Disclaimer:Really, must I go through this every time? Must you remind me that I don't own Inuyasha or any of its characters:sigh:

Warning:Yaoi. Mpreg. Inucest. Language. And once again, sorry if some italics and bold words are shoved together, the site doesn't seem to want to fix that little glitch –o–; And…the next few chapters are going to take a strange turn XD (Because my mind works strangely)

Note:Back in the previous chapter, I had written that it had been six to seven years since Yasushi had left the castle and then put three months. That was a mistake on my part and it is seven years. So very sorry for the mistake! And another three week timeskip…although it isn't that big/long.

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The Years Later

Seventh Year: Wonderland of the Mind – i.

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With only two days left to go until the ceremony and celebration, the castle was in an uproar, every single able person bustling around in preparation.

Well, almost every single person.

Inuyasha rolled over in the mass of furs (otherwise known as his bed), moaning. His head felt as though a sledgehammer was pounding into it, rattling every single bone in his body. Another moan slipped past his lips as he turned once again.

"Dad? Are you okay?" questioned Daichi, blinking curiously at his father. "Hey…Ichi-nii… Dad looks really bad."

Ichiro, roused awake by the pleading complaints of his younger twin, blearily rubbed his golden eyes before staring down at their father. "Huuunnh? You're right, Dai… Ah, he looks off… Dad? Can you hear me? Are you feeling sick?"

A groan was his only response.

"AH! Dad's sick!! Uh, Dai, where's Yasushi-san?! He should know what to do! Right? Where is he?? Yasushi-san?" panicked the older boy, frantically scanning the room.

Daichi, scared but still much more collected, tried to calm him down. "Ichi-nii, calm down. I think I hear someone coming—ah, stop yelling! It's not good for Dad. You should be quiet when someone's sick. So, shhh."

"Right…right…Where is he?!"

The doors to their room opened, admitting not Yasushi, but a stoic Sesshomaru. Ichiro paled slightly, snapping his mouth shut at once. He turned his head towards Daichi, asking with his eyes, "why is he here?"

"What is wrong with the han—Inuyasha?" Sesshomaru inquired, sensing both the turmoil of the children and the disturbed youki of the said hanyou.

Gulping down his fear, Daichi answered meekly, "Dad…Dad won't wake up. We think he's sick…because he keeps making funny noises and he hasn't gotten up, even though we've called him."

"Hmph."

Eyes narrowed on the slumped figure lying motionless on the bed, he remarked, "Both of you attend your studies. I shall deal with him on my own."

Daichi didn't have to be told twice. While he did feel slightly uneasy, leaving his brother with the older youkai, he could see in his eyes that he was going try and help their dad get better. Grabbing Ichiro's hand, he nodded, "Okay…Please take care of our Dad…"

"…I will."

Comforted by the answer, he dragged his protesting brother out, quietly shutting the doors behind them.

Sesshomaru pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop the aching headache from making its way to his brain. Two days. Two days before all the celebrations and ceremonies and he chooses today to get sick. Walking over to the hanyou's bedside, he carefully laid a hand to the feverishly burning forehead.

The hand moved downward, brushing silver locks out of his face and pushing back the collar of his yukata. Fingers brushed gently over his pulse and stopped at the patch of skin that he had once branded nearly a month ago in a fit of jealousy. Snorting lightly, he ran his fingertips of the spot, eliciting a low moan from the slumbering hanyou. At that time, he had injected some of his poison—a harmless mix of it—in order to frazzle the bundle of nerves, making them overly sensitive to even light brushes. The taiyoukai smirked softly at the memory. However, since that day, Inuyasha had behaved strangely. It had been nearly three weeks since the initial incident of Inuyasha figuring out (after much help and hinting from a certain wily fox) that the taiyoukai was actually capable of jealousy. He would quite literally attach himself to the said fox whenever he had come around, purposefully stirring those same envious feelings of his. A rather stupid, transparent tactic, but it worked just as well—even after being told by Yasushi that he didn't want any part of it, the closeness and touching.

"Just how far are you willing to go?" he queried out loud, fingers running over his throat, over his adam's apple.

Another groan, a mix of pain and chilled pleasure, left his lips.

Retracting his hand, Sesshomaru turned to obtain a tub of cold water and a towel. However, a faint and small voice stopped him in his tracks, "S…Sess…ho…maru…"

His brows furrowed together in a light shock as he stood there, not even two steps from the bed and still ten away from the bathroom. As if to confuse him even further, a feeble hand reached out to grasp at his, weakly. "I'm…sor..r.y… Plea…se don't…hate…me…"

Sesshomaru stood perfectly still. Did Inuyasha have some sort of issue with speaking while under extreme drowsy induced pain? He had done the exact same thing when he found the hanyou, battered and bruised. And he did not want to hear what the younger inu had to say this time, hating the outcome of what his unconsciously spoken words did to him.

"I sw-…ear…it was…"

"Silence," he commanded, not even bothering to try and sever the hand clutching onto his so feebly. All he wanted was for the hanyou to stop talking.

Naturally, the sleeping boy did not heed to his demand. "Accident…That night wa-…s an accident…? S…o…sor – ry…Why…can't… love…-you.."

"You are asking me why I cannot love you?"

Soft, panting breaths were his only answer.

Regardless of whether the hanyou was conscious or not to hear his reply, Sesshomaru answered, "I cannot love you because I do not possess such a weak emotion. And even if I did…do you honestly believe that someone of my caliber, of my status would even consider loving you, a low, pathetic hanyou?"

"Love…you…"

"You are persistent, aren't you?"

The hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, which caused him to gaze downward at them. Sharp, piercing golden eyes softened as a visible crack was dealt to his inner wall. Voice coming out in a muddled murmur, he asked, "What… What hold do you possess over me? There is nothing special about you, or even more to you. Your blood has been tainted with the stains of human which makes you worth hardly even a fraction of my time. Yet… What is it about you that brings out the weak…uncharted side in me? Just like our father. Are you the curse that will lead me to my ultimate demise?"

Muffled words spilled from his lips, ones that he could not hear.

"Pointless. I should not be hindered by you, voicing useless questions which need no answers to them."

That said, he freed his imprisoned hand and returned with a tub of cool water and a wash cloth. Dipping the cloth into the water and wringing out the excess water, he placed it on the hanyou's forehead in an attempt to lower the burning fever.

"Ha…ppy…-want to be…happy…with – you…" murmured out the resting boy.

Sesshomaru stayed silent, feeling that he had been much too vociferous for one day.

The sound of the shifting doorknob from outside alerted him of a new arrival. However, he did not replace his mask of stolidity, knowing who it was.

"I heard that Inuyasha was sick from Ichiro and Daichi."

"……Yes, the idiot is rather ill."

Yasushi chuckled softly as he made his way over to the other side of the bed, checking Inuyasha's vitals. "Hm, he's just got a fever. It should go away with some rest. It's just a cold or possibly even the flu. At this point though, it's leaning more towards the latter. The best medicine for Inuyasha right now, would just be resting."

The taiyoukai did not respond but the lavender eyed demon could see relief flooding his body. A smile played at his lips.

Silence settled over the atmosphere.

"You seem awfully caring today. Is it any special occasion I should know about?" Yasushi joked, breaking the stifling stillness in the room.

"My excuse to not being out there, overseeing all the preparations."

"Oh? You're even joking now?" teased the fox, "You've sure come a long way since we first met."

Sesshomaru smirked softly.

"It's too bad that you're opening and warning up to the kid when he's sleeping and delirious," he finished, seating himself on the chair next to the bed. "You shouldn't tease him so much. Coming onto him abruptly and then feigning disinterest just as quickly, pretending as though you don't see him struggling to prove himself to you. To prove his feelings for you. Don't start a game you won't be able to finish."

"I plan to finish this 'game', as you put it, and win while I am at it."

"It's too bad that this is one game that you won't win, no matter what you do. You can't win this one, Sesshomaru. And until you come out of your constant state of denial, you won't be able to see that winning doesn't mean anything. Not when it costs you the one thing – no, the one person that you desire the most."

The inu was tempted to let out a derisive snort, but being who he was, did not. "And how do you know who I desire the most?"

"Because it's so visibly gleaming in those golden eyes of yours. You're forgetting that my eyes are special, and I can see more. You're only trying to fool yourself by prolonging the inevitable. We both know that you're only lying to yourself. The only question left to ask is: how much longer can you keep it up?"

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'Where…Where the hell am I?'

Inuyasha groggily forced his closed lids to open, wincing at the brightness that invaded his blurry vision. "Where…the hell am I?"

"Where does it look like?"

Turning around, he caught sight of Miroku, lazily leaning on his staff. "It sure did take you a long time, Inuyasha. Ever the slow one, both mentally and physically."

He punched the monk, eye twitching, "Oi Miroku, don't make me break every bone in your bod…Wait a minute…Are you…Did you…Are you dead?!?!"

Hand rubbing the large bump on his head caused by the irascible hanyou's fist, he answered, "Don't be stupid Inuyasha. I'm not dead, you're not dead, and you're not about to die either. You're just inside of your own mind, since you're pretty sick and all…the mind which I happen to be the guide of. Don't ask, cause frankly, I don't know, or even wanna know, why you chose my form to be the guide of this messed up world."

"Messed up…world? The fuck are you talking about? Stop talking in riddles."

"I'm not. Just take a look around."

Golden eyes peered around, widening in a mixture of shock and horror at what they witnessed. Five different paths colored the grassy floor, each one a different shade with a sign next to them in their respective colors. Trees were littered here and there, ranging from one lone tree to a bunch of seven at maximum. Purple monkeys swung from the branches, screeching and eating…pink bananas?! What the hell?! A large pond laid next to a particularly large tree. He could see fishes (normal colored ones much to his relief) harmlessly swimming around. Chickens, yes, chickens, flew across the clear blue sky, nodding their head at his presence before disappearing beyond the horizon. To the east, there was a mountain made entirely out of cup ramen, from base to summit. As he turned back around, two swords walked by them, conversing and having a debate over what made a better sword. A bear holding a pot of honey crossed his path as well, wearing the baseball cap he had always been forced to wear whenever he had visited the modern era—however long ago that had last been. The bear stopped a little ways from him and dipped a paw into the pot of honey.

"Wh-Wh-…What the hell is all of this?"

Miroku, who had been talking with a six-tailed fox, responded easily, "How do you expect me to know, Inuyasha? After all, this is your mind. You subconsciously created all these things, not me."

The fox tilted its head to the side before running off.

Still unable to get over his initial shock, hell he was too stunned to even continue examining the rest of this strange world, Inuyasha stuttered out, "Are we – Are we the only two…sane people here or something?"

"We're the only two people here who are actually people, human, if that's what you're asking. Everyone else is an animal or an inanimate object," informed the perverted monk in an as a matter of fact tone. After a second of thought, he added, "That can talk."

His mouth formed the shape of an 'o'.

"………WHAT THE HELL?! So you're saying that this screwed up world is normal?!?"

"Yep."

Trying to take all of this in, Inuyasha gawked at the world, dumbfounded. "So…why the hell am I here?"

"You're doing some soul searching, Inuyasha — well at least something close to that. Now let me explain how this works, seeing as to how I'm your guide and all. Now listen to me carefully. As you can clearly see, there are five different colored paths. Red, blue, orange, yellow, and black. Each path will show you a possible future awaiting you should that be the road you choose."

"Stop preaching and talking in those damn riddles and just be up front. I don't get a word you're saying," complained Inuyasha, folding his arms behind his head.

Miroku tried to hold back his annoyance but could not help let a fist slid. Smiling pleasantly while the hanyou rubbed his head, glaring, the monk continued, "Fine. Let me make say this in simpler terms so even someone like you can understand. There are five paths. Each one a different color. Understand up to there?"

He shot the other a dirty look.

"Alright, I'm taking that as a yes and moving on. Now, each path will show you a glimpse into a possible future that you will come upon. And since there are five colored roads, there are how many possible futures that you'll be seeing?" He paused and clapped his hands, grinning, "Why yes! The correct answer is five! You'll be seeing five!"

"……Miroku, I swear. If you don't stop talking to me like I'm fucking five, I will punch your face in and make sure that you'll never be able to speak for the rest of your miserable life."

"Right."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Inuyasha eventually came to the conclusion, "So basically, I have to go down each of these retarded colored paths and take a peek at what could happen to me in the future?"

"That would be correct! And you win…absolutely nothing!" cheered the monk, clapping.

Inuyasha heaved an annoyed sigh and grumbled, "Some guide you are. Let's hurry up and get this over with then."

"Pick your path and we'll be on our way."

Golden eyes stared at each pathway, contemplating which road to take. Two seconds later, he threw his arms up in frustration and yelled out, aggravated, "Argh! Whatever! Let's go with orange!"

"Orange it is," confirmed Miroku, before pushing Inuyasha in the back with his staff down the orange path. Taking about fifteen steps forward, he turned back to ask a question when the monk smiled and jabbed him in the back once more, causing the hanyou to fall down a steep, dark cliff.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!"

"Have a nice trip! I'll be there in a minute!"

"MIROKUUU I'M GOING TO KILL YOOOOUUUUUU!!!"

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A/N:Not really my best…actually, not even anywhere close to being my best. And even after rewriting this three different times. :sigh: I had three different drafts, each going in a different way and in the end, I chose this one. Gah this one is pretty close to my crap pile though haha… Ahem, anyways, I'll beat myself up over this chapter later. Oh, and yes, for anyone who thinks I'm brushing off the jealousy thing from last chapter, I'm not xP There is a purpose and method to my insanity XD

Many thanks to everyone who reviewed, hitsugayasugar, ItaKagome, misydidi, Silvermane1, midnightsweet, SoSickOfNyQuil, Candicehrt, animelover6000, and Angel-eyes56! Thank yooh all very much!!. :dances around:

Alright, because I feel like this chapter was a HUGE let down and disappointment and it took me three and a half weeks to get this chapter out (gah deprived of inspiration at the moment ToT), here is a semi-better omake to make up for it! Please accept my apology omake! xD

Warning:Fluctuating OOCness (because that's just one of the beauties of an omake! XD), mix of modern time and past time items, language, insanity, cruel humor, sexual innuendo

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Omake

Little Red Riding Hood

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Inuyasha was bored.

Oh so very bored. So bored, as a matter of fact, that he actually decided to go into one room which he hadn't even touched the handle of the door to. The library.

Wandering in the knowledge-filled room, he wrinkled his nose at the stench of paper. The hanyou sauntered over to one of the bookcases, filled from top to bottom with books, all neatly placed in alphabetical order.

"Maybe I can find some kinda book in here to read to Ichiro and Daichi later tonight…" he muttered, sneezing as a cloud of dust filled his nose as he pulled a book off one of the many shelves. The History of Warfare in the Northern Lands. Oh yes…joy. This would put them to sleep within a second. He continued down the row, pulling out several books at random intervals.

Unsatisfied with each title, his fingers finally curled around a thin spine, drawing out the book. He examined the cover; Little Red Riding Hood.

"Hm…well, this one sounds somewhat decent. Better than all the other crap I picked out."

Inuyasha headed over to a nearby couch, flopping down and opening the cover. He turned the page, golden eyes deftly reading through the first few lines.

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Once upon a time, there was a boy—yes, a boy, a hanyou actually—who went by the name of Inuyasha. However, because of the silly little red hood he would wear, he was frequently referred to as 'Red' until the nickname stuck for good.

Besides the red hood however, nothing else actually really pertained to the color. Well, except for that ridiculous outfit of his which was a bright red. Maybe that's where his name had actually originated from. Either way, his long silvery hair went well with the vivid golden hues that his eyes were. Two furry white doggy ears sat perched on his head, twitching every now and than at the sounds around him.

Now, Inuyasha, because he absolutely hates being referred to as 'Red', frequented his grandmother for visits, a fox youkai named Yasushi.

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Inuyasha paused, one eye twitching at the mention of his name. Hell, the picture even looked like him! And the description! They even mentioned Yasushi as his grandmother! Just what was this book up to?

Glaring at the book, he continued, finding it hard to tear himself away from the offending story.

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While Yasushi was clearly male, he preferred being called 'grandma' and thus, Inuyasha was left with no choice but to obey seeing as to how the youkai was older than him. He did know a little something about respecting his elders.

The path to his grandma's house was rather simple—a dirt path which followed into through the deep, dark woods. Inuyasha was never frightened however. He always charged straight in, determined to get over with the woods. But, that did not mean that he wasn't paranoid. Being a hanyou meant having to deal with vilification from just about everyone. He couldn't let that stop him from visiting his grandma though. Thus, he braved the woods.

And today was no different.

Once again, Inuyasha was off to visit his Grandma Yasushi. As he walked through the path, listening carefully for any lurking youkai, he nearly tripped on a stone pebble upon seeing a fork in the road that most certainly wasn't there a few days ago.

"What's this fork in the road doing here?" he voiced out quietly to no one in particular.

"The humans built it yesterday. They wanted a new pathway; one that would not lead them to certain death at the hands of youkai."

Startled at the sudden voice, Inuyasha looked upwards to find an inu youkai of obvious noble statuses sitting in a tree. The two shared the same silver locks and gold eyes; however, the newcomer was in much better shape. His hair was a sheen of pure silver silk while his eyes burned brightly like golden embers caught in the light of a setting sun. He had a pale complexion with a blue crescent moon tattooed onto his forehead along with two magenta strips alongside his cheeks. His name? Sesshomaru.

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"S-S-S-S-Sesshomaru?! That's Sesshomaru?! What the hell's he doing in here!? No, actually…just what the hell!" he gawked.

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Inuyasha stood in awe at the newcomer's beauty, mesmerized entirely. Snapping himself out of his own stupor, he asked, stumbling, "Wh-Wh-Who are you?" (Because, he didn't know the name of the handsome youkai, of course.)

"There is no need for you to know."

The blunt answer threw him off guard. The hanyou narrowed his eyes, thinking that beauty was not everything. This jerk thought he was too good to even tell him his name! Well, he no longer wanted to know! HA! What did he say to THAT!

"Yeah, well you can kiss my ass then. You stupid bastard," he declared loudly before continuing on his path, going the wrong way.

The regal inu youkai arched an eyebrow as he answered back, making sure to speak louder so that the hanyou could catch his words, "In due time."

He blushed and hurried away, fuming.

Harrumphing, Inuyasha spoke with himself. "Who the hell does he think he is?! What a bastard! He ain't all that great. Just what the hell does he think I would have done? Run around screaming his name like some kind of an idiot? And what was with that weird, 'in due time' reply?! Humph!"

After a few more minutes of pointless rambling, two stubbed toes later, five stones tripping him, and three more steps, Inuyasha slowed down until coming to a complete stop. "…I'm going the wrong way," he blinked. A few more seconds… Five… Four… Three… Two…

"DAMN!"

Twenty Minutes Later…

Panting, the hanyou had managed to make it back to the fork in the forest. Unfortunately, he heard a voice calling out, "It sure did take you a while to realize your mistake."

"Wha?" he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow. "What are you still doing here?"

"That is none of your concern."

He straightened himself up and glared at the offending youkai. "Stop thinking so high and mighty of yourself. You're just full of it!" he challenged, pointing out the fault.

"You're going to be late," stated Sesshomaru, monotone.

"What are you—OH CRAP! Grandma Yasushi's gonna kill me!!" Inuyasha remembered. And with that, he ran off to finish his trip to his grandmother's house, fearing what he would do to him should he be late.

Within five minutes, he burst in through the front door, wildly gasping for air. His lungs burned as he gulped in large quantities of the precious oxygen he was starved for.

"Gra – huff – nd – pant – ma! I'm – huff – here!!" he called out, nearly withering on the spot right there. His loud announcement was met with silence.

"Grandma Yasushi?" repeated Inuyasha once more, after catching his breath and sucking in sufficient air to satisfy his lungs.

Quiet.

Frowning at the sight of white, he tore off the note taped onto the wall.

Out. Be back…sometime later.

You better not raid the kitchen while I'm gone!! Or make a mess in my house! You make even a single mess, spill even a single drop ofanything, just know that you'll be cleaning my house, from top to bottom, inside out, with nothing but a toothbrush for the next two weeks!! Got that?!

Lots of Love,

Grandma Yasushi

P.S. Have fuuuunnnn

"OUT!? You mean I ran all the way here for nothing?!" groaned the hanyou, slapping his forehead and dragging the hand down. "And what the hell is up with that weird 'have fuuuuunnnnnn' at the end? It sounds creepy… That's so cruel, Grandma Yasushi… I bet he did it on purpose!!"

"You could call it intentional."

Inuyasha whirled around and grumbled upon seeing who the uninvited guest was. That 'I'm-so-much-better-than-you-and-don't-need-to-tell-you-shit' guy was here again!

"Why are you here?" he stressed, wanting to pull out his hair from his scalp and scream in frustration.

The taller youkai ignored him and instead sighed, "I do not want to be here anymore than you want me to be." He then proceeded to saunter over to the bed, sitting down on the soft covers.

"………Okay, then why the hell are you here?"

"I was informed that there would be," he raised a slightly crumpled piece of paper up and read, "a 'cute, little snack for me to devour'."

Blinking, the hanyou repeated slowly, "…A cute…little…snack?"

Perplexed golden eyes met with annoyed hues.

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Grandma Yasushi skipped up to his front door, ready to open the door when he heard sounds coming from behind the wooden barrier. Weird sounds.

"Ah…I-I don't think that this is such a good idea anymore…"

His hand froze, mid-air. Was that…Inuyasha's voice he heard?

"What are you worried for?"

Ha, and funnily, that strange voice that just spoke sounded a hell of a lot like Sesshomaru's voice. He must be hearing things. There was some unintelligible garble. The words were blocked by an unidentifiable sound.

"Fuck no! That's WAAAAAAY TOO BIG!!!" An inaudible reply came before Inuyasha whined, "There's no way that it'll fiiittt!!"

"It will fit just fine."

A loud crash came from the other side of the door along with a muffled cry. Several curses filled the air. Yep, definitely just hearing things. Hearing things. Hearingthings.Hearingthings dammit!

Following the muffled cry was a moan. A loud, drawn out moan. Words quickly followed and the fox was able to distinguish the speaker as Inuyasha, "AH FUCK it hurts! OH GOD!"

"Don't move so much!" came the harsh, commanding voice of Sesshomaru.

Yasushi shut his eyes in thought. Maybe he was just misinterpreting the words. Yes, that was it. He was misinterpreting the words and sounds. There was no way tha—"I'll stop if you want me to."

"No…" grit out the hanyou, trying to control his raging breath, "Keep going. I'm…fine. It doesn't hurt that much… And besides…Ireally want it…"

"This is obviously more than you can handle," he pointed out, the frown marring his face evident in his voice.

"Really, I'm fine…Just keep going…"

Silence took over the house and the fox youkai put his ear next to the door's cold surface, trying to discern what was happening. Was it over? Did they stop?

Another moan pierced through the still air, this one louder and longer than the first. He heard shuffling noises along with the clattering clamor of what sounded like metal hitting me…tal… Oh god, they were in his kitchen!?!? "There—Right there!! RIGHT THERE!!!"

Grandma Yasushi put a hand to his chest, clutching at his heart. They were defiling his kitchen!!!! His kitchen!!!

Inuyasha panted, "So…close!! Shit! Just a little bit – more!!"

The fox forced his legs to move. He had to stop them. He had to intervene! Before they murdered his kitchen!!!

"Oooohhhh…" Too busy with worrying over the defloration of his kitchen was Yasushi that he didn't register the words being murmured from the other side of the door.

Wild ragged breaths could be heard. "I – I don't think I can hold on much – Oh GOD – longer!! Hurryyyy!! I can't – FUCK!"

Yasushi missed the rest, for which he didn't know whether he should be thankful or alarmed.

"I'm almost…" The rest of the sentence was lost to another loud rattling sound, eaten by the loud clank of – what Yasushi was guessing – was a barrage of metal pots and pans falling over onto the tiled floor. However, a loud grunt made it out alive to reach his delicate ears.

"Ahhhh!!!"

And right then and there, Grandma Yasushi burst through the front door, screaming, "STOP!! STOP, STOP, STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!!"

Heaving heavily, he blinked at the sight before him.

"You… You two…"

And promptly passed out onto the floor, his heart being unable to take the shock.

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"Is he okay?" questioned Inuyasha, frowning. He sat at Grandma Yasushi's bedside, worried sick despite trying to pretend otherwise.

Sesshomaru folded his arms, answering coolly, "He'll be fine. He's just exaggerating – as usual."

As if on cue, watery lavender irises appeared from beneath heavy eyelids. Holding his head, Yasushi inquired, "What…happened?"

"You blacked out," stated the older inu youkai.

It all came back to him. Well, most of it at least. "Oh yeah…that's right… I came home and heard you two… Wait a minute…" The fox jumped out of the bed, stabbing his finger in their general direction, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU DOING?!"

The hanyou blinked, confused. "What're you talking about?"

"I heard – noises – kitchen – BOOM sounds – lots and lots of sounds – moans! – yelling…" spluttered Grandma Yasushi, trying to collect himself.

"Ohthat…"

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Inuyasha stared at the cookie, biting his lower lip as his eyes widened in desire.

"Ah…I-I don't think that this is such a good idea anymore…" he spoke uncertainly, mesmerized by the cookie's beauty.

Sesshomaru snorted, "What are you worried for?"

He easily took the cookie out from the oven and placed it down on the table, dousing the fire heating the oven above. While extinguishing the fire, he remarked, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"Fuck no! That's WAAAAAAY TOO BIG!!!" exclaimed the hanyou, shaking his head. The cookie was at least twice the size of his head.

The older youkai resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he put away the bucket, done dousing the fire. Watching Inuyasha weigh his options and be indecisive, he suggested effortlessly, "Just cram it into your mouth."

That comment instantly brought upon whining, "There's no way that it'll fiiittt!!"

"It will fit just fine."

Inuyasha thought for a few seconds before shrugging and reaching for the cookie. It wouldn't hurt to try…right? Unfortunately, he stretched his bare hands towards the burning hot cookie. He ended up with burnt fingers and a particularly nasty cut along his index finger – courtesy of the knife his finger accidentally hit when it jerked away from the scorching hot sweet.

The combined injuries of the deep gash along with the scalded fingers intensified his pain. He moaned at the throbbing pain, "AH FUCK it hurts! OH GOD!"

Sesshomaru commanded, before going to grab some bandages, "Don't move so much!"

He tried to stop swinging around his wounded hand, considering that he was flinging tiny droplets of crimson all over the place, as the inu youkai began tightly wrapping the bleeding gash. Seeing the hanyou wince, he said, "I'll stop if you want me to."

Inuyasha understood that he was largely referring to their bet and shook his head.

"No…" grit out the hanyou, trying to keep himself from yelling, "Keep going. I'm…fine. It doesn't hurt that much… And besides…Ireally want it…"

"This is obviously more than you can handle," he pointed out, lips curving downward into a tiny hint of a frown. He tied the bindings and walked a little ways to put away the bandages.

"Really, I'm fine…Just keep going… Gotta keep going."

The younger youkai huffed, wondering just how he could win this bet. Eyes flickering about the kitchen, they landed upon a pair of pots, filled with an unidentifiable boiling white gunk, innocently sitting on the counter. Maybe if he could cause a distraction, he could still win…

Feigning pain, he moaned again, making sure to make it much more dramatic than the first one. Sesshomaru headed back almost immediately at the sound and at that moment, the hanyou pushed the pots onto the floor, right at his feet.

"Cockroach!"

"What are you—"

"It's over there!! Right there!! RIGHT THERE!!!" he screamed, pointing at the floor and clutching his injured hand. The youkai raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes as he bent down to pick up the mess and search for the offending bug. Inuyasha used this chance to shove half of the now-warm cookie off to the other side, behind the table's chairs and next to the wall.

With half gone, he shoveled the nearly all of the remaining half into his mouth, hastily chewing it. In an attempt to look as though he had been working on the huge cookie all along, he even added, for good measure, "So…close!! Shit! Just a little bit – more!!"

Sadly, Inuyasha hadn't accounted on the cookie being sweet. So sweet, as a matter of fact, that he found himself unable to swallow even the first bite. He tried to breath, unable to take the disgusting sweetness spreading like a wildfire on his palate. After a few more chews, his stomach rumbled in protestation when he finally forced himself to swallow the sugary mass.

"Oooohhhh…I'm gonna throw up…"

Sesshomaru poked his head up, eyebrows knit together. "What?"

"I said that I'm gonna hurl…"

"At least do it in a bucket," he remarked, searching for one for the hanyou to heave the frosted sugar cookie from hell into.

Inuyasha began panicking as he felt it coming back up. And fast. "I – I don't think I can hold on much – Oh GOD – longer!! Hurryyyy!! I can't – FUCK!"

"I'm almost there," relayed the inu, knocking down various pots and pans out of his way, bucket in hand. He nearly tripped to throw the stupid metal container at the hanyou's feet. And just in time. Sesshomaru grunted at the unpleasant sight of Inuyasha emptying his stomach and turned away.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sound of the front door being slammed into rang out through the house, along with the, "STOP!! STOP, STOP, STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!!"

Sesshomaru turned to gaze at the newcomer as did the hanyou for a split second before grabbing the bucket once more, heaving to his heart's (and stomach's) content.

"You… You two…"

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"And then you blacked out and here we are," recapped Inuyasha, scratching his head. "But man, that cookie… I really though I was going to die there for a few minutes."

Sesshomaru only shook his head at the stupidity for the hanyou.

The fox frowned, brows furrowed together as he tried to process all that he had been told. "So…you didn't have sex in my kitchen…you ate my precious frosted sugar cookie…terrorized my kitchen and left it in a state of ruins…all over a bet??"

The younger inu nodded.

Grandma Yasushi smiled, very slowly. "And what was this bet?"

A dark blush flushed the hanyou's face as he turned away, coughing. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes. There was no way in hell that he would answer for him.

"To…Well… That if I could eat that cookie within a certain time limit… we'd uh…well…you know," Inuyasha explained, embarrassed.

"No, I don't know. That's why I'm asking you, Inuyasha."

The hanyou beckoned for his grandmother to come closer and whispered the answer into his ear, "He promised to…" Hearing the details of the bet, Grandma Yasushi's face paled with each word until he passed out once more.

And thus, Inuyasha turned to Sesshomaru who shrugged. Upon seeing the meaningful gleam in his eyes, the older youkai sighed but set off to fulfill his side of the bargain. The two headed off into the spare bedroom…

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Golden eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he continued reading. "WHAT THE HELL!? Isn't this supposed to be a CHILDREN'S book?!" he yelled, horrified at what he was reading.

"What the fuck is wrong with this book?! I can't read something like this to Ichiro and Daichi!! That'd be scarring them permanently for the rest of their lives!!"

Slamming the book shut, he saw more choice words written under the large print title: Little Red Riding Hood – A Cruel Fairytale Meant Only For Adults.

Inuyasha vaguely wondered why Sesshomaru would have such a book in his library. Tapping the cover it with a clawed finger, he contemplated his choices for a few minutes before exiting the library.

Book in hand.

After all, he hadn't exactly finished reading it, had he? Heh.

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A/N:Muahahhaa! As I was writing this, I realized that the omake was much longer than the actual chapter XDD Thus, I decided to stop it there.

To be continued…