InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Prophecy ❯ Unwanted Help ( Chapter 49 )
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By: mshutts 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.18.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.18.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Work In Progress
The Prophecy
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 48: Unwanted Help
Inuyasha awoke feeling unusually warm and protected. He could not remember the last time he had actually felt like this. Maybe he had never felt like this before. Even when his mother had been alive, there had always been that uneasiness present, but not this morning. And, as such, he was loathe to open his eyes and destroy this fantasy that his groggy mind had obviously created.
But, even as he lay there, feeling completely comfortable, his instincts refused to allow him to just rest without taking full stock of the situation first. He had lived on his own for too long, been responsible for his own safety for too long, there was no way for him to accept even something that felt as good as this at face value.
To fulfill this desire to be aware of the world around him, he took in a deep breath and carefully sorted through the smells that the air brought to him. There was, of course, the almost overpowering scent of his elder brother and sex, as if his own short term memory and the dried stickiness in slightly uncomfortable places was not enough of a reminder of that in and of itself.
He allowed himself a small smile and self-conscious blush at that thought. He had been a little aggressive himself during their most recent encounter, not that anyone could blame him with his prim and proper elder brother lavishing him with such attention. It would be enough to snap the control of the most reserved individual, leaving Inuyasha with no chance against it. He could feel himself getting turned on again just thinking about it.
Being the center of his older brother’s affections was certainly not somewhere he had ever expected to be, but he wasn’t complaining. If it meant he got that kind of love and attention all the time, he was pretty sure he could even get himself to accept being the bitch in this relationship of theirs.
Not wanting to get any deeper into it than he was already, he forcefully shoved that introspection away for the moment (knowing well that if he continued in that vein, nothing else would get accomplished) he took in another deep breath. This time, he ignored the overwhelming scent of his mate and their mating in favor of the other smells he could pick up.
Carefully analyzing and categorizing them subconsciously, he had already starting matching up the scents of his pack to their names before it even registered in his head. However, by the time he got to placing Kirara’s scent, he remembered they were not supposed to be there and sat up with a start.
Ignoring his mate who had sat up as well, immediately alert at his sudden movement, Inuyasha started to look frantically around for his clothes. All the while, trying to figure out what they were doing here. He hadn’t told them where he was going. That must have meant that they followed his scent trail all the way here.
This was not good. They would have tracked him all the way here in the middle of mating season. They could have been killed! What were they thinking? He knew that it had already occurred to him that they might not realize it was mating season and how dangerous it was to be out and about during this time, but he had not seriously considered them finding their way all the way here.
That was almost a week’s travel with the way his group moved. A week’s travel through forests that would be teeming with demons who were more on edge than usual. A week’s travel without his protection. How could they have been so careless? He hadn’t smelt any of their blood, but all that meant was that they might have been here long enough for their injuries to have healed.
As he was contemplating this, he was pulling on his clothes as fast as possible. He had to see them, just to make sure they were alright. Not all injuries left blood behind. He took small comfort in having found all of their scents. At least none of them were dead.
He was so busy with his self-appointed task, that he barely registered his mate asking him a question. “What is the problem?”
Looking back at Sesshoumaru, he answered in a harassed sounding voice, “They’re here.”
Continuing to pull on his clothes and tie the appropriate ties, he ignored the way his brother looked quizzical for a moment before sniffing the air delicately. When his mate responded, “Ah, your pack,” and immediately began to get dressed himself, Inuyasha had no idea what to make of it.
Shaking off his confusion, Inuyasha turned to the sliding panel and was about to open it to go find said pack when he heard a request to wait a moment. Turning back to his brother, he saw that Sesshoumaru was, in fact, almost entirely dressed already. In fact the only thing that had yet to be put on was the obi that should have hung around his brother’s waist.
Noticing the speculative look that his mate was giving him, Inuyasha asked, “What?”
“Do you recall how to tie the knot for the obi? Normally, I would have a servant assist, but, since you are here, and I do not believe you wish to wait that long…”
To say he was shocked by this admission of a weakness would be an understatement. To have his great and powerful brother ask for his assistance in anything… It made his heart leap knowing that not only had his mate admitted a weakness to him willingly, but had even asked for his aid. This was the first time Inuyasha could ever recall Sesshoumaru asking for his help with ANYTHING. Maybe his big brother was finally beginning to accept him, not just because his youki wanted him as a mate, but because he was starting to accept HIM, Inuyasha, his little half-breed brother. If Inuyasha were the type, he would have squealed for joy.
Hoping that his sheer delight at this turn of events was not showing on his face, he answered, “Of course I remember,” and, walking up to him confidently, he reached out and took the obi from his elder brother’s hand. Easily wrapping it around his mate’s waist, he set about trying to knot it correctly. He wasn’t lying when he said he remembered how to do it, but, truth to be told, the last time he had actually had to do it, his mother was still alive. Needless to say, that was a VERY long time ago and his fingers had been much smaller then.
As it was, it took him much longer to complete the knot than it should have and he was silently wondering to himself why the hell his brother couldn’t just use the simple ties like he did. They were so much easier to tie together. Looking at his handiwork, he almost cringed at how it only bore a passing resemblance to what his mate’s obi normally looked like.
‘Well,’ he thought to himself before looking up at his mate’s waiting face, ‘at least it isn’t falling off.’
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see in his brother’s eyes. After his experiences over the past couple of weeks, he no longer felt he had a very good grip on what was going on in the youkai lord’s head. However, he had not been expecting to see the almost approving affection hiding in the gaze behind the normal indifference.
And it was for that reason, more than anything else, that he found himself suddenly grabbing his mate and pulling him into his arms. He ignored the initial stiffness and continued to hold on until Sesshoumaru once again relaxed. He knew he was not making much sense at the moment. Knew it, but he couldn’t do a thing to stop it. All he knew was that he had pleased his mate, at least a little, and it had set him on such a high.
His whole life, Inuyasha had wanted to please his elder brother. Not submit to him, no, but please him, most definitely. It was just that nothing he ever did seemed to make the youkai lord happy. But now, for whatever reason, he had done something right in his mate’s eyes. It was the most exhilarating feeling in the world.
After a time that was much too short for Inuyasha, he felt a light kiss dropped on his head and Sesshoumaru’s voice informing him that they still needed to go see about his friends. At this, Inuyasha shot back from his brother in surprise. He had completely forgotten about them. Oh, this was not good, if this was a precursor to how much attention he was going to be able to pay to them now that he was mated… Not good at all.
He felt himself being led from the room and down to where the scents of his friends were by a hand on his back and was only just able to snap back into himself enough to step away from the hand right before they entered the room. He had to break out of this daze he seemed to be in. With a quick shake of his head to try once again to clear it, he slid open the panel.
He was glad when his mate seemed to receive his silent message to give him some space and remained at the doorway while Inuyasha stepped fully into the room. The first to notice his presence was Kagome and, as soon as she did, she flung herself at him, screaming, “Inuyasha!”
Instinctively catching her, he was a little shocked when she cried out, “You’re still alive!” while patting him up and down as if to make sure that it was really him.
“Of course I’m still alive! What the hell are you talking about, bitch?” Inuyasha yelled, pulling away from Kagome.
“She thought Sesshoumaru might have killed you, you jerk!” screamed Shippo in response.
At this, instead of getting mad at Shippo like he normally would, he turned disbelieving eyes onto Kagome. “If you thought he killed me, what the HELL are you doing here? What were you planning to do exactly? Kill him?”
As he thought about it more, the idea only served to enrage him, not over concern for his mate’s safety (he was quite capable of handling himself against a band of humans, after all), but over concern for his pack’s safety. “For God’s sake, wench! If he killed me, you wouldn’t stand a chance! None of you would! Don’t you think anything through? You just thought you could come here and kill Sesshoumaru as what? Revenge?”
He ignored the shocked looks on his friends’ faces. They obviously had no idea what they were getting into and Inuyasha decided to set them straight. “Assuming his guards didn’t slaughter you outright, he wouldn’t even think twice about killing you. You’re no more than a bunch of humans. He wouldn’t even bother to bury your bodies. And then where would you be? Where would the quest be?” By this point, he wasn’t even entirely sure what was coming out of his mouth. All he knew was that the thought of his elder brother killing his entire pack was scaring him half to death and he responded in the only way that he could. Anger.
“How could you do something so fucking stupid, bitch?” was the last thing he shouted at her before she responded with her one word response to every argument they had.
“SIT! SIT! SIT!” all yelled in quick succession. And, now that he knew what to look for, he could feel the youki drawing off him. He supposed in any other instance he would have been more interested in this and it would not have affected him as badly. But with how his month had been going, he wasn’t overly surprised to find himself feeling lightheaded again.
However, he was not so out of it that he did not feel the highly identifiable presence of his mate quickly approaching the girl. Instantaneously worrying for her life, he managed to force out a whispered, “Please don’t kill her,” right before he hit the ground and the world went black. He was sure that his brother had heard him, but he wasn’t so sure he would honor the request.
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I know, not as long as you’re used to. Next one might be longer. It all depends on how the chapter forms itself.
As always, thanks for reading and/or reviewing.
By: mshutts
WARNING: incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters here-in
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Chapter 48: Unwanted Help
Inuyasha awoke feeling unusually warm and protected. He could not remember the last time he had actually felt like this. Maybe he had never felt like this before. Even when his mother had been alive, there had always been that uneasiness present, but not this morning. And, as such, he was loathe to open his eyes and destroy this fantasy that his groggy mind had obviously created.
But, even as he lay there, feeling completely comfortable, his instincts refused to allow him to just rest without taking full stock of the situation first. He had lived on his own for too long, been responsible for his own safety for too long, there was no way for him to accept even something that felt as good as this at face value.
To fulfill this desire to be aware of the world around him, he took in a deep breath and carefully sorted through the smells that the air brought to him. There was, of course, the almost overpowering scent of his elder brother and sex, as if his own short term memory and the dried stickiness in slightly uncomfortable places was not enough of a reminder of that in and of itself.
He allowed himself a small smile and self-conscious blush at that thought. He had been a little aggressive himself during their most recent encounter, not that anyone could blame him with his prim and proper elder brother lavishing him with such attention. It would be enough to snap the control of the most reserved individual, leaving Inuyasha with no chance against it. He could feel himself getting turned on again just thinking about it.
Being the center of his older brother’s affections was certainly not somewhere he had ever expected to be, but he wasn’t complaining. If it meant he got that kind of love and attention all the time, he was pretty sure he could even get himself to accept being the bitch in this relationship of theirs.
Not wanting to get any deeper into it than he was already, he forcefully shoved that introspection away for the moment (knowing well that if he continued in that vein, nothing else would get accomplished) he took in another deep breath. This time, he ignored the overwhelming scent of his mate and their mating in favor of the other smells he could pick up.
Carefully analyzing and categorizing them subconsciously, he had already starting matching up the scents of his pack to their names before it even registered in his head. However, by the time he got to placing Kirara’s scent, he remembered they were not supposed to be there and sat up with a start.
Ignoring his mate who had sat up as well, immediately alert at his sudden movement, Inuyasha started to look frantically around for his clothes. All the while, trying to figure out what they were doing here. He hadn’t told them where he was going. That must have meant that they followed his scent trail all the way here.
This was not good. They would have tracked him all the way here in the middle of mating season. They could have been killed! What were they thinking? He knew that it had already occurred to him that they might not realize it was mating season and how dangerous it was to be out and about during this time, but he had not seriously considered them finding their way all the way here.
That was almost a week’s travel with the way his group moved. A week’s travel through forests that would be teeming with demons who were more on edge than usual. A week’s travel without his protection. How could they have been so careless? He hadn’t smelt any of their blood, but all that meant was that they might have been here long enough for their injuries to have healed.
As he was contemplating this, he was pulling on his clothes as fast as possible. He had to see them, just to make sure they were alright. Not all injuries left blood behind. He took small comfort in having found all of their scents. At least none of them were dead.
He was so busy with his self-appointed task, that he barely registered his mate asking him a question. “What is the problem?”
Looking back at Sesshoumaru, he answered in a harassed sounding voice, “They’re here.”
Continuing to pull on his clothes and tie the appropriate ties, he ignored the way his brother looked quizzical for a moment before sniffing the air delicately. When his mate responded, “Ah, your pack,” and immediately began to get dressed himself, Inuyasha had no idea what to make of it.
Shaking off his confusion, Inuyasha turned to the sliding panel and was about to open it to go find said pack when he heard a request to wait a moment. Turning back to his brother, he saw that Sesshoumaru was, in fact, almost entirely dressed already. In fact the only thing that had yet to be put on was the obi that should have hung around his brother’s waist.
Noticing the speculative look that his mate was giving him, Inuyasha asked, “What?”
“Do you recall how to tie the knot for the obi? Normally, I would have a servant assist, but, since you are here, and I do not believe you wish to wait that long…”
To say he was shocked by this admission of a weakness would be an understatement. To have his great and powerful brother ask for his assistance in anything… It made his heart leap knowing that not only had his mate admitted a weakness to him willingly, but had even asked for his aid. This was the first time Inuyasha could ever recall Sesshoumaru asking for his help with ANYTHING. Maybe his big brother was finally beginning to accept him, not just because his youki wanted him as a mate, but because he was starting to accept HIM, Inuyasha, his little half-breed brother. If Inuyasha were the type, he would have squealed for joy.
Hoping that his sheer delight at this turn of events was not showing on his face, he answered, “Of course I remember,” and, walking up to him confidently, he reached out and took the obi from his elder brother’s hand. Easily wrapping it around his mate’s waist, he set about trying to knot it correctly. He wasn’t lying when he said he remembered how to do it, but, truth to be told, the last time he had actually had to do it, his mother was still alive. Needless to say, that was a VERY long time ago and his fingers had been much smaller then.
As it was, it took him much longer to complete the knot than it should have and he was silently wondering to himself why the hell his brother couldn’t just use the simple ties like he did. They were so much easier to tie together. Looking at his handiwork, he almost cringed at how it only bore a passing resemblance to what his mate’s obi normally looked like.
‘Well,’ he thought to himself before looking up at his mate’s waiting face, ‘at least it isn’t falling off.’
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see in his brother’s eyes. After his experiences over the past couple of weeks, he no longer felt he had a very good grip on what was going on in the youkai lord’s head. However, he had not been expecting to see the almost approving affection hiding in the gaze behind the normal indifference.
And it was for that reason, more than anything else, that he found himself suddenly grabbing his mate and pulling him into his arms. He ignored the initial stiffness and continued to hold on until Sesshoumaru once again relaxed. He knew he was not making much sense at the moment. Knew it, but he couldn’t do a thing to stop it. All he knew was that he had pleased his mate, at least a little, and it had set him on such a high.
His whole life, Inuyasha had wanted to please his elder brother. Not submit to him, no, but please him, most definitely. It was just that nothing he ever did seemed to make the youkai lord happy. But now, for whatever reason, he had done something right in his mate’s eyes. It was the most exhilarating feeling in the world.
After a time that was much too short for Inuyasha, he felt a light kiss dropped on his head and Sesshoumaru’s voice informing him that they still needed to go see about his friends. At this, Inuyasha shot back from his brother in surprise. He had completely forgotten about them. Oh, this was not good, if this was a precursor to how much attention he was going to be able to pay to them now that he was mated… Not good at all.
He felt himself being led from the room and down to where the scents of his friends were by a hand on his back and was only just able to snap back into himself enough to step away from the hand right before they entered the room. He had to break out of this daze he seemed to be in. With a quick shake of his head to try once again to clear it, he slid open the panel.
He was glad when his mate seemed to receive his silent message to give him some space and remained at the doorway while Inuyasha stepped fully into the room. The first to notice his presence was Kagome and, as soon as she did, she flung herself at him, screaming, “Inuyasha!”
Instinctively catching her, he was a little shocked when she cried out, “You’re still alive!” while patting him up and down as if to make sure that it was really him.
“Of course I’m still alive! What the hell are you talking about, bitch?” Inuyasha yelled, pulling away from Kagome.
“She thought Sesshoumaru might have killed you, you jerk!” screamed Shippo in response.
At this, instead of getting mad at Shippo like he normally would, he turned disbelieving eyes onto Kagome. “If you thought he killed me, what the HELL are you doing here? What were you planning to do exactly? Kill him?”
As he thought about it more, the idea only served to enrage him, not over concern for his mate’s safety (he was quite capable of handling himself against a band of humans, after all), but over concern for his pack’s safety. “For God’s sake, wench! If he killed me, you wouldn’t stand a chance! None of you would! Don’t you think anything through? You just thought you could come here and kill Sesshoumaru as what? Revenge?”
He ignored the shocked looks on his friends’ faces. They obviously had no idea what they were getting into and Inuyasha decided to set them straight. “Assuming his guards didn’t slaughter you outright, he wouldn’t even think twice about killing you. You’re no more than a bunch of humans. He wouldn’t even bother to bury your bodies. And then where would you be? Where would the quest be?” By this point, he wasn’t even entirely sure what was coming out of his mouth. All he knew was that the thought of his elder brother killing his entire pack was scaring him half to death and he responded in the only way that he could. Anger.
“How could you do something so fucking stupid, bitch?” was the last thing he shouted at her before she responded with her one word response to every argument they had.
“SIT! SIT! SIT!” all yelled in quick succession. And, now that he knew what to look for, he could feel the youki drawing off him. He supposed in any other instance he would have been more interested in this and it would not have affected him as badly. But with how his month had been going, he wasn’t overly surprised to find himself feeling lightheaded again.
However, he was not so out of it that he did not feel the highly identifiable presence of his mate quickly approaching the girl. Instantaneously worrying for her life, he managed to force out a whispered, “Please don’t kill her,” right before he hit the ground and the world went black. He was sure that his brother had heard him, but he wasn’t so sure he would honor the request.
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I know, not as long as you’re used to. Next one might be longer. It all depends on how the chapter forms itself.
As always, thanks for reading and/or reviewing.