About Father

[sinful_lynx]

Title: Father
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters/Pairings: Rin, Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Some swearing and probably really terrible Inuyasha. xD;
Author Note: This was easier to do. I've been writing with Taishou on posts almost nonstop lately. xD I just hope I did okay.
Summary: Father's Day for the two inus!
Disclaimer: I don't own the icon nor the fandom, obviously.
Dedication: This is for Taishou, for putting up with me not giving her the Gin and Byakuya intros.

He'd heard Rin prattle on about it endlessly, about one day a year where one honored their father, often with gifts, to show some sort of respect and appreciation towards them. In fact, that was exactly why he was here, holding what she claimed to be a wooden sword (a board chopped up into a sword-like shape) and a sack sewed into a little sheath for the 'blade'.

For some reason, he'd kept it. He had no idea why it had made a place beside Tenseiga and Bakusaiga, or why he'd bothered to settle down beside her as she told him the story of how the present was made. Sesshoumaru had done many things that he wasn't quite sure how to explain and he didn't try anymore. Rin was safe here and yet he had, for the last five years, brought her gifts, listened to her stories and stared down any boy who dared approach her in his presence, all for a reason he could not fathom.

But today, his thoughts were elsewhere. He'd never visited on Father's Day and his visits weren't every day or week, like clock-work. Sesshoumaru had a quest that would probably never be complete, so when he stopped by, she was lucky it was a moon's full cycle. Father's Day...

What did he care? Father's Day was beneath him. His father was dead, never coming back, and he didn't intend to celebrate a day for a man who'd gone off to die, exposing his weakness, for a mortal woman, all in spite of the warnings his son had given him.

No matter how many times he himself had done the very same thing for the child still chatting happily as if she never noticed to faraway look in his eye. He didn't care. That was how it was going to be decided. It wasn't as if he could go to visit Father's tomb anyway. That was right. Father was dead and gone and Sesshoumaru had more important things to do.

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"Sesshoumaru."

"Inuyasha."

The tension between them had eased, maybe just slightly. He hadn't been impaled on his brother's claws, humiliated or challenged to a death match in a while and for the two of them, that was actually something. Inuyasha didn't have any intents on trying to fight his half-brother either, as long as the asshole didn't try and kill him. The hanyou swallowed his pride, just because he didn't think that appearing belligerent or otherwise would do much for his cause. "I take it the kid told you all about Father's Day."

Sesshoumaru stopped, giving him that look that said 'you've got my attention, but make it good'. He wasn't sure whether to scoff or growl, but he decided against both, this time, scratching the back of his leg with a foot, arms crossed.

"What? It piss you off?"

"What do you want, half-breed?"

He hadn't said that their relationship was brotherly or anything... "I want to know about him."

He didn't know if it was an accident, or if Sesshoumaru really intended to let his surprise show, but something about it made Inuyasha shift uncomfortably and made him almost wish he hadn't said anything. It wasn't like he felt bad or anything, but he wasn't an ass and he'd come to understand that Sesshoumaru wasn't as much of one as he originally thought himself. He kinda felt bad about a lot of the things that had happened and the bullshit end that his elder brother got... but karma was a bitch.

"You want to know of Father, you mean?" Even now, knowing the whole secret behind Tenseiga, Inuyasha was surprised that, even if one couldn't hear it, there was still respect and reverence in his tone when that single word had been uttered. He didn't expect to hear a lot about him, but hearing stories from Myouga and Toutousai were very different from hearing about the man that Sesshoumaru must have known.

He was... envious, a little. Sesshoumaru got to know their dad and he... he only know what everyone else did. It really sucked. "Yeah. You can tell me what he was like. I wanna know what Myouga and Toutousai don't."

He was feeling awfully bold today, not quite sure just how he was going to get away with speaking this way to his proud, jerk of a half-brother, but he had thought pushing his luck today was as good a time as any. He'd kick Sesshoumaru's ass with a Meidou Zangetsuha if the prick thought he could get him with Bakusaiga.

"What is there to know? He is your father, Inuyasha. You know him far better than I."

Inuyasha stared at the back of his retreating brother. What did that mean? Of course he didn't. He wanted and intended to pursue more, but for some reason... he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something about that statement sounded almost... sad. If he didn't know better, he'd say Sesshoumaru had actually expressed a normal emotion that wasn't rage or annoyance.

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Sesshoumaru had been more surprised at his answer to the hanyou's question than the question actually posed to him, but, in the end, the truth was simply the truth. Sesshoumaru had never once carried himself in the guise of a liar.

Inuyasha didn't need to see their father's face, to be held in his arms or to talk with him. He didn't need to know what Sesshoumaru had thought and felt as a boy. After all, the one who had taken all of Father's wisdom had not been him, but his younger brother, the one who had never met him. There was nothing more that Inuyasha needed to know.