InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleep Paralysis ❯ Dreaming ( Chapter 45 )

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

A/n: ...I am so so sorry to all those who have been waiting patiently for updates. Silence the Fairytale won by a landslide, and rereading this was painfully irritating but I got through it. I saw so many blaring typos, name mistakes that my heart stopped at the mountain of work I made for myself. How irritating. I'll get to it maybe-probably-eventually but for now let me just ...update. My brain lost all connection to where I was headed with this story. Shit. I'm sorry it took so long.

I need a beta for this fic asap. Ily guys. Don't abandon me! And I know it's not progressing fast at the moment, but I'm trying to figure this out. Right now, I'm trying to bring the other characters into more focus in the story, and build a relationship between them all.

Luna-



Sesshomaru was seriously considering chewing on a nail. His pinky nail, specifically, seemed the most offensive for the time being. He toyed with the idea with morbid fascination and soon after deemed himself as suffering far, far too much stress.

Hitomi had graciously upheaved a plethora of paperwork upon his meticulous desk, given him a good 5 minutes of hero-worshipping, and fled at the soonest possible moment to uphold her end of the bargain. Sesshomaru felt if he were a soldier under fire in a war, he was sure he'd be feeling the same exact way he was feeling at that particular moment.

Surely he had done something wrong, in this lifetime or the previous one.

And seeing as he had the memories of his previous lifetime, and this one, he wasn't quite sure he had done something worth this drastic of karmatic retribution. And he liked to consider himself well versed in Karma most of the time. But it seemed somewhere he had made a blaring error, and the universe had it out for him to see him correct his mistakes.

Perhaps it was the way he tormented Inuyasha as a teenager, maybe it was the way he had been effeminate in high school to irritate his father, and perhaps it was the fact he never entirely grew out of it. Maybe it was the fact he was entirely too 'bishi' as his brother cared to tease him about and that causing him to not have found a woman, or had a family, or kicked his brother's ass out of the house already because damnit he was a fucking pain in the ass and Sesshomaru wasn't getting any younger. He would be turning 30 next year and the thought of it made him want to break out into wrinkles.

Perhaps it was his fault he wasn't actually raising children, though he already had 4 too many. And how they had come to be his, he wasn't sure, because he didn't quite remember making those fuck-ups along the way.

And he was very, really, quite sure he'd remember something like that.

Maybe that was the problem, maybe he needed to get laid. Maybe it had nothing to do with the family and white-picket fence sort of life and everything to do with just doing it.

Though the consequences of said actions, and dealing with those beings in his life with enough hormones to drive on an army promptly squashed his libido. He was firmly believing in birth control at this very moment.

In fact, he figured a charity drive in abstinence would do the trick.

Though he suspected it wouldn't last 3 months. But hey, it was worth the effort. What didn't kill one made one stronger, or gave one blue-balls. He wasn't sure what the difference was. They both seemed to be terribly irritating.

Noticing he had come 360 in train of thought Sesshomaru released a soft groan.

He resisted the urge to slam his face into the desk and drive himself into a blissful state of unconsciousness. He was sure the mass of information before him would have made a very wonderful pillow, though, admist his concussion.

Instead, he reached out towards the papers and began to shuffle them into some vague semblance of order. The idea of a full night sleep founded far more sensous and arousing than a new lover, he felt himself beginning to glaze over as he stared at the clock in thought, and he found himself daydreaming of freshly washed sheets and downy-soft covers...

"Already thinking out a battleplan, are we Sessho?" came a disgruntled chuckle from the doorway to his office and Sesshomaru cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact that he was in fact having a reverie about slipping into a coma.

"Of course, would you expect less of me?" came his stiff reply, sweeping papers together before him as if to appear busy.

If one could call a disorganized array of paperwork busy. But what one did not know did not get one fired...

"Good thing too, Tomaru-san made the mistake of ordering the lunch with you and not with Hotaru-san. Isn't that hysterical? What an oaf. He even had Hitomi call you about it."

Sesshomaru's brow wrinkled a bit.

Surely, Kami wasn't bestowing mercy upon him?

He turned his eyes wearily toward the round man which employed him, chewing on the end of a cigar as if always thinking of something clever. Or at least, his boss thought it made him appear that way. Most of the time in reality, it seemed he couldn't satisfy his hunger so he chewed on the cigar to keep his mind off of his appetite.

"So have the arrangements been made that Hotaru-san replace me as intentionally required?" he said so gracefully, trying to keep the pure glee that he felt inside from showing on his face.

It was too soon for a victory dance, but by the look of 'duh' on his boss' face it was safe to assume he was full-clear.

"Of course, who would want to put you out? Hah! Only a fool."

Sesshomaru felt the beginnings of a plot boiling in his head, taking form and coiling, preparing to strike at the given chance.

"...That's unfortunate, I had so much work to do at home today on the desktop, I had come rushing in to make this lunch meeting. It appears I shall be put out either way."

His boss lifted his giant eyebrows simultaneously, making a show of rubbing his neck in what was supposed to be an apologetic manner. Though Sesshomaru was sure he had never regretted one thing in his life, no matter how dirty the circumstance may be.

"Take it up with Tomaru-san. I'm sure he'll find a way to apologize for your troubles."

Sesshomaru felt his eyes slide to the bits of paper leafing his desk like a promise unfulfilled and taunting him to do so. He barely contained the small smirk that so desperately wished to plant itself on his face.

"...I'm sure I could find a way."




Kagome stood at the door of Inuyasha's room for a moment, trying to contain the jitters she was feeling. She had gotten his promised burger and soda, but she had stood at his door for longer than necessary, trying to plan out her apology.

After she had thought about how she had been acting, Kagome felt ashamed of herself. She had acted so childish, and while the thought she maybe had hurt someone or caused a human being to be killed was almost unbearable, Kagome knew she had to choke down her fears and face reality. They were all in this together, the all had to deal with it together, and she had already made the mistake of trying to run away to fix things on her own.

...and look what good that did.

She sniffed miserably, leaning her forehead against the wood of the frame to the door. She watched as her feet shuffled in place a moment, trying to come to grips with the facts. The truth was such a fucking pill sometimes, but she knew she had gone through worse. And if she had survived those things, she could survive a fucking apology.

Steeling her nerves, Kagome cracked open the door to Inuyasha's room. To her pleasant surprise, she saw him sleeping.

He is really injured, no wonder he's so tired... probably from all the lost blood...

Kagome stared at the tubes that riddled his arm, his IV drip and his blood transfusion. His other arm was in a sling of sorts to keep him from moving his shoulder too much. Biting her lip, regret washed over her as a sheen of tears filled her eyes.

This is all my fault... I'm so stupid....

Slipping into the room silently, Kagome closed the door behind her and left her foodstuff on his moveable tray-like table. Dragging a chair as quietly as possibly over to the corner of his bed, Kagome laid her head at the egde of his good shoulder and sighed gently. She knew she needed to give him some space so he could heal, but she wanted so bad to feel his arms around her again. Just to feel them move together, loving each other...

Kagome sighed somewhat surreally, brushing sweaty hair from his face as she watched him breathe deeply and murmur calmly into her palm as she stroked his cheek. He had forgiven her right away, as usual, putting her before himself and like a spoiled child she was always taking his thoughtfulness for granted. He had every right to drop her like a lead weight, the shackles she really was, but instead he begged her never to leave him again.

How can I be so blind sometimes...

She pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead, laying her head back down on his shoulder, allowing herself to fall into a light slumber.



It had been some time before Sango had calmed enough to talk to Miroku at all, and he finally could only assume the pressure of the night had gotten to her. On the other hand, he couldn't blame her for crying--it wasn't everyday you faced a youkai in the flesh.

"Sango," he spoke her name gently, fluffing her hair gently as she gazed down to the crumpled tissue in her hand. Other tissues littered the floor, surrounding them like witnesses along the couch, and Miroku watched her hand flex instinctually around the one in her fingers at the sound of his voice.

Bangs hid embarrassed eyes, shy that she had caterwauled like a two year old. Perhaps she was more than just a bit exhausted, and Miroku was sure if he was a girl he would have cried like...

Well, a little girl.

Pressing two fingers beneath her chin gently, encouraging her to look at him in the face, he smiled reassuringly when she complied.

"Hey, really, it'll be all right. We'll figure this shit out, ok?" Sango never noticed the rogue hand inching its way behind the two of them as he leaned toward her.

"Thanks... I guess I let myself get carried away."

"We all do, fair maiden, it is an ailment to being human. Alas..."

He gave her a lecherous smile as his hand reached its intended destination, a vein popping from Sango's head in immediate reaction.

He was rubbing her butt with his palm...

"It seems there are other ailments to being human as well."

A resounding smack echoed in the house, earning Miroku a hand print on his face for his efforts.

Ahh distraction is a success!

"You're such a fucking hentai! Grrr! Why do I even like you?!" Sango shouted down at him as she stomped over his prone figure that laid sprawled across the carpet like a rag doll.

This was the sight that greeted Sesshomaru as he walked through the front door, leering blankly at Miroku who watched the man from upside-down.

"Yo."

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at him and arched a brow, "I thought we agreed you wouldn't wreck the house. What happened, did you watch romance movies on your own, and thought to take advantage of the solitude to explore your sensitive side?"

Miroku blinked, taking in the enviroment that surrounded him. Laying on the floor, feet propped up on the couch and used tissues within reach.

Yep.

It looked like he had a date with himself.

Sitting upright quickly, Miroku cleared his throat and said in an octave lower, "No, I was taking care of my woman."

Sesshomaru gave him a look that clearly said '...sure'. Strained tolerance and pure disbelief.

"Yeah... let me clean these up. Sangoooo, my precious love flower?" he sangsong her name as he trailed after her. The obvious meaning of 'me clean these up' was the relegated duty of 'me letting Sango clean these up'. Apparently love stopped at snot.

At least in this stage of their somewhat...complete... relationship.

Sesshomaru wasn't sure how far they had taken it, but if it had come to pet names involving love and flowers and the two of them together in the same sentence, he was sure it was serious enough.

Sango shortly returned to the living room with a plastic bag and began retrieving her used tissues as she looked up at Sesshomaru in question.

"I thought you had to work for a while today? It's only about to be 2..."

Sesshomaru let his eyes drift to her in askance, and he seemed faraway again. Sango wondered if the man ever took a break, even from himself.

"...I was able to pull some strings and got the day off under the pretense of work."

Sango blinked at him, wondering not for the first time since she met him.

How does he DO that?

"Anyway, I'm going to go take a shower, and then I'm going to go to my study. If anything important comes up, come get me. Otherwise, I need some quiet."

Miroku popped his head in from the kitchen as Sesshomaru headed up the stairs and he grinned mischeviously at the man, "You mean if anything important comes up, to come wake you?"

Sesshomaru gave Miroku a cold stare.

"...don't make me kick you out of my house. No wonder Inuyasha wants to hit you all the time. For once, I agree with him about something."

This made Miroku appear sheepish, yet the amused sparkle never left his eyes. Sango rolled her eyes and bonked him on the head with the back of her fist after Sesshomaru had departed upstairs. "Quit tormenting the men in this family, Miroku. You're such a smartass."

He winked slyly at her and breathed airily, "Ah such is fate. Someone has to make the jokes around here or the sticks up their asses will make them chafe."

Sango sputtered for only a moment before cracking into hysterics. Miroku may have been an ass, but at least he was funny about it.

"Now Sango my precious love muffin, shall we catch up on some well deserved rest?" he waggled suggestive eyebrows at her and Sango crossed her arms.

"If you believe you can keep your hands to yourself you lech, I'd be happy to."

Miroku gave her a look at spoke volumes of innocence, none of which she was buying. In fact, it confirmed the thoughts she knew he had been thinking all along.

"Sango, you wound me with your accusations!"

"Yea I'm sure," she commented dryly to him, but allowed him to pull her along with him nevertheless. Together they laid on the couch, uncomortable and not, allowing themselves to be at peace with one another.

As for Sesshomaru, when he descended the stairs to find the pair asleep, he all but fell to his knees in thanks to Kami-sama for the opportunity.

Quickly, he ascended once more and made a beeline to his room. Not bothering to change out of his slacks and belt, he removed his shirt and fell face down onto the bed for a well deserved rest.

Bed, it is you all along I've loved the most.