyasha was not the type to get forlorn.
He found he was unable to brush away the feeling that something was wrong with his baby brother. He cast a glance towards the hanyou and saw a look of resignation on his face. What could have caused that look to be there? Not that he cared, but he could not remember having ever seen such a look on his brother’s face before.
It was almost as if he had given up. ‘But given up on what?’ he thought. Sesshoumaru realized rather abruptly that his baby brother had not even bothered to ask where they were going or why they were going there. He had told him to come and he came.
By this point, they had been walking for hours and still, there was not a word of question out of his younger brother’s mouth. He had not said anything at all the entire time except when he had first asked about the kitsune’s comment.
Normally he would be happy with this turn of events. He tended to spend so much time arguing with Inuyasha when they were together that he found it difficult to keep his stoic mask in place. However, now, without the arguing in place, he was feeling completely out of sorts. He had no idea what to make of this quiet little brother of his.
If he was insolent, he could strike back. If he just wanted to babble nonsense at him, he could suffer to listen or ignore it. But this, this silence was maddening. This heaviness that hung in the air between them was uncomfortable. He was almost ready to do anything to break the silence.
Realizing what he had been considering doing a second after he opened his mouth, he quickly shut it again without saying a word. What had he been thinking? He should be happy that the half-breed wasn’t talking and he would not have to expend energy on useless chatter, not initiating it himself.
Mentally berating himself for having such foolish thoughts, he reminded himself, once again, that he was a youkai lord. He did not give into such ridiculous whims of fancy. He had gone weeks without speaking when he was younger. He could go a single day without talking to his little brother now.
These thoughts firmly in mind, he glanced at his brother again. There was still that look of resignation on his face and his eyes had such an empty look to them that it was painful for him to see. He could not fathom what had put that look on his baby brother’s face. He had seemed fine with the kitsune this morning.
The longer that look remained on his baby brother’s face, the stronger the call from his youki became. It was currently trying to break through his veneer of calm and comfort the being it saw as its intended mate. With the approach of mating season, it had become more powerful than it usually was. So, whereas he might have initially been able to fight off the urge, he was in no real position to do so at the moment.
No longer being able to stand it, he stopped suddenly, turned to his brother, and asked, “What is it?”
Inuyasha stopped as well, asking “What is what?” with a confused look on his face.
Sesshoumaru was not in the mood for this right now. His youki was complaining to him about having a distressed intended mate and he didn’t even know what the problem was. How could he correct the problem if he didn’t know what it was? Not that he was trying to fix the problem for his little brother’s sake. He just wanted his youki to shut up and give him some peace.
With a sigh, he said, “You have had that look on your face since we left that accursed village of yours. Why?”
He watched his brother’s eyes widen and then glance from side to side, not looking directly at him. His own eyes narrowed in response. His little brother was obviously trying to hide something from him and he wanted to know what it was.
Instead of answering the question, Inuyasha asked, “What look are you talking about?”
“Do not take me for a fool, little brother.”
“Maybe if you didn’t ask such dumb questions, you wouldn’t look like a fool.”
Tired of this, Sesshoumaru pointedly ignored his youki which was still displeased and continued walking toward Sturaki’s dwelling saying, “Very well, do not tell me. It matters not.”
If he knew his baby brother the way he thought he did, this dismissal would convince the hanyou to talk. He had seen it work in the past and hoped that it would work now. All this thinking about it had actually made him slightly curious himself as to what troubled his brother.
Less than a minute later, he heard a soft, dejected murmur, “It’s not like you care anyway.”
He stopped short and turned. That was not a voice he had ever heard from his baby brother before. Who was this and what had happened to the little brother he knew? This creature before him looked so… crestfallen. So unlike the arrogant brother he had known for the last two centuries, he was hardly recognizable as the same being.
He felt his youki rage at this injustice. It demanded that he fix this and fix it now! And, for once, he agreed wholeheartedly. This individual standing in front of him was not his little brother. It couldn’t be. He would find out whom or what had caused his brother to end up this way and take care of it. For some reason, seeing that empty look in his eyes and hearing the dejection in his voice hurt him deeper than he wanted to admit.
Faster than the eye could see, he was back in front of Inuyasha. “Tell me what is wrong now,” he stated in his do-not-question-me voice.
“Nothing, bastard, get away from me.”
When his younger brother then tried to walk by him, his youki broke to the surface and, enraged at the insolence being show by his intended mate, shoved him into a nearby tree. “Do not test my patience, little brother. Tell me what is wrong. I will not ask again.”
“Why are you doing this to me? You don’t care! You’re just being a cruel bastard! Leave me alone!”
Sesshoumaru had no response to that. He felt his hold on his brother loosen and the hanyou pull out of his grip and disappear into the forest, but he remained immobile in shock. What in the seven hells had happened to his intended mate?
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Thank you so much for reading and/or reviewing. Even if I do not respond directly, I still read and consider them all. They make me smile.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in except for Sturaki
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Chapter 25: The Long Road to Sturaki’s
Sesshoumaru ordered his brother to follow him and began to walk off towards the mountain range that housed Sturaki’s dwelling, sure Inuyasha would be right behind him. He could even feel his younger brother begin to follow him only to be stopped by the voice of his kitsune pup.
Knowing that he would not leave his adoptive son without protection in the woods, Sesshoumaru continued walking, but slowed his pace a bit. He was not trying to give his brother ample time to catch up after dropping off the kitsune, he was just enjoying the refreshing sounds of the forest around him. It was a rare occasion when he was given the opportunity of complete peace and quiet, especially since Rin had joined his company. Besides, it gave him time to try and get his thoughts back in order.
He found it to be very intriguing how his little brother had managed to somehow gain a son without having a mate. Watching their interaction in the tree only confirmed his initial supposition, even though the end of the conversation had angered his youki greatly.
He supposed he could understand the whole situation from the kitsune’s perspective though. It was obvious that their little quasi-pack had his younger brother as its alpha male and the priestess as its alpha female. Having accepted Inuyasha as his adoptive father, it would follow that he had also accepted that wench of his brother’s as his adoptive mother.
It also followed that his little brother would see the priestess as the most likely candidate for his mate. Not only because she was the alpha female and the alpha male tended to mate with the alpha female, but also because his son had accepted her as his mother. Even if he did not do it for himself, he might be tempted to do it for his son. For an unknown reason, this worried Sesshoumaru.
Would Inuyasha be open to finding his true mate or would he feel honor-bound to take that priestess as his mate? Recalling the rest of the conversation he had overheard, Sesshoumaru forced his youki to stop worrying so much.
His baby brother was indeed aware of the fact that he was not meant to mate with the priestess. He had told his son as much and none of the child’s upset had changed his mind. It was not likely he would be changing his mind back either.
Tabling this line of thought, he turned his attention towards something much more bothersome to him. His youki was acting up again. That incident back in the tree was unforgivable. It was bad enough that he had held his brother while he was suffering from a fever, but to do it when they were both awake and perfectly healthy…
Worse still, if his younger brother’s son had not called it to their attention, who knows how long he would have cuddled his baby brother. It was getting out of control. If he allowed it to remain unchecked much longer, who knew what he would end up doing.
He really needed to recenter himself like he had been taught all those years ago. His teachers would be ashamed of his current behavior. They had always expected so much better of him and now as an adult, he expected so much better of himself. His current behavior was completely unacceptable for a youkai lord.
Not being able to hear his younger brother, he decided that he probably had a few minutes before he showed up again and closed his eyes. Searching deep into the core of his being, he found his center of calm. It was the eye of the tornado that was his youki’s desires. The only place that remained immobile in the currents that were mating season. Calling it to the surface, it took all his efforts to overlay the calm on his youki.
Sesshoumaru’s youki was not overly pleased at this attempt at calm. It was demanding to be freed once again. But, with the absence of his younger brother’s youki calling out to it in the immediate vicinity, he was able to keep his grip on it.
It was only moments after he had forced himself into this calm that he heard a cry of, “Good luck breaking the spell!” echo through the forest. It sounded to be coming from his brother’s kitsune.
Wondering what his baby brother had told his adoptive son after they had left Sesshoumaru’s presence, he asked Inuyasha as he caught up with him, “Spell?”
He saw his little brother shrug out of the corner of his eye. “Keh. I don’t know. The runt just gets weird ideas in his head, that’s all.”
Realizing that that was the most answer he was going to get out of the hanyou, Sesshoumaru sped up the pace, Inuyasha changing speed to match. It was midmorning already and he would really rather get to Sturaki today. If his brother was not his real intended, he did not want to be anywhere near him come tomorrow morning.
As they traveled through the forests, Sesshoumaru noted that his younger brother was not saying much of anything. If he had not known any better, he would have thought Inuyasha was feeling a bit forlorn. However, this could not possibly be the case. Inuyasha was not the type to get forlorn.
He found he was unable to brush away the feeling that something was wrong with his baby brother. He cast a glance towards the hanyou and saw a look of resignation on his face. What could have caused that look to be there? Not that he cared, but he could not remember having ever seen such a look on his brother’s face before.
It was almost as if he had given up. ‘But given up on what?’ he thought. Sesshoumaru realized rather abruptly that his baby brother had not even bothered to ask where they were going or why they were going there. He had told him to come and he came.
By this point, they had been walking for hours and still, there was not a word of question out of his younger brother’s mouth. He had not said anything at all the entire time except when he had first asked about the kitsune’s comment.
Normally he would be happy with this turn of events. He tended to spend so much time arguing with Inuyasha when they were together that he found it difficult to keep his stoic mask in place. However, now, without the arguing in place, he was feeling completely out of sorts. He had no idea what to make of this quiet little brother of his.
If he was insolent, he could strike back. If he just wanted to babble nonsense at him, he could suffer to listen or ignore it. But this, this silence was maddening. This heaviness that hung in the air between them was uncomfortable. He was almost ready to do anything to break the silence.
Realizing what he had been considering doing a second after he opened his mouth, he quickly shut it again without saying a word. What had he been thinking? He should be happy that the half-breed wasn’t talking and he would not have to expend energy on useless chatter, not initiating it himself.
Mentally berating himself for having such foolish thoughts, he reminded himself, once again, that he was a youkai lord. He did not give into such ridiculous whims of fancy. He had gone weeks without speaking when he was younger. He could go a single day without talking to his little brother now.
These thoughts firmly in mind, he glanced at his brother again. There was still that look of resignation on his face and his eyes had such an empty look to them that it was painful for him to see. He could not fathom what had put that look on his baby brother’s face. He had seemed fine with the kitsune this morning.
The longer that look remained on his baby brother’s face, the stronger the call from his youki became. It was currently trying to break through his veneer of calm and comfort the being it saw as its intended mate. With the approach of mating season, it had become more powerful than it usually was. So, whereas he might have initially been able to fight off the urge, he was in no real position to do so at the moment.
No longer being able to stand it, he stopped suddenly, turned to his brother, and asked, “What is it?”
Inuyasha stopped as well, asking “What is what?” with a confused look on his face.
Sesshoumaru was not in the mood for this right now. His youki was complaining to him about having a distressed intended mate and he didn’t even know what the problem was. How could he correct the problem if he didn’t know what it was? Not that he was trying to fix the problem for his little brother’s sake. He just wanted his youki to shut up and give him some peace.
With a sigh, he said, “You have had that look on your face since we left that accursed village of yours. Why?”
He watched his brother’s eyes widen and then glance from side to side, not looking directly at him. His own eyes narrowed in response. His little brother was obviously trying to hide something from him and he wanted to know what it was.
Instead of answering the question, Inuyasha asked, “What look are you talking about?”
“Do not take me for a fool, little brother.”
“Maybe if you didn’t ask such dumb questions, you wouldn’t look like a fool.”
Tired of this, Sesshoumaru pointedly ignored his youki which was still displeased and continued walking toward Sturaki’s dwelling saying, “Very well, do not tell me. It matters not.”
If he knew his baby brother the way he thought he did, this dismissal would convince the hanyou to talk. He had seen it work in the past and hoped that it would work now. All this thinking about it had actually made him slightly curious himself as to what troubled his brother.
Less than a minute later, he heard a soft, dejected murmur, “It’s not like you care anyway.”
He stopped short and turned. That was not a voice he had ever heard from his baby brother before. Who was this and what had happened to the little brother he knew? This creature before him looked so… crestfallen. So unlike the arrogant brother he had known for the last two centuries, he was hardly recognizable as the same being.
He felt his youki rage at this injustice. It demanded that he fix this and fix it now! And, for once, he agreed wholeheartedly. This individual standing in front of him was not his little brother. It couldn’t be. He would find out whom or what had caused his brother to end up this way and take care of it. For some reason, seeing that empty look in his eyes and hearing the dejection in his voice hurt him deeper than he wanted to admit.
Faster than the eye could see, he was back in front of Inuyasha. “Tell me what is wrong now,” he stated in his do-not-question-me voice.
“Nothing, bastard, get away from me.”
When his younger brother then tried to walk by him, his youki broke to the surface and, enraged at the insolence being show by his intended mate, shoved him into a nearby tree. “Do not test my patience, little brother. Tell me what is wrong. I will not ask again.”
“Why are you doing this to me? You don’t care! You’re just being a cruel bastard! Leave me alone!”
Sesshoumaru had no response to that. He felt his hold on his brother loosen and the hanyou pull out of his grip and disappear into the forest, but he remained immobile in shock. What in the seven hells had happened to his intended mate?
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Thank you so much for reading and/or reviewing. Even if I do not respond directly, I still read and consider them all. They make me smile.