Broken Sword

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Author’s Notes: Italics equals thinking

Waking up Part Two

“Inu…” Sesshoumaru’s voice croaked out his head slightly up. Inuyasha turned to see his brothers eyes flash, for one second, from a feverish sick pale yellow he’d tried fruitlessly to ignore earlier to their original golden color then slide swiftly back into that damned sickening color as Sesshoumaru passed out. Inuyasha felt his gut tighten as he looked at his brother who’s eyes were only half-shut even though he slept. He wanted, he wanted to cry not in pain or anything like that but cry for the loss of such a great youkai. How had his brother fallen so far? How had his brother fallen to this state? Who had done this? Inuyasha despratly wanted someone to balme, kill. He'd find who'd done this to his brother oh yes and they would pay dearly for their mistake.

It had been obvious Naraku hadn’t been the first, without the jewel he was weaker that Inuyasha without his sword and wounded. But the question remained who had taken down the Lord of the Western Lands? Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed as he went to relieve himself.

He zipped us his black jeans the ones he only wore while he was trying to remain outside the view of the media or in the house because they were comfortable looking down to smooth out a wrinkle and froze. In the trash can where he’d disposed of what was left of Sesshoumaru’s clothing he’d glimpsed blue silk. Sesshoumaru wore silver, as all Inu lords were bid, himself didn’t count because he’d never been a lord. Slowly he bent over and fished the piece out, a horrified look spread across his face that his unconscious had an inkling feeling that it was going to be there a while, a long while.

East, the damn Lord of the East, like he hadn’t fucked with the Western lands enough. Inuyasha growled and had any human been in earshot they would have heard what probably resembled something that reminded them of a werewolf from a horror movie, had they seen him, it would have seemed that way too. The East he remembered had once tried to take the Western lands before, if he was correct they still had the same Youkai lord as well. Also… Inuyasha gagged and puked into the toilet in front of him, vaguely he applauded himself for aiming so well but his mind was else where. Very far from where he was now.

*Flashback*

Inuyasha put a hand across his own mouth to keep from crying out, he’d been looking for his ball out behind one of the Harem houses, because they’d hid it again. He’d over heard his father's followers that day, Sesshoumaru was going to be given out for the night to the Lord of the Eastern lands as a trade to keep him off their lands but he hadn’t understood. Now he did as much as a child his age could understand. As he heard Sesshoumaru cry out, screamed, sobbed, and whimpered for him to stop but the pounding of flesh against flesh and the dull thuds of a body being shoved against wood hadn’t stopped. Inuyasha didn’t know what was being done at the time but that it hurt Sesshoumaru. He’d stood there for the longest time before the urge to run overrode the fear that froze him. But he’d wanted to know, why were they hurting Sesshoumaru? So he’d looked, poked his head through one of the slightly cracked open screen doors to see blue. A mass of blue silk jacket fluttering by a wind created by a motion, and blood before the screen was quickly shut by one of the harems, who seemed to be lying on the ground for no reason with a hand over her heart.

*End of Flashback*

Now that he remembered he realized why she’d been on the ground, it was likely he’d used all their harems till they died or began to die underneath his ministrations. He also remembered Sesshoumaru had never smiled again after that or ever showed any other emotion now that Inuyasha thought about it. And the more he thought about that he realized why they had always tried to kill each other. It was because Sesshoumaru had felt wronged that Inuyasha got the better sword yet he had paid the price, had done everything his father told him, yet Inuyasha had gotten the sword he’d wanted. It was only then Inuyasha realized his hands shook, god, if he had been old enough he would have sliced and diced the motherfucker in the act. Inuyasha tried to regain control over himself, running into the feudal era with a sword and start killing people wasn’t a good idea, at least not until he could get Sesshoumaru to approve it. He didn’t want emasculate his brother any farther than he already had been, if ever recover he could kill the bastard himself that's how the old Sesshoumaru would have wanted.

‘So the damn eastern fucker had decided to take the one youkai he hadn’t been able to break the first time,’ Inuyasha thought. Which Inuyasha had realized had been the ultimate goal of raping Sesshoumaru. ‘Break the next Inu-youkai lord and take over Inu land easily but when Sesshoumaru hadn’t broken he’d just decided to finish the job he’d started, how kind of him.’

Inuyasha snapped out of his thoughts as he heard his brother sob and ran to his side, tears ran down his brothers face, a fever had set in, a demon fever. Inuyasha knew modern medicine wouldn’t work on this because well he’d tried it. Inuyasha jumped onto his brother, making sure to avoid his brother’s wounds. His knees sinking into the bed. With a sudden urge (and if your not familiar with Inuyasha’s character he doesn’t usually fight his urges) and with that he sprinkled light kisses over his brothers face, trying vainly to calm him down, his hands framing his brother’s face. The youkai’s noises were screeching, Inuyasha wincing repeatedly at the strong, piercing sound it hurt his ears. Finally just to get the screaming and sobbing youkai to shut-up he kissed him full on the mouth.