InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Noble House ❯ chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )
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By: Alijandrah 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 354 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 354 | Status: Completed
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Yasha sat with his back to the wall, purposely not watching Sango as she took out a selection of bandages, gauze and disinfectant from the pile Shippou gave her earlier. When she was satisfied with the assortment, she filled a bowl with water and grabbed a soft towel, supplies left behind from her own injuries. Sango took one of his hands in her own and carefully washed it clean and patted it dry, repeating the process with the other abused hand. She could clearly see the wounds now, mostly scratches, but there were several large splinters of wood and what appeared to be bone lodged in the flesh. A large chunk of fingernail was missing to the quick from his right index finger, and blood oozed sluggishly from the wound.
carefully cleaned the wounded digit, smearing disinfectant over a bandage and wrapping it snugly around the finger. Sango checked his face for any signs of discomfort, and found him to be staring out into space, his eyes seemingly miles away. 'Or more accurately 500 years in the future' she corrected herself. She began pulling out the splinters from underneath his skin and cleaning scratches, placing another bandage over a particularly deep gash on the mound of muscle beneath his left thumb. With his hands treated, all that remained was his knee, but she was not sure if he would allow her to treat that. The rules of propriety made it inappropriate to touch his leg, but they were hardly strangers. She treated many of the groups injuries over the years with Kagome, and she had lost count how many times the boys stumbled across them bathing or vice versa. 'Besides,' she thought, 'if we are forced to marry, I will have to touch much more than just his knee.' She was grateful he didn't seem to notice the slight blush that stained her cheeks, so lost was he in his thoughts.
nervously placed a hand on the injured joint, but quickly withdrew it at his sharp intake of breath. His eyes widened in surprise and turned to meet hers for the first time since they entered her room. A pink flush spread across his cheeks and Sango wondered if his thoughts wandered to where her own were a moment ago. "You... you were limping on it earlier... I thought.. maybe you had pulled something." she stammered. She picked up a compression wrap from the floor beside her, and held it out to him in offering. "If you don't want me to... you need to wrap it." His eyes darted back and forth between her own and the rolled bandage, before turning his head away from her completely. He dropped his chin towards his chest, effectively obscuring his eyes with the mop of his midnight colored bangs.
"I don't need it. It'll heal in the morning" he quietly insisted. His voice sounded hoarse from emotion, and Sango wondered if he was trying to not break down again. He had been through so much pain, so much emotional trauma over the years, and for him to now be cut off from the one person whom he truly loved must be eating him up inside. Kagome knew and understood him inside and out, his hopes, dreams, loves and ambitions, or so the taijia had come to believe over the years. Why was she now so blind as to her husbands suffering? Why could Kagome not understand that Inu Yasha loved only her, and the thought of having to marry someone else out of a sense of duty was hurting him?
could not help but feel like the situation was her own fault, her positive intentions of coming to stay with them backfiring and causing more harm then good. Were she not with them, the couple would find a way to patch their relationship. They simply loved each other too much not to. She made up her mind to leave them once Kagome returned, regardless of the consequences to herself. The taijia simply did not have it in her heart to continue to watch her friends suffer. 'And speaking of suffering....' she thought, her countenance becoming hard and determined. 'Who does he think he's kidding with this macho crap?'
"Inu Yasha. Either you will let me tend to your knee right now, or you will do it yourself. There are still many hours to dawn, and I won't have you in pain in the meantime!" Her voice was stern and commanding, and he turned to her annoyed, clearly intending to do anything but comply. She was more than ready for the challenge, and she knew that Inu Yasha respected her skills enough that he would not pick a fight with her in this condition. She pummeled him in his hanyou form for less over the years, and she certainly wasn't about to take any backtalk from him now.
"I said it's fine, wench! I don't need to fucking wrap it!" he yelled. Angry at his attitude when she was only concerned for his well-being (and secretly glad she managed to distract him from his brooding), Sango jabbed him in the knee with her index finger. If he were well, it would not be enough to hurt him, but from the pained yelp that escaped his lips and from how he scooted away from her along the wall, Sango knew she got her point across. They engaged in a glaring match for a few seconds before Inu Yasha turned away from her with a "Feh!". He shifted his position so that his knee was more easily accessible to her. She repositioned herself by his leg, and her nimble fingers tugged at the small knotted tie that kept his pant leg cinched at the ankle. Too annoyed to be embarrassed, Sango slid the now loose fabric up his leg and exposed the swollen joint. She gently prodded the tender area, attempting to locate the exact tendon or muscle that had torn. When she found the injury, she firmly wrapped the compression bandage around his knee, making sure that he still had enough room for blood circulation. When the task was complete, she tugged down the leg of his hakama and retied it.
"There, that wasn't so bad." she teased. He watched her for a moment with a sad expression on his face, before a small smile graced his lips. It didn't last long, however, and his tired gaze slid to the floor. Sango scooted to sit beside him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a friendly embrace. She squeezed his shoulder slightly in what she hoped was a reassuring way and lowered her head, trying to peek at his face under the curtain of his bangs. "She'll be back. She always comes back to you." He didn't respond, and shortly afterwards she witnessed a crystalline tear glide down his pale cheek. Overcome by the need to comfort him, Sango pulled him into her arms, embracing him as he had done for her during the past tumultuous days.
Yasha stiffened in her arms, but relaxed into her touch after a moment. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and wrapped his arms snugly around her waist. His body shuddered slightly before she felt the hot splash of tears on her neck, and she tightened her embrace in response. He was clinging to her like a lifeline, and Sango struggled to conceptualize the amount of pain he must be in for him to act in such a manner. Inu Yasha was the strong one, the confident one; the person their group turned to for support when they were at their wits end. He never let her give up on Kohaku, even when the boy attacked Kagome. He tried so hard in his gruff, tactless way to keep each of them safe and happy. 'But what about him?'
the end, only Kagome completely saw through the mask that he wore every day to hide his true emotions. They all had a glimpse of what lay beneath that time the humans of the group lay dying of poison. He had shed tears for them, the first Myoga claimed he ever saw from his master. Other than that one time, he had borne his stresses and strains privately, convinced that it was what he had to do for their survival. He let Kagome into his heart completely over time, and now he feared he lost her. Sango felt honored that he would reveal this side of his soul to her, and felt the least she could do after all he did for her over the years was support him now. She leaned her back against the wall, and he moved with her. She continued to hold him, rubbing his back and offering kind words to soothe his grief. Over time the flood of tears ceased, his hold around her waist loosened slightly, and his breathing took on a slow, deep rhythm.
craned her neck, trying to get a glimpse of his face and confirm her suspicions. Out of the corner of her eye she made out the details of his face, which was slack from sleep. She tried to adjust her position and pull away, certain the man would be highly embarrassed to awaken situated as they were now. His arms tightened around her in response, forcing her to remain where she was. She sighed and relaxed against the wall, hoping she wouldn't have a stiff neck in the morning. The hours passed, and despite a valiant effort, Sango nodded off as well.
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She was having a dream. A very wonderful, and very naughty dream. The first in several months, and long overdue in her opinion. Smooth, firm lips glided along her skin, planting soft kisses along her neck and collarbone. Occasionally a hot tongue would snake its way out from between those full lips and tease her skin, leaving it wet and sensitive. Warm breath brushed against the wet skin, and a shiver of pleasure raced through her body. Strong hands caressed her hips and waist, massaging the flesh beneath the silk of her clothing. He was leaning half on, and half off her body, the broad expanse of his chest pressed against her left breast and side. She draped her arms over his shoulders, her fingers exploring his muscular back.
shifted closer to her, wrapping one of his legs over hers and pressing his large arousal against her hip. One of his talented hands slid up her stomach to her chest, tugging silken fabric aside to expose her right breast to the cool air. Fingertips danced across the skin of her breasts, tracing intricate patterns that had her breath hitching in her throat. His lips closed over her earlobe, sucking gently as his fingers traced circles around the edge of her areola. Her fingernails dug into his back through the fabric of his clothing, causing him to grunt and rock his erection against her. She moaned at the sensation of the thick member rubbing insistently against her hip, licking her lips in anticipation of the feel of that throbbing flesh inside her. Her lower lips anticipated it as well, and her juices were leaking out and soaking her undergarment. Her partner cupped her breast fully in his hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh, eliciting another deep moan from her lips.
She idly wondered when she had ever dreamed this vividly before, but was distracted when she felt his lips blaze a fiery trail down her jaw to her chin. His lips brushed against her own before connecting fully in a deep and passionate kiss. As he continued to slide his palm across her breast, she wondered what was just below his thumb that kept catching on her nipple. She slid her hand down his arm to connect with his palm, gliding her finders over the mysterious object. 'That feels like one of Kagome-chan's bandages' she thought. Suddenly the sleep induced haze that enshrouded her mind dispersed, and she was left fully awake. Full, firm lips continued to collide with her own, and Sango opened her eyes in fear. She was laying on the floor, with Inu Yasha laying partway on top of her. The large erection from her dream was his own, and was rocking against her hip. 'Oh, fuck.'
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Yasha sat with his back to the wall, purposely not watching Sango as she took out a selection of bandages, gauze and disinfectant from the pile Shippou gave her earlier. When she was satisfied with the assortment, she filled a bowl with water and grabbed a soft towel, supplies left behind from her own injuries. Sango took one of his hands in her own and carefully washed it clean and patted it dry, repeating the process with the other abused hand. She could clearly see the wounds now, mostly scratches, but there were several large splinters of wood and what appeared to be bone lodged in the flesh. A large chunk of fingernail was missing to the quick from his right index finger, and blood oozed sluggishly from the wound.
carefully cleaned the wounded digit, smearing disinfectant over a bandage and wrapping it snugly around the finger. Sango checked his face for any signs of discomfort, and found him to be staring out into space, his eyes seemingly miles away. 'Or more accurately 500 years in the future' she corrected herself. She began pulling out the splinters from underneath his skin and cleaning scratches, placing another bandage over a particularly deep gash on the mound of muscle beneath his left thumb. With his hands treated, all that remained was his knee, but she was not sure if he would allow her to treat that. The rules of propriety made it inappropriate to touch his leg, but they were hardly strangers. She treated many of the groups injuries over the years with Kagome, and she had lost count how many times the boys stumbled across them bathing or vice versa. 'Besides,' she thought, 'if we are forced to marry, I will have to touch much more than just his knee.' She was grateful he didn't seem to notice the slight blush that stained her cheeks, so lost was he in his thoughts.
nervously placed a hand on the injured joint, but quickly withdrew it at his sharp intake of breath. His eyes widened in surprise and turned to meet hers for the first time since they entered her room. A pink flush spread across his cheeks and Sango wondered if his thoughts wandered to where her own were a moment ago. "You... you were limping on it earlier... I thought.. maybe you had pulled something." she stammered. She picked up a compression wrap from the floor beside her, and held it out to him in offering. "If you don't want me to... you need to wrap it." His eyes darted back and forth between her own and the rolled bandage, before turning his head away from her completely. He dropped his chin towards his chest, effectively obscuring his eyes with the mop of his midnight colored bangs.
"I don't need it. It'll heal in the morning" he quietly insisted. His voice sounded hoarse from emotion, and Sango wondered if he was trying to not break down again. He had been through so much pain, so much emotional trauma over the years, and for him to now be cut off from the one person whom he truly loved must be eating him up inside. Kagome knew and understood him inside and out, his hopes, dreams, loves and ambitions, or so the taijia had come to believe over the years. Why was she now so blind as to her husbands suffering? Why could Kagome not understand that Inu Yasha loved only her, and the thought of having to marry someone else out of a sense of duty was hurting him?
could not help but feel like the situation was her own fault, her positive intentions of coming to stay with them backfiring and causing more harm then good. Were she not with them, the couple would find a way to patch their relationship. They simply loved each other too much not to. She made up her mind to leave them once Kagome returned, regardless of the consequences to herself. The taijia simply did not have it in her heart to continue to watch her friends suffer. 'And speaking of suffering....' she thought, her countenance becoming hard and determined. 'Who does he think he's kidding with this macho crap?'
"Inu Yasha. Either you will let me tend to your knee right now, or you will do it yourself. There are still many hours to dawn, and I won't have you in pain in the meantime!" Her voice was stern and commanding, and he turned to her annoyed, clearly intending to do anything but comply. She was more than ready for the challenge, and she knew that Inu Yasha respected her skills enough that he would not pick a fight with her in this condition. She pummeled him in his hanyou form for less over the years, and she certainly wasn't about to take any backtalk from him now.
"I said it's fine, wench! I don't need to fucking wrap it!" he yelled. Angry at his attitude when she was only concerned for his well-being (and secretly glad she managed to distract him from his brooding), Sango jabbed him in the knee with her index finger. If he were well, it would not be enough to hurt him, but from the pained yelp that escaped his lips and from how he scooted away from her along the wall, Sango knew she got her point across. They engaged in a glaring match for a few seconds before Inu Yasha turned away from her with a "Feh!". He shifted his position so that his knee was more easily accessible to her. She repositioned herself by his leg, and her nimble fingers tugged at the small knotted tie that kept his pant leg cinched at the ankle. Too annoyed to be embarrassed, Sango slid the now loose fabric up his leg and exposed the swollen joint. She gently prodded the tender area, attempting to locate the exact tendon or muscle that had torn. When she found the injury, she firmly wrapped the compression bandage around his knee, making sure that he still had enough room for blood circulation. When the task was complete, she tugged down the leg of his hakama and retied it.
"There, that wasn't so bad." she teased. He watched her for a moment with a sad expression on his face, before a small smile graced his lips. It didn't last long, however, and his tired gaze slid to the floor. Sango scooted to sit beside him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a friendly embrace. She squeezed his shoulder slightly in what she hoped was a reassuring way and lowered her head, trying to peek at his face under the curtain of his bangs. "She'll be back. She always comes back to you." He didn't respond, and shortly afterwards she witnessed a crystalline tear glide down his pale cheek. Overcome by the need to comfort him, Sango pulled him into her arms, embracing him as he had done for her during the past tumultuous days.
Yasha stiffened in her arms, but relaxed into her touch after a moment. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and wrapped his arms snugly around her waist. His body shuddered slightly before she felt the hot splash of tears on her neck, and she tightened her embrace in response. He was clinging to her like a lifeline, and Sango struggled to conceptualize the amount of pain he must be in for him to act in such a manner. Inu Yasha was the strong one, the confident one; the person their group turned to for support when they were at their wits end. He never let her give up on Kohaku, even when the boy attacked Kagome. He tried so hard in his gruff, tactless way to keep each of them safe and happy. 'But what about him?'
the end, only Kagome completely saw through the mask that he wore every day to hide his true emotions. They all had a glimpse of what lay beneath that time the humans of the group lay dying of poison. He had shed tears for them, the first Myoga claimed he ever saw from his master. Other than that one time, he had borne his stresses and strains privately, convinced that it was what he had to do for their survival. He let Kagome into his heart completely over time, and now he feared he lost her. Sango felt honored that he would reveal this side of his soul to her, and felt the least she could do after all he did for her over the years was support him now. She leaned her back against the wall, and he moved with her. She continued to hold him, rubbing his back and offering kind words to soothe his grief. Over time the flood of tears ceased, his hold around her waist loosened slightly, and his breathing took on a slow, deep rhythm.
craned her neck, trying to get a glimpse of his face and confirm her suspicions. Out of the corner of her eye she made out the details of his face, which was slack from sleep. She tried to adjust her position and pull away, certain the man would be highly embarrassed to awaken situated as they were now. His arms tightened around her in response, forcing her to remain where she was. She sighed and relaxed against the wall, hoping she wouldn't have a stiff neck in the morning. The hours passed, and despite a valiant effort, Sango nodded off as well.
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She was having a dream. A very wonderful, and very naughty dream. The first in several months, and long overdue in her opinion. Smooth, firm lips glided along her skin, planting soft kisses along her neck and collarbone. Occasionally a hot tongue would snake its way out from between those full lips and tease her skin, leaving it wet and sensitive. Warm breath brushed against the wet skin, and a shiver of pleasure raced through her body. Strong hands caressed her hips and waist, massaging the flesh beneath the silk of her clothing. He was leaning half on, and half off her body, the broad expanse of his chest pressed against her left breast and side. She draped her arms over his shoulders, her fingers exploring his muscular back.
shifted closer to her, wrapping one of his legs over hers and pressing his large arousal against her hip. One of his talented hands slid up her stomach to her chest, tugging silken fabric aside to expose her right breast to the cool air. Fingertips danced across the skin of her breasts, tracing intricate patterns that had her breath hitching in her throat. His lips closed over her earlobe, sucking gently as his fingers traced circles around the edge of her areola. Her fingernails dug into his back through the fabric of his clothing, causing him to grunt and rock his erection against her. She moaned at the sensation of the thick member rubbing insistently against her hip, licking her lips in anticipation of the feel of that throbbing flesh inside her. Her lower lips anticipated it as well, and her juices were leaking out and soaking her undergarment. Her partner cupped her breast fully in his hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh, eliciting another deep moan from her lips.
She idly wondered when she had ever dreamed this vividly before, but was distracted when she felt his lips blaze a fiery trail down her jaw to her chin. His lips brushed against her own before connecting fully in a deep and passionate kiss. As he continued to slide his palm across her breast, she wondered what was just below his thumb that kept catching on her nipple. She slid her hand down his arm to connect with his palm, gliding her finders over the mysterious object. 'That feels like one of Kagome-chan's bandages' she thought. Suddenly the sleep induced haze that enshrouded her mind dispersed, and she was left fully awake. Full, firm lips continued to collide with her own, and Sango opened her eyes in fear. She was laying on the floor, with Inu Yasha laying partway on top of her. The large erection from her dream was his own, and was rocking against her hip. 'Oh, fuck.'
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