#half (inuyasha)

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Inuyasha is gonna hug Sesshomaru. Because he can. >:3

There stands the inu daiyoukai, in the middle of Kaede’s village, wearing the sourest pokerfaced expression of patience.

      “This is unseemly,” he sighs, and sneaks one pat-pat to the top of his brother’s head. 

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I feel OBLIGED to say his brother. (Relationships meme thing)

WOOF, this is SUCH a major complex thing to answer that I think it would almost be better to just say take a look at  Inuyasha’s tag and the meta tag. LOL. 

This is to me the most interesting relationship in the series.  Sesshomaru has to balance the desire to please his father and to satisfy his own need for absolute autonomy, when it comes to Inuyasha.

  On the surface he treats Inuyasha as a “halfbreed” of lower caste who doesn’t deserve the heirloom their father gives him, but in reality, Sesshomaru is mourning his lifelong emotional disconnection with his idol and hero (the father they share), who never knew his younger half-brother, but still seemed to favor Inuyasha.  Bloodline is only his excuse for treating Inuyasha as “unworthy” of their father’s inheritance.   

On the other hand, Sesshomaru eventually realizes, as he creates his own sword (Bakusaiga), which is not dependent upon their father’s approval, that he can achieve greatness all his own irrespective of both his father and brother.  So the bid for autonomy is what actually saves him from becoming hopelessly bitter.  Once he reaches that epiphany, he becomes far more gracious toward Inuyasha, which goes to show, as far as I’m concerned, that these two siblings have a great deal of potential to grow closer. 

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I love you.

Sesshomaru blinks, rapidly, as though someone has lit a whole field of sandalwood and it has just flooded his sensitive nostrils.  

He sits on the nearest tree stump, hands at his sides, the seam of his restored arm aching, as it always does when he is with his little brother.  

Diving into a meidou after Inuyasha.  Entering Naraku’s exploded cancer of a body, choosing to aid in saving Kagome, choosing to spare a berserker Inuyasha.  Safeguarding Inuyasha all through the hanyou’s childhood, from the shadows.  Despite moments when he was certain he wanted to annihilate his little brother, for existing to prove the wedge between Sesshomaru and his legendary father . . . . 

     “. . . . you know my answer,” he murmurs, staring at the treeline.  Yet he does not leave, nor shy away in shame.  It is only that speaking the words is not his way. 

He has told Inuyasha that they will fight until the day they die. But what is fighting, to a dog demon, but the joyous tousling, the bonding, of battle? Sesshomru once told their father that he wished to honor Touga by besting him at combat. This is how he shows love. 

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The winds shift. 

Something deep within Tenseiga’s wielder does, as well.  It’s a peculiar absence in his body core, a deficit.  Tenseiga pulses, while Bakusaiga remains still. 

Sesshomaru has come to learn that just as the two fangs of their father are connected, so is some substance innate to the daiyoukai connected to his mongrel little brother. 

His expression sours visibly.

   “Annoying,” he rumbles, and takes abrupt flight, leaving even his flailing green imp of a servant behind. 

Precise, quiet footfalls land on a grassy terrain where Inuyasha’s usual compatriots stand in their (also usual) inefficiently emotional, stupefied, gawking way. Sesshomaru suppresses a sigh.

   “Where?” he demands, sharp and curt, scenting the subsiding energies of a meidou zangetsuha, burning his nostrils. Along with it, something faintly floral.  

Eclipsing both, however, the pungency of that impudent fair-haired scum who attacked both brothers only recently.  

Keen eyes catch a small snowy speck fading, fading, into the Meidou. 

There. There is Inuyasha. 

Sesshomaru wheels around toward Kazama.

   “You will be dealt with,” he declares, as only Sesshomaru can declare, with a terrifyingly even, frigid factuality.  

And then he pitches himself into the Meidou after his brother. 

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He lands down on his haunches. 

Night time. A reek of something sweet and strong and synthetic, coming from the bodies of plentiful iron wagons.  A distant thrum, like mechanical thunder. Lights without fire, everywhere. This is the land--the time--Inuyasha’s miko often spoke of, with candid affection and longing.  A time far in the future. 

Sesshomaru hears a scream; Inuyasha’s voice, unmistakably.  

He grunts, eyes widening, and gives hot pursuit.

He comes to a halt, Bakusaiga drawn, behind his sibling.  

     “Stop that,” he snaps, of his kinsman’s encroaching hysteria.  “How have we come here, without using the Bone-Eater’s Well?” 

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"Hey. Grab that for me." Sesshomaru is taller than Inuyasha, he can probably reach it better. Inuyasha could just jump to grab it but he's too lazy. Time to rely on old big bro for some help.

The daiyoukai stares at his baby brother with the flat expressionlessness of a vast plateau. 

     “Hey,” he retorts, tongue rolling with centuries of aristocratic refinement, “get it yourself.”  

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"Oi teme!" He barked, arms folded and leaning against the trunk of a tree. A dry, but taunting stare, "---ya talking to yourself over there?"

Sesshomaru pivots on the narrow axis of his two feet.  

He whips out his Poison Claw, and lashes that hapless tree trunk, ridding his brother of the support on which he leans. 

    “Inuyasha, your addled breeding appears to have finally caused you to lose your mind.” 

He glides over to the hanyou.     

    “To what ‘talking’ do you refer?” 

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Gruffly, without poise or preamble, the hanyo would SIT - not drop, beside his brother. Arms folded in his sleeves, gilded gaze hooded and cool. Left ear twitched, "Rin-chan..." He started, then became frustrated, "Awhell I ain't any good with the feels crap and to be honest, tour mother scares the shit out of me... so." Standing up he cracks his knuckles, "Wanna fight?" A flash of fang and a 'keh' to brighten to pot.

Sesshomaru turns slowly, with almost comedic suspiciousness, toward his kid brother.  That the pair can sit next to each other in amicable silence, without the faintest urge to do each other genuine harm, speaks of years of hard-earned growth.  

He turns away again, and permits himself a fleeting smile. Rin sent you to comfort me. Of course she did.

He emits a “huh” of laughter at the commentary on the unshared, living maternal branch of their family, and nods once in acknowledgment. 

Then he rises bonelessly to his feet, like silver icewater conjured vertically from a January stream.  

    “Yes.” 

He swats his brother, hard, on the back of the head, as he strolls toward a clearing.  The gesture, veiled by robustness though it is, is affectionate.  

And it is grateful. 

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Could you imagine if Sesshomaru told InuYasha to SIT? The dumb puppy would SHIT himself 😂😂 "NOT FUNNY TEME!!"

     “What a marvelous idea.”