InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stranger In My Bed ❯ Chapter 2
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Yoshimi Evangelina 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.07.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.07.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
Author's note: I do not own any characters from Inu Yasha, but Eva is My creation.
***
I should have known a guy encased in authentic armour, traditional Japanese costume and a possibly Satanic symbol tattooed to his forehead would be the near-death of me.
I had found him the morning before.
After cramming the fireplace with as much firewood as possible and turning the gas-heater up, I huddled by the window glaring maliciously out at the tranquil aftermath of the mother of all ice-storms in Ontarian history. As a result of the ice-storm, all the electricity in my boonie-ville area was out. Not to mention, the rest of southern ontario. I'd been visited by the few concerned neighbours brave enough to drive out on the road, but other than that I was alone.
Despite the blackout, I felt strangely accomplished after boiling a pot of water over the fire.
"And didn't even set the house on fire." I said aloud to myself, allowing a big laugh to fill the empty house. Suddenly I heard the dog barking at the door. With a groan, I realized it wanted to be let out for a "widdle" as my aunt put it. I caught my form in the mirror as I waddled past it bundled in sweaters and blankets. I looked like a beached whale.
Waddling down the stairs, I was surprised at the desperation with which the dog clawed at the front door.
"Wow, you must be desperate." I muttered amused, wincing at the iciness of the doorknob as I let it out.
But even then it stood chest deep in the snow, barking and barking at something off in the distance. It would then jump up and down impatiently, looking back at me frequently as if it was asking me something. Or looking at me like I was a fool for not understanding.
"Stop being an idiot and get in here!!" I yelled through the window, feeling my toes go numb from the cold. My breath was smoking in the air just standing in the foyer.
It still kept barking as if it was spooked. I started getting spooked too, recalling all those urban legends I'd heard about in my youth about secluded cabins and men with hooks for hands. I was a single white female with nothing but a dog for company taking care of her aunt's house for a week while she was off to Cuba. Is this the part where the phone rings, I pick it up and find out that the person on the other end of the line is calling from somewhere else in the house?
I knew I was being stupid, but when the dog bolted off into the sublime nothingness I started panicking.
"SHit shit shit!!" Don't leave me alone with my crazy imagination!!! I hurled the blankets off me in a panic, ripped the parka off the coat-rack, stuffed my face into a baklava and trudged out after it.
I couldn't believe the dog could move so fucking fast in the snow that went higher than my knees! It was determined to get at whatever it was barking at. Doggedly determined.
Sorry for the pun.
It was sniffing at a mound of snow, digging, whining, looking back at me with its pleading eyes.
"What have you found, dog?" I mumbled to it, bending over and digging. The desperate urgency with which it was acting raised my hackles to the point that I wasn't too surprised when I found a hand.
Unsettled, horrified and slightly nauseous perhaps, but not too surprised.
Judging by the long white hair and the white robe, I thought the face-down figure in the snow was an old woman. A huge, Amazon-like old woman. Was she somebody's grandmother who wandered out here in the middle of the night? I struggled with 'her' six-foot five frame as if I was trying to lift the rock of gibraltar. After half an hour of huffing and puffing, I'd realized I'd only moved her 5 inches. Deeper. It was about then that help arrived. I yelled ecstatically, pumping my arms into the air at the sight of my aunt's friend waddling through the snow towards me. It was still a struggle, but between the two of us we managed to get her into the house.
It was then that I realized 'she' was a man. Despite the fact that he'd been buried out there in the snow, he only looked as if he was in a deep sleep. I was slightly intrigued by his tatoos, but after you've walked down Bloor Street in Toronto, they seemed like nothing out of the ordinary.
Out of all my aunt's friends, I'd never usually taken to Diana. Her aloofness sometimes verged on rudeness, and her absorption with talking about her family 'pedigree' every time we met somewhat elitist. But I'd never felt more relieved to be in her company in all my life. Even though she was retired, she was a nurse to the core.
We undressed him up to the point where he was down to his loincloth. I kind of giggled. Loincloth. This guy really takes medieval roleplaying to the nth degree. I hadn't realized my eyes were fixated on this fact when Diana *ahemed* and strategically sent me on an errand to get him some clothes. "I'm sure your aunt still keeps your grandfather's clothes around."
She didn't have to tell me twice. This was my grandparents' house before my aunt moved in, and I knew the layout, the contents of this house like the back of my hand. I opened the drawers, finding the shirts, the sweaters and his boxers neatly and fondly folded there as if he were still alive. Putting his tan sweater up to my nose, I could still smell his talcumy aftershave, the sweet smell of his skin embedded within the fibres. I couldn't believe how strong the smell was after 5 years. Picking out the stuff he only wore a couple of times, I hurried downstairs.
"Well..." Diana said upon my return, "He's not dying of hypothermia, but he's wounded." Her eyes were furrowed as she studied the gash running down the side of his abdomen above the blankets she'd laid over his lower half. His loincloth was laid on top of his robe, draped over a chair in the corner. "Boys never grow up - they think you put them in armour, give them a couple of swords and get them roused up for a battle recreation that they're supermen."
"Put them in loincloth, they think they're sex gods." I added.
She didn't think that was funny.
*at this point in the narrative, I'd LOVE to give you some medical detail, but you'll have to bear with me for a while*
"Hospital?" I suggested.
She shook her head. "Since it's not a fatal wound, I'd rather we treat him here than take him to the hospital." I nodded, the road conditions were just as dicey.
"Go and fetch my first aid kit from the car."
"You think you're equipped enough to treat this?" I asked incredulously, at which point she tweaked her sparrow-eyes at me over her glasses as if I'd said the daftest thing.
"Like a boy-scout. Now March!"
*again, you'll have to imagine that I'm taking you through the proper medical procedure to dress open wounds and that Diana is handling the whole situation with duress and capability*
"Well, Eva, it's not every day you have a handsome guy collapsed in your backyard." she said later after we'd lain him in my bedroom. The flippancy with which she said it considering the situation made me laugh. She smiled a little bit at her own joke before she got all serious again. "Until he wakes up, there's nothing for you to do but take care of him. I'll phone the authorities and give them a description of your friend here. See if anybody of his description is missing, you know? You have the keys to your grandfather's workshop, don't you?"
I nodded. "You're suggesting I put his sword and armour out there?"
"Oh, MOST CERTAINLY!" She placed a familiar hand on my back. "I hate leaving you, but I've got Lily's kids to take care of and she's..." she rubbed her temples as if trying not to say the word. "Sick. For now. All the same, I'd be..." she stopped as she pondered over a suitable word.
"Remiss." I supplied.
"Remiss if I didn't make sure everything with you was taken care of. Your aunt would kill me."
I smiled. "Thank you for helping me." I replied with genuine feeling. "I know how much of an ordeal it's been for you worrying and taking care of Lily." SHe surprised me with a hug, and we stood there holding each other as if we were blood.
"I know the pain your aunt and you have been through, Eva. It's the least I could do." she whispered poignantly into my ear.
I didn't like talking about 'pain' that much, but it felt comforting to acknowledge it was there. After a few minutes, however, we both started to get uncomfortable with the sudden 'intimacy' and drew away. She *ahemed* again and said it was time for her to be on her way.
"You know my number." she called out the car window, waving a small hand before she ambled up the driveway.
***
I should have known a guy encased in authentic armour, traditional Japanese costume and a possibly Satanic symbol tattooed to his forehead would be the near-death of me.
I had found him the morning before.
After cramming the fireplace with as much firewood as possible and turning the gas-heater up, I huddled by the window glaring maliciously out at the tranquil aftermath of the mother of all ice-storms in Ontarian history. As a result of the ice-storm, all the electricity in my boonie-ville area was out. Not to mention, the rest of southern ontario. I'd been visited by the few concerned neighbours brave enough to drive out on the road, but other than that I was alone.
Despite the blackout, I felt strangely accomplished after boiling a pot of water over the fire.
"And didn't even set the house on fire." I said aloud to myself, allowing a big laugh to fill the empty house. Suddenly I heard the dog barking at the door. With a groan, I realized it wanted to be let out for a "widdle" as my aunt put it. I caught my form in the mirror as I waddled past it bundled in sweaters and blankets. I looked like a beached whale.
Waddling down the stairs, I was surprised at the desperation with which the dog clawed at the front door.
"Wow, you must be desperate." I muttered amused, wincing at the iciness of the doorknob as I let it out.
But even then it stood chest deep in the snow, barking and barking at something off in the distance. It would then jump up and down impatiently, looking back at me frequently as if it was asking me something. Or looking at me like I was a fool for not understanding.
"Stop being an idiot and get in here!!" I yelled through the window, feeling my toes go numb from the cold. My breath was smoking in the air just standing in the foyer.
It still kept barking as if it was spooked. I started getting spooked too, recalling all those urban legends I'd heard about in my youth about secluded cabins and men with hooks for hands. I was a single white female with nothing but a dog for company taking care of her aunt's house for a week while she was off to Cuba. Is this the part where the phone rings, I pick it up and find out that the person on the other end of the line is calling from somewhere else in the house?
I knew I was being stupid, but when the dog bolted off into the sublime nothingness I started panicking.
"SHit shit shit!!" Don't leave me alone with my crazy imagination!!! I hurled the blankets off me in a panic, ripped the parka off the coat-rack, stuffed my face into a baklava and trudged out after it.
I couldn't believe the dog could move so fucking fast in the snow that went higher than my knees! It was determined to get at whatever it was barking at. Doggedly determined.
Sorry for the pun.
It was sniffing at a mound of snow, digging, whining, looking back at me with its pleading eyes.
"What have you found, dog?" I mumbled to it, bending over and digging. The desperate urgency with which it was acting raised my hackles to the point that I wasn't too surprised when I found a hand.
Unsettled, horrified and slightly nauseous perhaps, but not too surprised.
Judging by the long white hair and the white robe, I thought the face-down figure in the snow was an old woman. A huge, Amazon-like old woman. Was she somebody's grandmother who wandered out here in the middle of the night? I struggled with 'her' six-foot five frame as if I was trying to lift the rock of gibraltar. After half an hour of huffing and puffing, I'd realized I'd only moved her 5 inches. Deeper. It was about then that help arrived. I yelled ecstatically, pumping my arms into the air at the sight of my aunt's friend waddling through the snow towards me. It was still a struggle, but between the two of us we managed to get her into the house.
It was then that I realized 'she' was a man. Despite the fact that he'd been buried out there in the snow, he only looked as if he was in a deep sleep. I was slightly intrigued by his tatoos, but after you've walked down Bloor Street in Toronto, they seemed like nothing out of the ordinary.
Out of all my aunt's friends, I'd never usually taken to Diana. Her aloofness sometimes verged on rudeness, and her absorption with talking about her family 'pedigree' every time we met somewhat elitist. But I'd never felt more relieved to be in her company in all my life. Even though she was retired, she was a nurse to the core.
We undressed him up to the point where he was down to his loincloth. I kind of giggled. Loincloth. This guy really takes medieval roleplaying to the nth degree. I hadn't realized my eyes were fixated on this fact when Diana *ahemed* and strategically sent me on an errand to get him some clothes. "I'm sure your aunt still keeps your grandfather's clothes around."
She didn't have to tell me twice. This was my grandparents' house before my aunt moved in, and I knew the layout, the contents of this house like the back of my hand. I opened the drawers, finding the shirts, the sweaters and his boxers neatly and fondly folded there as if he were still alive. Putting his tan sweater up to my nose, I could still smell his talcumy aftershave, the sweet smell of his skin embedded within the fibres. I couldn't believe how strong the smell was after 5 years. Picking out the stuff he only wore a couple of times, I hurried downstairs.
"Well..." Diana said upon my return, "He's not dying of hypothermia, but he's wounded." Her eyes were furrowed as she studied the gash running down the side of his abdomen above the blankets she'd laid over his lower half. His loincloth was laid on top of his robe, draped over a chair in the corner. "Boys never grow up - they think you put them in armour, give them a couple of swords and get them roused up for a battle recreation that they're supermen."
"Put them in loincloth, they think they're sex gods." I added.
She didn't think that was funny.
*at this point in the narrative, I'd LOVE to give you some medical detail, but you'll have to bear with me for a while*
"Hospital?" I suggested.
She shook her head. "Since it's not a fatal wound, I'd rather we treat him here than take him to the hospital." I nodded, the road conditions were just as dicey.
"Go and fetch my first aid kit from the car."
"You think you're equipped enough to treat this?" I asked incredulously, at which point she tweaked her sparrow-eyes at me over her glasses as if I'd said the daftest thing.
"Like a boy-scout. Now March!"
*again, you'll have to imagine that I'm taking you through the proper medical procedure to dress open wounds and that Diana is handling the whole situation with duress and capability*
"Well, Eva, it's not every day you have a handsome guy collapsed in your backyard." she said later after we'd lain him in my bedroom. The flippancy with which she said it considering the situation made me laugh. She smiled a little bit at her own joke before she got all serious again. "Until he wakes up, there's nothing for you to do but take care of him. I'll phone the authorities and give them a description of your friend here. See if anybody of his description is missing, you know? You have the keys to your grandfather's workshop, don't you?"
I nodded. "You're suggesting I put his sword and armour out there?"
"Oh, MOST CERTAINLY!" She placed a familiar hand on my back. "I hate leaving you, but I've got Lily's kids to take care of and she's..." she rubbed her temples as if trying not to say the word. "Sick. For now. All the same, I'd be..." she stopped as she pondered over a suitable word.
"Remiss." I supplied.
"Remiss if I didn't make sure everything with you was taken care of. Your aunt would kill me."
I smiled. "Thank you for helping me." I replied with genuine feeling. "I know how much of an ordeal it's been for you worrying and taking care of Lily." SHe surprised me with a hug, and we stood there holding each other as if we were blood.
"I know the pain your aunt and you have been through, Eva. It's the least I could do." she whispered poignantly into my ear.
I didn't like talking about 'pain' that much, but it felt comforting to acknowledge it was there. After a few minutes, however, we both started to get uncomfortable with the sudden 'intimacy' and drew away. She *ahemed* again and said it was time for her to be on her way.
"You know my number." she called out the car window, waving a small hand before she ambled up the driveway.