InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: donatella 
Short and sweet chapter where Sesshomaru does more than his father requested.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 841 | Status: Work In Progress
Short and sweet chapter where Sesshomaru does more than his father requested.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 841 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter Four
Sesshomaru may have been asleep, but the slightest change in scent or sound was enough to wake him to full attention. He was awake now tracking with all his senses a demon only a few feet away hiding in the brush. More than a few demons had ventured into the vicinity as they rested, seemingly interested in the sweet-smelling hanyou, but they kept their distance with the powerful older brother watching over him - Sesshomaru sensed every one of them. He was starting to understand the fascination they held for Inuyasha - it was his scent. The scent of a ripe female ready to be taken was driving them crazy, of course, only weak, low-level demons had no control over themselves, Sesshomaru however, was immune to such things and even if he weren’t, he’d never stoop to such base desires.
Sesshomaru glanced over at his brother who had started to whimper in his sleep. It was nice while he was quiet, but the crying was unsettling. He’d never seen Inuyasha like this before not even when he was a small child all alone. He would always put on a brave face even when he was scared out of his mind, and he never cried, at least not that he knew of.
As Inuyasha’s crying turned into full out blubbering, Sesshomaru decided to wake him from his nightmare - better than listening to this.
“Inuyasha,” he called softly which did no good at all, so tried again, “Inuyasha, wake up.”
“No,” was the unreasonable response he got, so he picked up the bundle of little brother and set him in his lap to try to calm him. He probably shouldn’t have left him on the cold ground anyway; he was shivering and feverish. He wrapped his long, luxurious fur around the boy and held him close to warm him up, and passed the time by combing his brother’s tangled mats of hair with his fingers.
Yes, this will make a good project as he waited. Sesshomaru had a small obsession with hair, and it was one thing he insisted on that Rin allow him to keep her human tresses neat and clean.
He got to work; at least on the one side of his head he could reach, he would have to turn him around later so he can get to the other half of his head. He wound up slicing through big knots and trimming split ends with his sharp claws - when Sesshomaru takes on a task he strives for perfection, and he managed to get the one side looking very smooth and manageable; he even styled Inuyasha’s bangs so they would no longer hang in his eyes.
However, now that he was done and Inuyasha was quiet, he contemplated shifting him around so he could comb the rest of his hair. The problem was he didn’t want to disturb all that quiet - it was risky. He sat there for about ten minutes of blissful silence when he could finally take it no more - he simply had to get to the rest of that matted hair - so he very gently turned Inuyasha around to rest his now perfect half of head on his opposite shoulder and got back to work. He was surprised he was able to do that without waking him and pleased with himself that he still had a good hour of project left while he let his little brother sleep.
‘Father would be so pleased‘, he thought as he worked. Not only did he do what was asked of him, i.e., save his little brother‘s life, but he cleaned him, protected him while he healed, fixed his hair, and even allowed the little brat to sleep in his arms! What more could a little brother ask for? “Now maybe father will finally realize that I’m not as cold-hearted as he’d always believed.’
Just as Sesshomaru was putting the finishing touches on Inuyasha’s bangs, he noticed the whimpering starting up again. He completed the final cut and held his brother a little tighter. He was still trembling, and clenching his fists around Sesshomaru’s kimono again. The whimpering turned into long, painful sounding sobs that hurt to listen to, even for the icy Sesshomaru who could feel a definite discomfort deep in his chest, but he didn’t know what else he could do for Inuyasha. He unclenched one of the hands from his clothing and smoothed it flat on his chest noticing again his brother’s de-clawing.
“How cruel,” he said in his softest voice, but instead of anger, this time he felt sorrow, actual sorrow for his little brother. It was an emotion he hadn’t felt since Rin died in the netherworld and he thought he had lost her forever. He bowed his head down to touch his brother’s forehead with his lips and quietly spoke to him: “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner, little brother. You’re safe now. No one will harm you while you sleep,” and he heard a small sigh come from Inuyasha before he quieted once again.
He did it. He was able to comfort Inuyasha enough to send him back into a peaceful sleep. He was getting quite good at this and was very pleased with himself. Even the normal disgust he held for the hanyou was kept easily at bay and he was able to take good care of his little brother in his time of need. Yes, he was quite proud of himself indeed. He just had to keep this up for another day or so until Inuyasha was all healed; and then maybe he’ll go visit Rin in the human village - he’s been meaning to give her that new pair of shoes he finally got for her.
He settled in for what he was sure to be a long wait until his brother woke. The sun would be up soon, but for now the stars were bright and the moon full, so he sat patiently stroking his little brothers perfectly coifed hair and gazed at the night sky.
To be continued…
Chapter Four
Sesshomaru may have been asleep, but the slightest change in scent or sound was enough to wake him to full attention. He was awake now tracking with all his senses a demon only a few feet away hiding in the brush. More than a few demons had ventured into the vicinity as they rested, seemingly interested in the sweet-smelling hanyou, but they kept their distance with the powerful older brother watching over him - Sesshomaru sensed every one of them. He was starting to understand the fascination they held for Inuyasha - it was his scent. The scent of a ripe female ready to be taken was driving them crazy, of course, only weak, low-level demons had no control over themselves, Sesshomaru however, was immune to such things and even if he weren’t, he’d never stoop to such base desires.
Sesshomaru glanced over at his brother who had started to whimper in his sleep. It was nice while he was quiet, but the crying was unsettling. He’d never seen Inuyasha like this before not even when he was a small child all alone. He would always put on a brave face even when he was scared out of his mind, and he never cried, at least not that he knew of.
As Inuyasha’s crying turned into full out blubbering, Sesshomaru decided to wake him from his nightmare - better than listening to this.
“Inuyasha,” he called softly which did no good at all, so tried again, “Inuyasha, wake up.”
“No,” was the unreasonable response he got, so he picked up the bundle of little brother and set him in his lap to try to calm him. He probably shouldn’t have left him on the cold ground anyway; he was shivering and feverish. He wrapped his long, luxurious fur around the boy and held him close to warm him up, and passed the time by combing his brother’s tangled mats of hair with his fingers.
Yes, this will make a good project as he waited. Sesshomaru had a small obsession with hair, and it was one thing he insisted on that Rin allow him to keep her human tresses neat and clean.
He got to work; at least on the one side of his head he could reach, he would have to turn him around later so he can get to the other half of his head. He wound up slicing through big knots and trimming split ends with his sharp claws - when Sesshomaru takes on a task he strives for perfection, and he managed to get the one side looking very smooth and manageable; he even styled Inuyasha’s bangs so they would no longer hang in his eyes.
However, now that he was done and Inuyasha was quiet, he contemplated shifting him around so he could comb the rest of his hair. The problem was he didn’t want to disturb all that quiet - it was risky. He sat there for about ten minutes of blissful silence when he could finally take it no more - he simply had to get to the rest of that matted hair - so he very gently turned Inuyasha around to rest his now perfect half of head on his opposite shoulder and got back to work. He was surprised he was able to do that without waking him and pleased with himself that he still had a good hour of project left while he let his little brother sleep.
‘Father would be so pleased‘, he thought as he worked. Not only did he do what was asked of him, i.e., save his little brother‘s life, but he cleaned him, protected him while he healed, fixed his hair, and even allowed the little brat to sleep in his arms! What more could a little brother ask for? “Now maybe father will finally realize that I’m not as cold-hearted as he’d always believed.’
Just as Sesshomaru was putting the finishing touches on Inuyasha’s bangs, he noticed the whimpering starting up again. He completed the final cut and held his brother a little tighter. He was still trembling, and clenching his fists around Sesshomaru’s kimono again. The whimpering turned into long, painful sounding sobs that hurt to listen to, even for the icy Sesshomaru who could feel a definite discomfort deep in his chest, but he didn’t know what else he could do for Inuyasha. He unclenched one of the hands from his clothing and smoothed it flat on his chest noticing again his brother’s de-clawing.
“How cruel,” he said in his softest voice, but instead of anger, this time he felt sorrow, actual sorrow for his little brother. It was an emotion he hadn’t felt since Rin died in the netherworld and he thought he had lost her forever. He bowed his head down to touch his brother’s forehead with his lips and quietly spoke to him: “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner, little brother. You’re safe now. No one will harm you while you sleep,” and he heard a small sigh come from Inuyasha before he quieted once again.
He did it. He was able to comfort Inuyasha enough to send him back into a peaceful sleep. He was getting quite good at this and was very pleased with himself. Even the normal disgust he held for the hanyou was kept easily at bay and he was able to take good care of his little brother in his time of need. Yes, he was quite proud of himself indeed. He just had to keep this up for another day or so until Inuyasha was all healed; and then maybe he’ll go visit Rin in the human village - he’s been meaning to give her that new pair of shoes he finally got for her.
He settled in for what he was sure to be a long wait until his brother woke. The sun would be up soon, but for now the stars were bright and the moon full, so he sat patiently stroking his little brothers perfectly coifed hair and gazed at the night sky.
To be continued…