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Fading away	By : Akikazehana Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7157 -:- 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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here, chapter 4 as a thank you... so far I've written the end, some drabbles in between but I'm still missing those pesky little parts in between. Don't worry, I'm having my little plot bunnies run around as free as they want, screw math test tomorrow :)... Maybe chapter 5 will follow tonight... smut will come... later on :)
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To Sesshomaru’s surprise it hadn’t been as unpleasant as he had thought to spend almost half a day with his younger half-brother, though the dinner could really have used a bit of real meat. It had been much more pleasant than the dinner he was attending now a few days later with working partners and some of his employees. He wasn’t exactly disgusted by humans but he was as always disappointed at their behavior. Why couldn’t all humans be like Rin? Even when she had been the incessantly chatting little girl and not the dignified old lady she had become later on, she had been a much better company than those men who knew no grace, no real dignity. With one ear he listened to them speaking about market tendencies while nipping on his wine. Didn’t they know that they had to be thankful for the food they received? When Sesshomaru had still been a freely roaming demon, he had known, that even if he could easily hunt every prey he set his eyes upon, nothing was free in this world. No food came for free and even if the eaten thing was lower, it had still to be respected for giving its flesh to him.

And these men were neglecting to taste their food at all, talking all the time to look intelligent or resourceful or whatever, without respecting the calm and serenity in which a meal should be taken. Although he tried to limit the number of business meals as much as possible, Sesshomaru had to go through quite a few of those in a year. He finished his wine and after observing these humans for a little while, he decided that nothing good would come out of this little reunion anymore. He feigned important business and left those, knowing that if anything interesting came up his employees could be trusted to inform him thoroughly the next day. In silence he let himself be driven back to the main building and after finishing up some little paperwork turned to his now favorite occupation. He opened a bottle of finest sake out of his reserve for his personal use only and began to read in his loft only illuminated by the moon light. As soon as the clock showed eleven, he left for his room, knowing that no one dared to disturb him around this time.

This story he was now reading deserved his full attention and also an appropriate setting. He wore one of his last youkai silk kimonos, changed his appearance back to its original state and enjoyed the absolute calm he rarely found in the human world. On the wall behind his bed were photos, one of his mother when he had last seen her in her palace of snow hidden behind a barrier on the tip of the snow-covered mountains, a drawing of Rin he had made himself while she had been alive with a little bottle beneath it, containing the last flowers she had given to him, long ago turned into dust and now, only since a few days, the photo of his younger brother on the beach. The moon light illuminated those three faces as he looked up once, and gazed at the only three persons that ever really had had a connection to him. Jaken had been a little bit fun and slightly useful but he wasn’t really something nice to look at so Sesshomaru had just kept the two-headed staff next to Tensaiga, Bakusaiga and Tokijin on the adjacent wall. Then, <A Song to the Moon> caught his attention again.

This story was the one he had enjoyed most so far. He had liked the others very much but this one seemed to strike something in him. The story also differed quite a bit from the others that had always been about issues of one person against society as it was about two brothers. Set in old times, one brother was deformed and ugly while the other was an exceptional beauty and a marvelous dancer. The story was written from the view point of the younger, deformed brother and described his mental torture at his brother’s beauty, the anguish every time the brother was kind before rejecting him again, the envy at everything the brother could do better than him. Then, the younger brother discovered an old flute and his talent for music. Sesshomaru could almost hear the softly whispering sound of the breath through the wood, the calm lament offered to the night when everybody slept. The elder brother discovered by chance the beautiful music but rejected the idea of showing his brother to the public until the brother came up with the idea to play hidden behind a panel or hidden behind bushes. The descriptions of how the dance and the flute melody melt together had shivers run down Sesshomaru’s back as they sounded more delicious than sex. However, as the audience couldn’t tell anymore which one was better, the elder brother felt his position endangered and ordered his brother to destroy the flute with his own hands.

The brother, who had always done what the other had asked of him, refused and in the violent dispute that ensued, the younger brother wounded the elder lightly and fled, fearing the wrath of his only blood relative left. The elder brother sent warriors after him and was cruelly satisfied until he had his next performance. The audience, already looking forward to the next wonderful duo, booed him for not giving them right music, shaming him for the rest of his life. When the dancer received notice that the warriors had found his brother, he himself mounted and took the family sword. The story ended just where the dancer rushed towards his brother; sword drawn and face distorted by anger while the other looked at him peacefully while “offering his song to the moon”.

Sesshomaru felt like ringing his brother and make him tell what happened afterwards but he wondered more about the reason why this story touched him so much. It wasn’t like he could identify with the younger brother; it was more like he wanted to protect the little one and take the place of the elder brother to show the younger one the due affection he deserved. But sometimes he wondered if not the whole family was at fault. The younger brother had been described as shunned by his whole family, treated as a domestic and yet Sesshomaru could feel the underlying feelings of pure adoration for the elder brother. The moment when the younger finally had something to come closer to his brother, the motivation and hope he held had no intention of overthrowing his brother but only of finally being closer and to be proud to say that they were similar. Sesshomaru couldn’t understand how this had escaped the attention of the elder brother and seriously wished he could enter the story and beat it into the skull of that dancer.

Then it struck him that the dancer had been described as having almost no feelings, no emotions to relate to, as if he had been a stranger to the author himself. Sesshomaru couldn’t bring himself to dislike the elder brother in the beginning of the story but hated him as soon as he showed those envious and bitter feelings towards the talent and success of his younger brother. He sighed and laid the book aside to look outside at the full moon while sipping a bit of sake. Maybe if he had some free time that weekend he could visit again. Though, he first had to find a plausible reason, he couldn’t really just show up and say: <Hey, I was feeling like coming to bug you about the ending of that book!>. It wasn’t compatible with his pride although he felt a bit like throwing this pride into the wind at least in front of his little brother. As he let himself bask in the moonlight, the book lazily held in his lap, he closed his eyes to doze a bit while thinking that it didn’t disturb him as much as before to call him his brother.

It took Sesshomaru two more weeks to find a day to himself so that he could go off without having to worry about missing anything important at work. As he got into his car, he was still thinking about what to give as an excuse and found it as he drove by some food stores. He remembered his brother not having bought meat and decided that a nice piece of good meat would be good enough as thanks for the photos since they had really helped him. His hotel was being built somewhere else and his lawyer filed suit against those real estate agents that had thought that they could trick him. He didn’t dare to think about how much money he would have lost if he hadn’t talked with his brother that day. Half an hour later after having been at the best meat store, a secret tip in the small youkai society of Tokyo as the owner was himself a hanyou, always cutting and preparing the meat to the best taste of his mostly youkai customers, the daiyoukai drove again on the road to his brother’s place. He absentmindedly smiled to himself until he saw himself in a reflection, immediately trying to look sterner but couldn’t help to look forward to his stay at the cliff. He didn’t know if it was the perspective of being able to walk around with his real appearance or enjoy an environment without the stench of the humans that had begun to inhabit everything in his vicinity but he did look forward to it.

To his surprise no one responded at the door and after a few seconds of hesitation he jumped over the wall and made his way to the house. He found it open but empty. After having deposed the meat in the kitchen he began to search for the owner of the house. All the rooms were empty but the scents told him that Inuyasha was nearby. Following him like a prey, he found the stairway down to the beach and caught a glimpse of back hair on the beach. Somehow relieved to have found him but slightly annoyed to have to keep on the hiding spells he walked down the stairs, not rushing anymore as he took in the sight of the grey blue ocean offering itself to him as the wind danced once furiously, once gently around him. When he reached the beach he discovered a little wooden platform in a part of the cliff that shielded it from most of the violent winds. Completely defenseless was, however, his brother.

Sessomaru crouched a bit down to look at the face of his sleeping brother. Two little notebooks were around him, one closed and the other held open by his hand while he had let his head fall down on his propped up knee and fallen asleep in this precarious position. While Sesshomaru debated with himself if he should wake him up or let him sleep, he studied the face of his brother closely. He noticed the obvious dark rings beneath his eyes, the almost hollow cheeks and his overall paleness. The long sleeve on his shirt showed a bit of his underarms as they had been pushed upwards and Sesshomaru felt almost scared at their thinness. His wrists were probably so small he could hold both of them in one hand without much effort. And yet, Inuyasha didn’t seem to be that powerless. The way the muscles flowed under his skin betrayed an underlying strength, even if it wasn’t as much as it had once been. Suddenly, as if the wind had tipped him once too much, Sesshomaru saw his brother loose his balance and begin to tilt away. Right before his head slammed against the wood, the strong arms of the youkai caught him. With a sigh of relief he sat down and gently deposed the head in his lap and wondered at the same time why he was this gentle.

At first Sesshomaru was satisfied with just sitting there and watch the scenery, but after half an hour he began to feel a bit impatient and restless. In his reach, however, was one of the notebooks and without spending a further thought if he should take a look at it, he opened it somewhere in the middle and began to decipher the scribbles. They were notes about characters, possible developments, sarcastic remarks at reviews cut out from newspapers, a list of description Inuyasha had had to take out but wanted to keep but the thing that was the most interesting to Sesshomaru where the little drawings. They reached from simple line-and-point drawings to rather elaborate portraits of his characters, pictures he had altered and calligraphies of names, trying out their different effects. Sesshomaru almost laughed out loud at the snarky comments with red pen at the especially boring review of his last book but his smile became tender as Inuyasha had underlined a remark he thought to be true and had immediately made notes about how to change this in the next book. From the way it looked, to be an author was quite some work and not just some drabbling on a laptop.

Inuyasha stirred in his lap and Sesshomaru looked down just in time for the first thing Inuyasha saw through his sleep-drunken eyes to be the youkai’s now still green eyes. With a shriek the hanyou pushed away and tumbled right off the wooden platform as a result of his frantic escape. Sesshomaru wasn’t sure if he should laugh or be worried or be both at the same time. Deciding to do the second before the first, he looked over the edge and saw his younger brother lying on the sand looking confused and slightly dazed.

“Hello there…”

“You…”

Sesshomaru burst out laughing, something he did very, very rarely (in fact it was maybe the third time in his life) and turned away before the angry-puppy-stare of his brother made him lose his composure once more. He was still giggling when the hanyou climbed back on, snatched his notebook out of his unresisting hands but the youkai caught the angry fist nonetheless with a single hand.

“Youuuuu…”

“Aww, come on! It’s not my fault…”

A stare worthy of a weapon license tried to pierce him but Sesshomaru calmed down and became his good old cool self.

“You were falling off as you were sleeping so I caught you. You should thank me for saving your head, Inuyasha.”

“Yeah right, that’s why I now have a bump on my head…”

The hanyou sat down with a heavy sigh.

“What are you doing here? I don’t remember lending you anything anymore.”

“Oh, I just brought a little something for giving me these photos.”

“You shouldn’t have.”

“I’ll do what I want and when I want.”

“Well then, do whatever you want, I have to work tonight so I won’t be playing host or anything.”

“I can do fine without a host. Though a cook might not be bad…”

“Sesshomaruuu… you…”

“What?”

*Sigh* “Nothing… I’m going back; I’ve been far too long down here. Yamakawa-san will chew me out of I don’t have the manuscript by tomorrow.”

“Did I come at a bad time?”

“Not really… just one chapter left or else I wouldn’t have come down here.”

“I see… I hope you don’t mind having me here.”

“I do.”

“Nice.”
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