Title: A Collection of Drabbleshots
Author: Demitria Miriam
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and make no money off this piece of fan created fiction. All rights reserved to Rumiko Takahashi, VIZ Media, Sunrise, etc. I only own the writing.
Notes: These drabbles/ one-shots range from G to M. Though so far, most are kid fics or "family moments" related but do not follow each other in any way unless stated.

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Rating: T
Chapter Summary: Armor can only protect so much. One of the sibling's realizes this, vowing to be more mindful next time. Prompt: Armor. Characters: Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru.

Preservation

Inuyasha fell to a knee, taking a quick breath as he surveyed the battlefield before him with an angry glare.

Fucking cat demons! The furry little shits had been following them ever since the last town they'd passed thought, and that had been well over thirty miles away! They'd bided their time until his brother and he had walked into a deep ravine where they'd then been ambushed.

"Inuyasha," a voice called, pulling the hanyou out of his thoughts.

Inuyasha growled as he angled his sword to block the blow coming from above. He'd miscalculated, however, and the cat youkai thrust its spear into his chest. The hanyou was winded for only a few moments before he regained his footing and swung his sword once, cutting the opponent clean in half.

Grunting, Inuyasha rubbed the dull ache where the demon had tried impaling him but failed thanks to his ensemble, leaving the spear bent and broken upon the ground. He turned to see how his brother fared, snorting when he saw Sesshoumaru wiping his blade off on the clothes of a dead mongrel before sheathing it and walking over to him.

The demon paused in front of him, eyebrows furrowing as he drew one of his claws along the hanyou's cheek, wiping away dry mud. "Are you hurt?"

Inuyasha blushed, pushing the hand away. "No, m'fine."

The youkai merely stared at him as his eyes flicked downward.

"...What?" the half-demon asked curiously, cocking his head as he continued waiting for an answer.

Sesshoumaru's hand ran along Inuyasha's clothed chest as he spoke. "Had you not been wearing the Robe of the Fire-Rat you would now be gravely injured, hanyou." While his voice was low, the tone itself spoke of his hidden reprimand to be more careful in the future, armored robe or not.

The half-demon snorted, all bravado returning to his stance as he began walking down the path they had originally intended on following. "You worry too much, old man. I can take care of myself fine."

"Indeed," the elder replied as he followed. Sesshoumaru chose to remain silent even though his thoughts jarred him.

Had Inuyasha not been wearing the Fire-Rat armor that our father passed down to him, that spear the cat youkai had thrown at him would have pierced his heart, killing him instantly.

The demon shook his head of the close encounter, vowing silently that he'd never let such a close call occur again.

The end.