Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the scrappy one. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 125: Remembered
“That okay?” Inuyasha checked.
Sesshoumaru still had him by the sleeve, rubbing absently at the sturdy fire-rat. “This belonged to Father.”
“Oh. Yeah.” What else could he say? “Myoga told me.”
“Hnn.” And more softly, “I remember it.”
Inuyasha found there was even less to say. Not one thing.
Sesshoumaru seemed lost in thought. “He wanted to protect you.”
For many years, these clothes had been Inuyasha’s only shelter, his only shield. But they’d never seemed like much of an inheritance. Just leftovers. Scraps for the mongrel.
His brother blinked. “He may have been trying to protect you from me.”
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Original Posting Date: January 17, 2020
Prompt: Sturdy, suggested by Clutterfiend
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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.