INU: The Pull

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Title: The Pull 

Fandom: Inuyasha
Verse: My Inu/Ban AU

Pairing/Characters: Inuyasha/Bankotsu, Kouga/Miroku,  Sesshoumaru

Genre: Romance/drama and a smattering of naughty - AU

Words: 1,589

Rating: R to be safe

Summary: Something comes over Inuyasha a few times every year and Bankotsu want's to know what and why.  

A/N: Written for iy_no_kakera 

I am not surprised to find him out here.

Sitting in the light of the full moon looking like the perfection he is. Silver hair gleaming in the moonlight, golden eyes glowing in the darkness he is ready for whatever that beckons him so incessantly.  It only happens a few times a year but when it does, it seems to affect Kouga as well. The moment the wolf demon touches down beside him they both disappear faster than my eyes can track.

The year could be 1611 or 2011 it doesn’t matter, a demon is just that, a demon and when the wild calls strongly they answer. I’m sure there is some importance to this ritual because each time before it happens everything that is between us intensifies to a level where I feel I may drown in his presence and what he feels for me but it would be a most euphoric demise so that’s fine by me. Each time he disappears for the better part of a week and when he returns it’s as if nothing has happened yet he is exhausted and contented in a way I can’t describe. 

I don't think he will ever tell me exactly what this is because anytime I ask he kisses me and says its age old demon stuff I need not worry about. But how can I not worry? Especially when he seems to be driven to do this by some outside force even stronger than he is… that alone is a scary thought.

There’s not a lot, even in this day and age, that fits that description.

I may be able to get the information out of Miroku if he knows. I risk texting him on the off chance he is sleeping but I have a feeling despite it being the wee hours of the morning he is just as awake as I am.

His reply is almost instant and I’m calling his number before the tone even dies down. Less than half an hour later we are seated at my breakfast nook debating on disturbing Sesshoumaru.

“I don’t think he has to sleep even when he chooses to,” Miroku muses as his fingers drummed on the counter, “I believe it’s something he’s done to better fit in with humanity and the time.”

“Still yet do you want to be the one to wake him if he is?”

Miroku’s look grows impish as he smirks at me and says, “I don’t think you’d have to worry about upsetting him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“No more or no less than what I said. I am fairly certain you’d have nothing to worry about. Care to test the theory?”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“I shall gladly take any punishment your brother-in-law wants to dish out.”

Sighing I pick up my phone and right before I highlight Sesshoumaru’s name I shoot Mir a nervous glance and he reassures me with an indifferent look and a dismissive flip of the hand that all will be well. One deep breath and a short text message later I’m headed toward the fridge and asking Miroku if he wants anything to drink.  

No sooner than I pull two bottles of ice water out do I hear, “Might I suggest wine instead, this may be a trying conversation.”

His sudden soundless appearance startles me so badly I nearly hurt myself and I know I heard Miroku drop something.

“Sesshoumaru?” I ask into the darkness beyond the kitchen.

“Who else would it be,” he asks as he glides out of the shadows, “or was I wrong in assuming I was the only one you summoned at this hour?”

“You… you didn’t have to make the trip over here you could have called.”

“It is of no consequence or I would not have come,” was his reply and for whatever reason this has Miroku grinning from ear to ear.

“Since you were nice enough to come we won’t waste your time,” I say as I watch Miroku grab a bottle of Sesshoumaru’s favorite wine out of the chiller. “What is this odd ritual they seem to do a few times a year?”

“It is something every demon goes through.”

“But we have never noticed you doing it,” Miroku asks voicing the very observation on the tip of my tongue.

“Let me rephrase that, it is something every mated demon goes through.”

“So it is our doing?” I ask as I take a seat across from Sesshoumaru and beside Miroku.

“Yes, in a sense it is. I know it is easy to forget but at our core we are animals, therefore driven by our instincts at times. This is one of those times.”

“Can you give us a bit more detail?” Miroku asks moments before I would have done the same.

“I am sure you both notice a marked changed in their… romantic endeavors before this happens.”

We both nod. Miroku is cool as a cucumber but I’m sure my entire face is crimson. When I look up at Sesshoumaru he’s staring at me so intently I think the rest of my body flushes as well.

“If the two of you were demons that behavior would continue and increase to what humans would consider a violent point then disappear as quickly as it set in.”

Stunned I look over at Miroku and he looks back at me. I notice that he doesn’t look anywhere near as calm as he did before.

“But why would instinct drive them to do such a thing?”

“For one, it is most enjoyable and two, the true drive behind this is procreation. If the two of you were female this would go on until your were carrying young which is why when that is not an option it is done until the hormone driving the event is exhausted.

Something that could take days, a week or more, it varies from demon to demon and species to species.”

Flabbergasted we look at Sesshoumaru with our mouths hung open. I have no clue what to say so I don’t bother attempting speech.

“But why do they leave?” Miroku asks.

“Did you not hear me? It is not likely that your human bodies could withstand that level of activity continuously or for that duration of time. They leave for your safety,” he eyes us both closely and the faintest of smirks cause the corners of his mouth to turn upward. “From the looks of the bruise on your neck and the one around his wrist I believe they cut things a little close this year.”

Oh yeah we were both scarlet from head to toe and swallowing past newly formed lumps in our throats. I’m sure if I’m remembering the events that brought about the bruise on my wrist and several other places as well, Miroku’s doing the same.

“Uh well what do they do?”

“They run.”

“They what?” we ask in unison.

“To get rid of the pent up energy and the frustration they run. They may hunt some as well for the thrill but for the most part they run.”

“Why would they keep this from us? Why not simply tell us?”

“I am no professor of human emotion but I would guess it is to avoid the pouting faces I am looking at now and the sense of guilt I can feel from both of you now that you know.”

I wouldn’t voice it but he was right. I’m feeling guilty that there was something Inuyasha was going through that I was causing yet couldn’t help him with. I’m sure Miroku is feeling the same way.

“Why did you tell us?” I ask.

“Because you asked and to be honest the level of worry you experience during these times is… unpleasant to me.”

“Sorry, I forget how sensitive demons are to emotions.”

“Do not dwell on it, it is fine.”

Miroku narrows his eyes at Sesshoumaru before focusing on me and since Sesshoumaru was already staring at me I feel ready to crawl out my own skin.  

“I hope they don’t give you problems for telling us. Because there’s no way we can hide it, their senses are too keen,” Miroku sighed out.

I can feel my eyes go wide. I was so wrapped in my curiosity and concern I hadn’t thought of that. Inuyasha may well be livid.

When I turn a worried face toward Sesshoumaru he stands with that fluid grace of his and says, “It is nothing I cannot handle if it comes to pass.”

As he moves toward the door I start to protest again only to have him turn around and say, “If I said there is nothing to worry about Bankotsu-kun, then there is no worry. Is that clear?”

I find myself nodding like a moron and in an instant he’s gone.

Standing at the open door I stare up at the full moon for a few moments before shutting it and turning around leaving me eye to eye with stunned amethyst.

“What?”

“Uh nothing I guess,” Miroku says as he stands to leave as well. “I suppose I need to get home.”

“You can just crash here if you want Mir it’s almost three in the morning.”

“Thanks, but to be honest I think I want to drive around for a bit and clear my head.”

“I don’t blame you. I’m more than a little out of sorts myself.”

Miroku chuckled as he stepped over the threshold, “I bet you are Bankotsu-kun, I bet you are.”