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A Tale of Tales	By : GoddessEva Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor do I make any money off of this work. InuYasha is the property of RumikoTakahashi, though is He weren't he and his brother would never defeat Naraku, or anyone else because they would be fucking like bunnies.

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Chapter 4

If he had been anyone else, he would have killed him. No, not figuratively, literally, ended his life, and buried him in a wall in his bedroom- maybe the floor- so he could look at (read: step on) his grave each and every day. Alas, this was his brother, and he should be patient with him, like his nii-chan. But Gods, Takeshi could be so damn annoying in the morning it wasn’t even funny…
“Saiou, you know you’re not supposed to hide your knives in your sleeves. They’re for eating, not stabbing people. What would mother say?”
He scowled. “Would you like to ask her? I’m sure I can arrange that for you.”
“You know that isn’t the mother I’m talking about. Lady InuKiyomi is our mother now, and has been for almost two centuries, why do you deny her the honor she’s due?”
“Because, dearest brother, she isn’t our mother. She’s our step mother and to call her anything else is to spit on Mother’s memory. How would InuYasha feel if he heard you calling her your mother? He’d kill you; that is how he would feel.”
“InuYasha is not, nor will he ever be, here. We made sure of that. He’s a half-breed who’s caused nothing but trouble for the both of us, even when we were children; always strutting around the house like he owned the place, like he was the elder brother, entitled to all that was rightfully mine. Besides, he killed our mother.”
“He did not.”
“Well, he may as well have.”
“InuYasha was good to us, in case you’ve forgotten. He took care to make sure we were fed and clothed with a warm, safe place to sleep at night, long before that woman ever thought of seeking us out. He was the one that told us to go with her without him; we didn’t ‘see to’ anything. He didn’t want to be a burden to us, so he told us not to say anything about him when she came to take us.”
Takeshi scoffed. “Only because he knew that Lady InuKiyomi would kill him for his weakness. He was a coward, Saiou, nothing more.”
“Funny, because I distinctly remember a certain someone bawling his eyes out begging Lady Kiyomi not to hurt him, screaming for said ‘coward’ to come and save him. Never mind the sniveling child that huddled in the safe haven that same ‘coward’ built for him to hide in while his mother was murdered.”
“You were no better!”
“No, I wasn’t but I didn’t call my savior a coward either! He was twice the care-giver anyone here ever was and he loved us! Why do you have to say such horrible things about him, when all that bitch ever does is check in on us now and then to make sure that we aren’t doing anything to embarrass her and her precious, perfect Sesshomaru. Or have you forgotten our perfect elder brother?”
“He is perfect.” Takeshi sighed dreamily. “And someday, he’ll take me as his mate; I am the only one worthy of him after all. Mother says so.”
“I’m sure she does.” Saiou rolled his eyes, throwing the knife in his sleeve down on the table next to his breakfast plate. “I’ m going to bathe before we have to tend to our studies, enjoy your daydream, idiot.”
Takeshi frowned at the insult but said nothing, merely returning his dreamy gaze to whatever imaginary Sesshomaru was gracing his mind. Saiou shook his head sadly, his own thoughts turning toward a very different brother.
InuYasha was always good to them. He never raised his voice, he never hit them, and he never expected anything of them except decent behavior and very minimal mischief. In return they were well taken care of, safe, well fed, warm, and well clothed. InuYasha had spared no expense when it came to their care, and whatever they wanted, they got. So, Saiou guessed, they were pretty spoiled, something that Lady InuKiyomi could replicate just as well, if not better than their younger brother; but the one thing she could never give them, which InuYasha gave in surplus, was love. No matter what they did, no matter how often they did things that disappointed him, InuYasha always loved them, and never even considered depriving them of that love and affection. When InuKiyomi was upset with them, she all but ignored them until they had either done something to make it up to her, or begged her to come and see them, to ‘love them’ again. Despite everything that he had forgotten about his brother’s teachings, he did remember that one mantra that his otouto repeated long after their mother’s death. No matter what you do, no matter who you are, you’re family, and I will always love you. Even if it kills me, Saiou, I love you. InuKiyomi would never even consider allowing them to wrinkle her kimono, what the hell made Takeshi think she would die for them.
He shrugged. He was ranting again, he knew as he stepped out of the bath, possessing no knowledge of precisely how he got there. InuYasha would have loved this. He thought as he fingered all of his fine clothes and shoes. He would be glad that we had such nice things…
He started when he heard a knock at his door. Sumiko, his personal servant entered at his behest and bowed, respectfully. “My lady has asked me to prepare you for the day’s festivities.”
Festivities? Ah, yes, our birthday…*sigh* Happy Birthday, Yasha. “Alright, Sumiko. Does the lady have any thoughts on what I should wear?”
“Master Takeshi is wearing his white and gold kimono, and Lord Sesshomaru is planning to wear his traditional with red Kon, so I would encourage you to match them.”
InuYasha wouldn’t encourage me to do anything except what I wanted. “I suppose that’s best.”
“Yes, Master Saiou. I’m sure my Lady will be very pleased.”
He nodded his head acquiescently, dutifully allowing her to dress him, to brush and oil his hair, and exited the room to join his brother’s and step-mother in the ballroom where servants were hanging decorations for the party that would be held later that day. He bowed respectfully at Lady InuKiyomi before standing next to her and surveying the scene before him. There were ribbons of blue silk hanging from the ceiling, vases of flowers adorning the tables that would hold beverages and hors d'oeuvres for the guests to enjoy, paintings of the family, from his great grandfather AkiHiro-Taisho, his grandfather AkiHiko-Taisho (AkiHiko for short), his father Akio-InuTaisho, though many simply knew him as InuTaisho, and His brother Sesshomaru. He and his brother Takeshi’s pictures had been moved to adorn the mantle of the large fireplace sitting in the center of the largest wall on the east side of the ballroom, both bordered by gold where there had previously been white frame, to signify their coming of age. InuYasha’s portrait wasn’t present in the hall; it never had been, because he’d never sat to have it painted. Which is a shame, Saiou thought to himself, sadly, he was so beautiful, I bet he’s mesmerizing now that he’s an adult.
Yes, they were adults now. At least, they were mating age anyway. Tonight they would be tested, and surely one of the two of them would be identified as a bearer and would be presented to suitors to be chosen for a viable mating, the first and greatest of which would be their lord brother Sesshomaru; the other would be presented to a line of bearers and would choose a potential mate from the flock. If neither of them had found a mate that night, they would be sequestered for mating season- at least the bearer would be, the alpha would be allowed to fuck basically whoever he wanted- until it was over. Then the process would be restarted on their next birthday a year from now, until they found a partner.
He knew that Takeshi hoped he would be a bearer so that he could mate with their brother Sesshomaru, but he also knew that such a thing was unlikely. He was the eldest of three and had displayed strong inclination towards alpha male behavior, even when they were children, so it was almost impossible for him to be a bearer. It had happened before, certainly; his grandfather had been a bearer and he was the first son of AkiHiro-Taisho, but still AkiHiko was the exception, not the rule. Takeshi was an alpha, he just knew it. The only identity in question, really, was his. Saiou wasn’t sure what to expect, honestly, though he had always assumed that he and InuYasha would be bearers and had dreamed of them growing up together, and having children together, and being pregnant all at the same time, perhaps even being mated together; he had even shared these dreams with InuYasha, often in fact, to which the half-demon simply smiled and nodded and agreed and said nothing else about it. Saiou knew, now, that his brother probably believed he would never be mated and happy, he would be too busy providing for them and their futures to look for a mate himself. Secretly, Saiou had wished that his Yasha was an alpha, or at least not a bearer, so that the two of them could be mated; he didn’t want to share his beautiful brother with anyone else.
You see, where Takeshi had thought Sesshomaru was perfect and beautiful and worshipped him and everything he did: Saiou adored his brother InuYasha in equal measure. To him, InuYasha was the epitome of perfection. He was graceful and patient and kind and oh so beautiful. He glowed in the moonlight or the sunlight, which ever happened to be shinning at the time, he was gentle and always had a kind word to say; would stroke his hair, or his back to comfort him, and had never let him know any true pain or heartache while they were together. Saiou loved his brother dearly, and had been in-love with him for years. He was devastated when InuYasha instructed him not to reveal his identity to Lady InuKiyomi, and had always been resentful of her and his brother for simply accepting that. His poor, gentle, Yasha….
“Saiou, are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” He snapped out of his reminiscences by his older brother, who was waving his hand in front of his face frantically. “What?”
Takeshi huffed impatiently. “Seriously, Saiou, you’re supposed to listen when I talk to you. I am your older brother after all.”
“Sorry, Takeshi I was spaced out.”
“Yeah, I saw that. You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Thinking of your mate.” Takeshi wiggled his eyebrows. “Huh, huh? Ha-ha, I bet you’re thinking of that prince in the East, the one with the blue hair. He’s pretty, but don’t you think you should be dreaming of someone else, like Sesshomaru, say. One of us should mate him after all, so if it isn’t me, it will definitely be you.”
“I wasn’t-“
“Of course, you won’t be as perfect a match as I am, but still better than anyone else.”
“Takeshi I was- “
“Though, maybe if you would stop complaining about-“
“I was thinking about INUYASHA!” Saiou shouted, loud enough to make all the servants stop what they were doing and turn to look at them.
“What? Again? Why don’t you think of something else for once, Saiou? Seriously, he’s gone. It’s been, what, two hundred years? Come on.”
“I’m sorry; he’s just been on my mind lately.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted him to be your mate…”
“…..Maybe I do…”
“WHAT!?” It was Takeshi’s turn to yell now. “What happened to ‘Oh, Yasha, when we get older and have mates, we’ll spend so much time together: we’ll give birth together, we’ll be pregnant together, and we’ll even raise our kids together! It’ll be so great!’”
“I was…..fibbing….a little…”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“Anyway, it’s too late for that now, like you said, he’s gone.”
“Well then,” Takeshi said, suddenly very excited. “Let’s let the servants do their thing, and join Mother and Nii-chan in the sitting room until the guests arrive.”
“Is he back?”
“Yes, he arrived earlier this morning.”
“Okay, then I guess. Do you think-“

He was interrupted by the sudden force of magic being unleashed throughout the house. As he returned to equilibrium, he drank in the scent that came with the powerful aura and smiled widely. “Yasha…”

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Takeshi was more than a little annoyed by his brother’s attitude, watching him walk out of the hall while pretending to day dream about Sesshomaru. He had been increasingly combative over the past few weeks, and if they were going to be mates, Saiou was going to have to learn how to behave. And get a handle on his attitude, or Takeshi would get a handle on it for him. In any case, he had to get ready for their birthday party. He rose from his seat at the head of the dining table, and made his way to his own bedroom.
He opened his door and drank in the sight of his recently redecorated room. He had added a few things, his curtains were a sheer red, and his bed sheets had been replaced with an inviting white fur, where they had previously been a heavy black silk; he had added a new dresser and wardrobe, both a deep mahogany, all for his brother. He wanted the little one to be comfortable when they finally shared a room, so he had done everything possible to change his room to please him. He walked to his own solid oak wardrobe and surveyed his various pieces of clothing, thinking hard about precisely what he would wear to impress his precious little brother. He decided on the white kimono with the gold dragons adorning the sleeves and back that Saiou had picked for him last summer. He fingered the embroidered beasts with a reverence that had only been displayed for one other creature…one that Saiou and he both adored.
He sighed. “InuYasha, where are you little brother?” Yes, despite all he had said to Saiou that morning, he too missed their younger brother, who had risked his own life to save theirs, who despite all the power he had at his disposal had shown difference to him that he didn’t deserve, even after their dear mother died. It had pained him to say the things he did about his precious little one, but he knew he must follow InuYasha’s advice and distance himself. She’ll want you to be loyal to her and only her, Takeshi; she will expect it from the both of you. That means you must be separate from me in all ways, because I am a half breed and she sees deplores me because I am a half-breed. Saiou won’t like it, but you’ll have to decide which is more important, protecting me or providing for Saiou. I love you, Takeshi. I know you’ll do what’s best for the both of you. And he had; he had been so depreciating of his brother that Lady InuKiyomi had no reason to suspect his disloyalty to her or her son. Truth be told, he hated her, probably more than Saiou ever could. The first time he had heard her refer to InuYasha as ‘the half-breed’ he wanted to strangle her. He wanted to reach out and rip her face off with his claws.
Learn to control yourself, Takeshi. You’ll be a lord someday, and a lord must conduct himself accordingly, especially when one of higher status speaks in a disagreeable manner. He did control himself, but gods it was so hard when she said things like ‘that half-breed would have brought dishonor to your name’ or ‘it’s good that you left the abomination to die, he is much more useful that way.’ He wished, just once, that he could say to her ‘I’m a half-breed, too!’ because he was, his mother was human and his father was a demon.
But you aren’t a half-breed, silly boy. You’re a full-fledged demon, and you shouldn’t ever be so willing to throw such a heritage to the wind. But he wanted to! He wanted to be like his brother, strong and calm and powerful and half demon! It wasn’t fair! Life will be good to you, Takeshi, because you are not a half demon. You will be given opportunities that I could only dream of. Take advantage of it, sweet boy, and don’t ever wish things were different. It dishonors both our parents, but most especially our mother who was strong enough to make you as such. Yes, right, mother. He wished she was he right now. He wished they were both here…
He shook himself free of his memories and proceeded to make his way to the ballroom, where Lady Kiyomi standing on the dais with his brother, Saiou, watching as the servants finished preparing for the night’s revelries. She smiled at him when he bowed to her and motioned for him to stand beside her. “Look, Takeshi, you’ll be joining the annals with your father, and his fathers before him. You’ll be Lord of a land and mate a worthy bitch and craft perfect children for our clan, expanding its glory. I’m proud of you, boy, you have become a fine example, and a glory to your house.”
“Thank you, Mother.” His stomach turned as the words passed his lips. He hated having to call this woman his mother, for she resembled her not at all. But, InuYasha had said ‘Loyalty means family, and family makes her your mother. You will have to call her as such if you want to be accepted into her household. And, Takeshi, wipe that look off of your face, because you most certainly do. It is the only way I will ever truly know that you will be safe.
“Your brother, Sesshomaru, arrived early this morning and has gone to see the Mage, so I suppose he will be attending the party. Which is just as well, one of you will be a bearer and will be a viable mate for our perfect Lord of the West.” She smiled triumphantly. “Well, I should be off to change, and welcome our honored guests. Do look after Saiou, will you? He’s been distant lately and I don’t want him to embarrass us by being inattentive.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Good boy.”
With that, she exited the hall, leaving him and his brother to themselves. He turned to look at the brother in question, seeing that he was, indeed, quite lost in his own thoughts. “Saiou. Saiou!” He waved his hand frantically in the younger’s face trying to break him from his stupor. “Saiou, are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” Saiou’s eyes finally looked in focus and he shook his head to clear away the fog that Takeshi had found there just a moment before. “What?”
Takeshi pretended to be impatient with his brother’s lack of focus. “Seriously, Saiou, you’re supposed to listen when I talk to you. I am your older brother after all.”
“Sorry, Takeshi I was spaced out.”
“Yeah, I saw that. You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Thinking of your mate.” Takeshi wiggled his eyebrows, hoping against all hope that Saiou was thinking of him. “Huh, huh? Ha-ha, I bet you’re thinking of that prince in the East, the one with the blue hair. He’s pretty, but don’t you think you should be dreaming of someone else, like Sesshomaru, say. One of us should mate him after all, so if it isn’t me, it will definitely be you.” Gods, but he hoped it wasn’t Sesshomaru could have anyone else in the whole world, but not his Saiou…and that eastern prince could kiss the whitest part of his lily white ass if he thought he was going to get his filthy hands on his precious little brother
“I wasn’t-“
“Of course, you won’t be as perfect a match as I am, but still better than anyone else.” Than everyone else. Saiou was so perfect…so different from all the others.
“Takeshi I was- “
“Though, maybe if you would stop complaining about-“ He had to keep rambling, he had to hide his longing until the time was just ri--
“I was thinking about INUYASHA!” Saiou shouted, loud enough to make all the servants stop what they were doing and turn to look at them, something that he had taken to doing since he and Takeshi were about seventeen.
“What? Again? Why don’t you think of something else for once, Saiou? Seriously, he’s gone. It’s been, what, two hundred years? Come on.” ‘I’ve been thinking about him, too, Saiou,’ he wanted to say. ‘Let’s go find him, let’s leave this place and go find him.’
“I’m sorry; he’s just been on my mind lately.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted him to be your mate…” ‘Mine too.’
“…..Maybe I do…”
“WHAT!?” It was Takeshi’s turn to yell now, truly surprised by this revelation. “What happened to ‘Oh, Yasha, when we get older and have mates, we’ll spend so much time together: we’ll give birth together, we’ll be pregnant together, and we’ll even raise our kids together! It’ll be so great!’” Truth be told, he had always hoped that Yasha and Saiou both would be his mates, and both carry his children, so that they could always be together, and never separated, ever. But that was childish, and InuYasha was gone. Whatever you say, Takeshi. Silly boy.
“I was…..fibbing….a little…”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Saiou thinks we should have our children, together. You’re so alike, you two…
“Anyway, it’s too late for that now, like you said, he’s gone.”
“Well then,” Takeshi said, suddenly acting very excited, hoping to draw them both away from the sorrow that he saw slowly creeping in on them. “Let’s let the servants do their thing, and join Mother and Nii-chan in the sitting room until the guests arrive.”
“Is he back?” Saiou sounded so disinterested, as always, in what their elder brother was doing, which was fine because he honestly wasn’t all that interested either.
“Yes, he arrived earlier this morning.”

Takeshi never heard what Saiou had said, as he was consumed by the sudden release of unbridled power that reached out to engulf all his senses, and fill them with a presence that he hadn’t experienced in almost two centuries. “InuYasha…”

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Half an hour had passed before Machiro and Sesshomaru gathered themselves enough to be considered normal again. They gazed at the creature before them with an awe they had never before experienced when in the presence of another being. He still had his long hair, but now it was glossy and silvery, resembling liquid star-dust, as though the moon had poured all the sky into the boy’s hair and granted her light to every strand; his eyes were a piercing, clear gold, his pupils thin slits, giving him the look of a free and feral beast, untamed as such a creature should be. His skin had the lightest tan, not quite as much as it had had before, but not pale as his brother’s had been; his previously naked skin was once again adorned with marks that spoke of a long dead world, ancient and mesmerizing in their beauty and position, framing his eyes and blossoming onto his cheek. Whether there were any other marks on his frame, they couldn’t know, because he was still covered by his robes. Which was a good thing, Sesshomaru suddenly thought to himself releasing a breath didn’t known he was holding, because this glorious creature’s unexposed flesh belonged to him and him alone.
He glanced sidelong at the mage in question, noting that he was still hypnotized by the beauty of the being before them, and frowned. This was unacceptable. “Machiro, I suggest you take hold of your senses immediately, lest you lose the use of them altogether.”
“Wha-huh?” The Man shook himself out of his stupor. “Yes, yes, My Lord, of course. Forgive me.” His gaze traveled away for a moment before coming back to rest on the glory before him, gasping as his eyes locked with piercing gold, as InuYasha raised his eyes for the first time to meet theirs. “I….I am not sure what to say…”
InuYasha smiled, gently, kind and patient, more than used to the reaction. “I do not believe there is much that needs to be said, sir. But if you feel you must speak, may I suggest you direct your words to our Lord, as he is the one that questioned you.”
His voice was soothing, and easily put Machiro at ease, despite his earlier anxiety. He felt himself relax completely as the smooth tenor washed over him and he smiled back at the child. “Yes, of course.” He turned back to his lord and smiled at him as well. “Mission accomplished.” He said, beaming.
“Indeed.” Sesshomaru, too, was relaxed by the sound of his otouto’s voice, despite it not having been directed at him. He found himself experiencing something he never had before. Envy; envy at the fact that the smile and the words had not been saved for him, had not been made for him. “InuYasha.” He called to the child, filled with the desire to have his attentions.
“My Lord?” InuYasha turned his bright eyes to rest on him, stealing the breath from his lungs, smiling at him and expressing his natural contentedness despite the tense nature of their previous exchange.
Sesshomaru had to steal himself from accosting the child inappropriately while still in the presence of Machiro. “Come here, InuYasha. I wish to….come here.”
He glided closer to his lord, who pulled him into his arms and brought his hand up to caress his face. The child was beautiful, yes, but his was not a plain beauty, nor a common one in their lands. His skin stood in contrast with others of his royal lineage, though it retained a silk-like quality despite his years of servitude, he smelled of wild flowers and thunder storms, power and fragility warring in his features, his demeanor. He was submissive, yes, he kept his head bowed slightly, but he was also very strong in his presence, standing up straight and tall. His cheek bones were high and full, as was proper for one of his line, his brow was smooth with and elegant and dainty arch, manicured to perfection and colored in stark contrast to his glittering silver hair; he pulled his brother close to him and buried his face in his smooth, cool locks, taking in his scent and covering the boy with his own, claiming him, marking InuYasha as beta and family.
“You are mine, InuYasha. You are my brother, you are my family, and you are mine.”
“Yes, my Lord.” InuYasha’s airy voice carried gently to his ears, though it was distant and held no joy or fervor. Simply stated, and meant.
“Sesshomaru. You are kin, blood; you may call me Sesshomaru, or nii-chan.”
“Are you not also my Lord?”
“Yes, but I am your brother first.”
“As you say, my Lord….Sesshomaru.”
He tightened his grip when his half-demon breathed his name, reaching up to fondle his furry ears, before leaning down to press their lips together in a breathy kiss. He drank in the boys essence through his caress, stealing every breath as it passed between them, subtly displaying his passions and expressing them with a growl as the half-demon opened his mouth to him, allowing him to explore his sweetened cavern. He ran his tongue upon his sweet brother’s fangs, releasing a husky moan when he nicked his appendage, spilling a bit of his blood, allowing them to share in the taste of it.
InuYasha tried to pull away, suddenly filled with a desperate need for air, his lungs screaming, his mind hazing as Sesshomaru pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss they shared. When they finally separated, InuYasha gasped air into his lungs, a burning sensation filling them with every breath. His heart was pounding in his chest. His head was swimming. His nostrils were filled with the scent of Sesshomaru. His ears filled with the sound of his voice. He felt his loins stir when his brother-…his, brother…he almost couldn’t believe it- pulled him closer to his frame, gripping him tightly and brushing his lips across his cheek. What was this? What was happening to him? This feeling in his chest…he gripped the front of his kimono, as though he was holding his heart in his very hands… “Sesshomaru…?”
“Yes, little one?”
…No words came to mind. He simply sighed and allowed himself to be bathed in the presence of his….nii-chan….
“My Lord?”
InuYasha snapped open eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed and pulled away swiftly and bowed respectfully to his Lord. “Forgive me, Lord Sesshomaru, I didn’t mean to forget myself in the presence of others.”
Sesshomaru’s brows furrowed in confusion. “InuYasha, why should you..?”
“YASHA!” Two voices rang in his ears, interrupting whatever Sesshomaru had been about to ask, drawing InuYasha’s attention to the door that swung violently open, framing the bodies of two teens.
“Takeshi….Saiou?”
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