Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the one who knows the other. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 15: Teetering
“You can pick who helps you wash.”
Sesshoumaru managed a backward glance. They’d followed—monk, boy, kit. Witnesses.
Steam enveloped them. He knew this hot spring. He knew every hot spring. Because he liked to be clean.
Inuyasha lowered him to a stone. Better than dirt, but disgustingly precarious. A touch steadied him.
“You stink of smoke.” A weak insult.
“Decided not to bury your dragon. They got a pyre.”
Sesshoumaru’s ears were ringing again.
“Which one you want?” Inuyasha pressed. “You say ‘none of us,’ you get me. You say ‘do as you please,’ you get me.”
Original Posting Date: April 13, 2018
Prompt: Touch, suggested by Shaliken
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. And you’re always welcome to suggest a prompt.