InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ A Meeting of the Minds ( Chapter 44 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest, but, if you are in this section, you should already know that
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 43: A Meeting of the Minds
Inuyasha’s hanyou self had been resting. There was nothing he could do at the moment being stuck inside the cage as he was, after all. He had been using the background noise of the two arguing sides of himself to lull him into sleep. There was something about the cadence of the higher and lower level voices that just helped him drift off.
He supposed that he should have found it disturbing that he found his two sides fighting with one another to be soothing, but at the moment, he couldn’t have cared less. Besides, he was inside his own head, who would see him here?
However, he was woken abruptly when it suddenly turned physical. Even though they had been fighting with each other nonstop for days now, this was the first time they had resorted to anything other than verbal arguments. While it did not appear as if it was affecting either one of them, he was feeling the blows all too well.
It wasn’t so much a physical ache as a mental ache, for the blows were not being exchanged to his physical body, but to his mind. He briefly wondered how much damage they would be able to do to him if they continued to do this before deciding he really didn’t want to know. So, in an effort to stop this before it went too far, he determined to try and step in once again.
Considering his rather limited options given his current living situation, he settled upon yelling at them. Okay, so it wasn’t so much yelling as threatening, but it was the same basic principle.
In practice, screaming at them while banging on the cell wall had a rather cathartic effect even though they both continued to pay no attention to him. In all honesty, he really was not surprised at this turn of events. They had been ignoring him for days now, after all. And, as he had expected, they continued to duke it out on the floor and completely disregard his existence. He was slightly curious as to what had given rise to this sudden change in tactics, but was about to put it aside and sit back down, seeing as there was really nothing more he could do from where he was, when he heard the last thing he expected to hear inside his own head: his brother’s voice.
Looking over to the side in shock, he saw his elder brother walking towards him. “Se-Sesshoumaru? What are you doing here?”
He watched his brother tilt his head a little as if he was slightly confused on that count himself. “I have come to retrieve you.”
“To retrieve me?” That made no sense to Inuyasha. The Sesshoumaru he knew would not care enough to try and retrieve him.
“Yes,” his elder brother said, apparently becoming more sure of his purpose as time went by. “You have been gone a long time, mate.”
“How long?” Inuyasha asked in curiosity. He had known it had been a while, but there was really no way to tell time in this part of his mind, he could have been here for months for all he knew. He mentally shuddered at the thought while he waited for his brother’s response.
“Over a week.”
“Damn, that’s a long time,” Inuyasha said softly, once again turning to his other selves. “Did you hear that, you idiots?! You’ve been fighting for over a week! Come to a fucking compromise already!” True, it was not as long as it could have been, but it was still a pretty damn long time to be fighting over one issue.
Once again, they completely disregarded him, not that he had expected anything different. He saw his brother cock an eyebrow at him and realized how crazy he must look right now. Trying to save face he made an attempt at an explanation, “They’re not normally like this, you know.”
The eyebrow went up further. Inuyasha could feel his cheeks beginning to heat up as he continued speaking. “Well, they’re not. Sure they disagree a lot, but this is the first time they’ve ever done THIS to me,” he said, indicating the enclosure with a broad sweep of his hands. “Normally, they just let me know that they don’t like something.”
“Is that so,” his brother’s voice said in that smooth, emotionless way he had.
All that voice served to do was make Inuyasha feel even more foolish than he already did. He could feel his blush deepening under Sesshoumaru’s cool stare. However, as often happened with his moods, the embarrassment changed itself to anger and obstinacy. He had not asked his brother to come in here. His brother had no right to stand there and judge him.
Tilting his head up in challenge, Inuyasha pushed aside all embarrassment. This was his own mind, he was allowed to have whatever he wanted in it and his older brother would just have to deal with it. It wasn’t like he had asked him to come here in the first place, after all. Defiantly, he stated, “Yes it is. Although, I fail to see how it’s any of your business.”
“As the Lady Sturaki pointed out previously to you, little brother, the way that my mate’s mind works is very much my business.”
At this statement, Inuyasha looked at him contemplatively. Why was he bringing up that witch? His elder brother had wanted nothing to do with her or her ideas. And yet now he was saying that he should follow her advice? There was something a little off about this Sesshoumaru he was talking to, something that was not quite like his older brother. Then it hit him, this WASN’T his big brother, this was just his mind’s image of him.
With that realization, Inuyasha could have slapped himself. Of course his brother hadn’t come to rescue him. Why had he even thought that in the first place? The very idea was insane. Besides, hadn’t this dream version of his brother already come to visit him once before?
Shaking his head in internal derision, Inuyasha relaxed considerably. He didn’t have to worry about the impressions Sesshoumaru would be coming away from this with. After all, it wasn’t really him. His real mate would have no knowledge of what went on in here.
Sitting back down, he came to the conclusion that he might as well pass the time with this figment of his mind’s imagination. In any event, hadn’t he been complaining about being bored? Apparently his mind had decided to conjure up this version of his mate to entertain him and who was he to argue with it. At least there was something else to do other than sleep.
With these thoughts in mind, he began to talk once again, “So you want to know the way my mind works? Where would you like me to start?”
He saw his dream brother’s eyebrow raise at his change in attitude, then, apparently accepting it, his elder brother said, “Explain why they are fighting,” motioning over to his two halves that were still at it.
Inuyasha let out half a laugh and with a gesture to the ground said, “You might want to sit, that’s going to take a while to explain.”
He watched the regal form of his dream mate look at him for a moment before deciding to take him up on his offer. With a grace Inuyasha was jealous of, his older brother lowered himself to the ground, never losing his majestic air.
After his elder brother was sitting on the ground outside his cell, he began to talk, “Well, you see, there are two sides to me. The demon side and the human side. Given how different demons and humans are, they don’t agree very often on what should be done about damn near anything, right? That’s why I was created.
“Since the two of them couldn’t agree, they made me the one in charge of deciding who to go with when it came to various decisions. And, like I said before, they normally just tell me if they have a problem with my decision, not lock me up.
“But this time, this time, they didn’t want me to make the decision. They didn’t want me to mediate. They decided that they wanted to work this out between themselves and have been arguing ever since.”
As he fell into silence, he saw a perplexed look enter this mental image of his mate’s eyes. “But what are they fighting about?”
Inuyasha gave him a confused look right back. He had thought that was rather obvious. Apparently it was not. So, in answer to the question, he said, “They’re fighting about you.
“Or, more specifically, about whether or not you should be my mate. I tried telling the human side that you already were my mate and he would just have to find a way to deal with it, but he didn’t listen to me.
“Not that I’m really all that surprised, he tends to be rather obstinate. So does my demon side for that matter,” Inuyasha said, with a self-deprecating smile.
“Your human side does not bear the mating mark,” his dream brother informed him.
“Is that so? Stubborn ass. No wonder I’ve been having so many problems with him.”
“This doesn’t surprise you?”
“Not particularly,” Inuyasha said with a shrug. “The whole mating was done on my demon side’s instincts. My human side really had nothing to do with it. In fact, my human side has been wholeheartedly against this mating from the start.”
“It has?” Sesshoumaru asked, almost looking concerned. “Why?”
“Well, you have been quite the bastard to me in the past, you know. Beating the shit out of me, trying to kill me, trying to kill my friends. Then there’s the whole ‘I am the high and mighty full demon while you are a lowly scum-sucking hanyou’ thing to take into account. Not to mention that there is not a damn thing I could ever do that you would consider to be good enough.
“There’s always something wrong with everything I do. I can’t even be your mate right. Hell, I can’t even put an appropriate mating mark on your back. And then there’s the whole forcing you into this mating with me thing.
“Why do you think we’re here right now? My demon side got pissed I wasn’t being a good mate to you and my human side got pissed with what it saw as you asking for things that you did not deserve. And in all honesty, given our past, is it any wonder my human side doesn’t like you?” Inuyasha stated all this in his matter-of-fact voice. This was nothing new for him, it was just the way things were.
“If I am so horrible, why did you become my mate?” If Inuyasha hadn’t known any better, he would have thought his brother sounded a bit disturbed by what he was saying.
Pushing that thought aside as being completely ludicrous, he continued talking, “Honestly? My youki wanted your youki. Simple as that.”
“So you are only my mate because your youki desired it?”
Now his dream brother sounded hurt. Looking closely at him, he realized that Sesshoumaru was refusing to meet his eyes. This didn’t make any sense to him. Sesshoumaru only wanted him as a mate to get an heir. He had just figured that out recently. Why would it bother his brother if he only had his youki as motivation?
Unsure of the reception, Inuyasha tentatively asked, “Sesshoumaru? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong with me, you filthy hanyou,” his brother said, but the normal venom was not there. It sounded rather forced actually. Why were his words troubling the youkai so much? His elder brother should have been happy that he was not forming more of an emotional attachment to him, no matter what Inuyasha himself might actually want.
“Why are you so upset that the only reason I wanted to mate with you was because that’s what my youki wanted? The only reason you wanted to mate with me was so you could have an heir.”
When he received no response from his elder brother, he continued to talk, “Don’t worry about it, I have no problem with giving you an heir, I’d just rather you not throw me out on my ass until after I’ve given birth, if you don’t mind. It’ll be rather hard protecting myself while I’m pregnant, you know.”
As he finished talking, he watched his brother’s eyes rise from the ground. Instead of the hurt that he had seen there before, this time he saw fierce anger. And instead of the forced voice he had heard before, the cold, clipped tone returned with an, “You are truly an idiot, little brother.”
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I realize this is a long time in coming. (Well, for me anyway.) But trust me, you did not want to read what I was writing like the last couple of weeks. Bland doesn’t even begin to cover it. (I blame it on my eldest breaking her leg and lack of sleep.) That being said, I hope this didn’t come off as being too blah.
As always, thanks for reading and/or reviewing.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest, but, if you are in this section, you should already know that
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
* * * * *
Chapter 43: A Meeting of the Minds
Inuyasha’s hanyou self had been resting. There was nothing he could do at the moment being stuck inside the cage as he was, after all. He had been using the background noise of the two arguing sides of himself to lull him into sleep. There was something about the cadence of the higher and lower level voices that just helped him drift off.
He supposed that he should have found it disturbing that he found his two sides fighting with one another to be soothing, but at the moment, he couldn’t have cared less. Besides, he was inside his own head, who would see him here?
However, he was woken abruptly when it suddenly turned physical. Even though they had been fighting with each other nonstop for days now, this was the first time they had resorted to anything other than verbal arguments. While it did not appear as if it was affecting either one of them, he was feeling the blows all too well.
It wasn’t so much a physical ache as a mental ache, for the blows were not being exchanged to his physical body, but to his mind. He briefly wondered how much damage they would be able to do to him if they continued to do this before deciding he really didn’t want to know. So, in an effort to stop this before it went too far, he determined to try and step in once again.
Considering his rather limited options given his current living situation, he settled upon yelling at them. Okay, so it wasn’t so much yelling as threatening, but it was the same basic principle.
In practice, screaming at them while banging on the cell wall had a rather cathartic effect even though they both continued to pay no attention to him. In all honesty, he really was not surprised at this turn of events. They had been ignoring him for days now, after all. And, as he had expected, they continued to duke it out on the floor and completely disregard his existence. He was slightly curious as to what had given rise to this sudden change in tactics, but was about to put it aside and sit back down, seeing as there was really nothing more he could do from where he was, when he heard the last thing he expected to hear inside his own head: his brother’s voice.
Looking over to the side in shock, he saw his elder brother walking towards him. “Se-Sesshoumaru? What are you doing here?”
He watched his brother tilt his head a little as if he was slightly confused on that count himself. “I have come to retrieve you.”
“To retrieve me?” That made no sense to Inuyasha. The Sesshoumaru he knew would not care enough to try and retrieve him.
“Yes,” his elder brother said, apparently becoming more sure of his purpose as time went by. “You have been gone a long time, mate.”
“How long?” Inuyasha asked in curiosity. He had known it had been a while, but there was really no way to tell time in this part of his mind, he could have been here for months for all he knew. He mentally shuddered at the thought while he waited for his brother’s response.
“Over a week.”
“Damn, that’s a long time,” Inuyasha said softly, once again turning to his other selves. “Did you hear that, you idiots?! You’ve been fighting for over a week! Come to a fucking compromise already!” True, it was not as long as it could have been, but it was still a pretty damn long time to be fighting over one issue.
Once again, they completely disregarded him, not that he had expected anything different. He saw his brother cock an eyebrow at him and realized how crazy he must look right now. Trying to save face he made an attempt at an explanation, “They’re not normally like this, you know.”
The eyebrow went up further. Inuyasha could feel his cheeks beginning to heat up as he continued speaking. “Well, they’re not. Sure they disagree a lot, but this is the first time they’ve ever done THIS to me,” he said, indicating the enclosure with a broad sweep of his hands. “Normally, they just let me know that they don’t like something.”
“Is that so,” his brother’s voice said in that smooth, emotionless way he had.
All that voice served to do was make Inuyasha feel even more foolish than he already did. He could feel his blush deepening under Sesshoumaru’s cool stare. However, as often happened with his moods, the embarrassment changed itself to anger and obstinacy. He had not asked his brother to come in here. His brother had no right to stand there and judge him.
Tilting his head up in challenge, Inuyasha pushed aside all embarrassment. This was his own mind, he was allowed to have whatever he wanted in it and his older brother would just have to deal with it. It wasn’t like he had asked him to come here in the first place, after all. Defiantly, he stated, “Yes it is. Although, I fail to see how it’s any of your business.”
“As the Lady Sturaki pointed out previously to you, little brother, the way that my mate’s mind works is very much my business.”
At this statement, Inuyasha looked at him contemplatively. Why was he bringing up that witch? His elder brother had wanted nothing to do with her or her ideas. And yet now he was saying that he should follow her advice? There was something a little off about this Sesshoumaru he was talking to, something that was not quite like his older brother. Then it hit him, this WASN’T his big brother, this was just his mind’s image of him.
With that realization, Inuyasha could have slapped himself. Of course his brother hadn’t come to rescue him. Why had he even thought that in the first place? The very idea was insane. Besides, hadn’t this dream version of his brother already come to visit him once before?
Shaking his head in internal derision, Inuyasha relaxed considerably. He didn’t have to worry about the impressions Sesshoumaru would be coming away from this with. After all, it wasn’t really him. His real mate would have no knowledge of what went on in here.
Sitting back down, he came to the conclusion that he might as well pass the time with this figment of his mind’s imagination. In any event, hadn’t he been complaining about being bored? Apparently his mind had decided to conjure up this version of his mate to entertain him and who was he to argue with it. At least there was something else to do other than sleep.
With these thoughts in mind, he began to talk once again, “So you want to know the way my mind works? Where would you like me to start?”
He saw his dream brother’s eyebrow raise at his change in attitude, then, apparently accepting it, his elder brother said, “Explain why they are fighting,” motioning over to his two halves that were still at it.
Inuyasha let out half a laugh and with a gesture to the ground said, “You might want to sit, that’s going to take a while to explain.”
He watched the regal form of his dream mate look at him for a moment before deciding to take him up on his offer. With a grace Inuyasha was jealous of, his older brother lowered himself to the ground, never losing his majestic air.
After his elder brother was sitting on the ground outside his cell, he began to talk, “Well, you see, there are two sides to me. The demon side and the human side. Given how different demons and humans are, they don’t agree very often on what should be done about damn near anything, right? That’s why I was created.
“Since the two of them couldn’t agree, they made me the one in charge of deciding who to go with when it came to various decisions. And, like I said before, they normally just tell me if they have a problem with my decision, not lock me up.
“But this time, this time, they didn’t want me to make the decision. They didn’t want me to mediate. They decided that they wanted to work this out between themselves and have been arguing ever since.”
As he fell into silence, he saw a perplexed look enter this mental image of his mate’s eyes. “But what are they fighting about?”
Inuyasha gave him a confused look right back. He had thought that was rather obvious. Apparently it was not. So, in answer to the question, he said, “They’re fighting about you.
“Or, more specifically, about whether or not you should be my mate. I tried telling the human side that you already were my mate and he would just have to find a way to deal with it, but he didn’t listen to me.
“Not that I’m really all that surprised, he tends to be rather obstinate. So does my demon side for that matter,” Inuyasha said, with a self-deprecating smile.
“Your human side does not bear the mating mark,” his dream brother informed him.
“Is that so? Stubborn ass. No wonder I’ve been having so many problems with him.”
“This doesn’t surprise you?”
“Not particularly,” Inuyasha said with a shrug. “The whole mating was done on my demon side’s instincts. My human side really had nothing to do with it. In fact, my human side has been wholeheartedly against this mating from the start.”
“It has?” Sesshoumaru asked, almost looking concerned. “Why?”
“Well, you have been quite the bastard to me in the past, you know. Beating the shit out of me, trying to kill me, trying to kill my friends. Then there’s the whole ‘I am the high and mighty full demon while you are a lowly scum-sucking hanyou’ thing to take into account. Not to mention that there is not a damn thing I could ever do that you would consider to be good enough.
“There’s always something wrong with everything I do. I can’t even be your mate right. Hell, I can’t even put an appropriate mating mark on your back. And then there’s the whole forcing you into this mating with me thing.
“Why do you think we’re here right now? My demon side got pissed I wasn’t being a good mate to you and my human side got pissed with what it saw as you asking for things that you did not deserve. And in all honesty, given our past, is it any wonder my human side doesn’t like you?” Inuyasha stated all this in his matter-of-fact voice. This was nothing new for him, it was just the way things were.
“If I am so horrible, why did you become my mate?” If Inuyasha hadn’t known any better, he would have thought his brother sounded a bit disturbed by what he was saying.
Pushing that thought aside as being completely ludicrous, he continued talking, “Honestly? My youki wanted your youki. Simple as that.”
“So you are only my mate because your youki desired it?”
Now his dream brother sounded hurt. Looking closely at him, he realized that Sesshoumaru was refusing to meet his eyes. This didn’t make any sense to him. Sesshoumaru only wanted him as a mate to get an heir. He had just figured that out recently. Why would it bother his brother if he only had his youki as motivation?
Unsure of the reception, Inuyasha tentatively asked, “Sesshoumaru? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong with me, you filthy hanyou,” his brother said, but the normal venom was not there. It sounded rather forced actually. Why were his words troubling the youkai so much? His elder brother should have been happy that he was not forming more of an emotional attachment to him, no matter what Inuyasha himself might actually want.
“Why are you so upset that the only reason I wanted to mate with you was because that’s what my youki wanted? The only reason you wanted to mate with me was so you could have an heir.”
When he received no response from his elder brother, he continued to talk, “Don’t worry about it, I have no problem with giving you an heir, I’d just rather you not throw me out on my ass until after I’ve given birth, if you don’t mind. It’ll be rather hard protecting myself while I’m pregnant, you know.”
As he finished talking, he watched his brother’s eyes rise from the ground. Instead of the hurt that he had seen there before, this time he saw fierce anger. And instead of the forced voice he had heard before, the cold, clipped tone returned with an, “You are truly an idiot, little brother.”
* * * * *
I realize this is a long time in coming. (Well, for me anyway.) But trust me, you did not want to read what I was writing like the last couple of weeks. Bland doesn’t even begin to cover it. (I blame it on my eldest breaking her leg and lack of sleep.) That being said, I hope this didn’t come off as being too blah.
As always, thanks for reading and/or reviewing.