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Spiel Mit Mir	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15039 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“I’m not tired.” Shippo complained again as Sango tried, for the fourth time that night, to tuck him up into the slippery silk of Kagome’s sleeping pack. He couldn’t resist a yawn as the familiar scent of his sleeping grounds washed over his senses.

Sango giggled a little and leaned over kissing his plump cheeks. Sango smelled like soap weed, rouge, and demon bones from carrying around her hirikotsu everywhere.

“Come on Shippo. It’s ok to take a nap. I promise you that when Inuyasha and Kagome get back we will wake you right up, ok?” She tried to reassure him with her strong hands gently patting his belly. Shippo pouted for a moment before another yawn dragged him down. He reached up scratching his unruly red hair.

Darn sleeping scent. The only reason he was tired at all was because Kagome’s bag smelled like his den. And “den” evoked the feeling of “safety”.

“Ok.” Shippo conceded his eyelids drooping shut. Then; because Shippo liked seeing people flustered, he gave Sango a big grin. “You and Miroku better not go off and make strange noises again. I’ll be all by myself!”

He peeked a teal eye open to see Sango’s face flush and hear her squeak at his words. He had no idea why they embarrassed her, but that did not matter. Grinning Shippo felt the trickster in him clap in joy.

The slow, body numbing, tingling feeling of joyful sleep was claiming his limbs and ticking into his mind when he heard it.

“You filthy ghoul!!”

The high pitched scream ripped Shippo straight out of the cradle of sleep.

“Hey, what gives, Jakin?” he mumbled as he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He knew the one who shouted was the imp. There was no other voice that quite had the effect of a banshee as his did.

Shippo opened his eyes as Miroku yelled for Sango to grab her weapon, and then realized that they were under attack.

For a fluttering heartbeat, the kit looked up to the still inky night and saw the colors of fear painted by the firelight. Sango and Miroku were rushing forward weapons drawn.

“Why?” Sango said conflict railing in her voice.

Shippo’s eyes widened as he looked past them, and saw. He saw a familiar figure, one that he was just beginning to associate with pack. All white and red silk, he looked like his same strong self. Except, something was wrong; something was frightening.

“Sesshomaru?” Shippo called out, and then wished he hadn’t. The older demon was holding up a little green and brown lump, menacingly above the ground. Shippo watched horrified as deadly claws cracked and sunk deep into Jakin’s green skin. Blood gushed then dripped down onto the ground. It stank of stale pond water, and iron.

“Foolish.” Sesshomaru said tossing the lifeless body of his retainer off somewhere in the forest behind him. Shippo heard a sickening thud of the imp crashing against a tree, and winced. “What are you waiting for humans? Come after me.” Sesshomaru said, claws gleaming with blood, grinning in the night.

“Damn you.” Miroku said between gritted teeth, and Sango launched her weapon. The monk turned around quickly, and Shippo felt his heart pound straight out of his chest. “Shippo, run away.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. The kit jumped all nerves and fear, zipping as fast as his little legs could carry him into the dark cold forest. He scented the air frantically.

“Inuyasha, Kagome! Where are you?!” He cried out still bounding, leaping, and seeking safety.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

“You two suck at fishing!” Kouga exclaimed looking at the tiny bounty his pack brought to him. Really it was nothing more than a carp that was dying anyways, and a few old frogs that were slow because of the cold weather. Ginta and Hakkaku cringed before him and looked sheepishly ashamed.

“The river was pretty empty.” Ginta explained whining in submission.

“And really cold.” Hakkaku chimed in with the same ‘please forgive me leader’ whine to his voice. Kouga raised an eyebrow and wondered if they would start crying if he didn’t immediately forgive their shoddy hunting. He stayed silent for a moment, which caused both his underlings to whine like punished little puppies.

“Kouga?” Hakkaku dared say his name in a whimper.

“Fine, fine, you guys did as good as you could. I’ll go hunt us a boar or some rabbits.” Kouga said tossing their meager catches back to them. He didn’t like the taste of frog, or old carp. He just wanted some good meat, and catches for this time of year tended to be pretty good. Everything was fattened up in preparation for winter. He really hoped that there was a boar around, because he liked the fatty flanks of that beast the best.

Kouga stood up shuffling his feet in the cool leaf covered ground as he sniffed the air. He was getting pretty used to the scent of the land here in the north. It smelled more like clean snow in these parts. He sniffed deeper, letting his senses map out the land. As he expected he could smell a camp fire to the east.

Earlier that day he had left Kagome’s pack for the first time in what felt like forever. He didn’t like it, but had done so because she cried and worried that if Inuyasha saw him he would transform into his demon self again… even if he was human.

Stupid, Kouga snorted. As if that dumb dog could do anything to him… Kouga wearily looked down to his leg again, eyes traveling over the pinkish sheen of scars born by that same mutt’s claws. It was a lucky strike, Kouga told himself, lucky because he hadn’t expected that the damn mutt was able to transform. Now he knew better.

Sniffing the air again Kouga growled.

Kagome’s campfire, and on the wind was the scent of blood.

“What’s wrong Kouga?” Ginta asked, but Kouga didn’t have time to respond. He jumped and ran towards the pack of the woman who was going to be his.

Blood became thicker in the air, weaving in and out of the breeze of the night.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

It was the scent of jasmine that gave him away.

Internally Sesshomaru groaned, and wished that for once all of these petty little demons would just leave him alone when he was in a good brooding mood. Not that brooding was a good mood for him, because it certainly wasn’t. But on the other hand, he enjoyed the sheer reckless destruction that accompanied his musing. With a little sigh Sesshomaru supposed he should just accept the presence of the demon that smelled like jasmine and nightshade, his thoughtfulness and subsequent destruction was wasted on trees anyways.

He hesitated just long enough for Byakuya to realize he had been sensed.

Then Sesshomaru pivoted and shot out beads of his poison into the dark night.

“My, you are so rude.” Byakuya said nonchalantly from somewhere in the trees. Sesshomaru refused to answer, to rise and take the bait. “You could have at least greeted me before your attack, Sesshomaru-sama.”

Sesshomaru spotted the lithe sorcerer. Byakuya of the dreams was pretty and insouciant despite his origins as one of Naraku’s incarnations. He was sitting calmly in the branch of one tree that Sesshomaru’s claws had missed.

“It is also rude to watch someone without their permission.” Sesshomaru replied finally, noticing that the demon seemed to be just as carefree as he always was. That did not surprise Sesshomaru though. Byakuya didn’t seem to care very much at all about his own fate, only lived day by day, and it seemed to please him to do Naraku’s will just as much as it would have pleased him to do anything else.

For a brief moment Sesshomaru missed Kagura, who had died free, and at least had been interesting.

Byakuya smiled, his rouged lips looking feminine and pretty.

“Well it seemed to me that you were lacking a proper opponent. So I humbly present these gifts to you.” Byakuya practically sang as Sesshomaru felt the air around him become polluted with the stench, the seeking youki of many weak demons.

“These are hardly worth my time.” Sesshomaru huffed and flicked his wrist to draw his youki whip. A potbellied oni stepped in too close and felt the stinging tip of the fluorescent whip on his face. It roared. “You are my opponent today.” Sesshomaru hissed jumping past the crowd of worthless peons to the pretty boy sorcerer.

“Ah. I suppose I should be honored that I am a more worthy opponent,” Byakuya said before jumping away and shrouding himself in midnight magic. Velvety petals from flowers rained down on Sesshomaru, “But that is not my command, Sesshomaru-sama. I was only told to provide you with a distraction.”

The sharpness in Sesshomaru’s senses flared at those words.

Distraction.

That meant danger to his pack.

That meant danger to Inuyasha.

His heart rebelled in frantic torrents pulsing through his chest, and Sesshomaru feared.

And in the next moment, as he sliced a sluggish lump in two, Sesshomaru’s nose was clogged with the thick scent of the blood of lesser monsters and a stinging blight of lavender.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Kagome squinted again, and wished that her flashlight still had working batteries. Even though she had brought doubles for her hearty yellow and black flashlight, nighttime traveling and Sesshomaru’s extreme curiosity about the ‘light stick’ caused both sets of batteries to run out in record time. She wished she had been a little more forceful about telling him not to play with the thing, but at the time it had been too funny to see him absently flipping the switch on and off. As if that alone could divine to him how light magically appeared from the device that held no apparent light source.

“Rin, are you sure AhUn can get us back?”

“Don’t worry, AhUn is very smart. He knows the way back to the camp.” Rin spoke neutrally, coolly. In the dark Kagome got the impression she was patting the dragon, and reassuring the beast that at least one of its passengers had faith in it.

And it seemed that despite Rin’s usual cheerful tune she had taken lessons from Sesshomaru on how to treat someone when she was angry with them. The tiny teenager was acting as insufferably cold as her mate, and Kagome still didn’t get why.

The whole night had been strange, Kagome decided. Meeting with the tree demon Bokusenoh did not help ease her worries, or sooth her in any way at all. In fact his words felled her heart and made her feel sick.

It was as she feared.

There was more going on than some stupid curse that Inuyasha and Sesshomaru blamed for their predicament. She had been shocked and disgusted to discover that Sesshomaru’s previous mate had been his father. Kagome thought it was a little suspicious that he had really only mated with his own family. When Inuyasha ran off into the forest after his brother, Kagome had tried to get Rin to see that they needed to do something about this. She tried to appeal to the side of Rin that she knew lay within all girls, the side that wanted their men to love them unconditionally.

Kagome tried to convince Rin that they needed to separate Inuyasha and Sesshomaru, because this relationship was psychologically taxing on all of them. She tried to convince Rin, because she couldn’t imagine Rin being happy that her mate was two timing her.

If they had therapy in the feudal era, Kagome would have suggested that the brothers seek help. Rin had listened to her for a few minutes, quietly, probably trying to piece together what she understood from Kagome’s words, and then cut Kagome off.

“Stop assuming that I am unhappy that Sesshomaru has love in his life. I will love him without question, and I know he will love me. I have faith in him. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha need to figure out what they want from each other on their own. I am not going to complicate that for them, and you shouldn’t either.” Rin had argued.

Kagome thought Rin was brainwashed.

They weren’t really talking to each other now. They were just heading silently back to camp in the darkness of the late night.

Sighing, Kagome squinted to see if the shadows of the forest could get any clearer. She couldn’t feel Inuyasha’s youki or the bond, but she didn’t expect that she would be able to until morning. And she didn’t really have the energy it took to search for Sesshomaru’s youki. She didn’t quite care where he was anymore.

Underneath her legs Kagome felt the dragon lurch. At first she wondered if it had tripped on a branch, as the smooth strides of the dragon faltered for a moment.

“AhUn? What’s wrong?” Rin voiced a moment before the dragon lurched again and roared. The roar was a bellow that made Kagome’s belly drop, and then the rocking of its limbs and subsequent knowledge that the dragon was running made her heart dislodge into her throat. Kagome scrambled to hold onto something, one hand grabbing hard onto the ridge of the saddle, and the other clenched tightly in Rin’s sleeve.

Their ride jumped from the ground causing branches bereft of leaves to slap its passengers. Each stinging slap welted her skin. Each moment made Kagome fear a little more. Kagome shut her eyes tightly and tried to hang on as Rin spoke out trying to sooth the beast. Then the branches that were whipping across her arms and legs, pulling at her heavy kimono, and tangling in her hair suddenly retreated.

Kagome opened her eyes and found that they were in the air above the canopy of trees. She could see the sky and the stars bright in the pre-modern world.

“Something’s wrong.” Rin said into the night. She pointed to the forest they just emerged from, tugging on Kagome’s hand which was still clenched in the sleeve of her kimono. Kagome nodded too winded from the sudden fright of being on a thrashing wild beast to vocalize. Breath stuck in her throat as she noticed brilliant lime smoke curling up through the trees. The whole forest creaked and moaned with pain, the branches drooping and melting in the lambent glow.

“Rin? Isn’t that Sesshomaru’s poison?” Kagome asked heart tumbling as she watched the branches droop and loose their shape. Suddenly she was glad for the bumpy ride AhUn provided. She could just imagine what that would do to their skin.

“No,” Rin spoke assuredly, “His poison is easily dispersed by the wind. This stuff is just lingering. Besides, he wouldn’t release such a large amount of poison into the forest. He’d have to be in his true form to do that, and we’d surely be able to see him if that was the case. I don’t like this. We should go back to camp.”

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Inuyasha looked up to the sky from the little rift in the trees. The stars were bright, and it was too bad they hadn’t been able to spend the night away from a forest. It was too bad, because Inuyasha was pretty sure he was lost, which meant he was going to have to wait until morning to find his pack.

Sitting down next to the riverbed that parted the forest and allowed him to see the sky, Inuyasha looked up and tried to determine just how much of the night he had left based off of the blueberry hue of the sky.

The cool air chilled him, and he wished furtively that he had his firerat kimono with him. He had left it with Kagome back in Bokusenoh’s grove, and he guessed that was ok. He didn’t want her to get sick from being out in the pinching autumn night. It was cold, and he was uneasy. He had no idea how far he had traveled, and if it was in the right or wrong direction.

Then there was the added danger of him being human. Inuyasha rubbed his arms with his hands shivering in the night. He couldn’t tell if there were any demons around, he couldn’t tell if there was any danger. Inuyasha grumbled to himself, on edge at being exposed so completely. If he wasn’t worried about freezing to death he’d jump in the river to hide his scent from predators. But he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to swim with numb limbs, and being dragged down the stream would be counterproductive to finding his way back to his pack in the morning.

Looking back to the swelling water of the river, Inuyasha tried to concentrate on the sound of the water rushing by instead of his own fears.

He almost accomplished a sense of stillness before something warm and wet wrapped around him and he panicked.

“Argh!” Inuyasha yelled jumping to his feet, or at least trying to. His adrenaline flew threw him, grabbing his muscles, and telling them to run. And whatever grabbed him held on tighter, preventing his clumsy escape.

“Hush. You are too loud,” was the response. For a moment his adrenaline rush spiked and then died as he recognized the voice. Cranking his neck back Inuyasha wrinkled his nose at the sight and smell of his brother.

Sesshomaru looked like a mess.

Something that was dark and smelled like sweat and iron washed his white skin in the moonlight. His clothes were heavy with this dark liquid.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Inuyasha questioned. It took him a moment longer to place the rusty scent in his human form, but something clicked in his brain and he knew it was blood.

“Youkai,” Sesshomaru responded noncommittally. Inuyasha accepted this easily. Sesshomaru was the type to cut down whatever was in his way, and blood seemed to be his cosmetic choice. Inuyasha wondered morbidly if blood had anti-aging properties to it like the creams that Kagome’s mother liked to wear.

“Well, damn, you startled me.” Inuyasha finally said, and was about to say more but Sesshomaru leaned over and kissed him twisting his body slightly to reach his lips. Inuyasha gagged tasting fresh blood on Sesshomaru’s lips. It made his stomach churn. Quickly and roughly Inuyasha was thrown against the rocky riverbed, his forearms hitting the ground with bruising force. “Ow! What the fuck was that for?!”

His brother growled bearing weight onto the back of Inuyasha’s neck, forcing his face into the rocky dirt. Weight bore down on him, warm and heavy. Sesshomaru was so heavy Inuyasha thought he was going to be squished into the rocks, their jagged little points breaking the sensitive surface of his skin.

“Stop whining.” Sesshomaru said coldly, the icy tone of his voice accompanied by the unmistakable feeling of his swollen manhood pressing against Inuyasha’s clothed thigh made fear run into his veins.

With his face still pressed into the dirt Inuyasha whimpered when his hakama was torn away leaving him exposed to the cold night air.

“Sesshomaru! Fuck! Just hold on a moment! You’re going to hurt me.” Inuyasha admitted terrified of his brother’s impatience, his sudden roughness. Claws sunk into the skin on the back of his neck, and he wiggled in sudden pain trying to dislodge them. He could feel his blood trickling down over his collar. He couldn’t help breathing faster as the world spun out of his control.

“And you’ll be fine in the morning, half breed.”

Inuyasha screamed into the jagged rocks as his brother penetrated him roughly, forcing his dry passage open. Bile ran into the back of his throat. He almost welcomed the rocks scraping his face, and rubbing the soil of the river in as a distraction from the searing, filling pain that made his thighs shake.

Ok, Inuyasha thought, this would be a great time for his youki to kick in. He waited for the feeling of his youki to swell to the surface, snarling for Sesshomaru to apologize and submit. Fuck Inuyasha didn’t care if Sesshomaru wanted to fuck him, but only if he wasn’t an ass about it!

“Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha wailed out his brother’s name, agonizing over every syllable. His eyes were clenched so tight he was starting to see stars inside his head. He couldn’t believe how rough Sesshomaru was being. Out of the two of them the taciturn demon liked foreplay more, so Inuyasha had no idea where his sudden turnabout in attitude was coming from. Was he doing this because it was Inuyasha’s human night? His mind numbed in pain and fear. His heart dragged him down when Sesshomaru laughed and pitched him forward again with another rough thrust. Inuyasha’s human nails dug into the rocky riverbed, soil embedding under the short ridges of his weak nails.

“I’m going to break you tonight, Inuyasha. You will know I’ll always be stronger than you.” Sesshomaru groaned claws tightening and drawing more blood.

Body wrenching, and heart numbing in betrayal, Inuyasha gulped in his screams wanting to prove Sesshomaru wrong.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

The sudden absence of the overwhelming dizzying scent of lavender signaled the retreat of the never-ebbing flow of lesser demons.

Sesshomaru pulled his claws with a sickening pop from the decimated chest cavity of a brutish, but not entirely dull demon, who had been dancing around catching slight blows on Sesshomaru’s skin while using other demons as a shield the whole night. Annoyed and glancing around for more opponents Sesshomaru flicked pieces of sticky viscera from his claws.

At some point early in the battle he had lost Tokijin, as another demon had wrenched the sword from his hand only to be destroyed by its powerful aura within moments. Now he glanced about the forest floor littered with blood and stinking bodies, for the blade.

Sesshomaru growled when he saw it half melted in a puddle of liquefied demon guts, and flower petals that smelled like Byakuya’s sorcery. Unconsciously, Sesshomaru reached up to run his fingers through his hair but found it hard to do so when it was matted down with so much blood.

“What a bother.” He said to sooth himself, although that was far from the truth. Once before Tokijin had broken, and because Sesshomaru was a man of the sword he reluctantly had its shattered pieces mended after he lost the ability to create the meido with tensaiga. He knew the sword made from oni teeth was not going to last, and prided himself that he could defeat opponents with his claws only.

It still did not sit well with him that his weapon was destroyed for a second time by one of Naraku’s incarnations.

It was a bothersome task to get a new sword, and Totosai hadn’t exactly been charitable with his considerable skills. To get Tokijin re-forged Sesshomaru had been forced to go to an apprentice sword smith far to the south.

Frowning Sesshomaru stepped away from the goop of metal and blood considering the whole thing to be a loss at last.

Besides, he didn’t have time to worry about the loss of a weapon.

Raising his head Sesshomaru sniffed the air, hoping that his nose had cleared enough to scent out Inuyasha. Nostrils flaring he searched past the dying scent of lavender, and the thick pungent stench of demon blood. And then it was a trickle on the wind. A smattering of Inuyasha, of his blood reached Sesshomaru.

Growling again Sesshomaru launched himself in the direction of his brother, the wind marking his path as rays of the first sunlight peeked into the forest.

In actuality they were only a few yards from each other. But the scents on the wind were confusing Sesshomaru, driving him apart, and making him believe that during the last night they had lived in separate worlds.

He ripped his way over to a riverbed where the scent of Inuyasha’s blood, human and weak, painted the landscape. Along with a scent that he was sure he was misplacing. In fact Sesshomaru was certain that the lavender scent of Byakuya’s magic was still affecting his nose, because at no point in the night had he crossed this riverbed. At no point since running off to brood, had Sesshomaru been anywhere near his brother.

Then why could he smell himself all over his brother?

The gurgling of the river was drowned by the sound of Inuyasha growling, and the metallic zing of a sword being pulled from its sheath.

Standing still Sesshomaru looked with his eyes rather than his nose, and what his eyes saw made his insides lurch.

“What the fuck are you doing back here?” Inuyasha demanded before him, skin a sickly blue from the cold. He was painted in streaks of his own blood that Sesshomaru could clearly see were made from claws that had dug into his neck, and shoulders.

Inuyasha struggled to stand up, but had to lean on his sword, which was still dangerously arced in Sesshomaru’s direction. Bile drudged up into the back of Sesshomaru’s throat as he notice the blood streaking Inuyasha’s thighs. The tart smell of seamen mixed in with the tacky red blood that painted his brother’s naked thighs made Sesshomaru growl.

“Inuyasha…”

“Shut up, bastard! I told you I didn’t want to see your fucking ugly face again! You shouldn’t have come back now that I’m a half demon again. I’m going to kill you.” Inuyasha hissed and tried to stand up, but stumbled in the face of his blood loss and wounds.

Sesshomaru worried, because he was starting to get an idea of what happened. Inuyasha tried again to jump forward and attack him, but the morning had just come, and his wounds had bleed enough for him to be weakened absolutely.

Sure that he could, if needed, doge a strike from either claws or sword, Sesshomaru pressed forward and slipped his arm around Inuyasha tugging him backwards into an embrace.

His brother screamed, and Sesshomaru winced at the piercing sound before snatching tensaiga from his sash and pulling the blade sheath and all across Inuyasha’s lap. Immediately the sword pulsed as if recognizing Inuyasha, and from it Sesshomaru could feel the soothing pulses of healing energy.

Inuyasha didn’t seem to notice and struggled vainly in Sesshomaru’s grip. He tried to think of stone and mountains to keep Inuyasha still. But it disturbed him to feel the rapid, weak pulsing of his brother’s blood under his ashen skin.

After several minutes, and claws digging into his one arm viciously drawing blood that spilled over both their laps, Sesshomaru knew he had to speak or do something. Inuyasha was not calming down. He was terrified, and it hurt to see his brother this frightened. It hurt because he couldn’t remember seeing Inuyasha this frightened since he was a tiny pup, and back in those days sitting in Sesshomaru’s embrace would have soothed him.

Sesshomaru whined softly, and tried to nuzzle the side of Inuyasha’s scratched up face. His brother’s whole form went rigid in his arms, and he knew by the growl that rumbled up from Inuyasha’s chest that he would get somewhere with this. His human side was terrified, but his youki recognized gestures of comfort.

“Inuyasha, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’ve been with me the whole night, stupid fucker.” Inuyasha growled again. Sesshomaru sighed and kept his nose pressed into the side of Inuyasha’s neck.

“No, I haven’t. Inuyasha, I’m covered in fresh demon blood. Use your nose.”

“So? You already told me you killed some youkai before you came to fuck me.” Inuyasha argued fueling a little anger in Sesshomaru’s soul. Anger at the person who was doing this, who had tricked Inuyasha into thinking it was him. And Sesshomaru had some very deep seeded suspicions about who it was.

But he wouldn’t talk about that right away, because right now he needed to have Inuyasha see the truth. He needed Inuyasha to stop struggling so that tensaiga could heal him faster, and then they could go and find the rest of the pack.

“Inuyasha.”

“Stop saying my name as if you care! Just a few hours ago it was back to the ‘vermin’, ‘half-breed’ shit.”

“Just listen to me.” Sesshomaru demanded and then thought of something. “I wasn’t here. Whoever did this to you is obviously walking around with my appearance. I can prove it to you.” As Sesshomaru spoke he let his youki swell up and touch Inuyasha’s skin hoping to appeal to his brother’s senses through their bond.

“You have three minutes before I’m strong enough to rip off your other fucking arm.” Inuyasha responded coldly.

Ironically Inuyasha’s quip, however vulgar and violent it was, lead to Sesshomaru’s first defense.

“This person had both arms. I can tell from the claw marks on your shoulders. He held you by both shoulders.” Inuyasha got very still, and Sesshomaru pressed on feeling like he might have jolted Inuyasha’s memory enough for some trust. Loosening his grip Sesshomaru wrinkled his nose as he reached down and under Inuyasha’s lap. As gently as he was able to, Sesshomaru scooped up the wet mixture of cum and blood out of his brother’s torn orifice. Inuyasha shuddered for a moment, and not wanting to hurt him anymore Sesshomaru removed his fingers bringing them up to the hanyou’s nose.

“I can smell it is different than mine.” Sesshomaru started, “Whoever the imposter is managed to mask my scent almost entirely, but his waste remained his own.”

“I can’t really smell anything over my own blood.” Inuyasha finally said after a moment of stillness.

“Open your mouth.” Sesshomaru replied, and was surprised when Inuyasha obeyed him instead of spouting curses. Sesshomaru pushed his fingers onto Inuyasha’s tongue, knowing from experience that the combination of scent and taste would be easier to distinguish than just scent alone. Inuyasha let Sesshomaru’s fingertips linger on his tongue for a second before leaning over Sesshomaru’s left side and spitting onto the ground.

“I…” Inuyasha seemed at a loss for words, but Sesshomaru knew he had convinced his brother of his innocence when Inuyasha leaned back as if trying to tuck himself into Sesshomaru’s chest.

“When I left Bokuesenoh’s grove I was confronted by Naraku’s incarnation Byakuya.” Sesshomaru began, “The little sorcerer told me that he was providing a distraction for me. I found you as soon as I could.”

Inuyasha leaned over out of Sesshomaru’s arms again, except this time he vomited. Sesshomaru wrinkled his nose at the sudden sour smell of vomit blanketing the already confusing scents by the river. Inuyasha heaved a few times before propelling himself backwards. The back of his head hit Sesshomaru’s collar bone hard.

“Fucking bastard must have taken your form.” Inuyasha said sounding sicker than before. Sesshomaru almost didn’t know who Inuyasha was referring to, but then remembered the story of how Inuyasha was pinned to the goshinboku for fifty years.

“I doubt it.” Sesshomaru replied. “I am aware that Naraku is skilled in shape-shifting, but to achieve such a complete transformation, where even scent doesn’t betray… he would have to have a sizable piece of my flesh…”

“Like your fucking arm.” Inuyasha interrupted.

Pausing Sesshomaru shivered. Yes, that would probably work. That would probably give Naraku enough of Sesshomaru’s youki to masquerade successfully.

“And my arm is in the depths of hell. Not even Naraku is formidable or crafty enough to retrieve it from such an unearthly place.” Sesshomaru said squashing that theory, at least until Inuyasha opened his mouth again.

“We’ve both been inside the meido, you twice. What if Naraku managed to use that technique to slip into hell, and get your arm.”

Retrieving things from hell was not a new concept to Sesshomaru. He suddenly remembered the stone meido his mother wore. He remembered the ease with which she was able to retrieve Rin’s soul from the depths of hell even though Rin had already died once before that and rightfully belonged in the underworld.

“It is not impossible.” He conceded. “But we do not have time to sit around and guess. Hold onto tensaiga, I am going to gather your clothes.”

Sesshomaru carefully shifted Inuyasha out of his lap, hearing his brother groan in pain when he was left on the cold ground. He found that Inuyasha’s hakama was badly torn, and that his undershirt was wet from the river, but he brought the clothes back to his brother all the same.

Taking the wet undershirt Sesshomaru began cleaning Inuyasha’s bloodstained skin, dragging the cold cloth against cuts and gouges along his face neck and shoulders. Inuyasha winced but did not complain. By the power of tensaiga they were closing fast, leaving behind only the drying blood and soft bruising that accompanied rapid healing.

“Is there something wrong with me?” Inuyasha asked when Sesshomaru finished tying together his hakama. He hesitated, waiting for more from the trembling half demon, wondering what he was referring to. “How could I be tricked again? Am I really that gullible?”

Oh, Sesshomaru thought mind numbing into nothingness. This was not a question Sesshomaru felt particularly skilled in answering.

“Perhaps it is because it was your human night.” He said slowly. He probably didn’t say the right thing, because Inuyasha didn’t look comforted at all. But he didn’t have time to rectify that. Quickly he pulled Inuyasha to his feet, and when his brother stumbled a little dizzy from having stood to fast Sesshomaru picked him up and carried him in the direction of their pack.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Inuyasha vomited for a second time that morning; sick, terrified, angry… He tried to spit out the rest of the vomit from his mouth as Sesshomaru held him up with his only arm around his waist. He snorted trying to clear his nose of the acidic bile, but only ended up breathing in the scent of death.

It made his stomach churn. Inuyasha growled. His anger increase so absolutely and terribly that he could barely hear the sound of Kagome and Kouga yelling. He knew what they were saying anyways. Like him, they had been tricked. They now thought of Sesshomaru as the enemy.

Spitting more bile onto the forest floor Inuyasha pulled himself up sharply, only to bump into Sesshomaru’s shoulder. He felt his brother take a step back at the impact.

“Are you alright, Inuyasha?” Sesshomaru whispered. “Are you sure you weren’t poisoned last night?”

Inuyasha shook his head dizzily and tried to avoid looking at the blood covered campsite. He didn’t know if Sesshomaru understood how hard it was for him to see this. His friends, his pack, torn apart; they were literally and figuratively in pieces. Inuyasha was pretty sure the vomiting was from an extreme emotional reaction, and not of illness or poison.

“Sesshomaru! Let go of Inuyasha, or I will shoot you!” Kagome’s voice dragged along into Inuyasha’s head catching onto his attention like a snare. She seemed fiercely protective, maybe more-so now than ever. Maybe it was from seeing her friends’ lifeless bodies of blood and entrails on the ground.

He looked in her direction to see that the girl he loved was serious. Her bow was at the ready, and he could practically see her spiritual powers bending up around her and coming to life. She seemed showered in an electrical storm of pink and white. Inuyasha’s skin prickled in panic, and he felt like he might vomit again. But he held onto himself, demanded that his human weaknesses and fears die down and called out to her.

“Kagome, stop! It wasn’t Sesshomaru!” Inuyasha didn’t know if the words reached her, because Rin took that opportunity to knock Kagome to the ground. The two girls fell with a thud, and began to fight.

“What’s going on dog turd?” Kouga called out having sidestepped to avoid tumbling to the ground with Rin and Kagome. Inuyasha could see Rin holding onto Kagome as tight as she could. She was preventing her from getting up again, ever loyal to her mate by preventing a priestess from shooting him with an arrow. “How come you’re siding with him against your pack?”

“Inuyasha, I saw it! Sesshomaru killed everyone!” Shippo cried out jumping up and down from behind Kouga, apparently too afraid to come out from behind the wolf demon. All Inuyasha could dizzily see of him was a flash of his red hair every time he peaked out from behind Kouga’s legs. All he could smell from Shippo was the fresh scent of tears in the morning air. Mixed with blood, and sour stomach fluids, Inuyasha wished he was human again just so he could shut off his nose.

“This must have been the blood that was on your attacker last night.” Sesshomaru said very low. He sounded calm, but Inuyasha suspected it was only because he had readied himself for battle. Inuyasha blanched and looked out again. Sango was face down in a pool of her blood. A wicked gash tore into her neck. Inuyasha could see the bones of her vertebra peaking through the cut that almost severed her head. Miroku was only a few feet from her, but the monk had been eviscerated. All of his fleshy organs were becoming homes for flies this morning. And then Jakin was to their right, only a body with a crumbled head.

“It wasn’t Sesshomaru.” Inuyasha responded and then said it louder, trying to borrow some of his brother’s calm attitude for this. He took a step forward and tried to avoid the blood soaked ground. “Shippo you said you saw it happen. Tell me about it. Better yet, show me. Transform and act it out.”

Shippo was looking at him dubiously from behind Kouga’s leg, but Inuyasha could see in the kits eyes that he would do it.

“Inuyasha, what is this going to prove?” Kagome questioned having managed to sit up, but not detangled herself from Rin. “Kouga and Shippo both can smell Sesshomaru all over the place.”

“Just trust me, Kagome.” Inuyasha argued. “Shippo get up. Show us what happened.”

“Okay.” The fox said hesitantly and stepped out from behind his shelter. The little kit walked up to them, although he looked frightened and pulled a leaf out from his sleeve. Inuyasha could see his hands shaking and nodded to encourage him. Shippo sighed deep and put the leaf on his head.

For a moment Inuyasha’s senses were overwhelmed by the scent of fox magic, which always had a hint of sweet summertime leaves and cookies to it.

“Huh.” Sesshomaru huffed when Shippo came into view. Inuyasha couldn’t help a small grin as he looked at Shippo’s impersonation of Sesshomaru. Looked pretty much like his brother, except for the fox tail, and the fact that Shippo had kept the illusion with both arms.

“Ok, Shippo. Are you sure this is how Sesshomaru looked last night?” Inuyasha asked. The kit disguised as his brother nodded, but still looked a little scared, which was hilarious if only because that look was using the mighty Sesshomaru’s face. “Show us what happened.”

“Dog turd, this is stupid.” Kouga said. But Shippo turned around facing the camp site and appeared to think.

“I woke up because Jakin was screaming.” Shippo started. “He was calling someone a ‘filthy ghoul’. When I looked up Sesshomaru had him like this,” Shippo stepped forward still holding the illusion, and raised his left arm holding onto one of the little toys that he always carried around by the head. The little kit went on through the motions, explaining how the Sesshomaru he had seen squished out all of Jakin’s brains, and then turned on Sango and Miroku. Over and over again the kit acted out with both arms.
Inuyasha watched as Kouga caught on, looking from the kitsune to the inuyoukai as if double checking his sources and then frowning.

“Shippo are you sure about that?” Kagome asked from where she was still sitting being held down by Rin.

The kitsune stopped his acting and nodded.

“Yes.” He said his childish voice having been unchanged by the transformation. A moment later Inuyasha heard a little pop in the air and Shippo jumped over to them back to himself again. The kit stood in front of them hesitantly for a moment, as if he was gathering his courage. Then he jumped up onto Inuyasha’s shoulder and then to Sesshomaru’s. The kitsune and the inuyoukai looked at each other for a moment before Shippo tentatively picked up Sesshomaru’s left sleeve, just enough to confirm that his arm hadn’t reappeared.

Inuyasha watched as Sesshomaru allowed this. Satisfied Shippo jumped back to Inuyasha’s shoulder.

“You smell like oni guts. Not like my friends.” Shippo said sadly, and Inuyasha knew the kit was going to start crying again.

“So it wasn’t Sesshomaru.” Kagome replied, and as if those were the magic words Rin lessened her grip tumbling backwards because Kagome stood up.

Inuyasha sighed in relief feeling the heavy suspicion fade from the air.

“It is good that you can see reason.” Sesshomaru stated and stepped forward with determination. Inuyasha watched with his heart in his throat as Sesshomaru went to Sango’s side first. He drew tensaiga and slashed at the air around her. Inuyasha squinted swearing he saw the flash of something disintegrating against the blade of the sword. Sesshomaru wasted no time in going to Miroku’s side. “Inuyasha, put the monk’s body back together.”

He acted immediately at his brother’s words, lifting Miroku’s body and dragging his pieces back together so that there was less separation.

This time when Sesshomaru swung his sword Inuyasha clearly saw little imps falling apart at the touch of the blade.

Inuyasha heard Sango’s return to life, a sudden intake of breath and the half realized scream was all it took for him to turn to the slayer.

“Sango!” Kagome cried out and launched herself to her saved friend.

A moment later Miroku groaned and pulled himself up, all of his body having been sewed back together with the power of the healing sword.

“You killed us.” Sango was the first to speak wearily to Sesshomaru. But Inuyasha doubted his brother heard her. He had moved onto the final victim whose blood had pooled into the earth and poisoned the grass.

“No.” Inuyasha said gruffly not taking his eyes off of Sesshomaru as the demon stood over his loyal retainer. Sesshomaru just stood there with tensaiga in his hand, and Inuyasha wondered why he wasn’t cutting anything. “Sango, we were tricked, all of us. Naraku had his hand in this.”

“It’s true!” Shippo exclaimed. “The fake Sesshomaru had both arms!”

Inuyasha numbed a little wondering why Sesshomaru was just standing there. Why was he hesitating to use tensaiga on Jakin? He barely heard the background noise of Kagome explaining the confusing, horrible morning to Sango and Miroku. He didn’t want to listen to it again. He didn’t want to think about the last day. He knew eventually his friends would ask about him, and he didn’t want to tell them that he had been tricked too.

Inuyasha took a hesitant step forward, and was stopped by Rin who grabbed onto his sleeve.

“Tensaiga can only bring a person back once.” She whispered hoarsely. Glancing down Inuyasha saw that her big brown eyes were filled with tears, “Jakin-sama was revived once before. Sesshomaru told me that Kaijinbo had killed him after going mad from forging Tokijin.”

Tears slipped out of her eyes and trailed along her dirty face.

It was odd to watch Rin cry over Jakin. It was odd because Inuyasha suddenly knew that she was crying not because of her own sadness, but because Sesshomaru felt loss.

Rin tried to cover her tears with the sleeves of her kimono as Inuyasha looked back to his brother who still hadn’t moved. Slowly Inuyasha took the steps forward to stand by his brother. He didn’t have to look at the demon’s face to know that he was staring expressionless at the corpse. He didn’t have to look because now that they were mated Inuyasha could feel the creeping coldness of Sesshomaru’s sadness slinking into his blood. And for Sesshomaru, sadness was accompanied by anger.

Glancing to his side Inuyasha could see his brother’s hand clenched so tight around his sword that his knuckles were straining white. Pack, Inuyasha’s mind whispered to him. Part of the pack was gone, and even though it was Sesshomaru’s lackey, Jakin was still pack. Was – being the defining word. Jakin was now dead, and part of Sesshomaru’s pack, by proxy Inuyasha’s was irreversibly shattered.

“Hey,” Inuyasha said lowly, his voice a little hoarser than he imagined it should be, “Jakin knew it wasn’t you.”

The words slipped out with the overwhelming need to comfort, to console. If Inuyasha was the type of person to embrace people freely he would have taken his brother into his arms. But he wasn’t that good at this kind of mushy stuff.

Sesshomaru just slid his eyes towards him in silence, waiting for an explanation.

“Inuyasha’s right.” Rin said softly walking up to his other side, “Jakin had to have known it wasn’t you. Could you really imagine him calling you a ‘filthy ghoul’?”

Sesshomaru laughed, but it was bittersweet. Inuyasha nodded in thanks towards Rin, he hadn’t actually thought of that. Inuyasha had just been saying it because if he was in Sesshomaru’s shoes he would have been deeply bothered by the idea of one of his companions being sent to the afterlife thinking that he had murdered them.

The idea brought to mind his past with Kikyo, and he had to shake his head free of that nightmare. Life was different now, and he had to keep moving. Inuyasha knew they had to keep moving, because Naraku was playing the same old games. But he knew in his heart that if he survived them once he could do it again.

“Come on Sesshomaru, we should bury him.” Inuyasha said after a moment.

“I can say a prayer for his soul.” Miroku said from behind them. Inuyasha looked over his shoulder at his friend. He hadn’t expected anyone to be listening. He thought they were all still moved by their own deaths and subsequent resurrections.

But his pack, his friends stood behind them a little worse for the wear, and offering consolation to the one they were tricked into thinking took their lives.

No, Naraku’s little tricks would not work here. Inuyasha looked at his friends with a mixture of pride and humble awe. There were no other humans in the world quite so fit to be his pack as they were.

“He would not want a human’s sympathy.” Sesshomaru said cutting into Inuyasha’s thoughts. The blinding smell of poison filled the air and Inuyasha looked back to see Sesshomaru had laid the dead imp straight with the staff of two heads and decided that a burial wasn’t good enough.

Sesshomaru’s corrosive poison started working immediately. It melted Jakin’s body, and the sturdy magical staff that the imp always carried. Only the sharp scent of flowers budded in the cold air.

“You’re going to destroy his staff?” Rin asked a little alarmed.

“There is no other deserving of its powers.” Sesshomaru said wanly.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

He watched greedily as her perfect fingers trailed down the sides of the silver mirror he gave her. Perfect, pale fingers tipped with lacquered claws. She was fixated on the glossy surface of the mirror, watching those focused within unaware that the mirror only showed her what he allowed her to see.

“Little spider,” Inukimi spoke softly, “You’re plan doesn’t appear to be working.”

Naraku chuckled to himself and took another step forward tingling at the sight of her perfection. Dark and stormy he arrived inside the spirit castle just before the first perfect flakes of snow drifted down to the world below. They would probably melt before they hit the ground creating icy rain.

Besides none of Inukimi’s guards or spirit servants blinked an eyelash at his return, because they couldn’t tell he wasn’t the lady’s son.

“Distrust and suspicion are easy seeds to plant in the hearts of men. Their traveling party isn’t convinced of Sesshomaru-sama’s innocence. And your dear sons are ruled by their desire for pack.” Naraku threw out his explanation confidently. He knew that the plan to tear them apart had failed, but it had been the most fun he had in a long time.

The trickery had only been part of the fun. He enjoyed the melodrama of it all, and allowed this great demon to see the attack on Inuyasha’s pack. What he didn’t allow her to see was all the dark fun he had with the hanyou.

Inuyasha let Naraku fuck him raw, just because he couldn’t see through the illusion. And Naraku had taken great pleasure in shredding up the hanyou’s heart by making him believe that his lover had turned on him so completely. The seething anger he had left Inuyasha with that day was a beautiful paint on his skin.

Inukimi shifted her golden eyes away from the youki crafted mirror at his words and Naraku grinned wildly at her sudden attention. Her eyes briefly scanned him, as if she herself had a hard time telling the difference between him and her not so dearly loved son. Ironic, considering Inukimi had been the one who retrieved Sesshomaru’s arm from the deepest depths of the underworld to give Naraku his disguise.

“Little spider, why do you come to me wearing the form of my son? I know who you are, and when you grin you make his face into someone else.” She drawled as if the illusion didn’t bother her, but Naraku was already onto her secret.

Having only Sesshomaru’s arm in his possession bestowed Naraku with a great amount of power he hadn’t previously had. It confirmed some of his suspicions and validated his desire to absorb the icy demon completely. Although the arm didn’t give him the ability to copy any of Sesshomaru’s more significant powers, assimilating it had given Naraku a taste of some of the inuyoukai’s unique attributes. Like his sense of smell.

Even when he wasn’t utilizing the illusion of Sesshomaru’s body, the arm provided just enough cohesion with his body to bolster his sense of smell. And he was the type of person who looked for small things to manipulate people with all the time.

Ever since the first time he attached Sesshomaru’s arm to himself and used the considerable power of a cast off piece of flesh, Naraku had noticed a certain perfume around Inukimi. It smelled like sweet honeysuckle and grew stronger when he appeared to her as her son.

Leaning forward Naraku plucked the mirror from Inukimi’s hands and placed it gently down on the lounging chair next to her. She watched him hooked by his threads, his magnetism. Using his own form she never allowed him this close, but she seemed spell bound when he donned the skin of her son. Their faces were mere breaths apart.

“Don’t you enjoy the way I look, my lady?” Naraku almost chuckled when he felt her fingers tremble on his face. “Is that not your heat I smell so sweet in the air?”

He was surprised, and then not at all that she slashed his face at those words. His blood dripped down into her lap, and he took the moment to smash his fake lips against hers.

The Empress of the Clouds tasted delicious. Naraku knew he had her enthralled when she kissed back, weaving her pretty tongue with his. And then she slashed him across his chest, cutting open the cloth he used to dress in down to his breast bone. The sting was enticing.

“Do not presume to know so much, little spider.” Inukimi said resting her hands in her lap even though his flesh was torn up under her claws. “I am a mother, not a monster. You have yet to fulfill the obligations of our contract. And as I said, you make his face into someone else.” She turned her head to the side as if avoiding his gaze. It made him grin more. Boldly he reached out grabbing her chin and forcing her face towards him.

“Do you want to know what I will do next?”

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