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Fading away	By : Akikazehana Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Inuyasha even thought I'd like to and well, I stay as penniless as before this story as I won't even a single penny out of this

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Plan to finish this story before the start of the exam period: FAIL (fault -> laziness, portal 2, ...)
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“You coming or not?”

“Wait a damn minute, will you?”

Sesshomaru was leaning against the door frame of Inuyasha's house and looked darkly into the corridor. Why could the hanyou never be on time? He sighed as he finally heard his younger brother hurry through the house. Wearing a kimono in green colors, clearly showing the calm seriousness the writer would bear in public, the hanyou slipped into his tabis while looking somewhat irritated at his elder brother before following the youkai in human appearance to the exit of his domain.

“You didn’t have to come and get me with your car! I can drive my own car very fine, you know?”

“So what? I decided I’d take you there in my limousine… you’d better be thankful.”

“I didn’t ask for it, moron.”

“Idiot. Don’t you want to show a bit of class tonight?”

“Class? I don’t need a limousine for that! And haven’t you thought about the questions about us showing up together like that?”

“We can just say that we’re relatives…”

“… May I remind you that we both carefully designed family trees on our own? They aren’t really compatible and trust those nosy journalists to find out at least that much…”

“Then childhood friends…”

“You’re supposed to have lived in Hokkaido while I lived my whole life here… quite a bit of a distance for childhood friends, don’t you think?”

“*sigh* acquaintances?”

“When, where and how did we meet?”

“Let’s just go with the half-true story of our first meeting in this century.”

“Hmmm?”

“I wanted to purchase the land around your house to build my hotel, I talked with you, you warned me and saved from losing a lot of money and so we became friends… how does that sound?”

“Hm, I think they’ll buy it… Nice limousine.”

“Thanks.”

“Why isn’t it white?”

“Black has more class.”

“Says the one with the white hair.”

“White-haired half-dog yourself.”

With a little nod of his head Sesshomaru winked Inuyasha to hop in as he held the door open for him. The hanyou was slightly grumpy as he had had to work through the last two nights to meet his deadline so he could go see the play and was quite easily annoyed due to the lack of sleep. Sitting the farthest away he could from his elder brother he just looked at the scenery flying by, almost pouting if the almost impassible mask of the pale, sickly writer hadn’t covered it up in the eyes of the easily fooled humans. The driver made no remark about the strange mood in the back even though he asked himself, why his chef was smiling to himself – a very rare expression for the cold person – while they said nothing to each other as if after a fight.

A crowd had already formed in front of the theater and as soon as Sesshomaru had maneuvered his long limbs out of the car with royal elegance he was basked in the flashlights of the photographers. A hidden cold stare forbid him to extend a hand towards his younger brother and he chuckled softly as he saw his brother step out with a similar grace and smile softly at the cameras while the youkai kept his cold and aloof expression as they walked towards the entrance. Inuyasha, or rather Shirayuki-sensei, was held off by some reporters who wanted to know his thoughts about the play – and probably also the reason for his unusual company, as Sesshomaru guessed – while Sesshomaru recognized a familiar face as the executive director of a trading partner and exchanged some small talk with him before they all entered the entry hall of the theater. As a young lady was about to lead the honor guests to their loges, Sesshomaru turned around to Inuyasha and said with a friendly voice:

“Shall we, Shirayuki-sensei?”

The icy aura hidden behind the gentle smile roughly said: If-you-do-something-as-stupid-as-offering-me-an-arm-now-I’m-going-to-bite-it-off-and-shove-it-down-your-throat, although Sesshomaru wasn’t sure if he had interpreted the part about shoving correctly. He hoped that the play would soothe down his brother or they would be on their way to their biggest fight of that century, no matter if they were surrounded by some other VIPs and the fine flower of the city’s elite. The youkai sighed slightly as they reached the loge where the sight onto the stage was the best and sat down on his seat in the front, chuckling softly at the sight of his younger brother sitting next to him. He could almost see his furry triangles drooping down in his pout but he didn’t dare to tease him anymore. The hanyou sunk into the soft seat and shut himself off into his own little world behind the barrier of his crossed arms. Only when the lights and the chattering of the public beneath them quieted down that Sesshomaru could observe from the corner of his eyes how his brother relaxed a bit.

The first half of the play was very satisfying for the daiyoukai. Even though he had read the play and quite liked it in its written form, seeing it performed was something else. The actors were in spite of their relative small fame excellent and rendered the story exactly the way Sesshomaru had imagined it. By the time the curtain closed down for a break, a soft smile was painted on the hanyou’s lips who was now leaning on the balustrade to comfortably look down on the actors bringing life to the persons he had so far only seen in his imagination. After clapping Inuyasha stretched his body and his elder brother thought once more that the hanyou had quite some similarities with cats from the way he moved. The younger brother noticed the gaze of the youkai and this time smiled softly as he asked:

“Shall we go and grab a drink, Fuyu-san?”

“Sure.”

Fortunately the journalists weren’t bothering them so the two brothers could enjoy the wine they had taken at the buffet offered for the special occasion and observe those humans around. Suddenly a young woman appeared out of the little mass of humans and headed straight for Inuyasha. His face lit up as he recognized her right before she bowed slightly, the greeting equally returned by the hanyou.

“Good evening, Shirayuki-sensei.”

“Good evening, Shimon-sensei. Congratulations on your new novel.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m honored that someone like you would remember my work. I came to congratulate you on those poems you wrote. I read them and I have to say that I’m very impressed by your skills. They easily rival with the works of your father.”

“Thank you. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet found the time to read your novel; I was rather busy those days but as soon as my editor leaves her guarding post…”

“Please don’t worry about that, I’m not yet at a level where my writing could endanger your position…”

“My my… let us not have rivalry rule our relationship. I would rather not lose the friendship to such a wonderful young woman like you…”

“Oh, you’re flattering me… our ages aren’t that far apart… and yes, may I come and visit you sometime next month? I’d like to have the opinion of a fellow writer on a project of my editor…”

“You are welcome to come by anytime. Here’s a business card with my address as I’ve forbidden the editing company to give it away…”

“Thank you very much… Oh, here comes my husband.”

Sesshomaru had been looking at the woman while trying to remember where he had heard her name before. He couldn’t remember her as an author but he knew he had encountered her family name somewhere in the harsh world of the highly competitive market. A tall, young man with red-brownish hair came nearer and the youkai remembered. Shimon-san was the director of the PR management department of a company he thankfully didn’t rival a lot for the skills of the young man were feared in his milieu. If anybody in a high position had ever done something shady in the past or had some inconsistencies with what they told the public about their lives, he could be trusted to quickly research it and pressure them so much with the information they would surrender every time they had a confrontation with his mother company. He had gotten the reputation of being a fox, which had quickly become his nickname that he even used himself as joke.

“Ooooooh, what have we got here? The finest of the fine flower of Tokyo… Good evening, Shirayuki-sensei… my wife is so infatuated with your works I sometimes get jealous of you… and good evening, Fuyu-san, the one who has been named ‘The Ice King’ by all of those who got to work with you or so I’ve heard…”

“Darling! I told you not to act like that in front of Shirayuki-sensei!”

“Hahaha, my bad.”

“Good evening, Shimon-san… or should I call you ‘Fox’?”

“Calm and collected as ever, Fuyu-san… I’m honored you remembered my meager existence…”

“Darling! I’m sorry, Fuyu-san, my husband is being silly tonight…”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not offended… not at all… foxes aren’t supposed to be tame after all…”

The young woman looked slightly embarrassed and the wave of her editor to come seemed to bring relief and she hurriedly took her leave:

“My editor seems to want to speak to me… I wish you a pleasant evening, Shirayuki-sensei, Fuyu-san… Come on, darling!”

“Oh, I want to speak a bit longer to my Ice King…”

*sigh* “… be nice…”

“Haaaai, hai… sooo, Fuyu-san? May I inquire the story behind this… unusual… relationship you two share?”

Sesshomaru looked at him coldly, not sure if he should just go along with that man, when Inuyasha said with a calm and relaxed voice:

“We’re friends…”

“Friends?”

“Just friends…”

The man chuckled in a way that barely betrayed that he knew more than they wanted to make him believe. With a quick glance to his surroundings he assured that no one else really paid attention to them before closing his eyes. The brothers didn’t let their surprise show at the sudden sight of long, slit pupils of onyx against a reddish-gold background, betraying the wild origins of their owners. Sesshomaru took a sip of his wine and asked almost neglecting:

“Half or quarter?”

“Quarter… I’m a ‘fox’, after all…”

“How ironic…”

“I was rather surprised to find out that the lord of all inu youkai is the director of the Tsuki company when we met two years ago… but I had no idea that Shirayuki-sensei would be one of your kind as well… How come a pure-blood and a hanyou are friends?”

“Brothers.”

“Oh… Don’t worry... my lord… I don’t have the intention of using such information in my usual work…”

“I wasn’t worried about that… even I can believe that ‘foxes’ have some honor…”

Inuyasha, who had been silent so far, asked after the scent of the quarter youkai seemed to strike something in his memory:

“May I know who your ancestor was? I happen to know a few foxes…”

“Shippou the trickster… he’s originally from here…”

“Really? Is he still alive?”

“Yes… last time I visited him two years ago he was still fine and better looking than I… do you know him?”

“Haha, you may say so… just tell him Inuyasha sends him his regards…”

“Hmm… I will do so next time I go visit him… when did you mee-“

“It looks like the play is resuming… It was nice meeting you, Shimon-san. I hope you enjoy the play.”

The hanyou politely smiled at the quarter before making his way to the loge, his elder brother following after a quick little nod of his head.
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