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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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Whew... chapter 5 done... I'll go and learn for my math test. Thank you soooo much for the reviews!!! (@ Vyperbites: You're pretty much right and Sesshomaru isn't being stupid, he's just a bit oblivious of it right now ^^'''' but that will come again later on so if you'll forgive me, I'll say no more, ne? It should come around chapter 7 or 8 I guess...)

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“There’s a guest room at the end of the corridor to the left side. Futon and stuff is in a drawer. You can sleep there or buzz off, I don’t care.”

*sigh* “You are a miserable host, you know?”

“And you are a royal pain in the ass as a guest.”

“At least royal. I guess I’ll stay for the night and go back tomorrow…”

“Whatever… now let me type…”

Sesshomaru looked at the back of his brother who had now been sitting for almost 4 hours straight at his laptop, hitting the key furiously, mumbling incomprehensible stuff while his elder brother was sitting comfortably against a wooden pillar and reading one of the research books lying around. The youkai was glad Inuyasha didn’t face him or he’d have to fight with little fits of hilarity again, pissing him off completely. The moment the hanyou had taken out his glasses, elegant and simple ovals on thin bronze wire, he had had to grin at the sight. It did so not fit with his image of the hanyou that he felt like teasing him all the time. It got even worse when Inuyasha shortly went to make some tea and came back with his glasses on his little furry ears. Sesshomaru almost felt like biting into his hand to muffle his fits of laughter at the sight of the hanyou absentmindedly searching for his glasses for while before remembering where he had put them. With a soft sigh Sesshomaru patted his stomach that almost hurt from all the highly unusual hilarity cursing through him that day. If coming to his brother’s place had such a relaxing effect on him, he would be back more than once.

“I don’t need a room or a futon but maybe just something more comfortable than this damned suit.”

“Then why do you wear it if you don’t like it?”

“Appearances, appearances…”

*Sigh* “Let me finish that paragraph and I’ll get you one of my kimonos… it’ll be too short on you damn mountain-high youkai but it should fit somehow…”

“I might bring one myself next time…”

“Next time? What makes you think you’re going to be let in again?”

“Oh, I’ll be back, don’t worry… and don’t expect your doors to stand my might…”

“Whatever you… idiot.”

“Your insults are getting repetitive. Why don’t you use one of those nice ones from your novels?”

“They’re way too good for you… oh unworthy worm eating the dirt of the worst of human society…”

“That one’s too long and not true…”

“Shut up, Sess…”

“Don’t shorten my name, Inu…”

“Sess… as long as you are here I’ll call you however I want. Now will you let me work?”

After a few minutes the hanyou stretched with a sigh and stood up, audibly moaning at his hurting limbs. Sesshomaru forbade himself any comment on the limping walk as he followed his smaller brother until his bedroom. His golden irises lit up as he saw Tessaiga throne on a sword support right at the head of a simple futon. Inuyasha noticed it but said nothing, just sighed as he kneeled down and opened some drawers, lifting up fabric separated by rice paper.

“Hmmm… where did I… ah, here. Look, Sess, this one should fit you… it’s my kimono for outside when it’s raining and I’m wearing the high tabis so it’s a bit longer… the sleeves as well, the guy at the store misread my command severely…”

The hanyou folded a kimono out of its paper protection and handed it over to him. The youkai knew by the feeling of the fabric that it was good silk, made in the traditional way. Inuyasha stood up, groaning a bit as his knees seemed to hurt and limped over the wall where he slid a panel aside to uncover a high mirror.

“Use this room and the mirror to change, I’m going back.”

When Sesshomaru had put on the borrowed clothes, he had to admit that it was really a close fit. The sleeves just made it to where it was still decent for them to be and he had to admit that if not for the special length of body part and tying it not too correctly, it would be flapping around his knees and not just above his ankles. At least their sock size was the same. Sesshomaru wanted to leave the room, the neatly folded suit on his arm when he looked back at Tessaiga. He hesitated and giving in to his curiosity, he extended a hand towards it and was granted the good old jolt from the demon repelling spell, although it seemed to be a lot weaker. After all, the sheath wasn’t as durable as the fang sword itself. Sesshomaru felt something like the tip of guilt showing its ugly nose and turned back, wandering to the only room dimly lit in this house. Both he and Inuyasha didn’t really need any light when the moon was out like that but the hanyou claimed that his eyes hurt if he used the laptop without any light and especially without the glasses so Sesshomaru had helped him lit the few oil lamps dressed in classical stands around the room.

“You couldn’t resist, right?”

His younger brother didn’t look at him and Sesshomaru didn’t feel like answering. Instead he stood in the doorway and looked at the face of the hanyou he had once hated so much being illuminated by the pale, ghostly light of the engine, making him even paler and ghost-like himself. Somehow Sesshomaru still had some troubles with connecting this person sitting so calmly before a silent work requiring all of his attention with the rash and unsophisticated warrior he had once known. Instead of the old scheme of them meeting, throw verbal insults at each other (mostly Inuyasha towards Sesshomaru but the youkai knew he had been an asshole more than once) before fighting until something hindered them to end the fight properly, they were now in the same room, almost peacefully yet far from harmonic, yet more comfortable with each other. At least that was Sesshomaru also wished for Inuyasha to feel. Ever since he had met him on that fateful day on the beach, he had found himself being drawn inexorably towards his younger brother and instead of rejecting his company like he once would have, he found himself to be enjoying those moments with him.

Golden irises with a blue gloss gazed at him through glasses, asking silently what he was doing and Sesshomaru stopped his deliberating with himself to retake his place against the wooden pillar. This time he didn’t take up the book again and looked at his brother, a dark silhouette against the light. An hour had to pass like this, Inuyasha concentrating solely on his novel and Sesshomaru looking at him from behind, musing about him, their relationship and what the hanyou meant to him when The hanyou startled him by sighing and moaning loudly while stretching before letting himself fall backwards on the ground, arms spread out.

“Inuyasha?”

“Finally done… I thought it would never end…”

“Oh…”

The printer on the table began to buzz and clatter as it spat out page after page of the newest novel. Sesshomaru looked at his brother who didn’t seem of wanting to get up from where he was lying, eyes closed yet awake as he could hear from his breathing rhythm.

“Hey… do you want to read it now?”

“What?”

“The novel… I’m printing out the last part right now, the rest is… somewhere on a pile up there… if you want, you can read it now. It’s not the final version though… the editing house will have his fingers in the game with certain little things but it’s 99% of what will be published…”

“If you don’t mind me reading it as the first person…”

“I don’t… you seem to like my books…”

With the soft rustling of silk Sesshomaru stood up and picked up the two piles of sheets. Now, in this big format and with the rather small writing, it was only a hundred pages but he guessed that it could easily be around 200 or more in printed form. Instead of sitting back to his place, he sat next to Inuyasha so as to face him, his back leaning against the table.

“Why… are you sitting here?”

“Felt like it.”

“Tell me if you need my glasses.”

“Har har.”

With only one glance Sesshomaru could tell that his brother had surpassed himself with the language in that one, making it more of a poem, an ode to the Japanese speech. With his vibrant voice, still as clear and velvety as it had been centuries ago, he began to read aloud until his younger brother tugged at the kimono.

“Do you always read out loud?”

“No… just some of your books.”

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not. The way you write it’s a waste not to let the words flow from the lips like dew falls from the flowers in the morning…”

“Hey… don’t steal my lines…”

Sesshomaru chuckled and went on reading, the laptop soon giving up his work to go on standby modus, so as to let only the golden light of the lamps fill the room, dancing over the wall and drawing patterns of light and shadow with each ever so soft breeze in the air. After an hour or so, Sesshomaru glanced down and was almost surprised to see his brother asleep for the second time in a single day. He chuckled softly before gently tracing a hair lock away from his face while wondering himself why he was so gentle with the hanyou. Then, on a whim, he decided to be nice to the hanyou from that point on, as a thank you for being the first person to have the right to read his latest novel. The youkai deposed the papers next to him and with all the care he could muster, just like when he had been caring for Rin, he picked him up like a child to carry him to bed. A twinge of concern floated through his mind as he walked down the aisle, noticing how light and small his frame was. Had the hanyou always been like this? Had he just never noticed under the bulky fire rat robe or had something happened to his brother these last centuries?

Inuyasha stirred only lightly when Sesshomaru laid him down gently on his futon and covered him up with the cover. The youkai plucked the glasses from his nose and after looking through them out of curiosity, he folded them and disposed them next to his bed. Without making a sound, a specialty of his, he left the room, only looking back when he was already over the threshold and taking in the sight of the hanyou suddenly looking frail and vulnerable in the moon light basking the room, Sesshomaru left for the work room where his brother’s newest delicious piece was waiting for him.

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I wish everybody in Japan only the best and hope everything will come out... fine (more or less)... I thank fate for giving my dearest friend Amy the chance to survive and hope my other friends in Japan are safe (they should, they're all living around Tokyo but I haven't heard anything of them...)
I hope everybody who reads this takes a minute of his/her precious time to wish (or pray for) those over there only the best and good luck with the future...
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