So, after such a long break, here's my first long story! Okay, let's cut to the chase. First off I want to mention as I always do that my characters are out of character. I say my because though I do not own them, they're nothing like the real ones! I'll still put a disclaimer, just give me a moment. I also want to say that this story mentions homosexuality...if that's going to be a problem, you might want to stop right here (and no, there's no mature audience scenes here...I don't think I have what it takes to write something like that!). And lastly, I want those who do decide to read this to enjoy the story! As usual, read it, like it, love it!

Disclaimer (See, told you I'd put one!): I do not own none of the characters no matter how out of character they are. I know most of us wish we could own one, for me it'd of course be Sesshomaru...with him chained in my basement with his shirt off...but—oh, y'all didn't read that!

Starving for Control

(which I'll admit that I got from a Chicken Soup for the Soul story.

Sorry ma'am, but it made good for a chapter title!)

Sesshomaru sat in his room, trying to write a haiku that accurately described his feelings for Inuyasha. This was what he came up with:

Hate flowing through me

Itching to rip out your heart

If Dad would let me...

He sighed at the last line. Yes, their father had been rather protective of them as of late. He didn't quite understand it, but chalked it up to pre-empty nest syndrome, where a parent experiences extreme loneliness without their children. In their father's case, he was trying to hold on to them before they left the "nest" so to speak, since Sesshomaru should've been left home, Inuyasha not far behind him. But then again, why leave? He's the next heir, he'd just have to come back once his father kicked the bucket.

He gave another sigh and put down his calligraphy brush which he'd used to write with. His stomach gave a sudden grumble and he looked down at it with alarm. Please just be gas, he thought. Currently, they were in the middle of a demon holiday (?!) which required fasting...something akin to Easter, perhaps. Sesshomaru hadn't eaten for a month and since demons can last longer than humans without food, he was expected to go three months without food of any kind! He could have one cup (one measuring cup) of water in the mornings and nights, but that was it. His stomach gave another growl. He grabbed his sides and moaned quietly. Fuck a sun god, or whatever the hell we're supposed to be worshiping. I'm hungry.

He left his room and crept down the stairs. His father thought he was studying ancient runes at the moment, as if! He took a back entrance to the kitchen and silently pushed the swinging door open, making sure not to make a sound of any kind lest his father's sensitive ears pick it up. What he saw inside shocked him beyond measure. The normally dignified Inutaisho was hunched over, shoving a freshly done layered biscuit in his mouth, juices running down his chin and an expression of pure pleasure on his face. Sesshomaru let out a gasp and his father turned around with wide, almost frightened eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly turned back around, grabbed the rest of the biscuits off the tray, and mumbled through his food, "You didn't see shit!" then hustled out of there quickly, stuffing more food in his mouth and clutching the biscuits to his chest like a starving child.

Say it, don't spray it, Sesshomaru thought, wiping flecks of biscuit off his face. Well, that settled his guilt; if his father could cheat, so could he. He reached in the fridge for a can of biscuits when Inuyasha walked in. "Ha! Caught ya!" He said triumphantly. Since he was younger than him, and not a full demon, Inuyasha wasn't expected to participate in the holiday. In his hand he held a very large turkey leg and in the other, a goblet (yeah, goblet!) of sake. He wiped his greasy mouth on his haori. "Well, well, well! This is better than when I caught you masturbating and blackmailed you into giving me your allowance for a year to not tell Dad! Now whatever shall I do?" He gave his brother a look of mock sympathy. Sesshomaru's face reddened slightly, a cross between embarrassment and anger.

"I'll tell you what you'll do," Sesshomaru said, taking a threatening step toward him. "You'll keep your damn mouth shut. Remember, snitches get stitches." Inuyasha stopped grinning and blinked. "Hold up a moment. Isn't that prison talk?" Sesshomaru just gave him a dark look and continued placing the biscuits on the tray his father had used. Inuyasha grabbed his brother's shoulder and turned him toward him. "Dude, did you just threaten me?!" he asked incredulously.

"Snitches get snitches," Sesshomaru said again, putting the tray in the oven. He sat at the kitchen table to wait for them to be done. Inuyasha sat across from him. "I don't care what you say, I'm still not frightened." But he kept tapping a clawed finger on the tabletop. "Good, I don't want you to be frightened, I just want you to know the consequences of your actions." Inuyasha got up from the table slowly. "You're mad, man! You're frickin' mad!" And he left the room in a state equivalent to his father. It was another thirty minutes before Sesshomaru's food was done. He was so hungry, he didn't even take the tray out of the oven, simply reached in there with his bare hands. "Ooh, hot, hot!" He whispered loudly, but shoved a biscuit in his mouth anyways. Oh my sun god, was all he could think, eyes rolling up in ecstasy. He put the rest on a plate and walked out of the room.

In the main hallway was a phone on a small table. His father was on it at the moment, shouting something to the person on the other line. Sesshomaru listened in. "No! Leave them alone! What more do you want? Money? Sex? Money and sex?! What? Oh, whatever, don't hate! Look, all this was finalized in court. A retrial, when? They granted you partial custody? Saturday? You know what, fine! Have them!" He slammed down the receiver and looked up to where Sesshomaru was munching quietly on his biscuit. "Well, looks like you'll finally get to meet your mother. She's been granted partial custody of you . You go to meet her Saturday."

Sesshomaru finished chewing and swallowed. "Don't I get any say in the matter? I'm grown." His father sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, but you're only grown in demon standards. In human ones, going by looks, you're still a minor." Sesshomaru breathed in too hard and chocked on the biscuit. Inuyasha came into the hall and smirked at him. "Serves you right. What goes around comes around." Then he noticed the pale look on Inutaisho's face. What's all the hullabaloo about?" Then his eyes also took in the plate of biscuits next to him. Inuyasha's head whipped back toward Sesshomaru. "That's right bitch, Dad did it first," Sesshomaru said through asphyxiating lungs. "Two wrongs don't make a right," Inuyasha preached. "Rules were made to be broken," Sesshomaru said, giving a loud hack and spitting up the food into his hand. He sniffed it for a moment, then like a dog eating its own vomit, he licked it back up. Inutaisho didn't seem to care, but Inuyasha looked like he was about to be sick. "I don't even have words for how gross that was," he said with a horrified expression.

"Well, you won't have to put up with your brother's questionable habits for long," Inutaisho said. "Your mother now has partial custody of you too, so you'll be spending summers with her from now on. Oh yeah, there's just one more thing I forgot. Your moms are together now." Inuyasha screamed "What?!" at the top of his lungs as at the same time, Sesshomaru dropped his plate. He glanced up to see if anyone had noticed and when he was sure they hadn't, he dropped to his hands and knees and started shoving them in his mouth, putting a few in his kimono sleeves to save for later. "So you're telling me that my mom and his mom are like, you know..." Inuyasha took his two index fingers and put them point to point. Inutaisho nodded and shrugged. "Yeah, how hot. Why couldn't I get in on the action?" he muttered to himself. Inuyasha shoved him and gave him a mortified look.

Sesshomaru stood back up and started licking his fingers. "So, is that why she left you in the first place? My mom?" Inutaisho nodded. "Yeah, the arranged marriage thing didn't quite work out. She gave me an heir, which was all I'd asked for, then went about her merry--" "Lesbian," Inuyasha interjected. "--Way," Inutaisho finished. Inuyasha hung his head in shock and shook it side to side. "I'm going up to my room to do some Mandarian Bush meditation and when I come back down, I want this family to be normal. And for you guys to stop eating!" He added, looking at the bread rolls in his brother's and father's hands. With a huff, he stormed off. "Well, that went well," Inutaisho said sarcastically. Sesshomaru only nodded, his mind elsewhere. He looked down at the biscuit he was holding and noticed a large ball of lint, hair, and dirt on it. God made dirt and dirt don't hurt, he thought, before taking a bite. In a world of his own, he walked by his father back up to his own room. He had a lot to think about over the next few days.

I have to say, this was even a surprise for me! Since I don't plan out my stories, I just write with the flow (often making myself go off track from the original point!), I shock myself with some of the things I write! It was last minute that I decided on the Izayoi and Sesshomaru's mother pairing...very unusual for me...hell, I think I just scared my own self! Oh, and as for Sesshomaru being a minor in this story...well, I had to have some way for him not to be able to resist meeting the rest of the fam! But never mind this. Review, tell me what you thought...I can already sense a few flames from this!