Through The Well

BY : Kayt
Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru
Dragon prints: 23602
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Inuyasha, nor its characters.They are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Through The Well


Laying at the bottom of the Bone Eater’s Well, feeling a cold numbness seeping in from head to toe, Inuyasha stared dejectedly up at the small square of cloudless blue sky above him. It was a beautiful day, just on the right side of being too hot; at any other time, even he might have enjoyed the warm, balmy air with its frequent cool breezes and the absolute peace and quiet around him.

But not now.

The quiet meant failure. The dying magic of the well had allowed him to sink into the weightless void between time itself just long enough for him to believe it may have worked, then spat him cruelly back out into his own era. He couldn’t hear the distant rumble of those awful cars from Kagome’s time, or smell the stink of the city she lived in. The air was clean, even at the bottom of the well, only dust filling his nose and the soft song of birds reaching his ears.

Inuyasha closed his eyes tiredly. Fate had a cruel way of showing gratitude, it seemed. At great physical and emotional cost, he’d defeated Naraku, thereby freeing the world from his evil. As a result of his efforts, and Kagome's final wish on the Jewel, the well activated one last time, just long enough to send them back – forward? – to Kagome’s era and bring him back alone.

Despite all he’d been through, he still couldn’t catch a break. There was no happy ending for him.

It was always the same. Fate conspired against a worthless hanyou, disregarded him like everyone else, and thwarted his chances to be happy. Took his mother away from him after a wasting sickness, and allowed Kikyo to die at Naraku’s hands. Then brought Kagome back to this world just, it seemed, to destroy the Jewel... and take his heart with her when she was returned to her own time, her mission complete.

Dimly, he was aware he should feel grateful. Of all of them, he was the only one who got to see Kagome one last time after she disappeared into the void leading to the netherworld, to see with his own eyes that she was safe and home. That she was relieved to see her family again, and know it was where she really belonged.

But it was hard to feel that way when he'd left his heart, his hope for happiness, there with her.


He opened his eyes again and stared listlessly upwards. He couldn't hear his friends up there; maybe they'd figured it had worked and he was with Kagome, and so had gone back to the village with Kaede.


Reluctantly, Inuyasha sat up, rubbing a weary hand over his face. He took in a deep breath and realised belatedly he couldn't smell any evidence of the final battle; no upturned or scorched earth, no lingering trace of miasma. He frowned, letting his mind latch onto this minor nuance, letting it distract him from Kagome.


Maybe there was another reason his friends weren't waiting for him at the top of the well. Maybe he'd caught the tail end of the well's dying magic and been propelled forward in time. If that was the case, it was anyone's guess by how long. Hours, days... years?


It didn't matter.


Kagome would still be gone. Miroku and Sango would still be planning to marry and start a family, reminding him unintentionally of what he'd never have. Maybe it would be for the best if they thought him long gone. He could slip away and they'd never be the wiser.


Even as he climbed out of the well and planned his escape, he felt a stab of guilt beneath his grief. Over the years they'd travelled together, he had come to honestly care for Miroku and Sango. Even the brat fox kit, Shippo, meant something to him, even if he'd never tell him that. Maybe he wouldn't be able to walk away from them forever. But for now... now, he needed some space. He needed to go away, be alone again, figure out what he was going to do with himself now that his future had been taken away from him.


He pulled himself over the wooden rim of the Bone Eater's Well and looked around. Yeah, probably rode the last breath of magic in the damn thing and lost a year or two. Everything around him looked healthy and alive, nothing like a village that had recently seen a battle. Naraku's miasma had withered many of the trees in this area; the forest here was blooming, filled with the sounds of content, chattering animals and birds.


The scent of the village was strong, too. He could smell people, cooking, and the fields they worked. Incense from the shrine. Flowers, too. Seemed it was still summer, no matter how many years had passed since he'd jumped in after Kagome. Simple smells of a village untouched by trouble.


More reluctantly than he'd expected, he turned away from the village and walked in the opposite direction, back through his forest, avoiding the Goshinboku and the memories that haunted its boughs. He had no aim; his feet simply picked a direction and he followed it, something he hadn't done since before he met Kikyo.


It was unnerving how easily it came, even after all those years.


He was just utilising an old skill, he told himself. When he needed to get away, why did it matter how he got there?


He was out of the forest and on his way to destinations unknown when a familiar youki blazed in the distance and brought him to an abrupt halt.


Why did it have to be him? Inuyasha thought tiredly, staring in the direction of his brother's approach. Why Sesshomaru, who would doubtless want a fight? He didn't have the energy now. Even as Tetsusaiga began rattling in its sheath due to the proximity of its twin, he didn't draw it. Couldn't.


Maybe he was feeling suicidal, he thought faintly, as the ball of Sesshomaru's youki appeared over the trees ahead of him. Why wouldn't he? It was over. Everything was over.


The wind picked up as the ball of light shot straight toward him, and still he didn't draw his blade. He just stared dully as it ploughed into the ground in front of him, throwing up dirt and grass, and reformed into his brother.


For an instant, Sesshomaru just stared at him from less than a foot away. Inuyasha stared back, but suddenly with more interest. And shock. Gone was the aloof, superior expression. Gone was the chill from his eyes. Instead, his face was open, a mingling of grief and shock and hope and other things that Inuyasha couldn't even recognise, leaving his mouth hanging open and his mind completely blank of what to say.

Then Sesshomaru moved. Inuyasha, thrown off-balance by being able to read Sesshomaru's face for the first time in his life, threw up his hands, forgetting his earlier numbness and inability to defend himself, ready to ward off an attack. But it never came. Sesshomaru's body collided with his, trapping his hands against the daiyoukai's chest, and strong arms wrapped around him crushingly tight.

He struggled, but the arms didn't budge. He didn't understand what was happening, but he expected any minute to feel the burn of his brother's claws through his flesh, even though this close contact business wasn't the daiyoukai's usual style, and growled in the back of his throat. When Sesshomaru's face pressed into the hanyou's hair and he exhaled raggedly, Inuyasha's brain once again flatlined and he froze in confusion.

He realised, after a few moments' uncertainty, that he was being... hugged.

By Sesshomaru.

He felt paralysed by the complete and utter weirdness of it all. His hands were still trapped between their bodies, palms pressed against his brother's chest as though completely all right with this. Which he wasn't. No fucking way.

He had to do something to get Sesshomaru to let him go so he could wrap his head around this. Who the hell would have thought Sesshomaru would miss him if he vanished? Hell, who would have suspected he even cared? He was certainly vocal enough about hating his hanyou little brother before Inuyasha hopped into the well to try and follow Kagome.

So what had changed?

Questions could be saved for later, Inuyasha decided, as his brain began to work again. Later, as in when he untangled himself from his brother's arms.

"Sesshomaru..." he began, his voice faint and weak with the ever present confusion.

The daiyoukai immediately pulled back enough to stare into his face, eyes roaming over every feature as though commiting them to memory. Inuyasha swallowed convulsively as a slender hand cupped his cheek, spiralling again into confused and freaked out silence.

"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru said, his habitually cold voice now rich and warm with emotion. "I thought I would never see you again, hanyou."

The word that had once been such a barb was spoken with such affection that Inuyasha's automatic comeback died on his tongue, and distracted him just enough that he was unable to react before warm, soft lips pressed against his, breath mingling, the golden eyes so similar to his own closing slowly.

The kiss - Sesshomaru was kissing him? - lasted no more than a few seconds before Inuyasha jerked into action, shoving Sesshomaru back and himself away with a burst of strength he hadn't known he had, leaping a few feet away from his apparently insane brother and holding a hand over his mouth to protect it from further assaults.

"The hell was that?" he demanded, watching Sesshomaru warily.

"Inuyasha..." Sesshomaru started forward, but when the hanyou took a step back to match his progress, he stopped. "Have you truly forgotten, hanyou? About us, about everything?"

Inuyasha blinked. "'Us'?" he croaked. "What the hell are you talking about? This is no 'us', and I ain't forgotten anything. Last time I saw you, you were doing your own thing after we killed Naraku, so whatever deranged ideas you've got in your twisted mind about me, they're bullshit."

Sesshomaru's face contorted in anger. "Naraku," he said coldly, which actually made Inuyasha relax minutely. That was familiar. "There is no need to mention that foul spider. We saw to his end years ago, as you should know."

So I really did lose some years, Inuyasha thought. But it still didn't explain why Sesshomaru was being all weird and touchy feely.

"Yeah, I know that," he said with a touch of bitterness. "But the memory's still a little fresh for me." Less than a day, in his mind. Had it really been so short a time?

Sesshomaru's face cleared and he nodded in what seemed like understanding - another anomaly, but acceptable compared to that damn kiss. "Yes, I suppose it would be," he said slowly. "I don't know how you managed to return from the netherworld, little brother, but I cannot express how glad I am to see you again."

"Netherworld?" Inuyasha repeated dumbly. Then he shook his head sharply. "I didn't cross over, idiot. I went through the Meidou Zangetsuha, that's all." Nevermind the fact that he may not have come out alive - or at all. The risk had been worth it to save Kagome.

Sesshomaru stared at him strangely for a moment. "Inuyasha," he said quietly and with the slightest tremor in his voice, a roiling storm of emotion suddenly in his eyes, "you died. I held you in my arms as you breathed your last. The Tenseiga... couldn't revive you."

Inuyasha sucked in a breath. That hadn't happened. He knew it hadn't.

"No," he said, as calmly as he was able, which wasn't very. What the hell was going on? "I went through the Meidou Zangetsuha. I helped Kagome get out of the void between worlds and return safely to her own home, and then I came back here. I didn't... die."

"Kagome?" Sesshomaru's voice was impossibly gentle, his face achingly sympathetic, and Inuyasha's gut clenched instinctively. "Inuyasha, Kagome was killed by Naraku nearly a decade ago."


I know what you're thinking. "Another chapter series? Finish the ones you've started already, damn it!" Or something to that effect. Well, sorry. This is just another idea that needed to escape and, after the rotten day I had yesterday, I just kept writing and writing and writing to distract myself. This story is where the inspiration was, so I just went with it.

If you've read The Other Side of Kazaana (and if you haven't, I suggest you do, because it's an amazing fic) by TwistedHilarity, you'll probably recognise or guess the function the well is playing in my story. This, however, is not copying by any means. While Twisted's story helped me think of it sooner, the well is a very obvious time-and-reality-bending object, so I'm sure I would have got there on my own without reading that story. And rest assured, the rest of this will have no resemblance to her wonderful fic.

Oh, and just to make one thing clear: Kagome's death here is not to get her out of the way, it does have bearing on the history. I actually quite like Kagome, so I don't like it when people kill her or make her evil without just cause.

There's not really much else I need to say right now except that I hope you enjoyed the start of a new series.

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