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The First Stage and the Stirring of an Old Soul
Chapter 2: The First Stage and the Stirring of an Old Soul
The first stages of any regular heat were fairly simple;
1. Food
2. Sleep
3. Sex
4. Appearance
And not necessarily in that order, either.
However, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were far from regular. At least, that’s what their father had told Sesshomaru about five years ago when he had just turned sweet sixteen and started his own heat cycle.
“Normal children with youkai blood in them would go through those four stages of heat. However,” his father had informed a, then, teenage Sesshomaru, “you and your brother are different.”
This had definitely caught his attention.
“Different, Father? How exactly? I can understand how Inuyasha’s heat may be different, seeing as how he’s merely a half-demon, but both of us?”
“That I cannot tell you right now. Not until Inuyasha, too, has started his first heat,” was the cryptic answer. At least, it sounded cryptic to Sesshomaru when said with a sparkly-eyed face and deep, serious tone, and he had a fairly good idea that even when Inuyasha did have his first heat their father still wouldn’t tell them outright.
InuTaishou had then gone on to explain the different stages he and his brother would more than likely (currently then, in Sesshomaru’s case) be going through.
The first stage was fairly uncomplicated – Both would have strange dreams.
A simple, vague and very frustrating answer, but that’s all InuTaishou would say, even when the then sixteen-year-old Sesshomaru asked, “What kind of dreams,” having wanted more specific details so he could pin point the very second he went into his “irregular heat.”
And, of course, his father had refused to tell him how to do that, too. However, that hadn’t deterred Sesshomaru in finding out what he wanted to know, or at least trying to find out what he wanted to know.
“You said that you yourself went through an ‘irregular heat,’ Father, so what kind of dreams did you have so I know for sure when I’ve gone into heat.”
InuTaishou flushed and sputtered at this.
“I- I don’t think we’ll have similar dreams, Sesshomaru. It’s... complicated. My dreams will most assuredly be different than yours, of that I can attest when you have yours.”
Sesshomaru growled, his mind now back in the present. Just remembering that particular conversation from over five years ago was enough to frustrate him now just as much as it had then.
Help your little brother out... I expect you to recognize the first stages of his heat... I don’t want him leaving the house if you can help it... were the echoing words of his father.
“If I can help it... Feh. He’s basically telling me that if I don’t, I’ll be the one paying the price,” Sesshomaru gritted his fangs together.
How his father expected him to “recognize” Inuyasha’s first signs of heat was completely beyond him.
It’s not like he could just waltz up to his little brother and ask, “Hey... Yash. Had any creepy, out-of-the-norm dreams lately that’ll tell me when you start your heat cycle so I can help get you off?”
Yeah. That was going to happen.
Sesshomaru shuddered. He had no idea what his little brother’s friends called him but anyone that shortened (and effectively degraded) his name like that ought to be hanged, drawn and quartered. It was Inuyasha. Not Inu, not Yash, not Yasha, or any other abbreviated bastardization of the regal name their father had bestowed upon him.
None of that mattered now though anyway. No, right now he had to think of a way to make his brother stay home cause more than likely the little brat would be insufferable and down right set on getting out of the house if Sesshomaru didn’t have a battle plan ready to be executed at the blink of an eye.
It would take everything in him to find and strategize the perfect plan together... Knowing how Inuyasha usually reacted to any demand the elder made of him there’d probably be violence involved... blood... a possible fist fight... and definitely a few flying objects would be thrown at his head... Sesshomaru grinned evilly when a myriad of possibilities ran amok through his head.
Option 1: Tie Inuyasha to the bed and strip him naked (which would effectively embarrass the hell out of him and be great entertainment for Sesshomaru’s twisted sense of humor) in order to get him to divulge any information he may be withholding on having suspicious dreams.
Option 2: Knock Inuyasha out cold with blunt object.
Option 3: Fatally wound Inuyasha to the point where he loses so much blood he’s effectively rendered unconscious.
Personally, he liked Options 2 and 3 the most.
No, no, his father would hang him by his toes if he even considered making his fledgling son bleed in any way. Maybe he could...
As Sesshomaru entered the kitchen he caught sight of the dirty dishes that were still on the table and the absence of one particular individual that was supposed to have cleaned them.
“Inuyasha!” he growled in irritation.
The boy in question was lazily slung over the couch, flipping through different channels until he came upon one of his favorite shows.
“Yes! I didn’t miss it!” the hanyou exclaimed, sitting up straight, his attention solely on the pointless TV show where some ridiculous cartoon character found themselves trapped in the Feudal Age.
The Feudal Age... There was something familiar about those words...
Ah ha! That was it!
“Hey, mutt, move,” Sesshomaru called as he dismissed the messy plates in lieu of pissing off his little brother to watch his own show instead.
“Hey! I was watching that! It’s the final episode where they finally defeat the bad guy!”
“Oh give it up, they’ll never defeat the bad guy, not if those two siblings don’t start getting along,” Sesshomaru snorted, having already snatched the remote control away from his brother’s claws, clicking with purpose in hopes of finding something decidedly more informative.
“Well, yeah, but...” Inuyasha shut up as his attention was taken away from the remote control thief by the sounds of old Japanese being used on the TV. “What the hell is this?”
“Special on the Feudal Age,” Sesshomaru replied simply, missing the indigent look the younger inu shot him.
“Keh,” was Inuyasha’s only complaint. He could’ve gotten up and gone to watch his show in a different room, having effectively gotten away from his brother as well, but for some reason the “Special on the Feudal Age” had caught the hanyou’s attention.
“So, what exactly are your plans for today?” Sesshomaru asked as casually as he could. Obviously it wasn’t casual at all if the slightly horrified look his brother shot him was anything to go by. “Only so I can ruin it, mutt, not like I actually care.”
“Keh! Like I thought that!” Inuyasha said all too quickly. He turned his attention back to the TV, crossing his arms. “My friends are dragging me out for lunch or something, around 12:30pm, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Well, supposedly it’s a surprise or something, but Miroku let it slip during our daily jog the other day.”
“You can hardly call it a daily jog if you only do it twice, if even, a week.”
Inuyasha turned red with anger... at least that’s what he’d have liked his brother to believe as he added a pathetic growl to that as well.
“And that is a very predictable response.”
“Bastard.”
“Idiot.”
Silence ensued.
Sesshomaru took that as a blessing and decided he needed to get on with his initial battle plan if Inuyasha’s friends were taking him out at 12:30pm. That meant he only had about five and half hours to figure out a way to cancel the surprise lunch and or render his sibling unconscious or strip him nude and tie him to a bed and...
“Hey, Sesshomaru?” came a voice, interrupting Sesshomaru’s intricate plan of action... which basically consisted of nothing but blank space.
“What is it?” he asked irritably, causing Inuyasha to flinch. Sorry, was on the tip of the youkai’s tongue, but he quickly bit down on it to keep such an atrocity in.
“It’s just that... do you remember when we were children? How we used to go a few miles into the forest in our backyard and play near the lake?”
Sesshomaru remained silent, urging his sibling on with quiet acknowledgement.
“Heh,” Inuyasha, who was still staring sightlessly at the TV, smiled to himself. “We used to pretend we were these made-up characters, living in the old days where there weren’t any cars, let alone any other form of transportation save for our feet or a horse.”
“I could travel by teleportation, if I remember correctly,” Sesshomaru said suddenly, a brightness entering his eyes but not being allowed to grace his lips.
Inuyasha snorted. “Yeah, I remember. You could even turn into a monstrous white dog, right? Yeah, I remember alright. You would strut around like some damned cocky peacock and order me around like I was your slave.”
“That wasn’t make-believe, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru said quietly.
Inuyasha’s ears perked up curiously, his eyes turned to face Sesshomaru’s profile.
“It’s what all half-breeds ought to do when in the presence of their superiors,” the youkai finished, allowing a smirk of satisfaction to grace his façade when Inuyasha’s ears went back defensively, then perked up playfully as he growled and then pounced on his brother, throwing both young men to the floor in a flurry of arms and legs.
“Yeah right, bastard! I’m just as strong as you are and you know it!” was the rebuttal as Inuyasha grasped Sesshomaru’s shoulders, jutting his hips up against his brother’s stomach as leverage to switch their positions from lying on their sides so that the hanyou then came to straddle the demon.
“You should learn your station, worthless half-breed!” Sesshomaru recited, a flash of memory flickering through his eyes, as those had been the words he’d used once upon a time when wanting to get a reaction of anger from his little brother. And it worked even to this day.
However, the elder inu then narrowed his eyes, focusing on his brother’s orbs, which slightly startled Inuyasha. He then grabbed the hanyou’s slender hips, effectively flipping them over, Sesshomaru now being the one dominating the younger one’s smaller frame.
“Well, pardon me, Lord Sesshomaru. A lowly half-breed like me shouldn’t even be allowed to touch your royal, holier-than-thou self-!” Inuyasha started off jovially but stopped just as suddenly.
Something in the air had changed and Sesshomaru’s eyes glazed over with a lighter gold, his mouth slightly ajar, his breath increasing like he hadn’t used his body in ages and was only now coming back to his old self.
“Se-Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha asked, somewhat startled at the sudden electrical current pulsing heavily through the air around them.
It took a few moments for Sesshomaru’s eyes to focus on the one he was sitting upon, but when he finally regained sight in the body that he had long ago given up, he smiled which promptly freaked the hell out of Inuyasha.
“W-what the hell is wrong with you! Why are you looking at me like that?! What-!”
Never in all his life had he seen Sesshomaru smile. Let alone at him.
“Inuyasha...” came a breathy voice. Inuyasha had the decency to look around the room to see if anyone else was in it calling his name in a husky voice because it could not possibly be coming from his older brother who absolutely detested him in every way imaginable. “Inuyasha, you should not avoid your elder brother’s beckoning. Have I taught you no manners?”
Damn it! There it was again and absolutely no sign of another life force within at least one league of their enormous span of property!
And then long, deceivingly strong fingers gripped his chin and horrified gold eyes met lustrous honey.
“Otouto, you are being a tease,” Sesshomaru said, giving a toothy grin. “I must say you are quite fetching acting as an innocent bystander, coy even.”
“Fe-Fetching!? Otouto?! Where the hell are you from, the Feudal Era?! Stop fucking around with me, Sesshomaru, it isn’t funny anymore!” Inuyasha yelled out, struggling against his brother’s weight.
“Mmm, if you wish to enact as thus, I will accommodate your needs, Otouto.” Sesshomaru lowered his full body weight onto the smaller male below, comfortably nestling into his neck and scenting him. “I have longed to be with you like this again, Inuyasha, after all these centuries of waiting... and now I can finally have you.”
“H-Have me!?” Inuyasha eeped.
Sesshomaru snorted, allowing his tongue to peek out between the folds of his lips, lapping innocently at the pulse in the hanyou’s neck, fangs innocently scraping the sensitive skin.
“Whoa! Whoa! Wait! I’m just some lowly half-breed, right? You’ve said so before yourself. So why the hell are you touching my filthy skin!” Inuyasha said, desperate to have any kind of reason to get his brother the hell off of him.
A white head snapped back and sharp golden eyes narrowed. In that instant Inuyasha could have sworn he saw a flash of markings appear on Sesshomaru’s otherwise completely clear skin... It almost looked like he had magenta colored stripes on his cheeks... two of them... and a moon on his forehead... but in the next blink of eyes his face was completely clear again.
“You will not speak of yourself as such! And I forbade you to throw those meaningless words back at me! Have I not proven to you since the night of our joining that I think and have always thought that you were and are my equal!” the youkai demanded, his eyes flickering with anger. Though looking deeper into them, Inuyasha could also see that there was fear. Fear of rejection, of loss.
“I-” was all that Inuyasha could manage to get out, too stunned to form anything coherent that could possibly pacify the demon on top of him.
“I have said many things in the past that hurt you, Otouto, but that was only to protect myself.”
“Protect yourself... from what?”
What the hell was he doing? Why the fuck was he indulging Sesshomaru in his little mind game?! Why did he even care? Why the hell was he even curious to know the answer?!
“From you.”
“Me?!” Now that wasn’t the answer he had been expecting.
“Yes. You threatened everything I knew, everything I had been taught,” Sesshomaru said. Seeing Inuyasha falter at this he continued, clarifying his meaning. “I grew up knowing power; that it could only be gained by the strong and controlled by the ruthless. I never allowed myself to indulge in my emotions and feelings for others. Not until you did my façade of ice melt.”
“Not until me...” Inuyasha murmured as the youkai started nuzzling him under his chin again.
What on earth was wrong with Sesshomaru?! He had never been like this toward his filthy hanyou brother and now... Oh God, what if it was some sort of cruel joke and he was taping it for the entire world to see!?
“Get off!” Inuyasha yelled suddenly, pushing his body upwards in hopes of helping his brother to get the general idea of getting the fuck off of him.
The only sound that came in reply was a ‘Mmm’ and “I plan on doing just that, Otouto.”
Inuyasha’s thought process came to a screeching stop, his brain having a head-on collision with his forehead.
HE PLANNED ON DOING WHAT?!
~ * ~
Chapter end.
The first stages of any regular heat were fairly simple;
1. Food
2. Sleep
3. Sex
4. Appearance
And not necessarily in that order, either.
However, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were far from regular. At least, that’s what their father had told Sesshomaru about five years ago when he had just turned sweet sixteen and started his own heat cycle.
“Normal children with youkai blood in them would go through those four stages of heat. However,” his father had informed a, then, teenage Sesshomaru, “you and your brother are different.”
This had definitely caught his attention.
“Different, Father? How exactly? I can understand how Inuyasha’s heat may be different, seeing as how he’s merely a half-demon, but both of us?”
“That I cannot tell you right now. Not until Inuyasha, too, has started his first heat,” was the cryptic answer. At least, it sounded cryptic to Sesshomaru when said with a sparkly-eyed face and deep, serious tone, and he had a fairly good idea that even when Inuyasha did have his first heat their father still wouldn’t tell them outright.
InuTaishou had then gone on to explain the different stages he and his brother would more than likely (currently then, in Sesshomaru’s case) be going through.
The first stage was fairly uncomplicated – Both would have strange dreams.
A simple, vague and very frustrating answer, but that’s all InuTaishou would say, even when the then sixteen-year-old Sesshomaru asked, “What kind of dreams,” having wanted more specific details so he could pin point the very second he went into his “irregular heat.”
And, of course, his father had refused to tell him how to do that, too. However, that hadn’t deterred Sesshomaru in finding out what he wanted to know, or at least trying to find out what he wanted to know.
“You said that you yourself went through an ‘irregular heat,’ Father, so what kind of dreams did you have so I know for sure when I’ve gone into heat.”
InuTaishou flushed and sputtered at this.
“I- I don’t think we’ll have similar dreams, Sesshomaru. It’s... complicated. My dreams will most assuredly be different than yours, of that I can attest when you have yours.”
Sesshomaru growled, his mind now back in the present. Just remembering that particular conversation from over five years ago was enough to frustrate him now just as much as it had then.
Help your little brother out... I expect you to recognize the first stages of his heat... I don’t want him leaving the house if you can help it... were the echoing words of his father.
“If I can help it... Feh. He’s basically telling me that if I don’t, I’ll be the one paying the price,” Sesshomaru gritted his fangs together.
How his father expected him to “recognize” Inuyasha’s first signs of heat was completely beyond him.
It’s not like he could just waltz up to his little brother and ask, “Hey... Yash. Had any creepy, out-of-the-norm dreams lately that’ll tell me when you start your heat cycle so I can help get you off?”
Yeah. That was going to happen.
Sesshomaru shuddered. He had no idea what his little brother’s friends called him but anyone that shortened (and effectively degraded) his name like that ought to be hanged, drawn and quartered. It was Inuyasha. Not Inu, not Yash, not Yasha, or any other abbreviated bastardization of the regal name their father had bestowed upon him.
None of that mattered now though anyway. No, right now he had to think of a way to make his brother stay home cause more than likely the little brat would be insufferable and down right set on getting out of the house if Sesshomaru didn’t have a battle plan ready to be executed at the blink of an eye.
It would take everything in him to find and strategize the perfect plan together... Knowing how Inuyasha usually reacted to any demand the elder made of him there’d probably be violence involved... blood... a possible fist fight... and definitely a few flying objects would be thrown at his head... Sesshomaru grinned evilly when a myriad of possibilities ran amok through his head.
Option 1: Tie Inuyasha to the bed and strip him naked (which would effectively embarrass the hell out of him and be great entertainment for Sesshomaru’s twisted sense of humor) in order to get him to divulge any information he may be withholding on having suspicious dreams.
Option 2: Knock Inuyasha out cold with blunt object.
Option 3: Fatally wound Inuyasha to the point where he loses so much blood he’s effectively rendered unconscious.
Personally, he liked Options 2 and 3 the most.
No, no, his father would hang him by his toes if he even considered making his fledgling son bleed in any way. Maybe he could...
As Sesshomaru entered the kitchen he caught sight of the dirty dishes that were still on the table and the absence of one particular individual that was supposed to have cleaned them.
“Inuyasha!” he growled in irritation.
The boy in question was lazily slung over the couch, flipping through different channels until he came upon one of his favorite shows.
“Yes! I didn’t miss it!” the hanyou exclaimed, sitting up straight, his attention solely on the pointless TV show where some ridiculous cartoon character found themselves trapped in the Feudal Age.
The Feudal Age... There was something familiar about those words...
Ah ha! That was it!
“Hey, mutt, move,” Sesshomaru called as he dismissed the messy plates in lieu of pissing off his little brother to watch his own show instead.
“Hey! I was watching that! It’s the final episode where they finally defeat the bad guy!”
“Oh give it up, they’ll never defeat the bad guy, not if those two siblings don’t start getting along,” Sesshomaru snorted, having already snatched the remote control away from his brother’s claws, clicking with purpose in hopes of finding something decidedly more informative.
“Well, yeah, but...” Inuyasha shut up as his attention was taken away from the remote control thief by the sounds of old Japanese being used on the TV. “What the hell is this?”
“Special on the Feudal Age,” Sesshomaru replied simply, missing the indigent look the younger inu shot him.
“Keh,” was Inuyasha’s only complaint. He could’ve gotten up and gone to watch his show in a different room, having effectively gotten away from his brother as well, but for some reason the “Special on the Feudal Age” had caught the hanyou’s attention.
“So, what exactly are your plans for today?” Sesshomaru asked as casually as he could. Obviously it wasn’t casual at all if the slightly horrified look his brother shot him was anything to go by. “Only so I can ruin it, mutt, not like I actually care.”
“Keh! Like I thought that!” Inuyasha said all too quickly. He turned his attention back to the TV, crossing his arms. “My friends are dragging me out for lunch or something, around 12:30pm, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Well, supposedly it’s a surprise or something, but Miroku let it slip during our daily jog the other day.”
“You can hardly call it a daily jog if you only do it twice, if even, a week.”
Inuyasha turned red with anger... at least that’s what he’d have liked his brother to believe as he added a pathetic growl to that as well.
“And that is a very predictable response.”
“Bastard.”
“Idiot.”
Silence ensued.
Sesshomaru took that as a blessing and decided he needed to get on with his initial battle plan if Inuyasha’s friends were taking him out at 12:30pm. That meant he only had about five and half hours to figure out a way to cancel the surprise lunch and or render his sibling unconscious or strip him nude and tie him to a bed and...
“Hey, Sesshomaru?” came a voice, interrupting Sesshomaru’s intricate plan of action... which basically consisted of nothing but blank space.
“What is it?” he asked irritably, causing Inuyasha to flinch. Sorry, was on the tip of the youkai’s tongue, but he quickly bit down on it to keep such an atrocity in.
“It’s just that... do you remember when we were children? How we used to go a few miles into the forest in our backyard and play near the lake?”
Sesshomaru remained silent, urging his sibling on with quiet acknowledgement.
“Heh,” Inuyasha, who was still staring sightlessly at the TV, smiled to himself. “We used to pretend we were these made-up characters, living in the old days where there weren’t any cars, let alone any other form of transportation save for our feet or a horse.”
“I could travel by teleportation, if I remember correctly,” Sesshomaru said suddenly, a brightness entering his eyes but not being allowed to grace his lips.
Inuyasha snorted. “Yeah, I remember. You could even turn into a monstrous white dog, right? Yeah, I remember alright. You would strut around like some damned cocky peacock and order me around like I was your slave.”
“That wasn’t make-believe, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru said quietly.
Inuyasha’s ears perked up curiously, his eyes turned to face Sesshomaru’s profile.
“It’s what all half-breeds ought to do when in the presence of their superiors,” the youkai finished, allowing a smirk of satisfaction to grace his façade when Inuyasha’s ears went back defensively, then perked up playfully as he growled and then pounced on his brother, throwing both young men to the floor in a flurry of arms and legs.
“Yeah right, bastard! I’m just as strong as you are and you know it!” was the rebuttal as Inuyasha grasped Sesshomaru’s shoulders, jutting his hips up against his brother’s stomach as leverage to switch their positions from lying on their sides so that the hanyou then came to straddle the demon.
“You should learn your station, worthless half-breed!” Sesshomaru recited, a flash of memory flickering through his eyes, as those had been the words he’d used once upon a time when wanting to get a reaction of anger from his little brother. And it worked even to this day.
However, the elder inu then narrowed his eyes, focusing on his brother’s orbs, which slightly startled Inuyasha. He then grabbed the hanyou’s slender hips, effectively flipping them over, Sesshomaru now being the one dominating the younger one’s smaller frame.
“Well, pardon me, Lord Sesshomaru. A lowly half-breed like me shouldn’t even be allowed to touch your royal, holier-than-thou self-!” Inuyasha started off jovially but stopped just as suddenly.
Something in the air had changed and Sesshomaru’s eyes glazed over with a lighter gold, his mouth slightly ajar, his breath increasing like he hadn’t used his body in ages and was only now coming back to his old self.
“Se-Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha asked, somewhat startled at the sudden electrical current pulsing heavily through the air around them.
It took a few moments for Sesshomaru’s eyes to focus on the one he was sitting upon, but when he finally regained sight in the body that he had long ago given up, he smiled which promptly freaked the hell out of Inuyasha.
“W-what the hell is wrong with you! Why are you looking at me like that?! What-!”
Never in all his life had he seen Sesshomaru smile. Let alone at him.
“Inuyasha...” came a breathy voice. Inuyasha had the decency to look around the room to see if anyone else was in it calling his name in a husky voice because it could not possibly be coming from his older brother who absolutely detested him in every way imaginable. “Inuyasha, you should not avoid your elder brother’s beckoning. Have I taught you no manners?”
Damn it! There it was again and absolutely no sign of another life force within at least one league of their enormous span of property!
And then long, deceivingly strong fingers gripped his chin and horrified gold eyes met lustrous honey.
“Otouto, you are being a tease,” Sesshomaru said, giving a toothy grin. “I must say you are quite fetching acting as an innocent bystander, coy even.”
“Fe-Fetching!? Otouto?! Where the hell are you from, the Feudal Era?! Stop fucking around with me, Sesshomaru, it isn’t funny anymore!” Inuyasha yelled out, struggling against his brother’s weight.
“Mmm, if you wish to enact as thus, I will accommodate your needs, Otouto.” Sesshomaru lowered his full body weight onto the smaller male below, comfortably nestling into his neck and scenting him. “I have longed to be with you like this again, Inuyasha, after all these centuries of waiting... and now I can finally have you.”
“H-Have me!?” Inuyasha eeped.
Sesshomaru snorted, allowing his tongue to peek out between the folds of his lips, lapping innocently at the pulse in the hanyou’s neck, fangs innocently scraping the sensitive skin.
“Whoa! Whoa! Wait! I’m just some lowly half-breed, right? You’ve said so before yourself. So why the hell are you touching my filthy skin!” Inuyasha said, desperate to have any kind of reason to get his brother the hell off of him.
A white head snapped back and sharp golden eyes narrowed. In that instant Inuyasha could have sworn he saw a flash of markings appear on Sesshomaru’s otherwise completely clear skin... It almost looked like he had magenta colored stripes on his cheeks... two of them... and a moon on his forehead... but in the next blink of eyes his face was completely clear again.
“You will not speak of yourself as such! And I forbade you to throw those meaningless words back at me! Have I not proven to you since the night of our joining that I think and have always thought that you were and are my equal!” the youkai demanded, his eyes flickering with anger. Though looking deeper into them, Inuyasha could also see that there was fear. Fear of rejection, of loss.
“I-” was all that Inuyasha could manage to get out, too stunned to form anything coherent that could possibly pacify the demon on top of him.
“I have said many things in the past that hurt you, Otouto, but that was only to protect myself.”
“Protect yourself... from what?”
What the hell was he doing? Why the fuck was he indulging Sesshomaru in his little mind game?! Why did he even care? Why the hell was he even curious to know the answer?!
“From you.”
“Me?!” Now that wasn’t the answer he had been expecting.
“Yes. You threatened everything I knew, everything I had been taught,” Sesshomaru said. Seeing Inuyasha falter at this he continued, clarifying his meaning. “I grew up knowing power; that it could only be gained by the strong and controlled by the ruthless. I never allowed myself to indulge in my emotions and feelings for others. Not until you did my façade of ice melt.”
“Not until me...” Inuyasha murmured as the youkai started nuzzling him under his chin again.
What on earth was wrong with Sesshomaru?! He had never been like this toward his filthy hanyou brother and now... Oh God, what if it was some sort of cruel joke and he was taping it for the entire world to see!?
“Get off!” Inuyasha yelled suddenly, pushing his body upwards in hopes of helping his brother to get the general idea of getting the fuck off of him.
The only sound that came in reply was a ‘Mmm’ and “I plan on doing just that, Otouto.”
Inuyasha’s thought process came to a screeching stop, his brain having a head-on collision with his forehead.
HE PLANNED ON DOING WHAT?!
Chapter end.