Affliction

"I see angels trapt beneath the ice. Strangers in my bed at night. Cloudy skies to cover up, the feelings buried in the dark."

Warm bodies rustled beneath the mounds of covering as sunlight seeped between the woven curtains. Dipping the edge of the quilt beneath his nose, amber sprayed eyes shifted to the figure beside him. A sigh hitched in his breastbone as Inuyasha struggled to focus on the person next to him. Again, he woke up next to someone who's name he couldn't even remember. Night after night he brought men home, an occasional woman here and there, but it was always the same. They couldn't fill the void...they weren't Sesshomaru. No matter how hard he tried to imagine it was his brother, it failed.

The day after was what the hanyou always came to dread. The night before he was usually inebriated, possibly high from some drug he'd taken from a groupie or bandmate. It was so easy for him to lure people into his bed. It had only been because he was famous, but he didn't care. It was a temporary relief to his pain, his need, his emptiness. He hated Sesshomaru - or, atleast he tried. He found it easier to lie to himself, damning the youkai to a fate worse than Hell than to admit he still loved him. Inuyasha was always a bad liar.

"And if the walls of our communion fall to nothingness, how wrong the dreamers would be. But I won't except it. I won't give up."

Bothering to not wake up his night's companion, Inuyasha forced himself from the safeness that being cradled beneath the covers provided. There he stood facing the mirror not being able to recognize the person he used to be. This was what he wanted. Wasn't it? He was living the dream...he was a rock icon. The image reflecting back wasn't that of a clean-cut, poster boy. No, it was something different.

White tufts of hair stood in shortened liberty spikes, swirled with tips of green; streaks of ebony flooded the snowy mane that fell down his shoulders. An ear twitched, the jingling of earrings erupting the deafening silence. Inuyasha took in the piercings he had either gotten from a parlor or had given himself during a night of drunken stupor with the guys in the band. There had been an eyebrow ring, a tongue ring, and for some god unknown reason his naval had ended up pierced. Funny, but not in a har-har good time sense. Funny in an, "I'm an idiot" sorted way. Had his mother been alive she would probably have a coronary, and his father...his father would have yanked each piece of jewelry from the skin - not caring what pieces of skin were missing or what blood was shed.

Sulking from the thought, Inuyasha perched himself at the foot of the bed. What would Sesshomaru think if he could see him now. A feral smirk wrenched at the corner of the half-breed's lips as he closed his eyes to imagine such a thing. There his brother would stand, hand upon a hip, rolling his eyes, and scoffing with such disapproval, "Inuyasha, you really are worthless. You will never be in the same class as I am. Useless." Before the imagery could continue, Inuyasha could feel the body behind him beginning to stir beneath the sheets. He prayed that time would ebb and the night could replay. Then, he'd have time. Time for himself instead of worrying over the stranger in his bed and the concert following sundown.