Infatuation of a cold heart
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chapter two
Reminders and warnings: Response to challenge by Tsukiyomi, AU, OOC, Yaoi,
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Chapter two
Inuyasha almost winced at the Inu-youkai’s harsh voice. He had sat there and listened to his hateful words and did nothing. ‘You’re so pathetic’ He drowned out Sesshomaru’s voice as the monologue became repetitive. He had heard this one too many times. “Half-breed, you reflect poorly on this Sesshomaru’s visage,” his toned voice led his misleading words deceptively. The sky had turned into a dark haze of grey clouds. A rumbling sound crackled in the distance. Autumns first rain fall had begun.
They still stood in the foggy dampness. Droplets of rain pelted there bodies and soaked their long hair and contrasting outfits. Inuyasha stood there in a dull pale red Yukata, the material looked scratchy with threads coming out everywhere and it was tied together with a longs strip of ripped black fabric. He was barefoot and barred no sign of formalities. He didn’t deter his gaze from Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru’s looked intently at Inuyasha. The hanyou’s disheveled outfit twisted strangely off his small body, but oddly the hanyou glowed. The rain had moistened his face, leaving beads of water to dot his lips and drip down his nose and chin. His pure white hair was stuck onto his forehead, clung to his skull and cascaded down the front of his body like a rushing water fall. His eyes; which eerily mirrored his own were swollen and squinted, but it held no injustice to his image. His dark lashes stuck together from the moister gathering in the atmosphere. Sesshmaru gazed in pure desire, pure love. The smell of rain mixed with Inuyasha’s enticing aura was too much to handle.
He shot out with such swiftness that the wind would not be able to keep pace with his haste. Sesshomaru grasped the hanyou with his strong arms. His elegantly clawed hands clutched Inuyasha’s arms firmly and droplets of blood stained his pale homely yukata. His eyes were strained with a looks that carried an array of mysterious emotions. It was unknown the hanyou to see that look in Sesshomaru’s eyes.
Sesshomaru breathing became labored; true to its form when in the presence of Inuyasha. He was lost in what he would do. He could not escape the situation he was now in. Inuyasha’s eyes tensed into baffled pools of disarray as Sesshomaru continued to stare at him with his intense glare. He internally conflicted with himself. His proud, cold and calm conscious mind battled with his ferocious and instinct driven youki. This time his youki won.
‘What is he doing?’ Inuyasha’s mouth twitched as he stopped himself from making his thoughts known.
The youkai leaned in closer to the hanyou. His mouth slightly opened as he slowly licked his lips in anticipation. His eyes moved to concentrate on Inuyasha’s supple lips. Inuyasha didn’t seem to notice where Sesshomaru’s eyes were looking, as he was too busy trying to wriggle his way out of the
Youkia’s tight grip. Sesshomaru fought himself as the hanyou’s neck came into clear range, it begged to be suckled. He felt the pit of his stomach twist, and his lower regions tense. His sheer desire for possession was almost overbearing. He wanted the hanyou screaming, panting, moaning and most of all, calling his name over and over. ‘Control yourself fool’.
His claws immediately withdrew themselves from the hanyou’s flesh, still dripping with blood. Without further warning he strode off back to his studies, leaving a very disheveled hanyou to deal with his utter confusion. ‘What kind of weird punishment was that?’
*
The wind blew harshly, accompanying the heavy rain. The young ookami slave gave the slave master a disgusted look as the arm re-attached it’s self onto the mangled stump. He watched as the higher class demon tensed and stretched his newly attached arm. “You went too far,” Kouga seethed at the slave master. He was overwhelmed by the urge to slash him with his tensed claws.
The slave master gazed at the estranged ookami and smirked. “Why had you not told me he was that Sesshomaru’s slave?” He was ragged with himself when he thought back on how he lost his cool. He had actually found himself scared for his life. “I nearly got dismembered in the process.” His voice was once again collected and he regained his composure.
“I’m trying to run away with him, not scare him off.” He hissed, subconsciously worrying about the Inu-youkai hearing him.
“You should just be happy I obliged to help you” The slave master got up from the ground, trying to save as much dignity as he could. He stood high and proud, ignoring his self-conscious feelings. His mind was entranced with his little game of deception. “Why do you like that half-breed so much anyway?” He smirked when he saw the scowl in the wolf slave’s face.
“You’re a half-breed too,” Kouga dared to hiss. The slave masters crimson eyes settled into small slits as his gaze carried the burden of murderous intent.
“I suggest you refrain you’re your defiant attitude ookami.” The slave master was roused; his pelt was rubbed the wrong way. He clutched the whip with greater force. In an instant Kouga could tell he went too far. The hanyou in front of him darkened, the aura around him became thick with loathing. Kouga wanted to taunt more, but knew he was good as slaughtered if he did so.
“I’m going Naraku,” Kouga’s clenched his hands and his knuckles turned white. I wanted to sweep the little hanyou is his whirlwind of desire and carry him away from the oppression of slaves. He bowed quickly leaving Naraku glaring hatefully. ‘I’m going to have you.’
*
Inuyasha tossed in his efforts to sleep. The branches of the willow tree he sat in gave him a mock sense of security as they hugged around him. His body shifted uncontrollably and he gazed to the side in a frustrated manner and glared into the darkness. ‘What was that look in his eyes?’ Inuyasha pondered. They did not give there usual spiritless gaze but they held a drive of sheer passion. Inuyasha lay staring up at the night sky and gazed at the glistening stars.
Sesshomaru was getting to him lately. It was beyond strange the way he acted. Inuyasha remembered how Sesshomaru was always like--desolate, beyond cold, detached. But now he was detached in a different way. Detached from his original self, he seethed with an animal instinct. Those eyes, those chilling eyes, were different. They still shot stings of fury towards others, but when at him, they were intense and powerful. ‘Why had he clutched me in his arms?’ Inuyasha subconsciously reached his hand to touch the punctured arm. He touched the ripped yukata and gently stroked the rough fabric. He remembered how Sesshomaru would do anything to avoid touching him, even when they were children.
He clutched his head as many thoughts hurdled through it and scratched it furiously. He closed his eyes and confessed to himself. ‘You liked it.’ He did. That one small show of attention had exited him. It wasn’t the immediate touch he received that had made him so exited, but it was who had done it. Familiar emotions swept over him like a title wave.
His face grew slightly flushed. He mumbled to himself “Great, don’t tell me I have feelings for that--” ‘Bastard? You only wish you thought of him that way’. Inuyasha felt embarrassed when he thought of Sesshomaru. That demon made his skin tingle. He wanted to deny his feelings. He remembered the rush he felt when he saw his gorgeous master in the rain. His silk outfits clung to his body; revealing his godly form. He shifted uncomfortably once again. He shook those feelings away; they were foolish, they were useless.
Inuyasha gazed at the stars.
-600 years in the past-
The boy’s mother lay on her bed, slowly but evenly breathing. She was his life, his evening star, his protector from all things bad. He didn’t understand the scorn he got from the villagers, their look, or their poisonous word. Too young and innocent to understand the concept of hate. Not even the other children wanted to look at him let alone let him join in with their games.
These were the reasons he would not venture away from his masters house and worked in the closed off courtyard, away from the world. He only ventured out when he was ordered to. His mother being sick had made it difficult, because he now had twice than before. Today was no different. The boy sat beside his mother not knowing what would happen next. He gazed out at the sliding door and listened to the sounds of the first rain fall of autumn. “Inuyasha” His mother gasped out. The boy’s attention was instantly drawn to her.
“Don’t speak mother, you are too weak. You have to get better so we can go on more picnics,” Inuyasha pleaded. When they were able to have some free time to themselves, his mother would take him to the east hills where humanities diseases of scorn and animosity had not yet plagued. They would watch as the sun fell into the distance and she would just hold him in her warm embrace whispering tender words of compassion into her sweet baby boy’s downy ears. His mother smiled and she reached her hand out to her sons face. She traced it lightly with her now slightly aged hands.
“Inuyasha, I feel the life within me leaving slowly,” she gasped. Inuyasha’s eyes widened a bit. Tears slowly poured down his face. They seared like hot oil and he felt the salty liquid burn his chapped skin. He didn’t want to believe it.
“No! You can’t,” he sobbed, “You can’t leave me.” He reached his arm for her and held onto her not allowing her to let go. Izayoi’s hand gently stroked her son’s hair. She would have sold her soul a thousand times over just to be with her son just for a minute longer. She used all her strength and get up from her lying position and slid her arms protectively around his small body.
“Inuyasha…” Izayoi weakly lay back down, not able to finish her sentence.
“Mother? Don’t leave me.” Inuyasha gasped out, his tears overwhelming him. He held onto her tightly. Izayoi’s eye’s filled with tears. She was leaving her son open to the evils of the world. She closed her eyes for a moment as the tears ran down her face. Her hand traced his face for the last time; slowly and gently she caressed the outline of his small freckled nose, his rounded cheeks, over his beautiful lips, and then to a flesh wound he received from their master. “I fell.”
“… don’t ever…want to see your beautiful face scarred,” Her breathing became more painful and labored. Her breath almost ran out, but she muffled him last words, to reprise her love. “ I…love you.” Izayoi’s body went numb, her breath and life ran out, right before her son. Her fingers fell gently from his horrified face.
“No!! No!” He screamed. His sobs were violent. Tears were coming down his face uncontrollably. He held onto her not letting go. Inuyasha still lay on his mother crying so hard, the back of his throat burned in pain. His desperate sobs turned into small whimper as it became too painful. He was still clutching onto he, still sobbing and still buried in her embrace. He shook her lightly, still not believing she was gone. “Mommy?” he rasped.
She remained motionless; her body slowly growing cold.
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Inuyasha’s breathing became heavier as he thought about that one instant in his life he had never been able to accept. He brought his slender hand to his swollen eye. He almost jumped at the sensation. ‘I’m sorry mother’. He felt the tears coming, they threatened to come out but he was stopped by the noise of distant foot steps. They came slowly and evenly. He quickly shot his head towards the sound. His eyes landed on the graceful dog demon.
“Hanyou, you are to clean every inch of my library. Every shelf, every book, every page.” Sesshomaru controlled his voice, he was once again seemingly detached from the world. If he did not carry himself with such a dignified and aloof manner he would have ran his clawed hands violently through his hair and ripped out the long tresses. He was not stressed, no. He was dying inside. His soul that hibernated deep within him was slowly shriveling. He ignored every stifle of yearning, every deep rooted roar it bellowed and every cry of tortured anguish it freely emitted. “Get back to your sleeping quarters” his voice held nothing. He wanted to glare, but he could only stand there completely lost.
“…Hai.” Inuyasha managed to get out a simple yes and jumped from the tree. He stepped a bit closer to Sesshomaru and bowed ceremoniously, as all slaves were expected to do. ‘Slave’ he chastised himself.
As Inuyasha passed his master he didn’t notice the yearning in his eyes. Sesshomaru stood silently, alone and in the darkness of the night. He wanted to clutch his chest from the physical aching he now felt. Inuyasha not only clouded his ability to think in a clear manner, but it hurt. It hurt from the very depth of his darkness. How long? How long had it been since he was plagued with that flaw? He still stood staring out into the damp night sky as Inuyasha continued to walk away from him. The wind gently blew across his face and he willed back his emotions. How long would he be able to keep this up?
*
*hopes it was good*
If anyone didn't catch one thing important about the flashback, Inuyasha is a little over 600. ( I know really old)
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Chapter two
Inuyasha almost winced at the Inu-youkai’s harsh voice. He had sat there and listened to his hateful words and did nothing. ‘You’re so pathetic’ He drowned out Sesshomaru’s voice as the monologue became repetitive. He had heard this one too many times. “Half-breed, you reflect poorly on this Sesshomaru’s visage,” his toned voice led his misleading words deceptively. The sky had turned into a dark haze of grey clouds. A rumbling sound crackled in the distance. Autumns first rain fall had begun.
They still stood in the foggy dampness. Droplets of rain pelted there bodies and soaked their long hair and contrasting outfits. Inuyasha stood there in a dull pale red Yukata, the material looked scratchy with threads coming out everywhere and it was tied together with a longs strip of ripped black fabric. He was barefoot and barred no sign of formalities. He didn’t deter his gaze from Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru’s looked intently at Inuyasha. The hanyou’s disheveled outfit twisted strangely off his small body, but oddly the hanyou glowed. The rain had moistened his face, leaving beads of water to dot his lips and drip down his nose and chin. His pure white hair was stuck onto his forehead, clung to his skull and cascaded down the front of his body like a rushing water fall. His eyes; which eerily mirrored his own were swollen and squinted, but it held no injustice to his image. His dark lashes stuck together from the moister gathering in the atmosphere. Sesshmaru gazed in pure desire, pure love. The smell of rain mixed with Inuyasha’s enticing aura was too much to handle.
He shot out with such swiftness that the wind would not be able to keep pace with his haste. Sesshomaru grasped the hanyou with his strong arms. His elegantly clawed hands clutched Inuyasha’s arms firmly and droplets of blood stained his pale homely yukata. His eyes were strained with a looks that carried an array of mysterious emotions. It was unknown the hanyou to see that look in Sesshomaru’s eyes.
Sesshomaru breathing became labored; true to its form when in the presence of Inuyasha. He was lost in what he would do. He could not escape the situation he was now in. Inuyasha’s eyes tensed into baffled pools of disarray as Sesshomaru continued to stare at him with his intense glare. He internally conflicted with himself. His proud, cold and calm conscious mind battled with his ferocious and instinct driven youki. This time his youki won.
‘What is he doing?’ Inuyasha’s mouth twitched as he stopped himself from making his thoughts known.
The youkai leaned in closer to the hanyou. His mouth slightly opened as he slowly licked his lips in anticipation. His eyes moved to concentrate on Inuyasha’s supple lips. Inuyasha didn’t seem to notice where Sesshomaru’s eyes were looking, as he was too busy trying to wriggle his way out of the
Youkia’s tight grip. Sesshomaru fought himself as the hanyou’s neck came into clear range, it begged to be suckled. He felt the pit of his stomach twist, and his lower regions tense. His sheer desire for possession was almost overbearing. He wanted the hanyou screaming, panting, moaning and most of all, calling his name over and over. ‘Control yourself fool’.
His claws immediately withdrew themselves from the hanyou’s flesh, still dripping with blood. Without further warning he strode off back to his studies, leaving a very disheveled hanyou to deal with his utter confusion. ‘What kind of weird punishment was that?’
*
The wind blew harshly, accompanying the heavy rain. The young ookami slave gave the slave master a disgusted look as the arm re-attached it’s self onto the mangled stump. He watched as the higher class demon tensed and stretched his newly attached arm. “You went too far,” Kouga seethed at the slave master. He was overwhelmed by the urge to slash him with his tensed claws.
The slave master gazed at the estranged ookami and smirked. “Why had you not told me he was that Sesshomaru’s slave?” He was ragged with himself when he thought back on how he lost his cool. He had actually found himself scared for his life. “I nearly got dismembered in the process.” His voice was once again collected and he regained his composure.
“I’m trying to run away with him, not scare him off.” He hissed, subconsciously worrying about the Inu-youkai hearing him.
“You should just be happy I obliged to help you” The slave master got up from the ground, trying to save as much dignity as he could. He stood high and proud, ignoring his self-conscious feelings. His mind was entranced with his little game of deception. “Why do you like that half-breed so much anyway?” He smirked when he saw the scowl in the wolf slave’s face.
“You’re a half-breed too,” Kouga dared to hiss. The slave masters crimson eyes settled into small slits as his gaze carried the burden of murderous intent.
“I suggest you refrain you’re your defiant attitude ookami.” The slave master was roused; his pelt was rubbed the wrong way. He clutched the whip with greater force. In an instant Kouga could tell he went too far. The hanyou in front of him darkened, the aura around him became thick with loathing. Kouga wanted to taunt more, but knew he was good as slaughtered if he did so.
“I’m going Naraku,” Kouga’s clenched his hands and his knuckles turned white. I wanted to sweep the little hanyou is his whirlwind of desire and carry him away from the oppression of slaves. He bowed quickly leaving Naraku glaring hatefully. ‘I’m going to have you.’
*
Inuyasha tossed in his efforts to sleep. The branches of the willow tree he sat in gave him a mock sense of security as they hugged around him. His body shifted uncontrollably and he gazed to the side in a frustrated manner and glared into the darkness. ‘What was that look in his eyes?’ Inuyasha pondered. They did not give there usual spiritless gaze but they held a drive of sheer passion. Inuyasha lay staring up at the night sky and gazed at the glistening stars.
Sesshomaru was getting to him lately. It was beyond strange the way he acted. Inuyasha remembered how Sesshomaru was always like--desolate, beyond cold, detached. But now he was detached in a different way. Detached from his original self, he seethed with an animal instinct. Those eyes, those chilling eyes, were different. They still shot stings of fury towards others, but when at him, they were intense and powerful. ‘Why had he clutched me in his arms?’ Inuyasha subconsciously reached his hand to touch the punctured arm. He touched the ripped yukata and gently stroked the rough fabric. He remembered how Sesshomaru would do anything to avoid touching him, even when they were children.
He clutched his head as many thoughts hurdled through it and scratched it furiously. He closed his eyes and confessed to himself. ‘You liked it.’ He did. That one small show of attention had exited him. It wasn’t the immediate touch he received that had made him so exited, but it was who had done it. Familiar emotions swept over him like a title wave.
His face grew slightly flushed. He mumbled to himself “Great, don’t tell me I have feelings for that--” ‘Bastard? You only wish you thought of him that way’. Inuyasha felt embarrassed when he thought of Sesshomaru. That demon made his skin tingle. He wanted to deny his feelings. He remembered the rush he felt when he saw his gorgeous master in the rain. His silk outfits clung to his body; revealing his godly form. He shifted uncomfortably once again. He shook those feelings away; they were foolish, they were useless.
Inuyasha gazed at the stars.
-600 years in the past-
The boy’s mother lay on her bed, slowly but evenly breathing. She was his life, his evening star, his protector from all things bad. He didn’t understand the scorn he got from the villagers, their look, or their poisonous word. Too young and innocent to understand the concept of hate. Not even the other children wanted to look at him let alone let him join in with their games.
These were the reasons he would not venture away from his masters house and worked in the closed off courtyard, away from the world. He only ventured out when he was ordered to. His mother being sick had made it difficult, because he now had twice than before. Today was no different. The boy sat beside his mother not knowing what would happen next. He gazed out at the sliding door and listened to the sounds of the first rain fall of autumn. “Inuyasha” His mother gasped out. The boy’s attention was instantly drawn to her.
“Don’t speak mother, you are too weak. You have to get better so we can go on more picnics,” Inuyasha pleaded. When they were able to have some free time to themselves, his mother would take him to the east hills where humanities diseases of scorn and animosity had not yet plagued. They would watch as the sun fell into the distance and she would just hold him in her warm embrace whispering tender words of compassion into her sweet baby boy’s downy ears. His mother smiled and she reached her hand out to her sons face. She traced it lightly with her now slightly aged hands.
“Inuyasha, I feel the life within me leaving slowly,” she gasped. Inuyasha’s eyes widened a bit. Tears slowly poured down his face. They seared like hot oil and he felt the salty liquid burn his chapped skin. He didn’t want to believe it.
“No! You can’t,” he sobbed, “You can’t leave me.” He reached his arm for her and held onto her not allowing her to let go. Izayoi’s hand gently stroked her son’s hair. She would have sold her soul a thousand times over just to be with her son just for a minute longer. She used all her strength and get up from her lying position and slid her arms protectively around his small body.
“Inuyasha…” Izayoi weakly lay back down, not able to finish her sentence.
“Mother? Don’t leave me.” Inuyasha gasped out, his tears overwhelming him. He held onto her tightly. Izayoi’s eye’s filled with tears. She was leaving her son open to the evils of the world. She closed her eyes for a moment as the tears ran down her face. Her hand traced his face for the last time; slowly and gently she caressed the outline of his small freckled nose, his rounded cheeks, over his beautiful lips, and then to a flesh wound he received from their master. “I fell.”
“… don’t ever…want to see your beautiful face scarred,” Her breathing became more painful and labored. Her breath almost ran out, but she muffled him last words, to reprise her love. “ I…love you.” Izayoi’s body went numb, her breath and life ran out, right before her son. Her fingers fell gently from his horrified face.
“No!! No!” He screamed. His sobs were violent. Tears were coming down his face uncontrollably. He held onto her not letting go. Inuyasha still lay on his mother crying so hard, the back of his throat burned in pain. His desperate sobs turned into small whimper as it became too painful. He was still clutching onto he, still sobbing and still buried in her embrace. He shook her lightly, still not believing she was gone. “Mommy?” he rasped.
She remained motionless; her body slowly growing cold.
---
Inuyasha’s breathing became heavier as he thought about that one instant in his life he had never been able to accept. He brought his slender hand to his swollen eye. He almost jumped at the sensation. ‘I’m sorry mother’. He felt the tears coming, they threatened to come out but he was stopped by the noise of distant foot steps. They came slowly and evenly. He quickly shot his head towards the sound. His eyes landed on the graceful dog demon.
“Hanyou, you are to clean every inch of my library. Every shelf, every book, every page.” Sesshomaru controlled his voice, he was once again seemingly detached from the world. If he did not carry himself with such a dignified and aloof manner he would have ran his clawed hands violently through his hair and ripped out the long tresses. He was not stressed, no. He was dying inside. His soul that hibernated deep within him was slowly shriveling. He ignored every stifle of yearning, every deep rooted roar it bellowed and every cry of tortured anguish it freely emitted. “Get back to your sleeping quarters” his voice held nothing. He wanted to glare, but he could only stand there completely lost.
“…Hai.” Inuyasha managed to get out a simple yes and jumped from the tree. He stepped a bit closer to Sesshomaru and bowed ceremoniously, as all slaves were expected to do. ‘Slave’ he chastised himself.
As Inuyasha passed his master he didn’t notice the yearning in his eyes. Sesshomaru stood silently, alone and in the darkness of the night. He wanted to clutch his chest from the physical aching he now felt. Inuyasha not only clouded his ability to think in a clear manner, but it hurt. It hurt from the very depth of his darkness. How long? How long had it been since he was plagued with that flaw? He still stood staring out into the damp night sky as Inuyasha continued to walk away from him. The wind gently blew across his face and he willed back his emotions. How long would he be able to keep this up?
*
*hopes it was good*
If anyone didn't catch one thing important about the flashback, Inuyasha is a little over 600. ( I know really old)