Moon Song, Chapter One
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Title: "Moon Song" Chapter One
Pairing: Sess/Inu
author: jenerik_brand
Warnings: noncon shota, violence, Sess at his worst
Rating: xxx
a/n: dedicated to my awesome beta lillith8
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Do you remember when the days were short and the nights were long? When you kept yourself awake for fear of both human and demon? The smell of fear is strong, Inuyasha. Your scent was pluming with the orchids and rotting meat in the night air. We resisted the call, but it beckoned us with wafts like sails on the horizon. And so it came to pass…
We came in moonlight and bloody chrysanthemums. You were so vulnerable. We remember meeting you. Alone, shivering in that seaside cave. We could hear the sea salt whisper your name. The wind glared over our shoulder when we demanded to hear your own voice say it.
"Who are you?"
"Himself."
"Are you going to eat me?"
Your hair spoke in the moonlight. And yet we saw the sun in your eyes. Eyes like our father's. Except Father was never afraid. "Are you Inuyasha, whelp?" Father's beloved boy. Our stomach coiled at the taste of your name.
The waves drew back. We came forward. The air tasted of cinnamon and blood. "Go away, monster."
"We are no monster." No. We make monsters weep.
"Go away."
Father would not even battle him for power, all because of you, you sniveling mutt. And what did you have? We could only smell fear. Nothing but fear. Fear. "You are so human." We wanted to choke the life out of your eyes.
We allowed the cave to swallow us. And you were a small thing, an insect, in its belly looking up at us with our father's eyes. "Mother said my father was a great demon." We could taste your fear, Inuyasha. And yet, somehow you stood up to us. Yes, you slipped and shook like the insolent wretch you always were. Yes, you blanched as you looked into our eyes. And yet you had the cheek to stand up to us, however pitiful your stand was. “My father was the Lord of the West and you don’t…you don’t scare me!”
Do not scare you? “Lie.” We opened our hand to show you our poison claw. You shook even more. Yet, why did you not bow your head? Inuyasha- you could never keep your impudence in check. We were confounded by this rebellious insistence of yours. “You are Inuyasha. And you are not worthy to be our father’s seed.”
The sun in your eyes eclipsed the moon in the sky. Night hushed the sea and ghosts slithered under our feet. For a moment he was in the room and we said a curse in memory of him. Father. Something of him rode the night sky in that moment. Moonlight spoke his name.
“You’re a bully.” You threw that little fist up in the air and glared at us with his eyes. “You’re a mean bully.”
We saw those eyes in dreams. Dreams where years melted away like ice on the laughing mountains. We were young; we were just as small as this whelp. And father, our father, would be as close as this whelp was to us at that moment. He never spoke with such passion. Never looked with eyes this fiercely. We were simply his spawn. But this whelp, we can recall his devotion the night when he went to save this Inuyasha. We wanted father’s blood- and all he bequeathed us was this.
Who was this whelp that we should suffer this indignity?
“Are you my… brother?”
Brother? What did we say to that insanity? “Die.”
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“He looks so much like you, Lord Sesshomaru.”
Midnight tastes like water and blood. Humans bay on their boats. There are thirty humans, two boats. Their noise is everywhere.
“He’s got long, long hair like you. A big sword, like you. And he’s always sad, just like you, Lord Sesshomaru.”
“How dare you compare that disgusting Inuyasha to our Great Lord?”
We can taste the moonlight. Are you watching the moon as we are? Can you taste moonlight, Inuyasha? Or does your human blood blunt such sublime delicacies?
“Inuyasha is very brave, and very handsome.” Rin sniffs a tiger lily. It tells her she is a pretty little girl. “I think they have lots in common. I think they are very alike.”
“Foolish, impudent little-“, Jaken falls quiet. Our fist explained the importance of silence.
“Do you think Inuyasha is like Lord Sesshomaru?” Her flower is quiet, too. Its pollen hides but we can hear it whisper: pretty girl.
We will find you soon, Inuyasha. We are impatient to meet our brother again.
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Do you want to see us when we approach, Inuyasha? Yes, of course you do. The clouds roll back, the wind speaks our name, and our scent thickens the air when we descend. We remind you of what you could have been. What you wish you were. We know you wish this. We have seen the want in those eyes. The eyes you stole from father.
We want to see your face when we come. We want to smell the anger you give to us, to know you resist us. We have come to kill you.
We always come to kill you.
We want you to die as is befitting your blood. We want to see your hair fly, your blood sing as we free it, your body tremble and shake as we cut you out of your very self and know you. Brother dear, you have eyes like eyes we have seen in reflections, in our father. Does no one else have these eyes? Does no one else know how the wind describes ruby circles in a soft voice? How could you understand these things? How could you possibly?
We will not share such things with you. His likeness. His Tetseiga. His blood. Inuyasha, brother, you abominate our line. You curl the air with our anger. You will admit to the fear in your human heart. Let us feel it like moonlight dripping from a bloody sword. We will find you, Inuyasha. We need not follow a scent or trail. We will simply follow the luscious fear. Yes. You always were a frightened little whelp.
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“Where are we going, Lord?”
The sun is speaking with the soft grass. Rin is listening with a blade in her mouth. The canyon has yawned for ten thousand thousand moons. How many demons could we fill this place with? We wonder…
“Lord, why are you stopping?”
“I think this is where Lord Sesshomaru wants to be.” Rin tugs our robe. “Lord Sesshomaru, is this where you want to be?”
“Repetitive girl…”
The fear is in that canyon, like a river. It flashes in sunlight. Yes. Oh, yes. That is you Inuyasha. We can taste you anywhere. Hide at the ends of the earth and we will hunt you down, as we always did. Remember those times we shared together, precious baby brother? Ah, we know you do.
You have the scars to remind you.
“Where are you going, Lord?”
“Jaken, he’s going down the ravine.”
“I can see that!”
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Night divides the day. The ravine shivers with stars and shakes in the darkness with owl song.
Do you still find sleep troublesome? Do you still lay awake feeling fear pool inside of you like congealing blood? We have a story for your sleepless nights. Oh, this tale will not ease you into slumber. It will remind you why you must keep vigilant. Monsters are very real, as you discovered.
Once upon a time there was a young whelp named Inuyasha. He was weak, he was crude, he was fearful and he was tiresome because he would not let us kill him. Death was fitting for one who would not respect our place or keep his own. You do remember how the story goes, do you not?
One day Inuyasha’s whore of a mother died. He had nowhere to go. Humans wanted nothing to do with him. Demons rightfully tuned their backs. He was an abomination. A contamination. So the disgusting little whelp would spend his days finding food and looking for a place to hide. Hide? Why hide? Because at night we would come for him.
Do you remember what fun we had, Inuyasha?
Try as he might he could never get away from us. He would run. He would hide. He would scream when we took him by the scruff and threw him to the ground. We taught him such valuable lessons, written on his skin, all over his body.
We beat him. We whipped him. And oh, so much more. We discovered the secrets of his body. The secret places of his heart. And we rent them apart. His innocence and childhood are our trophies. We took them, and we taught him what it was to be more than merely human, but a demon. And still the whelp never said he was afraid, never said what was so obviously true.
We always intended to kill him every time we caught him. And we did, in little parts.
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Willows scream as we land along a bog steamed with fat frogs that fall silent instead of singing our welcome. We dip a finger in the water so there will be no more frog song here again. Willows are so much louder. The sunshine is violent; it knows what we will bring the daylight.
“It’s you.”
We are your death. Your end. Your other. The only one who knows what you really are. We have seen you die a thousand times, and this is what you call us?
“What’re you doin’ here?”
The wind is thick with your fear. Ah, we do not need to turn around to see you when we know you already. You are standing on a rock for higher ground. Your hair is an unkempt tangle flying in every direction. You are showing your teeth as we taught you to, all those nights. Taught by example, aye dear brother?
“Say something!”
Wind whips and sunshine splashes like blood in the water. We could swim in this thick air- just like this. We turn and your neck is in our hand, so easily. “Just like the old days.” Your eyes get wide, you know which old days we mean. “Where is your fight, baby brother?”
“Don’t call me that.” You reach to pry our fingers away, but it is a pitiful attempt. “I’m not that little kid anymore.”
“Pity.” We do not like this body. Make him smaller, different, and not so much like us.
“You don’t scare me.” We heard those words before. Lies. We will hear the truth, Inuyasha. And when we do we will free your dirty blood to trickle into the sleeping earth.
“We will kill you.” Ah, and you have heard those. The dance begins. Clothes will fly away like petals and you will be stretched like a bridge we will travel on with this hand. We were always fascinated and horrified by that body of yours. “Kill you,” we whisper close to that mouth. Why do you insist on making it quiver that way?
“What’re you waitin’ for? Do it.” You have not given up, but you do not want us to hesitate? Strange. But then again you are a strange one, Inuyasha. Not quite one thing or the other. “Take my clothes off. Ain’t that what you want?”
You know we only have one hand thanks to you. Ah. “Typical Inuyasha, amusing yourself instead of defending yourself.” We press a talon hard into that neck. The skin is like silk, it will not give easily. But when it does, your blood runs like a trickle of sap from a tree. The bead licks my talon and sighs as it tells me stories about love, friendship, battles, and Tetseiga. So many names in that blood, all human. All doomed to die in cosmic moments. Such wastes of time. Will you concern yourself with gnats or blades of grass, next?
We should be disgusted. Should be flicking the ghastly mix of demon and human off our claw. It should disgust us. It should. It should not transfix us like sunshine and the sprawl of lilies. It should not make us stare as the light sparkles in the bloods’ bead. Should not make us hunger for the taste of what would be so much like ourself, like father.
Father. Father’s blood. “Ah.” We will take what is ours. It is so sweet to lick.
“Couldn’t help yourself, huh?”
Your voice is too loud. Our tongue relishes the lost blood. To be so close. To be so close to what we are. Father, baby brother, blood of our blood. We will see fear in those eyes and know we have no equal-
There is no fear.
Inuyasha, you cannot look at us like this. Not when you know your body will be dragged moments away from death. Not when you know we will show you every movement of death’s dance. Not when you know we will make the sky cry. You will scream. You will bring the stars down with your screaming.
Be afraid. Damn you- be afraid!
“What?” You are not afraid! No, but we could smell the reek of fear. It cannot be possible. “What’s your problem, Sesshomaru? Ain’t you gonna fuck me, already?”
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When you were small your body tore easily, your heart broke every time. We played with you so long you would cry bloody tears, and as we played we wondered how much further we could go with this little, worthless body. How much more could we kill him? How long would it be until he submitted and admitted he was afraid?
Father should never have left us such a pathetic whelp. Defeat is hollow when it is so easy. Our anger, our anger…. We could char the land with all this anger. Gods would weep and Hell would beg forgiveness if this anger were unleashed like so much fire. We must have a worthy opponent to slay. Not this mongrel.
Damn you, father. May your spirit turn restlessly, forever. Like ours.
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“Fuck?” Is that what you think we do to you? What pigs, humans and other livestock do? Rut like mindless bodies? “Are you in heat, like a whore, Inuyasha? Is this why you use this word?”
You squirm as the trees cry your name and beg for mercy. Ridiculous, you do not need mercy, and we taught you to abhor it, did we not? “It ain’t makin’ love, that’s for sure.”
Oh, Inuyasha. What gibberish do these human insects fill your head with? We do not want such things repeated in our presence. “We do not perform profane human acts. We are the great Lord of the West.” Yes, feel the wind carry our mane and the waters spray us with homage as a thousand frog corpses fall at our feet and wash away. “Remember who we are.”
“You are out of your mind, Sesshomaru.” You laugh. You laugh at us as if we are not the keeper of your death. As if we do not hold the key to your body. As if we do not know the taste of your pain. You dare laugh. You…. You vile, low, disgusting… “Come on, big brother,” you lick your lips as if you are about to feed. “I’m ready for you this time. What do you say? You gonna kill me again?”
Our hand is still around your neck, but your hands are somewhere else. “Effrontery.”
“Do it, Sesshomaru.” You keep touching yourself. “You know, sometimes I almost like it.”
You are thrown into the water, received by dead frogs and their whimpering lily pads. Damn you, Inuyasha. We do not want your fuck. We only want your fear, Inuyasha. Damn you.
Title: "Moon Song" Chapter One
Pairing: Sess/Inu
author: jenerik_brand
Warnings: noncon shota, violence, Sess at his worst
Rating: xxx
a/n: dedicated to my awesome beta lillith8
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Do you remember when the days were short and the nights were long? When you kept yourself awake for fear of both human and demon? The smell of fear is strong, Inuyasha. Your scent was pluming with the orchids and rotting meat in the night air. We resisted the call, but it beckoned us with wafts like sails on the horizon. And so it came to pass…
We came in moonlight and bloody chrysanthemums. You were so vulnerable. We remember meeting you. Alone, shivering in that seaside cave. We could hear the sea salt whisper your name. The wind glared over our shoulder when we demanded to hear your own voice say it.
"Who are you?"
"Himself."
"Are you going to eat me?"
Your hair spoke in the moonlight. And yet we saw the sun in your eyes. Eyes like our father's. Except Father was never afraid. "Are you Inuyasha, whelp?" Father's beloved boy. Our stomach coiled at the taste of your name.
The waves drew back. We came forward. The air tasted of cinnamon and blood. "Go away, monster."
"We are no monster." No. We make monsters weep.
"Go away."
Father would not even battle him for power, all because of you, you sniveling mutt. And what did you have? We could only smell fear. Nothing but fear. Fear. "You are so human." We wanted to choke the life out of your eyes.
We allowed the cave to swallow us. And you were a small thing, an insect, in its belly looking up at us with our father's eyes. "Mother said my father was a great demon." We could taste your fear, Inuyasha. And yet, somehow you stood up to us. Yes, you slipped and shook like the insolent wretch you always were. Yes, you blanched as you looked into our eyes. And yet you had the cheek to stand up to us, however pitiful your stand was. “My father was the Lord of the West and you don’t…you don’t scare me!”
Do not scare you? “Lie.” We opened our hand to show you our poison claw. You shook even more. Yet, why did you not bow your head? Inuyasha- you could never keep your impudence in check. We were confounded by this rebellious insistence of yours. “You are Inuyasha. And you are not worthy to be our father’s seed.”
The sun in your eyes eclipsed the moon in the sky. Night hushed the sea and ghosts slithered under our feet. For a moment he was in the room and we said a curse in memory of him. Father. Something of him rode the night sky in that moment. Moonlight spoke his name.
“You’re a bully.” You threw that little fist up in the air and glared at us with his eyes. “You’re a mean bully.”
We saw those eyes in dreams. Dreams where years melted away like ice on the laughing mountains. We were young; we were just as small as this whelp. And father, our father, would be as close as this whelp was to us at that moment. He never spoke with such passion. Never looked with eyes this fiercely. We were simply his spawn. But this whelp, we can recall his devotion the night when he went to save this Inuyasha. We wanted father’s blood- and all he bequeathed us was this.
Who was this whelp that we should suffer this indignity?
“Are you my… brother?”
Brother? What did we say to that insanity? “Die.”
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“He looks so much like you, Lord Sesshomaru.”
Midnight tastes like water and blood. Humans bay on their boats. There are thirty humans, two boats. Their noise is everywhere.
“He’s got long, long hair like you. A big sword, like you. And he’s always sad, just like you, Lord Sesshomaru.”
“How dare you compare that disgusting Inuyasha to our Great Lord?”
We can taste the moonlight. Are you watching the moon as we are? Can you taste moonlight, Inuyasha? Or does your human blood blunt such sublime delicacies?
“Inuyasha is very brave, and very handsome.” Rin sniffs a tiger lily. It tells her she is a pretty little girl. “I think they have lots in common. I think they are very alike.”
“Foolish, impudent little-“, Jaken falls quiet. Our fist explained the importance of silence.
“Do you think Inuyasha is like Lord Sesshomaru?” Her flower is quiet, too. Its pollen hides but we can hear it whisper: pretty girl.
We will find you soon, Inuyasha. We are impatient to meet our brother again.
++
Do you want to see us when we approach, Inuyasha? Yes, of course you do. The clouds roll back, the wind speaks our name, and our scent thickens the air when we descend. We remind you of what you could have been. What you wish you were. We know you wish this. We have seen the want in those eyes. The eyes you stole from father.
We want to see your face when we come. We want to smell the anger you give to us, to know you resist us. We have come to kill you.
We always come to kill you.
We want you to die as is befitting your blood. We want to see your hair fly, your blood sing as we free it, your body tremble and shake as we cut you out of your very self and know you. Brother dear, you have eyes like eyes we have seen in reflections, in our father. Does no one else have these eyes? Does no one else know how the wind describes ruby circles in a soft voice? How could you understand these things? How could you possibly?
We will not share such things with you. His likeness. His Tetseiga. His blood. Inuyasha, brother, you abominate our line. You curl the air with our anger. You will admit to the fear in your human heart. Let us feel it like moonlight dripping from a bloody sword. We will find you, Inuyasha. We need not follow a scent or trail. We will simply follow the luscious fear. Yes. You always were a frightened little whelp.
++
“Where are we going, Lord?”
The sun is speaking with the soft grass. Rin is listening with a blade in her mouth. The canyon has yawned for ten thousand thousand moons. How many demons could we fill this place with? We wonder…
“Lord, why are you stopping?”
“I think this is where Lord Sesshomaru wants to be.” Rin tugs our robe. “Lord Sesshomaru, is this where you want to be?”
“Repetitive girl…”
The fear is in that canyon, like a river. It flashes in sunlight. Yes. Oh, yes. That is you Inuyasha. We can taste you anywhere. Hide at the ends of the earth and we will hunt you down, as we always did. Remember those times we shared together, precious baby brother? Ah, we know you do.
You have the scars to remind you.
“Where are you going, Lord?”
“Jaken, he’s going down the ravine.”
“I can see that!”
++
Night divides the day. The ravine shivers with stars and shakes in the darkness with owl song.
Do you still find sleep troublesome? Do you still lay awake feeling fear pool inside of you like congealing blood? We have a story for your sleepless nights. Oh, this tale will not ease you into slumber. It will remind you why you must keep vigilant. Monsters are very real, as you discovered.
Once upon a time there was a young whelp named Inuyasha. He was weak, he was crude, he was fearful and he was tiresome because he would not let us kill him. Death was fitting for one who would not respect our place or keep his own. You do remember how the story goes, do you not?
One day Inuyasha’s whore of a mother died. He had nowhere to go. Humans wanted nothing to do with him. Demons rightfully tuned their backs. He was an abomination. A contamination. So the disgusting little whelp would spend his days finding food and looking for a place to hide. Hide? Why hide? Because at night we would come for him.
Do you remember what fun we had, Inuyasha?
Try as he might he could never get away from us. He would run. He would hide. He would scream when we took him by the scruff and threw him to the ground. We taught him such valuable lessons, written on his skin, all over his body.
We beat him. We whipped him. And oh, so much more. We discovered the secrets of his body. The secret places of his heart. And we rent them apart. His innocence and childhood are our trophies. We took them, and we taught him what it was to be more than merely human, but a demon. And still the whelp never said he was afraid, never said what was so obviously true.
We always intended to kill him every time we caught him. And we did, in little parts.
++
Willows scream as we land along a bog steamed with fat frogs that fall silent instead of singing our welcome. We dip a finger in the water so there will be no more frog song here again. Willows are so much louder. The sunshine is violent; it knows what we will bring the daylight.
“It’s you.”
We are your death. Your end. Your other. The only one who knows what you really are. We have seen you die a thousand times, and this is what you call us?
“What’re you doin’ here?”
The wind is thick with your fear. Ah, we do not need to turn around to see you when we know you already. You are standing on a rock for higher ground. Your hair is an unkempt tangle flying in every direction. You are showing your teeth as we taught you to, all those nights. Taught by example, aye dear brother?
“Say something!”
Wind whips and sunshine splashes like blood in the water. We could swim in this thick air- just like this. We turn and your neck is in our hand, so easily. “Just like the old days.” Your eyes get wide, you know which old days we mean. “Where is your fight, baby brother?”
“Don’t call me that.” You reach to pry our fingers away, but it is a pitiful attempt. “I’m not that little kid anymore.”
“Pity.” We do not like this body. Make him smaller, different, and not so much like us.
“You don’t scare me.” We heard those words before. Lies. We will hear the truth, Inuyasha. And when we do we will free your dirty blood to trickle into the sleeping earth.
“We will kill you.” Ah, and you have heard those. The dance begins. Clothes will fly away like petals and you will be stretched like a bridge we will travel on with this hand. We were always fascinated and horrified by that body of yours. “Kill you,” we whisper close to that mouth. Why do you insist on making it quiver that way?
“What’re you waitin’ for? Do it.” You have not given up, but you do not want us to hesitate? Strange. But then again you are a strange one, Inuyasha. Not quite one thing or the other. “Take my clothes off. Ain’t that what you want?”
You know we only have one hand thanks to you. Ah. “Typical Inuyasha, amusing yourself instead of defending yourself.” We press a talon hard into that neck. The skin is like silk, it will not give easily. But when it does, your blood runs like a trickle of sap from a tree. The bead licks my talon and sighs as it tells me stories about love, friendship, battles, and Tetseiga. So many names in that blood, all human. All doomed to die in cosmic moments. Such wastes of time. Will you concern yourself with gnats or blades of grass, next?
We should be disgusted. Should be flicking the ghastly mix of demon and human off our claw. It should disgust us. It should. It should not transfix us like sunshine and the sprawl of lilies. It should not make us stare as the light sparkles in the bloods’ bead. Should not make us hunger for the taste of what would be so much like ourself, like father.
Father. Father’s blood. “Ah.” We will take what is ours. It is so sweet to lick.
“Couldn’t help yourself, huh?”
Your voice is too loud. Our tongue relishes the lost blood. To be so close. To be so close to what we are. Father, baby brother, blood of our blood. We will see fear in those eyes and know we have no equal-
There is no fear.
Inuyasha, you cannot look at us like this. Not when you know your body will be dragged moments away from death. Not when you know we will show you every movement of death’s dance. Not when you know we will make the sky cry. You will scream. You will bring the stars down with your screaming.
Be afraid. Damn you- be afraid!
“What?” You are not afraid! No, but we could smell the reek of fear. It cannot be possible. “What’s your problem, Sesshomaru? Ain’t you gonna fuck me, already?”
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When you were small your body tore easily, your heart broke every time. We played with you so long you would cry bloody tears, and as we played we wondered how much further we could go with this little, worthless body. How much more could we kill him? How long would it be until he submitted and admitted he was afraid?
Father should never have left us such a pathetic whelp. Defeat is hollow when it is so easy. Our anger, our anger…. We could char the land with all this anger. Gods would weep and Hell would beg forgiveness if this anger were unleashed like so much fire. We must have a worthy opponent to slay. Not this mongrel.
Damn you, father. May your spirit turn restlessly, forever. Like ours.
++
“Fuck?” Is that what you think we do to you? What pigs, humans and other livestock do? Rut like mindless bodies? “Are you in heat, like a whore, Inuyasha? Is this why you use this word?”
You squirm as the trees cry your name and beg for mercy. Ridiculous, you do not need mercy, and we taught you to abhor it, did we not? “It ain’t makin’ love, that’s for sure.”
Oh, Inuyasha. What gibberish do these human insects fill your head with? We do not want such things repeated in our presence. “We do not perform profane human acts. We are the great Lord of the West.” Yes, feel the wind carry our mane and the waters spray us with homage as a thousand frog corpses fall at our feet and wash away. “Remember who we are.”
“You are out of your mind, Sesshomaru.” You laugh. You laugh at us as if we are not the keeper of your death. As if we do not hold the key to your body. As if we do not know the taste of your pain. You dare laugh. You…. You vile, low, disgusting… “Come on, big brother,” you lick your lips as if you are about to feed. “I’m ready for you this time. What do you say? You gonna kill me again?”
Our hand is still around your neck, but your hands are somewhere else. “Effrontery.”
“Do it, Sesshomaru.” You keep touching yourself. “You know, sometimes I almost like it.”
You are thrown into the water, received by dead frogs and their whimpering lily pads. Damn you, Inuyasha. We do not want your fuck. We only want your fear, Inuyasha. Damn you.