#fangsofdestruction

[liecoris]

@fangsofdestruction cont. from here

The snake boy blinks a few times before he motions for her to wait. He exits the inner courtyard, and within a few minutes, a soft rapping at the door sounds. “It’s easier to hear face to face than to mouth-read.” It wasn’t as though Mukuro was told that she couldn’t open the door for anyone who wished to visit, moreover she was given the okay to speak to others if they were open to conversation. Hebisuke was the one child who was given his own freedom to decide if he’d like to converse with Mukuro or not, and there was reason behind it. Though he appeared a child, he was much older than he looked. Being part deity, the way he aged deviated from how normal living beings aged. It was purely based on the amount of divinity he housed within his body that dictated his appearance. By years, he was more or less a young adult, but in regards to the divine, he was nothing but a child wet behind the years. No where near qualified to become a Shrine Kami. It was up to Mukuro to decide if she would let him in to converse or not. “I hear you’re not too versed with Demon kind. I can help you with that.” He too didn’t quite fit in with other Demons, but he at least has been with them for quite some time now, so he could offer some information and insights for her.

When motioned to wait, Mukuro gave a nod and watches as he takes his leave moved away from the window, assuming that he was going to arrive at her door and when she hears a soft knocking at her door, her assumption was confirmed。 Mukuro didn't waste any time going and opening the door and stepping to the side in order to let in Hebisuke。

「That's a good point,」 she was glad that this route was taken rather than continuing to communicate via window, as well as glad that he was the one to initiate this。 Mukuro would have, of course, but she didn't want ask just in case that was something she probably shouldn't do。

So for Hebisuke to not only to be the one to wanting to converse further and head to her room but to also offer assistance to her so she could learn more about Demon kind, a weight was lifted off of her shoulders。

「That's correct and yes please, I'd really appreciate that,」 Mukuro spoke with a small, relieved smile。

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Papa's Home | Papa x Sessh

"Shame indeed."

Callous and disheartened, all that was left was to bask in the unyielding warmth of the mountain springs in solitude. It required no further debacle or empathic pleasantries to assuage the seemingly traitorous revelation among subjects that fell under his reign.

Opposition is always to be expected but to keep decorum among overlords of strength, skill, and temper can be dauntingly exhausting; particularly should it have been a week-long discourse with yet a common ground to stand.

Conflict is inevitable but combat is optional. Touga would have rather suffered through hours of constant disagreement and pettiness than have the need to wield blades among comrades and potential threats that would eventually lead to an injunction.

Another day of thought perhaps?

Touga gathered himself to proper robes and kept his armor dangling careless over his arm, which was latter received by the palace staff as he entered the quarters of their not-so humble abode. He thanked them; warm and gracious as he always does. Pardoning himself almost flirtatiously as he had been reprimanded by his wife for being too keen with commoners.

The sun had bid it's shy greeting behind amaranthine skies and the silence of the sleeping world. None but the soft creaking of wooden floor kept the daiyoukai company as he turned through corners and peered through the barely closed door that kept every reason of his existence.

"Are you awake, my little one?" Barely a whisper. "Papa's home."

[lured-into-wonderland]

((OOC: This one will be a bit shorter since there isn’t much for me to go off of interaction-wise, but this is for ‘Seth’ to Nunnally))

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Seth had continued to frequent the hole in the wall shop as per his usual habitual ways permitted, and he noticed that on occasion the young miss who had gifted him a treat a month ago would drop by from time to time.

Their schedules didn’t seem to line up much considering they’d only crossed paths again only a mere handful of times.

Though the shop advertised Valentine’s day for couples, it didn’t advertise much for White Day for reasons he could only fathom.

He’d spoken to the owner of the shop that the next time Nunnally came in, her order would be his treat, along with her choice of a dessert that the store had to offer. It wasn’t necessary to state that he was the one gifting her.

The owner would simply give her a message that: [A grateful patron had paid for your order in advance as thanks for last month]

It wasn’t very personable, but their relationship was essentially that, practically strangers. That said, Seth wasn’t one to not return favors or goodwill, so he chose to go about it in this roundabout manner.  

She liked that café. It wasn't one of these posh places that were popular among her friends, but it served one of the best coffee in the city. At least in Nunnally’s opinion. So, she was a frequent guest there. Sometimes she would just take a coffee to go, sometimes sit inside and read a book or sketch, and sometimes take a seat outside and watch people passing by. She had perhaps noticed Seth once or twice, but didn’t think about him too much. Sharing a coffee and something sweet with him on Valentine’s Day was more of an accident than a planned action; it didn't last long and she was quick to forget about it.

And there was Nunnally standing more than surprised when she was offered a free drink and a desert. As a thanks for last month…? What did it mean?

She stood there a bit puzzled; unsure if she was not mistaken for someone else. But that would be odd. She knew she stood out (not only in this particular place but also in general), always giving the vibes of not fitting there. Whatever that “there” was. In addition, the older lady, who was an owner of the place and had talked with Nunnally more than a few times was sure it was for her. Indeed, there were little chances Nunnally could have been mistaken for some other young woman.

She hesitantly accepted the coffee and chose yoghurt with fruit as her sweet treat; still wondering whom she should thank for this unexpected gift. And then she realized it! The double treat for the Valentine’s Day she shared with a lonely stranger. She laughed gently when she understood, and looked through the patrons to see if that man there. But he was not. Slightly disappointed, Nunnally started to wonder if he was a frequent guest here, but she didn’t ask. Perhaps he would not like her to pry. She had a small chat with the lady behind the counter as the café was almost empty at this time of a day, and then she chose a table far in the corner (but close to the window) and started to sketch something in her notebook.

When she was almost ready to leave, Nunnally noticed the door opening and someone entered the still empty café. Surprisingly enough that someone was the man that got her the treat. She was watching him from her place as he placed his order and sat by one of the tables. She chuckled gently, stood up and walked straight to the man: --

“May I join you?” – she asked taking a seat without waiting for his invitation or even giving him a chance to answer– “I guess it is my turn to say thank you to you.” – she laughed – “Perhaps it should become our custom to leave small treats for each other from time to time.” – she was not truly serious, but she was curious about him. Nunnally didn’t expect most of the people doing what he did.

“How did you know I am coming here? Do you perhaps also like the place?” – he must have seen her here at least a few times before (how otherwise would he know she'd be back?), so it was embarrassing that she didn't notice him. To cover for these feelings (or perhaps embarrassing herself even more) she opened her notebook and pushed it towards him: --

“I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” – Nunnally said pointing to the drawing in her notebook depicting Seth himself – “I was trying to remember how you looked after getting the treat earlier today.” – she explained to make the situation less awkward. At least in her own eyes.

“By the way, my name is Nunnally. Do you feel like giving me yours?”  

@fangsofdestruction

[blossomingbellflower]

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[liecoris]

「Hmn,」 Mukuro hums in response to Popo's answer, it was to be expected。 After all, Popo said that they couldn't outright give her any answers, but it was interesting to hear Popo use "and" instead of the "or" Mukuro had used moments ago。 There was another hum that left Mukuro when Popo brought up the photos back from the apartment, and now that she thought about it, she could only recall images of "her" and various cats, she didn't recall any childhood photos with family either。

「That is very interesting。。。」 It was possible that she had gone low, or even had no contact with her family, but that also didn't feel right。 She'll have to dig around more at the apartment later。

「Ah。。。 that's right。」 Mukuro had just about forgotten about that fact, 「ugh, I wish I knew more about ghosts and the like。」 She wasn't an expert by any means, all her knowledge was obtained via Wikipedia so who's to say just how accurate that is。。。「Could you get me information on a type of inhuman being that could do something like this? Because I didn't inhabit the body of the female lead, right? And if she's a descendant of exorcists demons would probably have a beef with her right? But if I'm not the female lead, it couldn't have been a targeted attack? Unless。。​​​​​​​。​​​​​​​ hm。 This is going to be a bit more trickier to figure out than I thought but that honestly makes things a bit more fun~」

She could also use this time to explore her surroundings a little bit, as far as the limitation would allow her, and see what she could see or hear。 Looking around, Mukuro was in thought until something like a realization hit her。

「Wait。。。 Ken, from the train ride, has been the only one to have brought up that I was on breavement because of my mother being murdered and yet no one else has really expressed their condolences about that, or if they knew, they're not talking about it so openly as Ken had。 So maybe there's something up with him?」

Popo listened to Mukuro talk about her thoughts in regards to the murder of the hosts mother. Ears twitched at her question, as it had to think long and hard about how to answer her. They couldn’t give away the answer, but could possibly give away some hints to help lead her in the right direction. The conjunction ‘or’ would mean that one of the options had to hold true, but the possibility of neither of them holding true couldn’t be ignored either.

After much thought, “you could send me out to gather information and fool’s errand together, yes.” Hopefully she’d understand the meaning behind the change in wording. Perhaps another small hint can be given. “Think back to the photographs, do you remember seeing any people? Family?” If Mukuro thought back to it, in all of the photos, the only human pictured was of her with various cats. Even in the pictures of the host in their childhood there were no pictures of any family. What could that mean?

Perhaps the host had cut ties with her family, or maybe there was another reason behind it. “As a casual reminder for you, don’t forget that in this game, there are various species inhabiting this world. Ghosts, beasts, spirits and more exist. Some of the answers you’ll seek may be related to the inhuman habitants.” In other words, some of the answers she’ll have to answer for her missions couldn’t be solved by simple human knowledge. Mukuro would have to branch out past human knowledge to think of answers.

There have been some hints that Popo snuck into conversation, like little clues about what she could try doing that would lead her to another clue to help her solve the mystery of the ‘murder’ that she was seeking. This was just her first mission, and due to the fact that Mukuro was brought here on a glitch, the game had adjusted the difficulty levels for some of the first few missions, so it was programmed in for some hints to be given to her periodically.

[mcmcntomorii-later]

2023 Wday submission from Sesshomaru

Hiyah, as per custom, it’s time for white day after Valentine’s Day. Do with this as you will like with last month. Hope you like! [submitting early in case you’d like time to respond to it]

@fangsofdestruction​

Sesshomaru had waited at a designated spot in a public park for the kitsune to arrive. A couple days prior, a message was left at her home in the form of a traveling paper talisman controlled by one of the spellcasters in the Gumi.

The Talisman, once it had located Mukuro, would ‘poof’ away into smoke and in its place leave a note, requesting for her to come to the park at a specific place to meet for a brief moment. The requested date to meet being the 14th of March, a date that no native of East Asia would miss.

He’d heard that Valentine’s day was celebrated differently in European nations, but in Asia, women normally gave gifts on Valentine’s day to friends, family, and acquaintances alike, and the recipients would return the favor the following month on White day.

The gifts were white and did not necessarily have to be a consumable good. Having lived through the many centuries, Sesshomaru was well aware of the human customs, and he saw fit to follow the traditions as to be respectful.

When Mukuro arrived, he first hands her a small box containing marshmallows.

He’d gone out around the Western part of Japan (out of old habit) and had come across a store which sold some interesting marshmallow treats fashioned to look like cute animals. Though they did not make foxes, he requested a meeting with the owner of the store and put in a special request for them to specially make marshmallows in the form of a fox.

To pay homage to the receiver, he’d asked for pink elements to be added to the marshmallow foxes, keeping the majority of their color scheme white as to conform to the color theme the gifts should abide by.

As Mukuro had given him an edible gift along with a suit to wear, he had also prepared a secondary gift for her.

In a small, slender box held a kanzashi. The hair stick variety, to be specific rather than the kind one fashions into their hair like an ornament.

The hair stick variety was more useful in the sense it served a practical purpose, it was more apt for everyday use, and in case of emergency, it could be used as a stabbing weapon. With her profession, a hair stick styled kanzashi was more useful.

“It is made of sterling silver. The lilies at the end were carved out of white jade.”

White jades are lucky stones, and they are known for the power to make one feel calm and peaceful. It was also known for giving the owner luck whether it came to health, love, or business.

Perhaps the image of innocence and purity didn’t quite suit Mukuro, they did fit the color scheme. If one considered her general knowledge of Demon society, one could consider her ‘innocent,’ and that was the definition he went with- not that he had explained any of his reasonings behind the gifts.

He had answers prepared if she should ask, but otherwise, he planned on keeping such things to himself.

“These are White day gifts in return for the Valentine Day gifts you’ve presented me last month.”

Honestly, Mukuro had forgotten about White Day, having been a bit out of touch with giving someone a Valentine’s Day gift and getting something in return。 So when she had gotten that message, not only was Mukuro just surprised at being given a message, Mukuro didn’t know what it was going to be about until she saw something about White Day being advertised and she finally recognized the date on the calendar。

And still, Mukuro couldn’t hold back her initial surprise when she was handed a little box。

Taking care to open it, her eyes did light up at the small fox-shaped marshmallow treats that were also colored similarly to what she looked like when she was in her fox form。

When she was given the second gift of the hair pins, Mukuro couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the item。

「It’s so beautiful,」there was a bright, genuine smile on her lips as she spoke, these looked almost too pretty to wear but she’d make sure that she would find some opportunity to wear them。

「Lilies are my favorite flower。。。」 Mukuro couldn’t help but say out loud, she knew he probably didn’t know that, and the reason he chose it was probably because of the color scheme as well as just how even she considered herself innocent in the terms of Demon society。

「Thank you so much, I really love them〜！」

[babysitterjaken]

@tanteichi​

🐸 “You will show Lord Sesshomaru  respect! How dare you display such insolence?!”

[theunknownmasks]

What strangely specific scent do you give off?

rain after the thunderstorm.

you are the calm one, the one who believes to their core that they have everything under control. the world continues on past you, and you're walking away from the things that trouble you, whenever you can. you take a sip of your warmest tea, and you go sit down on the edge of the porch with your best friend, and the world passes you both by as you talk about nothing and everything in the world. you bring people to you the way rain forces shelter, and how the ground soaks it up like the morning dew. you are welcoming the way clouds welcome vapor until they can't anymore, and it rains, and rains, and rains. when you finally can hold no more, will you be raining or thundering?

tagged: @immolatiism (blessed bean)

tagging: @sacredpyre, @fangsofdestruction, @infintasmal, @blossomingbellflower, @incandescentreinvention, @cursedfortune, and anyone who wants to nab!

[fightingthetides]

I was poking around but couldn't really see, besides the ones you have listed what other muses do you have over here?

[Unprompted ask] || @arealmunited

Hiyah! So, the actual muses on the roster are on the blog, but I assume you mean the secret request only/private muses. They aren't listed bc-- of various reasons including: i'm shy, little confidence, and Hibari would kill me if I actively advertised him.

The secret muses:

Hibari Kyouya (Brought over from the Bitingskylark blog). Open to anyone who requests. TYE, TYL, and 20 years old (as I HC he's older than the majority of the cast by 2 years)

Daemon Spade, brought in for my friend Kiki's Elena. I'm open to others wanting to interact with him though. (I beg prior to the betrayal lol)

Fon, but he's actually strictly for @vipermirage's Mammon. I brought him in just for Mammon. I have no real confidence in him and the less he can be perceived by others the better for my nerves.

Lambo Bovino- Anyone could request him. He's just my lil bean. I mostly write him at 9 years old, and I love TYE. If requested I can also do TYL.

Yamamoto Takeshi- The newest bean to my roster. I picked him up because Meluna was talking about wanting more Yamamoto's around and I said: BET I can do TYE, TYL, or 18 years old.

[I'm generally pretty open to picking up anyone if anyone talks me into it. So, if you're interested in me picking up someone they too can be added to this secret muse list kekw]

It's been long enough and I'm less scared of the fandom so... attached to this main blog is the side blog for Sesshomaru over at fangsofdestruction.

[hellishparadiseforthelost]

how do you need to be touched ?

fervently

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

Tagged by: @tenth-god

Tagging: @fangsofdestruction @queenharumiura & whoever else

[liecoris]

 (From 727229674639507456) - Fangsofdestruction

“Albeit our first meeting wasn’t made under the best of terms, it is clear that you hadn’t known what you were getting yourself into. Surprisingly wet behind the years when it comes to Demon culture with your age, but you’ve adapted yourself well to be among the humans.” It wasn’t something he could fathom doing so easily, not that he really wished to. “Even so, you don’t willfully continue your ignorance and sought to learn, which is worthy of praise.”

Different translation: First impressions aside, you made a mistake and opted to rectify that by expanding your own knowledge, which shows willingness to self-improve. Good girl.

»» pertaining to @fangsofdestruction

His words did make her happy, even if said in such an elaborate way, she got the message。 A smile was ever present on her lips as she listened, the smile growing ever so slightly from the praise, Mukuro was always the type that was hungry for knowledge as well as the type to not take jobs if she knew that she wasn't going to live through it or have a substantial amount of issues。 So for this job to have taken quite the turn from fearing for her life for a moment to learning more about the culture she came from, was really nice。

She happily listened to him, but the moment he said ' worthy of praise ' a heat flooded her face。 

" Good Girl ", that phrase could be said in any language, in any manner of word combinations that weren't outright ' good ' and ' girl ', and Mukuro would've sniffed it out like a bloodhound on a scent trail。

All thoughts immediately left her mind and if she hadn't seated before, Mukuro certainly was now with how that phrase always made her a little weak in the knees ( literally )。

「Th--thank you~」 Mukuro manages to get out, speaking in a manner that was a bit out of character for her, but then again, that phrase usually took her out of the personality she typically protrayed。

【 what your muse honestly thinks about mukuro 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Once You're Stripped Clean, What's At Your Core?

Flightless Bird

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

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Tagged by: @wandofwillow

Tagging @blossomingbellflower @fangsofdestruction

[blossomingbellflower]

Does it ever cross your mind that you'll pass on before Sesshomaru, and does that make you feel guilty at all that you'll leave him grieving for who knows how many decades/centuries?

SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY || @fightingthetides

"Of course it has. It was one of the many things I pondered over before giving him my decision." Kikyou was not one to typically make a reckless decision. She considered all sides--once time permitted it.

"It is an unfortunate inevitable..one that we are both cognizant of. However, whether I had chosen not to be with him, it will not erase the pain. Perhaps it would be significantly less..who is to say. The only way the grief possibly could have been avoided in its entirety..is if fate had not allowed us to meet again."

While she was happy to have find him and regained her memories..Kikyou knew that all too soon they will be parted. Either by life's unpredictable nature or by old age as per the natural laws governing humanity. In the end, it was horribly painful to envision leaving him alone. Kikyou did not wish for it. If she could, she would remain at his side until it was time for BOTH of them to go.

Alas, she was not a demon and he was not a human. They were two different species..and with their love, came eventualities that they had to accept..no matter how bitter or saddening it was.

"And I would not have used guilt to describe it. Guilt would imply there is something I can do to change it..that it is something I am doing on purpose. No. It is more of a helpless fury, anguish, melancholy and frustration. I do not wish for him to suffer..but when you love..you also experience the consequences of it."

But yes, Kikyou did hold strong, complicated mix of emotions regarding her ultimate demise. Leaving him to face the centuries alone in his grief..tore at her heart on the days her darker thoughts and worries took the forefront of her mind.

"All I can do for him..is to provide as much happiness in the time that we have. Waste not a second on foolishness. Time is limited and I will give him all that I can in that time frame."

[mcmcntomorii-later]

2023 Vday (Sesshomaru)

Thanks for sending in a request for a response drabble! Feel free to do with this as you like (ie reply, post, hoard, treat as standalone, canonize it, etc) and enjoy!

fangsofdestruction​:

Sesshomaru did not usually leave the Demon Mansion and walk out among the masses, but he did find it necessary to do so on rare occasions. Usually, it was other Demons more adept with disguises who would pretend to be a regular human, hiding in their midst.

Sometimes, the former Lord of the Western lands would roam the streets in search of wayward Demons to ensure that they did not commit any foul play which would attract the unwanted attention of humans.

In the process of doing so, he’d crossed paths with Mukuro who was coincidentally on her way to visit. Mentioning something about Valentine’s day, he glances at the gifts she prepared for him.

Homemade chocolates and a suit. The suit was an unexpected gift, as he was aware of the traditions of Valentine’s day. Women normally gave chocolates to acquaintances, friends, or lovers. He hadn’t heard of gifting clothes as being a part of the tradition.

Out in the public eye as they were, it would be rude of him to reject her gift. He accepts them with a word of gratitude.

After exchanging a few words of pleasantries, she had left to do whatever it was that she had business doing.

Though a dog he may be, he was able to consume chocolates, though preferably not in large amounts. The suit, he wouldn’t know if it would fit him, but he could try it on at a later date. If it were to fit him though, he’d be quite curious to know how she’d gotten his size.

A mystery to ponder at a later date, no doubt.

He didn’t necessarily need to buy clothing himself considering he would always have special clothing tailored to him made out of special materials. One could say he was never wanting of any new clothing considering the clothing he ‘wore’ was simply a part of him. His humanoid form was simply that of a re imagination of his true-self into that of a human’s likeness.

His clothes were a part of his true body, like how his mokomoko was the amalgamation of all his power and fur condensed into a mass of fur. The illusion magic cast upon him meant his ‘outfits’ were limitless.

Still, her good-will wasn’t lost on him. It was a curious piece of human craftsmanship. He could tell that the suit was well-made, and by human standards, of nice quality. Perhaps one day he will put the gifted suit to use as to not allow it to simply collect dust.

Over the course of them becoming acquainted, they got along well enough. He wouldn’t quite say that they were ‘friends,’ as this Kumicho didn’t ‘make friends,’ but the company was enjoyable enough to be considered something similar.

She hadn’t spoken a word about her true intentions behind her gifts, but he took them as platonic, and he appreciated the sentiment all the same.

The occasional regards were important to the upkeep of relations, and for Demons, keeping on contact with each other (regardless of how seldom it may be) was integral to social quo.

With a snap of his fingers, a gust of wind breezes past and takes the suit from him to place it in his room. The chocolates, however, stayed with him. A treat while patrolling the city wouldn’t harm anyone.

They were tasty.

“I suppose this goes to show she appreciates being alive.” That’s to say, she appreciates being given the chance to live though by all means, their first encounter could’ve been their last.

In simpler terms, Giri-choco. Acceptable.

[halfdemonasagi]

"So brave. So gallant. So pointless."- Fangsofdestruction, only one that kinda fit him. Idk he's probably watching humans foght or something and is being sassy again

"I never knew humans were like this. Until I actually ventured into the world, it's still all so strange to me. Living with the other children we had no idea what was going on outside Horai Island. I mean, we couldn't leave so." Asagi also watched what was going on before her. "So you know what. I agree with you. Brave, gallant and pointless. What happens in the end? Humans get hurt because of stupidity."

[dualfated]

Jaw clenched in an immediate reaction to his brother’s words. Grinding his teeth he fought back any retaliatory comment he normally would have shot out. At this point this was just normal Sesshomaru. He shouldn’t be surprised as to the lack of anything more. However it still did irk him a bit, to be referred to in that manner. But, he would bear it as always. He hadn’t come this way just to have a petty little argument.

It was the secondary comment that got him. Again, he likely shouldn’t be surprised. Yet he found himself feeling a bit of that anyway. He thought Sesshomaru would have been over allowing their father to affect him anymore. He generally seemed to put on that attitude. Was this jealousy or was it honest hurt that causes Sesshomaru to let slip this remark.

“Dunno why he’d give a damn about me. Mother’s dead. I’m grown. Don’t really need someone telling me what to do with my life.”  He made this statement, attempting to put on his own lack of caring. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t curious and wouldn’t wish to pull answers to lifelong queries.

Inuyasha noted his brother’s attention flickering when seconds after he’d picked up on the sounds himself. He lifted his head, drawing in the scents from the direction the sounds were coming from. It was a peculiar scent. Something unfamiliar but....not at the same time. The way it was rushing at them had him drawing Tessaiga and pointing it defensively.

When the small fluffy ....thing emerged, Inuyasha loosened his hold, wearing an expression mixed of confusion and disgust.

“The hell?”

Standing straight he sheathed his father’s fang and marched up to the thing. He proceeded to drop to the ground and poke at it. While it didn’t seem to appreciate this, it didn’t flee. When he couldn’t place what it was he stuck out his hand and grabbed it up in his hand the way he would with Shippo. Eyes narrowed and he took a lingering sniff. He finally turned, fluff in hand still, to address his brother who had yet to take his own leave.

“Kinda smells like us. But kinda doesn’t. Did you cough this up or somethin’?”  He had to throw in a half hearted jab. While he wasn’t attempting to be genuinely aggressive, he was only joking as he would with any of his friends. But the smirk he’d had faltered while meeting Sesshomaru’s quizzical gaze. He had nothing. He hated that this likely made him look as much the idiot as his brother accused him of being but he was  at a loss. This thing looked like the fur Sesshomaru bore, that Tessaiga bore. It smelled vaguely like them and had managed to draw them both in to this place. There was a time he’d have scoffed at fate but this felt too strange to be simple coincidence.

“D’you have any idea what the hell this is?” He raised his hand and pushed it out towards his brother as if to encourage inspection. He was looking to his elder for an honest answer, something beyond the usual way of treating him like an uneducated pup or an abomination. If he was so ignorant all he could do was attempt to learn, it wasn’t his fault in full for what he did or didn’t know. 

Feet thumped against the warm earth, barely making contact. His arms thrown backward as he plunged forward. Thoughts whirred in the hanyou’s mind as he seemingly flew through the trees, hardly mindful of his surroundings. How the hell could this happen? There was no way....right?

Most talk like this would have been laughed at. Or been dealt with more aggressively as Inuyasha didn’t like being played the fool of. But he couldn't deny the level of curiosity within. Likely fueled by so many unanswered questions, unfulfilled whims of wishing he could talk to his family.

Well if he found out it was nothing but harmful rumor, he would put a stop to it. If he couldn’t raise the old man for his own reasons, he’d make sure that old man would be left alone by everyone else. Let the dead be dead!

“Master Inuyasha, please! As much as I wish your Father was still with us, this could be a trap!”

The flea loosed a shudder but held tightly as the wind rushed around him. Of course Inuyasha scoffed at him. He was no weak pup! He’d also fought enough enemies to realize when there might be danger. This was why he came mostly alone. “If all yer gonna do is whine you should probably run off.”

“I don’t run! I merely-”

The flea froze, eyes widening. The scent hit Inuyasha immediately, slowing him. Of course Sesshomaru would have to have been here too. Just what he didn’t need right now.

“Obviously. But seems like it’s a waste of time. Haven’t seen anything. I don’t smell em’. All that’s here is you.. Where you hoping to challenge the old man or somethin’?” He couldn’t help but wonder as to the type of family reunion his brother had been hoping for.