Mood Stripes 061: Understood

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

Chapter 61: Understood

Inuyasha understood wanting stuff. Wanting a second chance, because everything went to hell the first time. Wanting someone to protect, because it means you’re not alone anymore. Wanting your brother to want you around, even though he’s a stubborn bastard.

“You need to eat.” Inuyasha held out a skewer. Sesshoumaru ignored him, but he wasn’t having it. “I’ll feed you if I gotta.”

His brother swatted his hand away.

“You feeling sick?” He lowered his voice. “Are you worried, maybe?”

Dead silence.

“They’re only a little late.”

“Oi.” Inuyasha understood being afraid. “If they ain’t back tomorrow, I’ll go check.”

Original Posting Date: September 25, 2018
Prompt: Late, suggested by Jelena Lee
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. [Hurt/Comfort, Romance] Begins here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Mood Stripes tag. And you’re always welcome to suggest a prompt.


9 thoughts on “Mood Stripes 061: Understood

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  2. Somehow knowing Sesshoumaru cares that much, even if only because he’s traumatized, makes my heart melt and squeeze tight at the same time ❤️😭💔

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