InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stranger In My Bed ❯ Chapter 10
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Yoshimi Evangelina 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 513 | Visits: 270 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 513 | Visits: 270 | Status: Completed
I can’t hold myself up. I’m shaking and all I can say is “It’s all my fault... it’s all my fault...”
He holds me as I heave everything in my pathetic body into the toilet. I’m sobbing, inhaling the acrid bits of food into my nostrils and throwing up all over again until there’s nothing but bile left.
He slowly takes my clothes off and helps me into the shower. Realizing I can’t stand up, he lowers me to the bottom of it and rubs the blood off from my hands. I’m sobbing uncontrollably, saying unintelligible sentences. Just when I think I’ve nothing left to cry, my mother’s face comes up into my mind again and I begin to cry all over again. I feel his arms enclose me, his hand cupping my head against his chest.
Lifting me from the bathtub, he dries me down with a towel. His eyes are wells of sorrow as deep as mine.
He holds me in my sleep. Cradling me. He calms me when I wake up in the night startled, yelling out her name.
“I have no right to live...” I start to say before he starts to shake me.
“Don’t dishonor yourself!” he grates out, his eyes bright flaming orbs glaring into mine. “Your self-pity will not serve us anything but defeat!”
“I’m sorry...”
“So you have said before.” he says, still agitated. He looks at me for a long long while.
“What is it?” I hiccup into his chest, scratching my nails gently against the grains of his sweater.
He says nothing, stilling the movement of my hand with his. For once, he seems uncertain about what he’s going to say next. “You should sleep, Eva-san.”
“Is Jack coming?” I ask him feebly. GOD it takes me so much energy to say anything right now.
“Everybody will come.” he says ominously. His rage fills him like molten lava, making him seem larger than life. I feel the fury of the Gods enclosed in a body too small for it.
It gives me renewed strength.
I hug him fiercely, holding him to me as if life depended on it. Instead of pushing me away, he yields to it, feeding his strength into me through the virtue of contact. Locked together, we’re equally matched, equally strong and equally weak as each other in this moment.
There is no “I” or “You”.
I can see it in his eyes as we part to look at each other. He clutches the back of my head in his hand and grounds his lips into mine in a fierce kiss.
“Sesshoumaru-sama...” I start to say...
“Call me by my name.” he says harshly, biting into my lip. “You have the right to claim me as your equal.”
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He holds me as I heave everything in my pathetic body into the toilet. I’m sobbing, inhaling the acrid bits of food into my nostrils and throwing up all over again until there’s nothing but bile left.
He slowly takes my clothes off and helps me into the shower. Realizing I can’t stand up, he lowers me to the bottom of it and rubs the blood off from my hands. I’m sobbing uncontrollably, saying unintelligible sentences. Just when I think I’ve nothing left to cry, my mother’s face comes up into my mind again and I begin to cry all over again. I feel his arms enclose me, his hand cupping my head against his chest.
Lifting me from the bathtub, he dries me down with a towel. His eyes are wells of sorrow as deep as mine.
He holds me in my sleep. Cradling me. He calms me when I wake up in the night startled, yelling out her name.
“I have no right to live...” I start to say before he starts to shake me.
“Don’t dishonor yourself!” he grates out, his eyes bright flaming orbs glaring into mine. “Your self-pity will not serve us anything but defeat!”
“I’m sorry...”
“So you have said before.” he says, still agitated. He looks at me for a long long while.
“What is it?” I hiccup into his chest, scratching my nails gently against the grains of his sweater.
He says nothing, stilling the movement of my hand with his. For once, he seems uncertain about what he’s going to say next. “You should sleep, Eva-san.”
“Is Jack coming?” I ask him feebly. GOD it takes me so much energy to say anything right now.
“Everybody will come.” he says ominously. His rage fills him like molten lava, making him seem larger than life. I feel the fury of the Gods enclosed in a body too small for it.
It gives me renewed strength.
I hug him fiercely, holding him to me as if life depended on it. Instead of pushing me away, he yields to it, feeding his strength into me through the virtue of contact. Locked together, we’re equally matched, equally strong and equally weak as each other in this moment.
There is no “I” or “You”.
I can see it in his eyes as we part to look at each other. He clutches the back of my head in his hand and grounds his lips into mine in a fierce kiss.
“Sesshoumaru-sama...” I start to say...
“Call me by my name.” he says harshly, biting into my lip. “You have the right to claim me as your equal.”
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