InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: donatella 
Sesshomaru finally finds Inuyasha in horrible shape -- will he help him?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshomaru finally finds Inuyasha in horrible shape -- will he help him?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter Three
Inuyasha awakened to the sound of a grunting demon somewhere behind him and the pain of the never-ending pounding to his ass. His arms had gone numb from being pulled so tightly above his head and the cold rock beneath him had become wet with his blood and sweat. It was getting hard for him to breathe with his now broken ribs in his chest - his body can take only so much abuse before it breaks. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and tried to will himself back into the darkness of unconsciousness but failed; he was pretty sure he was still awake and his sobs came uncontrollably.
He didn’t know how long he’d been there, or how many demons had had their way with him; he only hoped it would all be over soon. Maybe if he were patient enough one of the bastards would kill him and put an end to his torture. He kept his eyes shut tight and tried to hold in his cries, and he just waited, waited for something to happen, anything would be welcome at this point, any interruption at all. If he could just hold on a little longer, just get through the next few seconds - another minute and he’ll be okay; he could even do another hour if he had to. It was only pain after all; it’ll all be over soon.
The demon who was so recently pounding him must have finished because he could no longer feel himself moving along the stone - ‘maybe they’ll let me go now’, he thought, his mind barely comprehending his situation anymore. He felt something at his wrists and heard the sound of chains clanking together. They weren’t letting him free; they were going to kill him now. No, maybe they were just going to start raping him all over again - No! His frantic mind tried to think of the possibilities and the panic rose again and showed itself as screams and cries of “No!”
But his hands were free, covered in blood and shaky, but free and he could move them too if only they weren’t so numb. Then he felt a warm cloth blanketing his cold body, and then he heard a voice calling his name, but he was too afraid to open his eyes; at this point, he didn’t want to see the faces of his torturers. Now hands were touching him again and he couldn’t stand it anymore, so he did his best to shove the hands away as he yelled, “Get your fucking hands off me, bastard!!”
“Inuyasha,” the voice was calm, yet strong, and a little familiar. “Inuyasha,” he heard again, and he dared to glance up through his blood stained hair at the face calling his name.
“Sesshomaru?” He cried softly through his tears and uncontrollably broke down in front of his big brother, something he never thought he would ever do. He knew if he waited long enough that something would happen, and he wasn’t going to blow his chance of being rescued now. “Help me,” he pleaded to his brother. For all he knew Sesshomaru was there for his turn with the sweet, young boy, but maybe he could get him to feel sorry for him or something, if he could just break through that icy heart of his - this was his only chance. “Please, help me,” he pleaded again, hoping he would listen. “Please… please,” he repeated over again and again through exhausted sobs.
Sesshomaru put aside his shock and horror of seeing his brother in this condition and wrapped him up in one of the cloaks he had taken from a nearby dead demon. He found some shreds of father’s fire-rat robe and tucked them into his kimono. Then searched for tetsusaiga which was lying on the ground in its old, rusted form; he picked it up by the sheath and turned his attention back to Inuyasha.
When he saw how much blood Inuyasha was covered in and how badly his body was shaking, he grabbed another cloak from a beheaded demon lying near the rock to double the layers of fabric on his brother. He scooped Inuyasha up in his arms, took one more look around to make sure every demon was indeed dead, and then headed out of the cave.
***^***
The disgusting stench of countless demons on Inuyasha’s body was so overwhelming that he decided to take his little brother to the nearest hot spring to wash him off; he had nowhere else to take him anyway, and perhaps a hot bath will calm him down. He can clean him up and watch him for a day or two until he heals, and then be done with father’s request without guilt.
The bundle he held was limp in his arms, but the pleading cries it was making was becoming unnerving. Why did Inuyasha keep asking him for help? Did he not realize he was now safe? Did he think Sesshomaru would leave him there without defending him? Did he suspect he came to the cave to rape him along with the other demons? Could he really think such a thing? They had been through so much together and yet Inuyasha still didn’t trust him, still thought so little of him. As if the great Sesshomaru were some weak, low-level demon that would stand by and watch his own brother be raped by a bunch of worms. What would father think of him if he did such a thing?
When he arrived at the hot spring, he set his brother down on the ground and tried to peel off the layers of cloth he had wrapped him in; too much blood had dried to the bottom layer sticking to Inuyasha’s wounds so he left it thinking it would be more easily removed in the water. Not bothering to undress himself except for his armor and sword, he carried Inuyasha into the hot spring and began to scrub with the now wet cloth, which was slowly un-sticking itself to the bloodied skin.
He had hoped this would make Inuyasha feel better and stop that mindless pleading, and once they were in the water he calmed to a quiet sob and then seemed to fall asleep. The water around them turned a dark, burgundy red as Sesshomaru continued to gently wash off the blood, which revealed the many cuts and bruises covering Inuyasha’s body. Getting the dried blood out of his tangled hair though was more difficult.
The whole time, Inuyasha slept with his head resting on his brother’s shoulder and his fist clenched around his kimono as if for support; and though Sesshomaru was unhappy with the blood stains imprinted on his once pristine, white clothing, he patiently unclenched the fingers one at a time till he had a full hand to submerge in the water. He found black and blue skin surrounding deep gashes around the wrist and hands and that someone had torn out the claws from his fingers. His eyes momentarily flashed red when the sight of the horrible state his brother’s hands were in brought a fierce sting of anger in him; and he thought of reviving the demons that did this to him so he could kill them all over again with a little more emphasis on pain the second time around. He felt he had killed them much too quickly in his haste when they clearly deserved so much more.
When he was finally satisfied with the wash, Sesshomaru carried his brother out of the water and sat him on the ground, discarding the wet, dirty cloth in exchange for the clean, dry one. He wrapped him up and laid him down under a big tree where Sesshomaru sat next to him and dried his own clothes. After a long day, he waited and watched as Inuyasha slept, and eventually, he dozed off himself.
To be continued…
Chapter Three
Inuyasha awakened to the sound of a grunting demon somewhere behind him and the pain of the never-ending pounding to his ass. His arms had gone numb from being pulled so tightly above his head and the cold rock beneath him had become wet with his blood and sweat. It was getting hard for him to breathe with his now broken ribs in his chest - his body can take only so much abuse before it breaks. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and tried to will himself back into the darkness of unconsciousness but failed; he was pretty sure he was still awake and his sobs came uncontrollably.
He didn’t know how long he’d been there, or how many demons had had their way with him; he only hoped it would all be over soon. Maybe if he were patient enough one of the bastards would kill him and put an end to his torture. He kept his eyes shut tight and tried to hold in his cries, and he just waited, waited for something to happen, anything would be welcome at this point, any interruption at all. If he could just hold on a little longer, just get through the next few seconds - another minute and he’ll be okay; he could even do another hour if he had to. It was only pain after all; it’ll all be over soon.
The demon who was so recently pounding him must have finished because he could no longer feel himself moving along the stone - ‘maybe they’ll let me go now’, he thought, his mind barely comprehending his situation anymore. He felt something at his wrists and heard the sound of chains clanking together. They weren’t letting him free; they were going to kill him now. No, maybe they were just going to start raping him all over again - No! His frantic mind tried to think of the possibilities and the panic rose again and showed itself as screams and cries of “No!”
But his hands were free, covered in blood and shaky, but free and he could move them too if only they weren’t so numb. Then he felt a warm cloth blanketing his cold body, and then he heard a voice calling his name, but he was too afraid to open his eyes; at this point, he didn’t want to see the faces of his torturers. Now hands were touching him again and he couldn’t stand it anymore, so he did his best to shove the hands away as he yelled, “Get your fucking hands off me, bastard!!”
“Inuyasha,” the voice was calm, yet strong, and a little familiar. “Inuyasha,” he heard again, and he dared to glance up through his blood stained hair at the face calling his name.
“Sesshomaru?” He cried softly through his tears and uncontrollably broke down in front of his big brother, something he never thought he would ever do. He knew if he waited long enough that something would happen, and he wasn’t going to blow his chance of being rescued now. “Help me,” he pleaded to his brother. For all he knew Sesshomaru was there for his turn with the sweet, young boy, but maybe he could get him to feel sorry for him or something, if he could just break through that icy heart of his - this was his only chance. “Please, help me,” he pleaded again, hoping he would listen. “Please… please,” he repeated over again and again through exhausted sobs.
Sesshomaru put aside his shock and horror of seeing his brother in this condition and wrapped him up in one of the cloaks he had taken from a nearby dead demon. He found some shreds of father’s fire-rat robe and tucked them into his kimono. Then searched for tetsusaiga which was lying on the ground in its old, rusted form; he picked it up by the sheath and turned his attention back to Inuyasha.
When he saw how much blood Inuyasha was covered in and how badly his body was shaking, he grabbed another cloak from a beheaded demon lying near the rock to double the layers of fabric on his brother. He scooped Inuyasha up in his arms, took one more look around to make sure every demon was indeed dead, and then headed out of the cave.
***^***
The disgusting stench of countless demons on Inuyasha’s body was so overwhelming that he decided to take his little brother to the nearest hot spring to wash him off; he had nowhere else to take him anyway, and perhaps a hot bath will calm him down. He can clean him up and watch him for a day or two until he heals, and then be done with father’s request without guilt.
The bundle he held was limp in his arms, but the pleading cries it was making was becoming unnerving. Why did Inuyasha keep asking him for help? Did he not realize he was now safe? Did he think Sesshomaru would leave him there without defending him? Did he suspect he came to the cave to rape him along with the other demons? Could he really think such a thing? They had been through so much together and yet Inuyasha still didn’t trust him, still thought so little of him. As if the great Sesshomaru were some weak, low-level demon that would stand by and watch his own brother be raped by a bunch of worms. What would father think of him if he did such a thing?
When he arrived at the hot spring, he set his brother down on the ground and tried to peel off the layers of cloth he had wrapped him in; too much blood had dried to the bottom layer sticking to Inuyasha’s wounds so he left it thinking it would be more easily removed in the water. Not bothering to undress himself except for his armor and sword, he carried Inuyasha into the hot spring and began to scrub with the now wet cloth, which was slowly un-sticking itself to the bloodied skin.
He had hoped this would make Inuyasha feel better and stop that mindless pleading, and once they were in the water he calmed to a quiet sob and then seemed to fall asleep. The water around them turned a dark, burgundy red as Sesshomaru continued to gently wash off the blood, which revealed the many cuts and bruises covering Inuyasha’s body. Getting the dried blood out of his tangled hair though was more difficult.
The whole time, Inuyasha slept with his head resting on his brother’s shoulder and his fist clenched around his kimono as if for support; and though Sesshomaru was unhappy with the blood stains imprinted on his once pristine, white clothing, he patiently unclenched the fingers one at a time till he had a full hand to submerge in the water. He found black and blue skin surrounding deep gashes around the wrist and hands and that someone had torn out the claws from his fingers. His eyes momentarily flashed red when the sight of the horrible state his brother’s hands were in brought a fierce sting of anger in him; and he thought of reviving the demons that did this to him so he could kill them all over again with a little more emphasis on pain the second time around. He felt he had killed them much too quickly in his haste when they clearly deserved so much more.
When he was finally satisfied with the wash, Sesshomaru carried his brother out of the water and sat him on the ground, discarding the wet, dirty cloth in exchange for the clean, dry one. He wrapped him up and laid him down under a big tree where Sesshomaru sat next to him and dried his own clothes. After a long day, he waited and watched as Inuyasha slept, and eventually, he dozed off himself.
To be continued…