InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Glass ❯ Really Now? ( Chapter 4 )

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Really Now?

The lord of the West Lands was reduce to a simple servant as he himself scrubbed the drying blood from his brother's creamy skin. He thought of how this happened. The strong and temperamental hanyou was reduced to a bloody form. He his rougher half stirred. He stopped glancing at the now wiggling figure. A golden orb cracked open. It was glazed and unfocused, but the came to look at Sesshomaru. It stared blankly for a moment, and then recognition came to him slightly.

"Sesshomaru," a rough, but soft voice said.

"Hush, you are in no condition to speak," his words came out a bit harsher that intended.

InuYasha sighed, and his deep eyes slide shut. Leaving the conscious world and drifting into what one would think is an unpeaceful sleep. He fell into a dark abyss. Cold eating into his bones. Worst of all into his heart. His soul was being eaten and torn. He hurt in a way that medicine could not heal. No, he would be lost forever. Or until he was rescued. By a savior's heart.

Sesshomaru ran his fingers through InuYasha hair. He had washed and was now in the process of drying it. Though currently he had become side track, and now was enjoying the soft locks. So much like his hair, yet so different. His was soft and well kept. Unlike InuYasha's, whose was soft but wild and messy. He had a lot of split and unhealthy ends. At this Sesshomaru sighed and frowned. His brother was a wild man. He reaches over and pulled open a mahogany wood drawer. A sharp, shiny pair of scissor came out of that drawer. He would at least have to cut six inches off for his half sibling to have healthy hair. Then again why would he care?

He was extremely curious to what had happened to his half brother. He believe he was raped. At this though his stomach cringed. He had always loved his brother. As in brother brother love that is. Yes, others could say he was a bitch towards him and his friends, but he really never intended harm. It is what one would call tough love. He would always keep a harsh and rude attitude towards InuYasha. He wanted to toughen up his younger brother. When they were young, that was the time they were affectionate. Now they were adults, it had to stop. At times he wish he could hug his brother, but he felt he would be rejecting for his lack of care over the years. InuYasha wouldn't want him back after he suddenly became cold and deadly. He always threatened his life, challenging him and his miko to fights. He really had no plans to hurt either of them though.

He came back to his senses and began cutting InuYasha's hair. He was sure the hanyou would be enraged. He rolled his eyes, at the expectant rant. Clumps of white hair fell to the bathrooms floor. With time he was done with his task. He stood with ease, and scooped his brother up. He wrapped his smaller form in a towel, and exited the bathroom. His room was connected to the bathroom. He entered his private chambers. His clawed hands released InuYasha on the king size bed. He rummaged around in his trunk. Pulling out a large white shirt, he dressed the sleeping hanyou. He pulled covers over the hanyou. He sat in a chair, opposite the bed, and watching resting brother.

Who could have done this? The scent on his body was unknown to him. It angered him that his brother was hurt, and he was not there to protect him. He was angry with himself. How could he be foolish enough to push his sibling away? He should have been there to protect him. Yes, he was angry with his actions, but his eyes flamed red when he thought of who had the guts to hurt his brother. He growled. Blood red eyes glowed with furious rage. He shook in his mad state, but was brought back when he heard a whimper.

He came back to reality. InuYasha was tossing and crying out. To quick for the human eye, Sesshomaru was beside him. InuYasha kicked and cried, but his eyes remained firmly shut. A horrible dream was wracking his body. He moaned and large tears began to squeeze from beneath his eyelids. Sesshomaru held InuYasha to his chest.

"It's ok, you're safe. I'm here." He cooed.

The hanyou's faced buried into his brother's chest. His face contoured in fear and pain. He cried a river of sorrow. One that did not seem to end. Time went by, and he began to relax. Not once did his eyes open, he never woke. Although the scent of Sesshomaru did calmed his soul. He fell asleep in his brother's arms. The lord youkai held him tight, and held him for many hours. He too fell asleep.