Vanity: Alright, so this isn't our usual adventure, however, no one in the Bleach cast would have fit so very well into these roles. Inuyasha and Sesshomaru are the perfect pair for this little fic. And, yes, I am well aware that this is basically incest, but you have to know that this shit happens in real life too (as in familial abuse of all kinds). We do not condone what we write. Please do not treat others as we treat our characters. This is purely fiction and will be read as such. That means that this work of fiction is for mature audiences only (as in, only those that can read this like an adult).

Greed: Couldn't 'ave said it better myself. However, let me explain one thing. Inuyasha will be very skittish around Sesshomaru but will lash out and be tough when not around the gorgeous, arrogant, prick. We're using the abuse suffered from his brother as a substitute for the abuse he suffered as a Hanyou in the manga. Also, they are all human here. So, enough and review, we do not own, and blah blah blah.

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Prologue… Death and Family

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I stood there in the police station, waiting for my older half-brother to come and pick me up.

Mother had just committed suicide because of Father's death. I was in tears, and no one at the police station was really equipped to handle something like me. There weren't many suicides in such a small town.

It had been three days since Mother had pulled the trigger. No note. No notice of much depression. No warning of what she was about to do. No goodbye to her 9 year old son. Was I really so unwanted that she had to resort to such a thing? I thought the woman had loved me, cherished me. Apparently that had all been an act. A façade so that I would be hurt all the more by her death.

Brother was supposed to arrive today and take me away. I had only seen him once before, however. He was 15 years older than me and had a different mother. I had no idea how he would react to me, his young, half-brother. I was too small for my age, with long black, tangled hair, and gross yellow eyes. The only time I had seen Sesshomaru I had thought he was the prettiest thing I had ever seen. He had never even looked at me, as if I didn't exist. Maybe he would try to get rid of me the very first chance he got. I knew about foster homes and stuff like that. I may have been small and funny looking, but I wasn't stupid.

It was another hour before Brother showed himself. The man was so tall, his hair fell in perfect strands down his back, so blond it was almost silver. And his eyes, they weren't the same murky yellow as my own. No, they shone with intelligence and like pure amber. His shoulders were straight and he didn't even glance at me when he entered the small police station. Brother simply went to the person in charge and cleared everything up. Soon we were headed out the door, my slender wrist gripped tightly in his larger hand. It hurt, but I didn't say anything.

I didn't dare speak to this god-like being.

That night consisted of a plane ride to New York and very little talk.

Life would never be as carefree as it had used to be.

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Vanity: Ah, short, sweet, and to the point. That's what a prologue should be.

Greed: Don't worry, the next chapter will be up in a jiffy. We've worked out a new system so that we know we'll update faster than what we did on our previous stories.

Vanity: So, tell us what you think and we may just update early! Enjoy!