InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshoumaru, sit! ❯ Time Together ( Chapter 10 )

Time together

 

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Recap from the last chapter:

The two demon females peeked at one another. They might not be under the lord's power anymore, but they still felt loyal to him. They knew he would never want what happened to him mentioned. "It's a long story." Ran smiled. "Maybe we'll tell you about it one day."

The humans smiled back and nodded in understanding. Kagome was still standing with the wolf demon couples- asking some more about Amaya- when a female shriek sounded behind her. "You stupid hentai!"

Three loud whacks later Sango was storming past them.

Miroku was out cold on the ground, three large lumps on his lolling head.

Kagome leaned into the demon females' direction. "Stay clear of the monk...For his sake."

 

 

CHAPTER 10:

 

The first three days of the lord's treatment were, to say the least, hell. For Amaya anyway. Sure, they had the I-won't-sit-you-if-you-let-me-help deal, but he fought her tooth and nail before he let her do anything. And the worst thing was that he had taken a special liking to teasing her…about everything.

The way he said things sounded like a casual comment, but she knew! The cad would remark on her clothes, hair, and worst of all, femininity, or lack of it thereof. He even criticized the way she walked. When she starts turning red with rage he would smirk that smirk of his. She wanted to kill him!

So why am I taking care of him?

She'd wake up five in the morning just to coax the herbal medicine the healer prescribed down his throat. Took 4 hours just to get him to do that. The moment she steps in he starts ordering her to leave. As if! `Course she starts snapping at him to be quiet, rambling on about having to wake up this stinking early for an ungrateful brat like him. He would snarl at her frighteningly. She has to ease up on all that name-calling. They only made him angrier.

But she was right. She was tending to him even though he'd done practically nothing to earn it. Quite the opposite. So why am I doing this again? Because she was too soft hearted to let him suffer when she could do something about it, that's why. Idiot that she was.

Plus she had a soft spot for those sexy stripes of his. He'd caught her staring at him God knows how many times, and it was getting embarrassing.

"I like your stripes…" she explained once, smiling nervously when he saw her staring yet again. He looked a little surprised, then snorted and turned away.

It was the third day and she was sitting on the abused stool, waiting for him to consent and drink the stuff.

She sighed explosively. "For heaven's sake, what am I supposed to do to get you to drink this without my getting a headache!"

"Leave," he answered without pause.

"Aren't you the appreciative one. Fine! If you drink it on your own I'll stop bothering you in the morning. And I'll get some sleep," she muttered to herself, getting up. She looked down at him. "Alright?"

He looked at her haughtily. "Hn."

His chest was bandaged, his haori pulled down to his waist, but he still managed to look elegant, proud, and fearsome. She smiled at him softly. He's really something.

He looked taken aback at her stare, and it wiped the smile off her face. She frowned instead.

"Hn," she mocked and marched out.

She went back to her room and jumped on the feathery mattress, giving a jaw popping yawn…But she couldn't go back to sleep. After an hour of failed attempts, she went outside.

Her first impulse was to pick flowers like Rin always does. Yeesh! I must be really bored. Ooh, I'll go to the library. It's bound to have some interesting books I could read.

A minute later she was skipping into the volume-filled room. This is going to be so much better than baby-sitting that guy. She stretched and headed for the opposite shelf. Looking at the covers for a moment, she noticed a green ball moving at the corner of the room.

"Jaken?" The small demon jumped and stared at her. She noticed he was looking at the scrolls Sesshoumaru was reading through before Kouga had come. "What are you doing? Sesshoumaru isn't supposed to be doing anything so, just in case whatever's in there excites him for some reason, don't give it to him yet."

"Who are you to say what the master can and cannot do? Filthy-"

"-ningen!" she finished for him. "Yeah, well, you'd better not." She glared at him and he ran out the door with a eep before she could throw him out herself.

After that, she looked through the books happily, an idea coming to her. Ah, this will be so much more entertaining.

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Sesshoumaru was beginning to get restless, inwardly cursing his temporarily crippling injuries and the woman that caused them. If not for her insistence on keeping the wolf alive, he would not be in this state.

He lay against the headboard, closing his eyes warily. He did not understand her or her purpose in remaining. She had a chance to leave but she did not, and she was…taking care of him. He did not need her care, though, he could care well for himself, like he had always done…

She made him uncomfortable. She was not afraid of getting too close, or speaking her mind. She even dared to get mad at him on occasions. He found teasing her very amusing as she was quick to anger, but was careful to do so as little as possible. Speaking to a human this often was below him.

His eyes opened when he heard her distinctive footsteps. He almost sighed in exasperation when she entered, grinning cheerfully.

"I'm sure you're really bored by now-" she ignored his snort, "so I thought we could talk." Once more ignoring his incredulous look, she sat herself down gingerly.

She looked at him, and he looked at her. A minute passed that way, until he snorted and turned away. "Onna, you are wasting my time. And you have ruined my furniture."

"I did not! And what do you mean, wasting your time?! That's all you've got." She folded her arms, glaring at him.

"I have no time for irritating huma women," he declared evenly.

She only just kept herself from smacking him. "Well, I'm bored, so I'll just sit here and finish ruining your chairs," she said in mock cheerfulness. She saw him baring his fangs and cleared her throat. That stool really wasn't as puffy as it used to be.

For five minutes, she talked about nothing in particular, commenting on the weather, the castle, and trying to get him to say something. But it was like talking to a wall. He knew what she wanted from him and did his best so she wouldn't get it. She took a moment to imagine her hands wrapped tightly around his neck, choking the life out of his blasted body, at the same time awed that he hadn't thrown her out bodily yet -Or tried, at least.

She tried another approach. She asked questions and answer them for him so he didn't have to say anything…He wasn't going to anyway. It didn't take long for him to look like he wanted to kill her so she stopped doing that.

She sighed and got up. He gave her a sidelong glance and smirked. "So soon, woman?"

She glared back at him. "Now you talk?" she turned and headed for the door. "Humph! Don't miss me too much." She closed the door on his snort. Sesshoumaru's new habit #2: sarcasm, she thought sourly.

The lord lay back, the tilted smile still gracing his face. He had indeed been wearied, itching at the need to do something. The woman had been a good means of temporary distraction. He stared when she walked in ten minutes later -as he was getting up.

"And where do you think you're going, mister?" She spoke from behind the ten something volumes she was carrying. She placed them on her seat and stretched. "You're not trying to run off, are you?" She smiled down at him calmly, and he narrowed his eyes warily.

"That is not your concern." He resumed his efforts. It still hurt to move, but he was in much better shape, and he couldn't stand another minute in the chamber. He halted when she placed a hand at his shoulder.

"I don't recommend that," she whispered, frowning. "You're not that much better. If you push yourself the wounds won't heal as quickly."

"I will heal." He shrugged her hand off. She put both hands on his shoulders and pressed.

"Down boy." She chuckled when he growled warningly. "Ah, couldn't help it- Ow!" she hopped about with one foot in the air for a while before spotting the heavy medicine bowl -that had so conveniently dropped off the side table- on the floor. It was empty. She looked at the lord and found him smirking. "You horrid- you drank it." She blinked once and grinned.

He shook his head at her and tried to get up again.

"Stubborn, as always." She stood in his way, blocking his exit. He glared.

"Move aside, woman." He reached out and pushed her away. She jumped right back in front of him. "Move," his voice raised a notch.

"You're being insubordinate," she said angrily. "You promised to be more cooperative, but you keep giving me hell!" She ground her teeth when he folded his arms and looked down his nose at her. She grabbed an arm and started tugging him back, but he was too strong for her. "Urgh!"

"You look stronger than that, woman."

She froze and glared back at him. "You're calling me fat again!" She growled angrily. Baka! When you get better I'm going to…to…I'll think about the details later. But it'll be bad!

He removed her hand from his arm and walked back to the bed. He looked back at her briefly. "I do not go back on my word." He sat on the mattress regally. "Now you may leave."

May? He never gave me a choice before. She cocked her head thoughtfully. And he listened to me…sort of.

Shrugging, she walked to the chair and began looking through the books. He stared at her suspiciously. The woman was too spontaneous- and optimistic- to be trusted. She picked one out and read the title.

"You like this one?"

He stared. What is she doing?

"Uh, ok. How about this one? Sounds interesting." She read it aloud.

He quirked a brow.

She read another. When he didn't respond she sighed. "Don't you ever speak when you're supposed to?" She shook her head and plopped down on the floor next to the book-stacked stool. "Alright. I'll just pick one myself." She crossed her legs, making sure nothing indecent showed.

"I said leave," he frowned.

"No, you said you may leave."

He narrowed his eyes. "And what do you plan to do?"

"Eh, all that talking must have made your throat sour." She ignored his glare. "I'm going to read."

He cocked a brow.

And there started a main part of the daily routine for the next week. That day she began to read to him, and it seemed her choices pleased the Inuyoukai because he appeared to relax. He complained at first, looking at her as if she had lost her mind -reading to him like he were some child. "I am not an infant," he said. She, of course, ignored him. He didn't make any more protests, and she felt that he hadn't really wanted to.

She read beautifully. It was easy to imagine the events in the book, whether it be a war or a soothing summer breeze. She felt what happened as she scanned the words, and it showed in her tone, in her eyes.

Every day since that afternoon she would go to the library and pick out new books before heading to his room. He would greet her with a raised brow…She liked to think of it as his way of saying `what took you so long?' She noticed how he reacted to the material, always figuring out what he liked or disliked, and slowly learning to read him better. She found out just how complicated the man was. Just because he said something didn't mean he felt or believed it. Why he said it remained a mystery. That kind of thing included her and the way she acted.

He would tell her off about something, and at the same time, she would feel that he actually doesn't mind it. Like the way I walk. She was still trying to figure out if he really meant it when he told her she was making his room smell filthy. I'll get him for that one. That evening she got so pissed, she didn't read to him and left in a huff. The next morning she cruised around the palace for somewhere to bathe. She was lucky enough to find a small spring a little into the forest. It was freezing, but it would have to do. She went there everyday; she was getting sick of washing herself with the well water; it wasn't enough.

Every day he tried to look indifferent to what she was doing, but she could tell he was listening. She would see his eyes drooping in relaxation some days, and others she would catch him looking at her intently. She preferred the first. the latter made her a stuttering mess.

And he stopped telling her to leave. That made her happier than it should.

She was sure Kagome had covered up for her back home…Although it had been a while. She felt less and less home sick with each passing day. And how affectionate she was becoming toward this place scared her.

"Sesshoumaru, why did you stop drinking the medicine? You're not-"

"I do not need it."

"You are much better, but the reason you're healing so quickly is because you're taking it. You need it for a few more days." It was day nine, and she had found his medicine untouched. "You're being difficult again." She swung her finger at him.

He glared at her from the corner of his eye. "Know your place, woman."

She fumed. "I'm standing to your right, my hands are on my hips, and I'm angry as hell!" Her mouth fell agape when he grabbed the bowl and started to drink. "Uh…you're confusing me on purpose!" Sometimes she just didn't know whether to kiss him or bite his head off.

He got up from the bed and started walking out.

"Where are you going?" she stood, too. "You just came back from the library."

He paused without turning. "I will do as I please."

"Urgh!" She would have cursed at him but he was long gone. She wasn't trying to be nosey, but the healer said too much activity would strain him. His mulishness will be the death of her. "Eh, whatever. I guess he's well enough."

"Amaya-sama!"

The girl turned to the door with a smile. "Rin! I'm so happy to see you."

The kid jumped at her and hugged her leg. Amaya laughed and hugged her back. "I know. It's time for our little outing. Let's go."

The two lovely ladies headed outside, where things were already set, right in front of the castle doors.

"Rin loves picnics!"

Amaya usually had lunch with Rin as a picnic instead of in her own room. It was far more refreshing.

"Me, too."

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