Black and White World
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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5,987
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9
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chapter 3 - Black and White world, 2nd part
I had wanted to wait for some more versions but it seems that no body else is going to post... oh well, chapter-uploading will be left :D you can still add (do it! XD)
... I might also admit that I was itching to give you this... so enjoy... :)
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2nd part
Their lips parted after a moment that was too sweet to last. Inuyasha’s cheeks had a deadly paleness while streams of blood flowed from the corners of his lips curved into a smile indiscernible in its meaning. The melancholic haze in his half-lidded eyes glowed one last time as he whispered:
“Mine.”
His whisper wasn’t much more than the last breath of a dying person. With fluttering eyelids he closed his eyes and his body slipped away. The hanyou’s limp fingers that had cupped the face of his brother trailed down his cheeks in their fall, painting tears of blood on the smooth skin with the little droplets glittering like precious rubies. The lifeless body fell to the ground, his fire red armor darkened by the growing patch of blood contrasting with the silvery snow white of his hair spread out on the ground covered in the sakura snow mingled with the spilt life. His hands and his face, strangely peaceful, had an otherworldly beauty in their last moments of life.
For the first time in his life Sesshomaru sank to his knees. His body, face and hands were soiled in the blood of his brother. The demon sword he had led with perfect, deadly perfection had speared his brother to the hilt but Sesshomaru felt no joy about his victory. Before his eyes played those last seconds that had passed with the slowness of honey.
With a smile lusting for death and decay his brother had thrown away his sword, accepting his brother’s weapon with open arms right into his chest with a delighted expression. Both had stood there shivering in their immobility, unable to believe what had happened, before Inuyasha’s hands, white and untouched by the sinfully spilled red life, rose to his brother’s soiled face and gently guided the unresisting youkai in one last bittersweet kiss.
Sesshomaru stared at his hands covered in blood. Somewhere in the back of his head he registered Inuyasha’s comrades backing away in shock and fear. He heard Jaken take Rin away and suddenly they were alone under the sakura trees. His thought revolved only around his brother.
Why had he thrown away his sword, knowing that he would be killed?
Why had he relinquished his protection?
And why, why had he said ‘mine’?
He, Sesshomaru, was the hunter, the one who had chased and caught him. He was the aggressive one, the dominator. So how could his brother believe that he had ensnared him?
The beast within Sesshomaru roared in agony, threatening to make him go mad. His mind weakened under some sort of stupor caused by unknown pains. He couldn’t fight the beast anymore and felt it invade him, eating him from the inside. To his surprise, he didn’t really mind it.
His string arms picked up the limp body of his brother, covered in sakura petals like purest snow. Inuyasha weighted almost nothing as he carried him to a nearby flat rock. He laid him down like he would have gently deposed a lover. With a fast movement he pulled out his sword, throwing it somewhere behind him. Tensaiga pulsated in its sheath, begging him to be brought down on the little reaper demons of hell who already came closer and closer. But Sesshomaru hesitated.
His soiled hands hovered over the peaceful face of his dead brother, ethereal in its deadly beauty. He knew that if he revived his brother, something would change forever; tearing both of them away from everything they had believed to be right. And yet, his heart longed for those hazed, melancholic eyes of gold decorated with the burning red of blood in his black and white world. Suddenly he realized that his heart had already been captured by these colors intruding in his world.
Soundlessly his sword passed through the reaper demons, killing them before they could complete their task. Only the wind and the rustling sakura trees’ sound reached Sesshomaru’s ears as he watched the life flow back into his brother. Under their once again trembling lids golden eyes glazed with melancholy peeked at him through the heavy lashes. Sesshomaru bend down and kissed his brother back to life. A whisper escaped Inuyasha’s lips as they parted:
“I hoped you’d end it for me…”
His hands grabbed Sesshomaru’s and laid them in a strangling grip around his own neck.
“Release me, Sesshomaru, with your own hands…”
Sesshomaru chuckled, an unreadable dark expression in his eyes.
“As if I’d let you escape on your own.”
His hand slid down the neck and traced the little scars his teeth had left on that winter day. With his other hand he lifted up his brother’s chin up for the last step to sealing their madness. Just before they met, he heard a whispered:
“Jerk.”
Then they melt together. Sesshomaru noticed absentmindedly that he had become the beast within himself and he felt stronger than ever before. He didn’t know what would come after this dream drowning in sakura snow but he didn’t care for red and gold had returned to his now perfect world of black and white.
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please review... it feeds my soul... and my inspiration :D
... I might also admit that I was itching to give you this... so enjoy... :)
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2nd part
Their lips parted after a moment that was too sweet to last. Inuyasha’s cheeks had a deadly paleness while streams of blood flowed from the corners of his lips curved into a smile indiscernible in its meaning. The melancholic haze in his half-lidded eyes glowed one last time as he whispered:
“Mine.”
His whisper wasn’t much more than the last breath of a dying person. With fluttering eyelids he closed his eyes and his body slipped away. The hanyou’s limp fingers that had cupped the face of his brother trailed down his cheeks in their fall, painting tears of blood on the smooth skin with the little droplets glittering like precious rubies. The lifeless body fell to the ground, his fire red armor darkened by the growing patch of blood contrasting with the silvery snow white of his hair spread out on the ground covered in the sakura snow mingled with the spilt life. His hands and his face, strangely peaceful, had an otherworldly beauty in their last moments of life.
For the first time in his life Sesshomaru sank to his knees. His body, face and hands were soiled in the blood of his brother. The demon sword he had led with perfect, deadly perfection had speared his brother to the hilt but Sesshomaru felt no joy about his victory. Before his eyes played those last seconds that had passed with the slowness of honey.
With a smile lusting for death and decay his brother had thrown away his sword, accepting his brother’s weapon with open arms right into his chest with a delighted expression. Both had stood there shivering in their immobility, unable to believe what had happened, before Inuyasha’s hands, white and untouched by the sinfully spilled red life, rose to his brother’s soiled face and gently guided the unresisting youkai in one last bittersweet kiss.
Sesshomaru stared at his hands covered in blood. Somewhere in the back of his head he registered Inuyasha’s comrades backing away in shock and fear. He heard Jaken take Rin away and suddenly they were alone under the sakura trees. His thought revolved only around his brother.
Why had he thrown away his sword, knowing that he would be killed?
Why had he relinquished his protection?
And why, why had he said ‘mine’?
He, Sesshomaru, was the hunter, the one who had chased and caught him. He was the aggressive one, the dominator. So how could his brother believe that he had ensnared him?
The beast within Sesshomaru roared in agony, threatening to make him go mad. His mind weakened under some sort of stupor caused by unknown pains. He couldn’t fight the beast anymore and felt it invade him, eating him from the inside. To his surprise, he didn’t really mind it.
His string arms picked up the limp body of his brother, covered in sakura petals like purest snow. Inuyasha weighted almost nothing as he carried him to a nearby flat rock. He laid him down like he would have gently deposed a lover. With a fast movement he pulled out his sword, throwing it somewhere behind him. Tensaiga pulsated in its sheath, begging him to be brought down on the little reaper demons of hell who already came closer and closer. But Sesshomaru hesitated.
His soiled hands hovered over the peaceful face of his dead brother, ethereal in its deadly beauty. He knew that if he revived his brother, something would change forever; tearing both of them away from everything they had believed to be right. And yet, his heart longed for those hazed, melancholic eyes of gold decorated with the burning red of blood in his black and white world. Suddenly he realized that his heart had already been captured by these colors intruding in his world.
Soundlessly his sword passed through the reaper demons, killing them before they could complete their task. Only the wind and the rustling sakura trees’ sound reached Sesshomaru’s ears as he watched the life flow back into his brother. Under their once again trembling lids golden eyes glazed with melancholy peeked at him through the heavy lashes. Sesshomaru bend down and kissed his brother back to life. A whisper escaped Inuyasha’s lips as they parted:
“I hoped you’d end it for me…”
His hands grabbed Sesshomaru’s and laid them in a strangling grip around his own neck.
“Release me, Sesshomaru, with your own hands…”
Sesshomaru chuckled, an unreadable dark expression in his eyes.
“As if I’d let you escape on your own.”
His hand slid down the neck and traced the little scars his teeth had left on that winter day. With his other hand he lifted up his brother’s chin up for the last step to sealing their madness. Just before they met, he heard a whispered:
“Jerk.”
Then they melt together. Sesshomaru noticed absentmindedly that he had become the beast within himself and he felt stronger than ever before. He didn’t know what would come after this dream drowning in sakura snow but he didn’t care for red and gold had returned to his now perfect world of black and white.
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please review... it feeds my soul... and my inspiration :D