Mood Stripes 008: Delirious

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the one who’s struggling. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

Chapter 8: Delirious

Poison hissed from Sesshoumaru’s scrabbling claws. Grass blackened, dirt bubbled, and the bastard thrashed weakly against the scanty weight of Kagome’s spare blanket.

“Oi, enough!” Inuyasha pinned his wrists. “It’s finished. He’s gone.”

Sesshoumaru squinted up at him, eyes glassy with fever. “Father?” he rasped.

His ears flattened. “Oi,” he repeated, softer. “Get ahold of yourself. It’s only me.”

But his brother choked out words he never woulda said if he was thinking straight. Aww, hell.

“Everybody, back off … gimme space. Sesshoumaru ain’t himself, but I can take care of it.” And to Sesshoumaru, “I’ll take care of it.”

Original Posting Date: March 20, 2018
Prompt: Space, suggested by Craftankerous
Words: 100

Summary: In the aftermath of the Final Battle, the victors lick their wounds and look ahead. However, a misspent wish on the Shikon-no-Tama changes minds, hearts, fates… and colors. SK. Canon Divergence. Begins here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Mood Stripes tag.


13 thoughts on “Mood Stripes 008: Delirious

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  2. I’ve always been weak towards the whole “InuYasha looks just like his dad” moments. No matter who it’s with, either Sesshoumaru, Sesshoumaru’s mom, Myouga, ANYONE, I get hit with the feels hammer. This is one of those times 😭

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