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Beyond Friendship: Be Who You Are	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 21894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Chapter 5 � An Old Story
Inuyasha did not know how far or how long he'd
been running; he didn't even know where he was going. All he knew was that he
had to get away�from that school, from Sesshoumaru, from his first real
relationship, from the first guy he'd ever really felt something for�
Even as he felt a familiar, dull ache in his
heart, Inuyasha could not help berate himself for his idiocy. Why couldn't he
have kept his damn mouth shut? Who revealed such personal things about himself
after only a few days? Hell, most people didn't have such screwed up
secrets. Most people worried about normal stuff like appearance, does he like
me, is he playing with me�oh god, what wouldn't he give for a normal life, for
normal worries like those?
And the worst part was, he couldn't even blame
Sesshoumaru. Even a damn saint couldn't be expected to be understanding of such
things and by all accounts, Sesshoumaru was no saint. The guy wanted the best
in everything; figured he'd want perfection in his relationships as well�
-then why did you choose me in the first
place?-
But he disregarded that voice. It didn't matter
why the demon prince had chosen him. Even if he was broadminded enough to not
mind going out with a hanyou, there was no way he'd even look at a screwed up case
like him. The guy was so decorous that he hadn't even touched him on their
first date. The only contact he'd had from Sesshoumaru was a warm embrace that
was only comforting. That's what he would have now; a memory. Only a memory of
warm, strong arms around him and the pure demon's spicy, beautiful scent. There
would be no more late night conversations, no more pinning after the
unattainable, no more dirty fantasies.
Well he didn't think he could really help the
pinning and the fantasies but now, there was not even a sliver of a chance they
could come true. Once again, he was alone and it was his own damn fault.
-but it's better this way�loneliness is better
than rejection-
He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts.
No dammit! He didn't want to be lonely, didn't want to be alone anymore. He
wanted him back.
I wish I could take back every single fucking
word I said, he thought angrily.
Yes, then the relationship wouldn't have been
totally honest and forthcoming but what relationships were, really? He was an
idiot to run after the ideal of a relationship where both partners understood
each other completely. That was childish; showed his immaturity. If he'd only
kept his damn mouth shut, at least he would still have a relationship.
As something whipped across his face, he suddenly
snapped out of his thoughts and rook stock of the surroundings. There was
nothing but tress all around�in his agitated state, he had run into the forest;
old habits die hard, after all. He finally stopped, panting for breath. He had
literally run for miles; the town was far behind now. He hadn't even realized
when he'd entered the forest. He was probably in the heart of the forest by
now. It was getting very dark. He had to get out of here�
"Are you finished running?"
His heart accelerated, then stuttered at the deep,
melodious voice he'd never expected to hear addressed to him again. He looked
up slowly, reluctant to destroy whatever illusion his mind was creating.
But it wasn't an illusion. Sesshoumaru was really
there, looking at him through his inscrutable eyes, not a hair out of place as
if he'd been waiting for Inuyasha�
"How'd you know I'd be here?" Inuyasha
demanded, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He himself had not known where
he was going.
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. "I followed
you."
Inuyasha snorted. "Yeah right. You got here
before me." God it was painful to even look at him now.
"Flying is considerable faster than
running."
Inuyasha said nothing. The silence in a few
seconds grew heavy as the unasked question hung between them, the sounds of his
still uneven breathing, way too loud in the suddenly all too quiet
forest.
Finally, he had to ask.
"Why'd you come?"
Sesshoumaru smiled his quiet smile and began to
walk slowly towards him. "Because I will not allow you to run away from
me."
Inuyasha felt suddenly nervous
-like a cornered prey-
Sesshoumaru had behaved like a perfect gentleman
so far yet strangely, everything about him seemed predatory.
"Whaddya mean?" he asked, unwilling to
allow himself even the slightest hope.
"You did not wait for my response before you
took off so dramatically." Sesshoumaru was very close now and Inuyasha
felt his cheeks turn slightly pink. He backed away slightly,
"Well, say it," Inuyasha demanded,
trying to hide how nervous he was, "What'd ya come to say?"
He'd thought Sesshoumaru was going to hit him,
pull him close, kiss him�or something, hell, a part of him was hoping
he'd do that but �
"Are you in love with Naraku?"
Inuyasha's ears flattened at the question. Is this
what he'd wanted? To taunt and humiliate him? But he supposed he'd asked for
it, considering what he'd revealed. Anyone would assume he was
twisted�and they wouldn't be too wrong.
"No, I'm not," he replied, shoulders
slumping in defeat. "Look, I know it's hard to believe but I didn't like
what he did to me, okay? I cried the whole time�"
His voice trailed of, eyes glazing over as he
remembered.
"I can't�I can't tell you how disgusted I am
with myself for�for thinking of him when- but it's the only way I can live with
it," he finished softly, not looking at the demon prince.
"Look at me."
Inuyasha turned around hesitantly and slowly
raised his eyes to look at Sesshoumaru.
"Will you be mine?"
The question shocked him so much that Inuyasha
froze, mouth hanging slightly open.
"What?" he finally managed to ask in a
strangled voice.
Sesshoumaru looked at him seriously. "I asked
you that because I do not share. If there is someone else in your life, tell me
now. However, once I claim you, I will not tolerate another in your thoughts.
If you are mine, you belong to me completely."
Inuyasha scowled. "What the fuck are you on
about? You expect me to belong to you for life? What the hell do you take me
for?"
His eyes darkened. "What Naraku did to me was
because I had no choice. Hell, I'd go through it again if it meant my mother
remained safe but if you think for one second, I'm going to let your stuck up
ass order me around for life, I'm gonna-"
He snarled irritable as Sesshoumaru laughed, low
and soft. "The times when mates were claimed after a few days of courting
are long past, Inuyasha." He gazed of into the distance, as if he were remembering�
"I did not ask you to be my mate. Dog demons
mate for life and in the case of a pureblood, a lifetime is a very long time
indeed. I assume you have never been with a demon in the past."
Inuyasha turned pink and shook his head
grudgingly.
"I know some alphas require complete
obedience from their submissive."
Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest but closed it
again when Sesshoumaru continued.
"That is not what I ask of you. However, if
our relationship is to progress, once I touch you-"
Inuyasha's face turned from flushed pink to bright
red.
"- you will not be allowed to touch another,
or even think of another, so long as we are together. If for any reason, either
one of us develops feelings for another, we first end the relationship, then go
our separate ways. If you betray me in any way during that time, the
consequences will be dire- for you and for the other."
Inuyasha was looking at him uncertainly.
"A-aren't you weirded out by what I told you?" he swallowed, ears
flickering nervously. "You're a pureblood prince. You can keep yourself
away from my darkness." He did not have the nerve to meet his eyes.
"Why would you still want me?" he asked in a small voice.
Sesshoumaru smiled slightly. "I know far more
about darkness than you, Inuyasha. The darkness in your life was the fault of
another. Do not shoulder the weight of it for it does not taint who you
are."
Inuyasha stared down at the dirty ground, tears
welling up.
"You don't know nothin' about me�it does, it
does�"
Strong fingers raised his head up. "It does
not. I can see it in your eyes."
The tears fell, chest tight with shame and
gratefulness. Such kindness and compassion in a prince! All those who called
him a heartless monster were desperately wrong. He doubted anyone could be as
forgiving as this man in front of him was being.
I will never be equal to you�
Unknown to Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru gave him a
knowing look. He knew what was going through the hanyou's mind. If only he knew
the real truth about him�dark deeds seemed pale in comparison to much darker
ones. Inuyasha had no idea what he was getting himself into.
He refocused on Inuyasha as the hanyou took a deep
breath. "Will you be faithful to me?" he asked in a small voice.
"Of course," Sesshoumaru replied
readily.
Inuyasha nodded, feeling as if he was taking a
very big step on an uncharted way. "Ok then. I will be yours,
Sesshoumaru."
Sesshoumaru smiled that rare smile which sent a
shiver up Inuyasha's spine. Then he stepped closer.
It took every ounce of Inuyasha's will to not back
away. He'd wished and hoped for this but now that it was actually happening, he
was hyperventilating. Images of the dark hanyou filled his mind; the way he'd
claimed his mouth, made his skin crawl, made bile rise up in his throat. What
if that happened with Sesshoumaru? How was he going to explain to him that he
reminded him of his molester? He would surely take some other meaning from.
The taiyoukai wound an arm around his waist and
gently pulled him closer. Then he was bending towards him and Inuyasha closed
his eyes, his entire body tensed.
But he needn't have worried. Sesshoumaru's touch
was nothing like Naraku's. The dark hanyou had held him firmly by his neck,
crushing his smirking mouth to Inuyasha's unresponsive one. He had tasted foul
� like toxic fumes and something decaying. But when Sesshoumaru's lips closed
over his, he tasted like winter and warmth- something cool yet comforting.
There was no other way of describing it. The demon Lord's tongue gently flicked
against his closed lips and he relaxed, granting him entrance. He felt relief
flood through him. He didn't feel like throwing up. He could bear the demon
Lord's touch.
And with Sesshoumaru holding him close, and
kissing him so sweetly, Inuyasha was very aware of the fact that his member was
entirely limp.
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"I-I guess I will see ya 'round,"
Inuyasha mumbled shakily, feeling embarrassed.
Standing around had been a bit�awkward�after the
kiss, at least for him. He'd never been in such a situation before. What was he
supposed to do? And it didn't help that Sesshoumaru was staring at him like was
a particularly interesting food item. That, and the demon Prince's face could
be carved out of marble.
He had seen the displeasure in Sesshoumaru's eyes
when he'd failed to respond to the kiss but it really couldn't be helped. This
was all he was capable of at the moment.
"Wait," Sesshoumaru called.
Inuyasha turned. The forest was already quite
dark. In an hour or so, it would be pitch dark. Everyone knew forests were not
safe at night, unless one wasn't averse to fighting blood thirsty demons.
"Would like to return home with me?"
Inuyasha stared, heart beating faster. "With
you?" Was the guy asking him to sleep with him?
He was both relieved and disappointed when
Sesshomaru added, "You may have a room to yourself. Perhaps you would not
like to sleep alone in the house tonight."
Inuyasha swallowed. He couldn't deny that he'd
been dreading just that; the nightmares that would surely come after a day like
this. But going home with Sesshoumaru?
"N-no, thanks," he said awkwardly.
"I wouldn't want to impose. I'll be fine."
"It is no trouble," Sesshoumaru assured
him. A guest room is always kept ready in case we have unexpected guests."
When Inuyasha still looked hesitant, he smirked.
"Or are you afraid of me, Inuyasha?"
Inuyasha glared at him and scowled. "Shut
up!"
He huffed. "Ok, thanks, I guess. But I don't
have my stuff�"
Sesshoumaru brushed that concern aside.
"So, how're we gonna get out of here? You
know I can't keep up with you�"
He stepped forward. "Hold on to me
tightly."
Inuyasha looked at him suspiciously. "Excuse
me?"
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. "I will
transport us to the mansion. Just hold on."
"Hold on where?" Inuyasha asked.
The demon prince smirked. "Anywhere."
For some reason, Inuyasha turned red at that
remark.
"I-I can find my way back, you know," he
stated. "You-you can go�"
"It is not safe for you to be alone in the
forest at night."
"I've been in forests at night before,"
Inuyasha insisted. "I can take care of myself."
Sesshoumaru shook his head. "Not this
forest."
Inuyasha frowned. "Whaddya mean? What's
different about this forest?"
Sesshoumaru didn't answer that, only stood there
waiting. Inuyasha finally gave up. After muttering something about arrogant
demons, he held on to Sesshoumaru's arm.
"Do not let go," was the only warning he
got.
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Less than a minute later, Inuyasha still clutched
Sesshoumaru's arm tightly when they landed in the prince's front yard.
"Are you alright?" Sesshoumaru asked and
Inuyasha bristled at the hint of smugness in his voice.
"Th-that was-" Inuyasha swallowed, still
dizzy. "-fast." He finished lamely.
Well, that was an understatement, considering
they'd just traveled at the speed of light.
Sesshoumaru only smirked in response.
"Come in. It is cold outside."
It was, but not really chilly. After regaining his
balance, Inuyasha finally looked properly at the mansion. It was lit skillfully
with understated but powerful lights. But there wasn't need for too many
lights. The moon was almost full tonight and in the large front yard, the moon
cast a lovely light.
"Your home is beautiful at night,"
Inuyasha said, turning back towards his boyfriend.
He was startled to find Sesshoumaru very close
behind him. The prince looked breathtaking in the moonlight, golden eyes
glowing.
"Many things are more beautiful in the
moonlight."
His intense gaze made Inuyasha feel exposed.
Then the spell was broken as Sesshoumaru walked
towards the doors of the mansion ahead of him. The guards bowed to him and let
them both pass. Sesshoumaru led him past a huge, beautiful main hall and up a
flight of winding, deceptively fragile looking marble stairs.
Inuyasha looked around at the beautiful house with
mouth slightly open. He hadn't seen this part of his house when he had come
here last. In comparison, his own house seemed like a hovel.
"Your parents aren't around?" he asked
as Sesshoumaru led him down seemingly endless corridors.
"They are not in town at the moment,"
Sesshoumaru replied, finally walking to a door and pushing it open, gesturing
for Inuyasha to enter.
Inuyasha walked into the dark room. Sesshoumaru
flipped a switch and closed the door behind him.
"Th-this�this is your room?" Inuyasha
stammered, eyes trying to take in everything at once.
It was huge and spacious, light colors giving it
an open, free look. Delicate sculptures and vases were adroitly placed around
the room so that none dominated the look of the room, yet at the same time,
they were clearly visible. Unlike the rest of the house that was a more or less
equal blend of modern technology and old architecture, the look of this room
was somehow reminiscent of an older time. It was strange; there was nothing
that one could point out that gave the look. There was no four-poster bed,
lanterns. The windows and a door that presumably led out into a terrace were
simple but elegant, the bed was a modern metal framed though obviously custom
made � none of the ready made ones would be so huge. But some of the furniture
� the beautiful carved wooden table that now served as a coffee table, the
dresser � was antique. And above the bed-
"Is that a tachi???!!" Inuyasha asked,
eyes wide.
Sesshoumaru followed Inuyasha's gaze. "Yes,
it is."
"It's beautiful! I've never seen one like
it�"
Sesshoumaru looked away proceeding to the sitting
area, pouring two glasses of wine. "It is an original Masamune."
Inuyasha whirled around, jaw dropped. "That's
an- y-you're kidding me! A Masamune? There are like only a handful of those in
the world!"
Sesshoumaru gestured for him to sit down.
"Indeed."
"Bu-but it's � that's priceless,"
Inuyasha protested. "You can't keep that in your house!"
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow and Inuyasha
blushed.
"Sorry, I-I mean, obviously you can
but aren't you afraid of being robbed?"
Sesshoumaru smiled that smile that made Inuyasha
uneasy for some reason. "It is quite safe in this house."
Inuyasha looked at him unsurely, then followed him
to the comfortable looking couch and sat down.
"Your room's great," Inuyasha told him,
accepting the glass of wine offered rather apprehensively. He really wasn't a
big fan of wine but to be polite, he took a sip. His eyes opened in surprise as
he looked at the red wine in his glass. That tastes amazing!
"Thank you," Sesshoumaru responded.
There was a knock on the door. After receiving
permission, he entered, walking up to the two. Inuyasha looked at him,
frowning. Once again, he was struck by that sense that there was something not
quite right there. The way he walked with rigid steps, his very proper posture
and gestures that did not seem forced or learnt, the way he kept his eyes to
the floor.
"Sesshoumaru-sama?" he asked
respectfully. Inuyasha looked inquiringly at the demon Lord. Sesshoumaru had
called him?
"Prepare the guest room for Inuyasha."
Inuyasha was surprised as the servant bowed
respectfully and left, without a hint of resistance or resentment. He seemed
quite happy.
"Uh�I- doesn't he wanna go home? It's pretty
late�don't wanna keep him coz of me."
Sesshoumaru looked at him blankly for a moment.
Then he seemed to understand that Inuyasha was concerned for the servant.
"The servants live on the grounds. They are
quite used to working all hours of day and night."
Inuyasha was itching to say something against this
but held his tongue with difficulty. He looked worriedly at the glass of wine
in his hand and put it down on the table. The last thing he needed tonight was
to get drunk in Sesshoumaru's room.
"Tell me about Naraku," Sesshoumaru said
abruptly.
Inuyasha's head snapped to him, startled.
"Wha-?"
Sesshoumaru sipped from his glass. "I
apologize if it causes you pain. I would like to know�but if it is too
difficult-"
"No, it's alright," Inuyasha sighed. He
could handle it, really. He'd never really talked to anyone about it. Maybe it
would be good to get it off his chest.
"It's just," he looked away feeling
awkward. "It's kind of a long story. Don't really know how to start."
"How old were you when he�?"
Inuyasha stared absently at a design on the carpet
broodingly. "I was- I was 15 in human terms, I guess, when he really�I
mean�"
Inuyasha swallowed nervously and grabbed his
almost empty glass of wine again. Sesshoumaru took the wine bottle on the table
and poured him a generous measure.
The taiyoukai watched, eyes dark, as the
half-demon swallowed almost the entire thing in one go.
"I had known Naraku since I was much younger,
almost as long as I remember, actually. He was a sort of favorite uncle coz he
was a hanyou too and seemed like such a decent guy when I was little."
His mouth twisted in a bitter look as he
remembered the kind man who used to bring him gifts. Inuyasha used to
'secretly' confide all his problems to him because as a hanyou, Naraku had
seemed to understand just what he meant. His mother used to look so anxious and
upset when he told her anything that after a while, he stopped telling her.
"He became a sort of father for me; the only
friend I ever had. I used ta tell him everything and he'd be perfect �
understanding and compassionate."
He snorted at the last term.
"Your father?" Sesshoumaru asked.
Inuyasha shook his head. "I've never known my
father. I mean, ma told me I lived with him when I was very little but I don't
remember him at all. And the years are all screwed up coz half demons and
humans and demons all age differently. I remember living with my mom since I
was little more than 5�I don't know how many years that actually was�.about 50
or so probably. My mum told me my father was very powerful so I age very
slowly. Mum herself is pretty old now � when father mated with her, her aging
slowed. But she doesn't know how long she'll really live coz we don't know of
any other human mated to a youkai.
Inuyasha had to swallow the lump in his throat and
the terrifying he got in his chest when he thought of anything happening to his
mother.
"It's said she should live as long as father
is alive but even now, she looked middle aged and like I told ya, I'm 263
so�"
"Your mother knew Naraku?"
Inuyasha nodded slowly. "Mum said he's the
husband of a long lost friend of hers, Kikyou, but I don't know much about
that. Only thing is, she talked politely and respectfully to him but she used
to get really upset whenever he came around but at the time, I never knew why
and I remember thinkin she was just bein' silly like a 'girl'."
Inuyasha smiled thinly and Sesshoumaru could see
in his eyes the desperate desire to go back and make it right�
"Naraku was my ideal at the time. He gave me
the strength to get through the shit that half breeds have to take from
everyone. He used ta tell me he went through the same and I used ta think, if
he could grow up and be like him � strong and a gentleman � I could too."
He remembered the quiet, dark haired man who used
to be so kind and courteous to his mother. The way his violet eyes shone with
concern when he told him something bad that happened to him, the way he would
hold the young hanyou's hand comfortingly�
"He was nice to ma but she always seemed a
little scared of him. But ma was always a bit cautious and suspicious of
everyone so I didn't think anything strange. I never noticed, till much, much
later when it was far too late, the way she used to keep away from him, answer
him as shortly as possible. I'm sure she'd never have even let him into the
house if I hadn't gotten so attached to him."
He sighed, the deepest regret that he carried
weighing heavily on his heart. All this never would have happened, his mother
would never be in any danger if he'd only listened to her�
A 6 year old Inuyasha beamed at his mother-
"But why, ma? He's a very nice man! I like
him, ma, he gets me!"
Izayoi looked at her little boy, torn.
"Inuyasha�he's�you'll get other friends,
my boy�Naraku-san�is not a nice man."
Little Inuyasha wrenched himself away from her
and glared with all the innocent hurt and anger of a 6 year old.
"I won't!" he'd shouted, trying to
keep the tears from his eyes. "The other kids laugh at me and make fun of
me! Naraku-san knows what it feels like, you don't! You just don't get
it!"
Izayoi looked helplessly at her son, knowing he
was probably right; she had no idea how to deal with bullies. The princess of a
very wealthy father knew nothing of being rejected and mocked as a child. The
boy needed a father, but not Naraku, never him�
"I-I'll never talk to you again if you
send Naraku-san away! I won't!" Inuyasha finally lost his battle with
tears and fell sobbing into his mother's arms who held him close, murmuring
comforting words into her son's ears. When he'd calmed down a little, she knelt
in front of him and forced him to look into her eyes.
"Inuyasha, I want you to listen very
carefully to me." Inuyasha stopped sniffling at the serious look in her
eyes that he was sure he had not seen before.
"Has Naraku-san ever�touched you?"
Inuyasha cocked his head. "Touched? You
mean like held my hand and stuff?"
Izayoi pressed her lips together and shook her
head, wondering how to even ask something like this. "No I mean�anywhere
else�"
Inuyasha shook his head, confused. "No he
just holds my hand sometimes when I'm upset, that's all. Why?"
Izayoi released a very relieved breath and
pressed her child to her bosom. "Nothing, Inuyasha�forget about it�"
Maybe Naraku wasn't that much of a bastard.
Maybe Inuyasha was safe and she was just being paranoid. The boy had seen too
much harshness in life�so what if Naraku was a bastard to everyone else, to
her? He seemed to genuinely care for the boy� If he gave a little bit of what
she couldn't give to her boy, what was the harm�
Inuyasha clutched the glass in his hand harshly.
"It was many, many years later that I'd
understand what she'd tried to ask me that day. It's not ma's fault she loved
me so much. She thought she was doing a good thing for me�she'd have endured
anything for me�"
"But the touches didn't stay innocent for
long�" Inuyasha's voice was almost a whisper now. "The pats on the
hand turned into pats on the shoulder, fatherly hugs�"
"Then one afternoon, I was alone at
Naraku-san's house�"
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