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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Sesshōmaru/Rin
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Adult ++
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6
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The Aftermath (otherwise known as carnage makes me hungry)
Quick notes- Hi! This is my first fic of my return to the fanfiction world and my first ever dabbling in Inuyasha. I have been away on a 5 year hiatus that has no excuse. If you have any comments for me, or just want to get to know me, anything is welcome. Enjoy! The beginning of this fic is slightly tinged with shadow, but that will lessen as the story goes on. It will eventually contain lemons, limes, and whatever else fills your fruit basket (lol like bananas?), but not immediately. And the fruits will be born of a Sess/Rin ship and an Inu/Sess ship. And all will be happy. Author included.
Synopsis- Sesshomaru saves his brother’s life from Naraku. But what he does after, is unprecedented, or so it seems.
**Disclaimer- I do not own any part of Inuyasha, but if I did, then I would have a hell of a lot of money**
Remember…
SESSHOMARU WANTS YOU!
TO
READ AND REVIEW!!!!
“Ah! Stupid hanyou. How dare you think you could even strain to kiss my feet, let alone stand a chance against me in battle.” Sesshomaru snarled. He prodded the dead body laid spread eagled before him.
“You may have stood a chance against my brother, but not me.” His magenta stripes blazed closer to red, matching the bloodlust in his eyes. He spat upon the body that reached out one hand, in pain, in fear, and in defeat towards his noble feet. After 10 years of rivalry, Naraku was dead.
This victory had not been won by chance or without hardship. Sesshomaru had stumbled upon his foe by chance, smelling the stench of miasma and the iron of his younger brother’s blood. Naraku had been so busy with Inuyasha that he hadn’t noticed the Lord of the West walking fearlessly up to his back. Sesshomaru would never attack anyone from behind who deserved honor. Naraku was a different case.
“Uuunh. Brother…”
Sesshomaru paused. He could have sworn that he heard Inuyasha’s voice. Instinctively his hand flew to rest upon the hilt of his Tokijin, claws circling the round tip.
“Please…”
He did hear him.
The sound of his cracked and worn voice, clenched a knot in Sesshomaru’s chest. His spotless white kimono whirled around him, a veil of divinity, as he turned to face the rock where his brother lay in a bloody heap.
The eyes of fiery gold met their mirror, albeit tarnished with near death. Sesshomaru’s breath caught in his throat. His hanyou brother looked so strong, even in defeat, though he would never admit it out loud. Perhaps the Inu no Taisho was not quite such a fool after all, he mused. Sesshomaru’s robes whispered around his body as he padded to his brother’s side.
“Brother please. I know you will never save me. Just bring me death. I am too weak to go on. Spare your brother and your father the humiliation of being left to die at the hands of lesser spirits.”
Sesshomaru flinched. He did not think the hanyou would give up on his life so easily. Perhaps the human blood in him made him weaker, bringing the sludge of mortality closer to his tired heart. Tenitavely he knelt next to Inuyasha, assessing the deep gash that perforated his side.
“Please, just kill me quick do it now!”
Amber flame roared in his younger brother’s eyes. With one clawed finger, Sesshomaru traced the barren skin of Inuyasha’s neck, feeling his vein course with his lifeblood. It was amazing, having control of that great river of life, to flow, divert or drain as he pleased. Inuyasha pushed up weakly against his claw, as if trying to get a swifter and deeper course of action.
“Lie still, foolish brother.” Sesshomaru ripped off his obi and bound his brother’s wrists, and then removed that of his brother and tied his ankles. It was for his own good.
“What are you doing!” Cried an exasperated Inuyasha. “He killed my friends, don’t you see! I have nothing to live for. No one to protect. Kill me now, don’t humiliate me in death to amuse your twisted sense of humor.”
How ironic, he thought. In the heat of battle and conquest, Sesshomaru didn’t notice until just then the pile of bodies behind the rock that his brother was propped upon. Inuyasha’s comrades formed a grizzly parade on the windswept granite. Miroku had died shielding Sango from god knows what, his insides leaking out from his chest. Sango in turn had her brains splattered about the rock that had taken residence in her temple, eyes pale in death. Sesshomaru could only guess where the tiny youkai who accompanied them were. Perhaps they ran, or were elsewhere. The Daiyoukai sniffed the air, looking for any scent that would aid him, but alas there was none.
Didn’t he have more in his party? He seemed to remember a ningen girl. Kagome. That was the one. But where was the Kagome wench? He didn’t have to look far. The canvas of her slaughter was frosted in moonlight, shrouding in a beauty that fascinated the Youkai lord. Her clothing had been torn off unceremoniously and her body was covered in blood now stained quicksilver. Splatters of her own brilliant red and coagulating semen appeared in trace. The slash across her neck yawned as if it were bored with death, but her face was obscured with the raven curtain of her hair, so Sesshomaru could only guess what final expression her eyes had held in death. Had Naraku made his younger brother watch as he defiled her before his eyes? No matter. He was sure the stories would come out in due time.
The demon lord straightened up, pacing with an almost feline step.
“Inuyasha! I am not here to humiliate you.” Sesshomaru’s indifferent stare surveyed the carnage once again. He paused before continuing. “It seems that has already happened.” He tried to hide the tiny smirk that lit his face, but he was sure a trace remained.
Inuyasha’s breathing grew ragged and came in short gasps. What an alien noise! Sesshomaru tapped his claws on the hilts of his swords, lost in thought. It was then Sesshomaru realized his brother was crying. No no no! It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Think of your heritage! The proud Inuyoukai blook in your veins! You may feel foolish compassion like our father, but not shame!
To Inuyasha’s surprise, his older brother collapsed rather ungracefully to the ground beside him. He winced as the wound in his side sent waves of pain with every new beat of his heart. He tried to look up at the dog lord, but his muscles rebelled. Naraku must have cut through some tendons.
Suddenly, Inuyasha felt his shoulders and head being lifted into a lap filled with flowing silks. Had the moon just gotten brighter? He remembered stories that he was told when he was just a pup, about the final resting place of the Inuyoukai. A land with endless acres, pleasant climate, plenty of game, and of course the purest and brightest full moon for all of eternity. Somebody was stroking his bloodcaked hair. He was sure now he had finally died.
He let a relieved smile pass over his lips as a wave of silverwhite hair brushed against his cheek. It was funny though, Inuyasha never remembered his brother giving the killing blow. Perhaps Sesshomaru did have mercy in him after all. Who else possessed the liquid moonbeam hair wisping at his face, other than his father? His father, who had left the world the day he entered it.
“Father, is it you?” Inuyasha asked hazily. “I am here with you at last!” He felt warmth goading his body into sleep.
“Shut up brother. You’re not dead yet.”
Inuyasha froze, the pain of his body overriding the bliss brought by the being stroking his hair and rubbing his ears. Straining, he forced himself to look upward with the last of his strength and was astounded by what he saw.
“Sesshomaru?” His brother’s skin looked more icy than normal, offsetting the crescent moon on his forehead like a jewel. Sesshomaru supported his brother’s head with a hand, turning them face to face.
“Shut up mutt. There is one more thing I have to have your cooperation for.” He pushed Inuyasha’s head against his right thigh, so that his pale neck was exposed over his lap. Like a surgeon, he sliced with his claws through his brother’s veins on the side of his neck, pulsing blue in the moonlight. Then with daft certainty, he cut into the magenta stripes on his wrists. Blood welled up from the slashes, which he coaxed into little pools by squeezing his arm. Sesshomaru pressed the fresh blood onto his brother’s neck wounds. He felt his brother go limp as his pure blood sluiced through the hanyou’s veins.
“Sesshomaru….” Inuyasha mumbled drifting off into a healing sleep.
Synopsis- Sesshomaru saves his brother’s life from Naraku. But what he does after, is unprecedented, or so it seems.
**Disclaimer- I do not own any part of Inuyasha, but if I did, then I would have a hell of a lot of money**
Remember…
SESSHOMARU WANTS YOU!
TO
READ AND REVIEW!!!!
“Ah! Stupid hanyou. How dare you think you could even strain to kiss my feet, let alone stand a chance against me in battle.” Sesshomaru snarled. He prodded the dead body laid spread eagled before him.
“You may have stood a chance against my brother, but not me.” His magenta stripes blazed closer to red, matching the bloodlust in his eyes. He spat upon the body that reached out one hand, in pain, in fear, and in defeat towards his noble feet. After 10 years of rivalry, Naraku was dead.
This victory had not been won by chance or without hardship. Sesshomaru had stumbled upon his foe by chance, smelling the stench of miasma and the iron of his younger brother’s blood. Naraku had been so busy with Inuyasha that he hadn’t noticed the Lord of the West walking fearlessly up to his back. Sesshomaru would never attack anyone from behind who deserved honor. Naraku was a different case.
“Uuunh. Brother…”
Sesshomaru paused. He could have sworn that he heard Inuyasha’s voice. Instinctively his hand flew to rest upon the hilt of his Tokijin, claws circling the round tip.
“Please…”
He did hear him.
The sound of his cracked and worn voice, clenched a knot in Sesshomaru’s chest. His spotless white kimono whirled around him, a veil of divinity, as he turned to face the rock where his brother lay in a bloody heap.
The eyes of fiery gold met their mirror, albeit tarnished with near death. Sesshomaru’s breath caught in his throat. His hanyou brother looked so strong, even in defeat, though he would never admit it out loud. Perhaps the Inu no Taisho was not quite such a fool after all, he mused. Sesshomaru’s robes whispered around his body as he padded to his brother’s side.
“Brother please. I know you will never save me. Just bring me death. I am too weak to go on. Spare your brother and your father the humiliation of being left to die at the hands of lesser spirits.”
Sesshomaru flinched. He did not think the hanyou would give up on his life so easily. Perhaps the human blood in him made him weaker, bringing the sludge of mortality closer to his tired heart. Tenitavely he knelt next to Inuyasha, assessing the deep gash that perforated his side.
“Please, just kill me quick do it now!”
Amber flame roared in his younger brother’s eyes. With one clawed finger, Sesshomaru traced the barren skin of Inuyasha’s neck, feeling his vein course with his lifeblood. It was amazing, having control of that great river of life, to flow, divert or drain as he pleased. Inuyasha pushed up weakly against his claw, as if trying to get a swifter and deeper course of action.
“Lie still, foolish brother.” Sesshomaru ripped off his obi and bound his brother’s wrists, and then removed that of his brother and tied his ankles. It was for his own good.
“What are you doing!” Cried an exasperated Inuyasha. “He killed my friends, don’t you see! I have nothing to live for. No one to protect. Kill me now, don’t humiliate me in death to amuse your twisted sense of humor.”
How ironic, he thought. In the heat of battle and conquest, Sesshomaru didn’t notice until just then the pile of bodies behind the rock that his brother was propped upon. Inuyasha’s comrades formed a grizzly parade on the windswept granite. Miroku had died shielding Sango from god knows what, his insides leaking out from his chest. Sango in turn had her brains splattered about the rock that had taken residence in her temple, eyes pale in death. Sesshomaru could only guess where the tiny youkai who accompanied them were. Perhaps they ran, or were elsewhere. The Daiyoukai sniffed the air, looking for any scent that would aid him, but alas there was none.
Didn’t he have more in his party? He seemed to remember a ningen girl. Kagome. That was the one. But where was the Kagome wench? He didn’t have to look far. The canvas of her slaughter was frosted in moonlight, shrouding in a beauty that fascinated the Youkai lord. Her clothing had been torn off unceremoniously and her body was covered in blood now stained quicksilver. Splatters of her own brilliant red and coagulating semen appeared in trace. The slash across her neck yawned as if it were bored with death, but her face was obscured with the raven curtain of her hair, so Sesshomaru could only guess what final expression her eyes had held in death. Had Naraku made his younger brother watch as he defiled her before his eyes? No matter. He was sure the stories would come out in due time.
The demon lord straightened up, pacing with an almost feline step.
“Inuyasha! I am not here to humiliate you.” Sesshomaru’s indifferent stare surveyed the carnage once again. He paused before continuing. “It seems that has already happened.” He tried to hide the tiny smirk that lit his face, but he was sure a trace remained.
Inuyasha’s breathing grew ragged and came in short gasps. What an alien noise! Sesshomaru tapped his claws on the hilts of his swords, lost in thought. It was then Sesshomaru realized his brother was crying. No no no! It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Think of your heritage! The proud Inuyoukai blook in your veins! You may feel foolish compassion like our father, but not shame!
To Inuyasha’s surprise, his older brother collapsed rather ungracefully to the ground beside him. He winced as the wound in his side sent waves of pain with every new beat of his heart. He tried to look up at the dog lord, but his muscles rebelled. Naraku must have cut through some tendons.
Suddenly, Inuyasha felt his shoulders and head being lifted into a lap filled with flowing silks. Had the moon just gotten brighter? He remembered stories that he was told when he was just a pup, about the final resting place of the Inuyoukai. A land with endless acres, pleasant climate, plenty of game, and of course the purest and brightest full moon for all of eternity. Somebody was stroking his bloodcaked hair. He was sure now he had finally died.
He let a relieved smile pass over his lips as a wave of silverwhite hair brushed against his cheek. It was funny though, Inuyasha never remembered his brother giving the killing blow. Perhaps Sesshomaru did have mercy in him after all. Who else possessed the liquid moonbeam hair wisping at his face, other than his father? His father, who had left the world the day he entered it.
“Father, is it you?” Inuyasha asked hazily. “I am here with you at last!” He felt warmth goading his body into sleep.
“Shut up brother. You’re not dead yet.”
Inuyasha froze, the pain of his body overriding the bliss brought by the being stroking his hair and rubbing his ears. Straining, he forced himself to look upward with the last of his strength and was astounded by what he saw.
“Sesshomaru?” His brother’s skin looked more icy than normal, offsetting the crescent moon on his forehead like a jewel. Sesshomaru supported his brother’s head with a hand, turning them face to face.
“Shut up mutt. There is one more thing I have to have your cooperation for.” He pushed Inuyasha’s head against his right thigh, so that his pale neck was exposed over his lap. Like a surgeon, he sliced with his claws through his brother’s veins on the side of his neck, pulsing blue in the moonlight. Then with daft certainty, he cut into the magenta stripes on his wrists. Blood welled up from the slashes, which he coaxed into little pools by squeezing his arm. Sesshomaru pressed the fresh blood onto his brother’s neck wounds. He felt his brother go limp as his pure blood sluiced through the hanyou’s veins.
“Sesshomaru….” Inuyasha mumbled drifting off into a healing sleep.