Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the fidgeter. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 122: Dissatisfied
Sesshoumaru came to a decision. “You were right.”
“Yeah?” Inuyasha eased him to a seat under an old pine and busied himself gathering kindling.
“About a suitable mount.”
Silvery ears dipped as his brother turned crestfallen. “That bad, huh?”
“To free your arms,” Sesshoumaru sternly countered. “Neither of us can wield Father’s fangs like this.”
Inuyasha’s whole countenance lifted. Soon a small fire blazed. “So… did our old man use poison?”
“My mother’s clan carries the trait.”
He fidgeted. “Speaking of mothers….”
Sesshoumaru braced himself for an awkward exchange.
His brother slowly fed needles into the fire. “New moon’s tonight.”
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Original Posting Date: January 7, 2020
Prompt: Crestfallen, suggested by Onion
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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.