With no small amount of reservation, Sesshoumaru set out to find his younger brother. A quick scan of his surroundings had revealed that he and Hikari were alone in Kagome’s castle. When Inuyasha had left, and in what state of mind, were at the forefront of Sesshoumaru’s thoughts. His younger sibling was volatile to say

In the tepid light of dawn, Sesshoumaru awakened. His muscles were cramped and strangely sore. Eyes still closed, he hissed in a breath as he minutely shifted, the fog of slumber still clouding his mind. He could not remember the last time he had slept so deeply. Frowning at the grogginess that gripped him, he

Pearl-white and roofed in jade, Inukimi’s lofty palace glowed like a jewel in the early evening dark. Cities spiraled around and beneath it, a host of lights both natural and magical winking at Sesshoumaru through the mist as he descended, his boots touching to the moonstone balcony that bordered his mother’s favorite indoor garden. Sliding

That evening, as Sesshoumaru made his way alone and undetected to Kagome’s chambers, he sensed two familiar presences conversing lowly from within. “…Please, Inuyasha-sama, will you not speak with your brother once more? The mating bond is everlasting—it cannot be undone.” “I know that, and I’ve told you already, Hikari, this is it. So stop