InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Protector ❯ Clean and Healed ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

It had taken a lot out of her, and took a long time, but she managed to get Inuyasha to the dojo. Though he was skinny and no taller than 5'7 or so, he was complete dead weight. He didn't even bother shifting his weight while she carried him. She had to reposistion him constantly.


When they entered the dojo, she set him down on a futon matress. She had stolen it, so there was no frame to it. It was just a big matress on the floor. Though it was a poor excuse for a bed of any kind, it still suited her needs, as small as they were. A little bit of the cieling fell in. She jumped a little at the noise, but Inuyasha was starring off into space, unphased by it. She took off her leather coat.


"I wonder what's happened to you. Are you deaf? Can you speak?"


All he did was blink and look at her.


"Well, those were stupid questions. You talked to me once before.... Clearly you can hear me, because you're looking at me..."


For a while she just sat there looking into his lifeless golden eyes. It saddened her greatly. When she looked away, she examined all his wounds and such with her eyes. Beneathe all the dirt and grime, she couldn't tell what was there, but he clearly had open wounds that needed to be cleaned. He smelled horrid, but she was used to it. She'd smelled worse in her life and her dojo wasn't all roses and dandilions either.


"I think we should get you cleaned up. I can't tell how battered you are under all this dirt. Follow me."


She stood up and started walking away. He merely sat there, almost as if he were not aware she'd moved. She stopped and looked back at him. With a sigh, she walked back to him and moved to lift him up.


He yelped in pain, causing her to drop him, though she hadn't lifted him very much anyway.


"I'm sorry!"


He backed away from her and growled threateningly at her. She looked at him, unphased.


"I'm more afraid of spiders than you. You're not going to attack me. You told me once before you wouldn't hurt me. I know you wont hurt me now," she reached out and touched him at this point. He seemed to calm down dramatically. "I told you I was sorry. I don't know what hurts on you, what's broken, what's not there.... because you aren't telling me. I know you can tell me anything you want..... but you're just not. I won't force you to talk to me, but I'm going to need your help if I'm going to help you."


For a long time now she knew about her powers. She didn't know how strong they could be, but she knew how to use them. She was relieved to see that they worked on him too. She needed him to be aware at all times.


This time, when she reached to help him up, she used his hands. He didn't do anything this time. She smiled and led him to the bathroom and started filling a tub with lukewarm water.


As she watched the tub fill up, she suddenly started thinking. 'Is he even able to wash himself? Should I stay in here to make sure he can? Should I just do it myself?'


The thought of washing him didn't disgust her in the least. When she was at the orphanage she had washed a lot of guys, most of them younger. She never really thought of it sexual in the least. She'd heard a lot of the older girls talking about lust and romance and what things were like... but she never understood it. She never felt any of these things. No one ever told her what it was like to be in love, what love was, what sex was, nothing.


When the tub was filled, she shut off the water and looked at Inuyasha.


"Would you like me to help you?"


He said nothing.


"Ok then. I guess I'm going to have to."


She removed the shreds of fabric that were once his fire rat kimono. He was more cut up than she imagined. She hitched her breath just thinking about how bad this must have felt. She could clearly see where he had broken ribs that healed improperly. She tried to focus on the task at hand and removed his tetsusaiga and his pants.


Once he was naked she led him to the tub. For the first time since she'd come to him, he did something on his own. He stepped into the tub and sat down. The water felt so good. This was a heaven he hadn't experienced in a long time.


She grabbed a sponge and started cleaning him. Ten years of filth was being removed with every swipe. He groaned every time she found a sore spot. Each time, she made a mental note of where it was. She was planning on using her power to try to help this problem too. She completely skipped his genitals for now and did his legs. The water was getting filthier and filthier. When she finally got around to doing his private area, the water looked more like a lake than a bath. Inuyasha clearly noticed this too, because he wasn't relaxing as much as he was when she started.


"Hey, don't worry. I'll empty the tub and refill it with cleaner water when I start doing your face and hair. My name is Kaori by the way. Just figured you'd wanna know that."


He looked at her. She smiled quickly, then started to scrub down his genitals. Nothing dirty about it apart from the dirt all over it. She wasn't aroused by it, and surprisingly, neither was he.


As she promised, she emptied the tub and refilled it with clean water. She scrubbed his face and rinsed it off. She chuckled a bit.


"I knew you were under all this dirt somewhere. I hope you don't come up with another mess for me to clean sometime in the future."


She tilted his head back and started scrubbing his hair clean. She used the last bit of shampoo and conditioner she had on him. When she was finished, his hair had gone from a dirty grey to his lovely, soft silver.


After he was cleaned and dried, she looked at his clothes.


"Well, I don't think they're any good anymore."


He reached down and picked up the tetsusaiga, leaving the clothes behind.


"Ok... I guess you don't really care. Come on... let's get back into the living room so I can do something about your wounds."


She took his hand and led him back to the futon mattress. He layed down on it and looked up at her. She bent down and touched each bruise, cut, scar, dislocated bones, broken bones, fractured bones, improperly healed bones, torn muscles... everything. With each touch she was healing him. Not completely, but enough to get it on the right track. He fell into a deep healing sleep. She'd done all she could and now it was his turn. She was greatly weakened by using so much power, but she paid it no mind and covered him with a paper thin blanket.


With a sigh, she realized there wasn't enough room on the mattress for both of them. She picked up her leather coat and used it as a blanket and laid down on the hard wood floor. Her discomfort didn't matter. The more comfortable he was, the more likely he was to open up to her. Let her into the barrier he put up over his mind.