Oh the stars were so pretty tonight.

Inuyasha sighed. I wish so badly that Sesshomaru were here to see this. It's so…calming, the thing we need most. The hanyou's eyes traveled once again upward to the purple, gray, and midnight blue sky. The scenery around him at this moment really was the most extravagant thing he'd seen in a while, besides his mate anyway.

A sad smile crept it's way onto Inuyasha's tan features. It was hopeless. He could never get rid of this feeling of loss inside his soul. His whole heart ached at the thought of the recent obstacles that stood in his way.

Their ikkou had died long ago. He had stayed at the Western Lands with his beloved because at the moment it was more important than his friends. Sesshomaru had been sick with a deadly illness and needed taking care of. Inuyasha didn't hold enough trust in anyone else to let them do it so; inevitably, he had to stay by his side. And in the meantime, their troupe had crumbled to ruins. Kagome was back in her own time, and everyone else had disappeared into this era.

Everything was gone. Time had taken so many things from his life. All that remained was his love and admiration for his brother. Suddenly, with his acute hearing, Inuyasha's ears picked up the sound of the Grand Entrance doors opening, high winds flooding in the castle. Quick as lightening, Inuyasha sped out of the bedroom, away from the window he had idly been looking out of, and down the steps.

And there stood his lover, Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru glanced at him questioningly, still looking a bit pale from sickness and a bit weaker than before. He must have been wondering why he came down so fast to see him. Inuyasha thought the youkai would get it by now, though.

Inuyasha ran to his sibling and squeezed him into a hug, their bodies colliding soundlessly. Something felt odd between them, though. There was something bumpy in Sesshomaru's haori. Inuyasha pulled away from the other, looking down at the lump speculatively.

Sesshomaru frowned and reached into his shirt to gently take out a flower. Not just any flower. Inuyasha thought hopefully, his heart lifting joyously. This beat out all the gloom that hung in his head before like fog. This flower was a rose, above all things. Some of the red petals were beginning to fall off from the center because of it being crushed between them in the embrace and it seemed a bit dead in some parts, but it still managed to be gorgeous looking somehow in his eyes.

Inuyasha took it as Sesshomaru extended his arm to give it to him, being careful to place his fingers gracefully around the thorns. He smiled a ghost of a real smile and looked at Sesshomaru. "Why?"

The demon lord turned away, he seemed so upset. "I'm sorry it died along the way." He whispered, not really answering the question asked of him. That was all he said before he gave him one more gaze and then turned to walk away. Inuyasha's blood drained from his face.

Because a rose was the symbol for love.

-PL

OK...this was just a random one because I'm not really feeling any inspiration for Every Great Romance just yet. I thought it would come along easy, but I guess not...I don't wanna force out a bad chapter either so I guess we'll all have to wait. Sorry!