InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )
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By: donatella 
Inuyasha finally awakens!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.25.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 756 | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha finally awakens!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.25.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 756 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Inu Yasha and its characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise. I make no profit from this fiction. All original characters and story are owned by Donatella D.
Chapter Eight
“Good morning, Lord Sesshomaru,” was his wakeup call. He opened his eyes and saw Rin standing there with a big smile and a hot cup of tea held out to him. Then he realized he had practically been cuddling with Inuyasha all night -- something Rin didn’t need to see -- and he quickly sat up and took the cup Rin was offering.
“Did you sleep well, Rin?” He said as he sipped.
“Yes,” she said still smiling and held out another cup, “This one is for Master Inuyasha, but Lady Kaede told me not to wake him.”
“I will give it to him,” he said as he took the other cup and set it down beside him.
“It has medicine in it for him which he needs to take twice a day,” she said, and then went back to her chores.
He watched her go and thought of how much joy she brought to his life. The most important thing to him in the whole world was that little, human girl and he would do anything for her to keep her happy and safe.
What she wanted was to be with him; he knew that would make her happy, but he had no proper place where she could be with him, which was partly why she was staying here. Perhaps he should have his own home where he could take care of both Inuyasha and Rin.
Wait! What was he thinking? What was in his tea? The last thing he wanted to do was to play house with a child and his brother; and of course, Jaken would have to be a part of this household, as well. The thought made him cringe.
“Lord Sesshomaru, ye should read this book the doctor left,” Kaede thankfully roused him from his thoughts, “It explains much about Inuyasha’s condition and care.”
Yes, something to read will take his mind off these sick thoughts. “Thank you, priestess.” He took the book from her and began to flip through its pages. It appears the doctor has written this himself; no wonder he’s giving out copies.
“Lord Sesshomaru, Lady Kaede and I are going to gather herbs for Inuyasha’s medicine now. Be back later.” Rin stated as they left the hut.
“Are they gone?” Inuyasha asked, peeking out from under the blanket.
“How long have you been feigning sleep?” Sesshomaru asked, keeping his eyes on the book in his lap.
“Not long. I just didn’t feel like talking to anyone.”
“This is for you -- drink it.” Sesshomaru passed him the waiting cup Rin clearly instructed for Inuyasha to drink.
“It stinks. What is it?”
“Medicine. You get it twice a day, so get used to it.”
“I don’t need any medicine,” and he put the cup down.
“If you don’t pick up that cup and drink it, I will force it down your throat, Inuyasha.”
“Fine, but it still stinks like shit,” and he downed his medicine, which almost brought a smirk to Sesshomaru’s lips when he saw the disgusted face Inuyasha made.
“It’s good to hear you can still use that foul mouth of yours; you must be feeling much better today.”
“I guess,” he said as he threw off his blanket. “Hey! Where’s my clothes?!” And he threw the blanket back on. “You pervert, what’d you do with my clothes?!”
“You cannot be serious, little brother. Your clothes were torn to shreds, and not by me.”
Inuyasha was still. He sat remembering what had happened to him and how Sesshomaru had saved him from it.
“I managed to find some of the pieces to your fire-rat robe,” Sesshomaru said as he produced them from within his kimono and handed them to Inuyasha.
Inuyasha looked at the remnants of his robe, “These were my only clothes -- the only thing I had.”
“You still have tetsusaiga; it’s lying next to you.”
He touched his sword and put what was left of his fire-rat robe next to it. The robe won’t repair itself without the rest of it, then again, if his tetsusaiga won’t transform, then his robe probably won’t work either. He tried real hard not to shed a tear for his clothes, that would just be too silly, especially in front of his brother, but he couldn’t help feeling sad about it, sad about everything really. He dropped his head in sorrow and let his tears flow covering his face with his hands.
“We will get you new clothes, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for him and tried his best to make him feel better, but he wasn’t very good at this. Not a man of many words, he instead put his arm around his little brother and let him cry it out. He has been through a lot, Sesshomaru thought, and he doesn’t even yet know the best part. This was going to be difficult. “I will go back and find the rest of your fire-rat robe so it can repair itself.”
Inuyasha shook his head, “It doesn’t matter -- it won’t repair itself, just like tetsusaiga won’t transform anymore,” he said through his tears.
“Little brother, there are things we need to talk about.”
“You mean about how I’ve lost all my power and can’t even fight off one measly cat demon anymore?”
“You haven’t lost your power, it will come back.”
Inuyasha popped his head up and those giant, golden eyes looked at his big brother with such hope, “Really?” He sniffed, “So, this is just temporary?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. If he lived, then his power would, in fact return, and it seemed to make him feel a little better.
“Your powers are still there, they are merely busy doing other things.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I am trying to tell you if you’d let me speak.” Sesshomaru’s compassion was fighting with his patients. He took a deep breath and tried to continue.
“Fine.” Inuyasha huffed, and without thinking, he laid his head on Sesshomaru’s shoulder making himself comfortable. He seemed to think nothing of the gesture, but Sesshomaru found it a bit odd, if not awkward.
“Inuyasha, those two miko’s you used to wander around with, I had always been under the impression you were romantically involved with them, but you were not, were you?”
“I don’t like where this conversation is going. What’s your point?”
“You are in this condition, little brother, because you are still a virgin.” That made Inuyasha start to fidget. “Less understandable, is that you have never masturbated. Explain how this is possible.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What business is that of yours?”
“It is all very much my business. It seems, little brother, that you have chosen me as your mate, and I wish to know why?”
“What?! I don’t want you as my mate?! You’re a guy! And you’re my brother!! That’s disgusting!!”
“Nonetheless, you have chosen me and it seems I have little choice in the matter -- unless I choose to let you die, that is.”
“I don’t understand… How can that be? I never chose anything!”
“You were not aware of your choosing. It was your body that chose.”
“I don’t think I want to talk about this anymore.”
“You will talk about it whether you want to, or not. I have no desire to take you as my mate, so if you want to live you will answer my question.”
“So I’ll die if you’re not my mate? That makes no sense! How do you know all this anyway?”
“There was a doctor here to examine you. He left us this book, which explains a lot about your condition. I suggest you read it.” He laid the heavy book on Inuyasha’s lap expecting him to shut up and start reading, but he just opened to the first page, glanced at it for a minute and then closed it.
“I can’t read this,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t have all the fancy schooling you did,” he spat. “I don’t know most of these kanji.”
Sesshomaru actually rolled his eyes and took the book back; he opened it and started to read to Inuyasha. He didn’t get through two pages when he noticed Inuyasha -- not known for his long attention span -- fast asleep in his arms. He didn’t stop reading; he just continued to read to himself not wanting to disturb Inuyasha, because a sleeping Inuyasha was definitely preferable to an awake one.
How can one person sleep so much, he wondered. He’ll have to read the rest of the book himself and then explain it all to his brother, that is, if he even cared to hear it. He didn’t seem very interested in knowing all the details.
After his eyes started to tire, Sesshomaru closed the book - quietly - and put it aside. Looking down at his brother’s hair, he noticed knots starting to form again where Inuyasha had been lying on it -- and after all his hard work too. So, he combed his fingers through the long, silver strands again to smooth it out, and found how effective it was at calming his frazzled nerves. It also had the added benefit of putting Inuyasha into an even deeper sleep, as he hugged his newfound favorite pillow, Sesshomaru, around his chest and sighed happily.
To be continued…
Chapter Eight
“Good morning, Lord Sesshomaru,” was his wakeup call. He opened his eyes and saw Rin standing there with a big smile and a hot cup of tea held out to him. Then he realized he had practically been cuddling with Inuyasha all night -- something Rin didn’t need to see -- and he quickly sat up and took the cup Rin was offering.
“Did you sleep well, Rin?” He said as he sipped.
“Yes,” she said still smiling and held out another cup, “This one is for Master Inuyasha, but Lady Kaede told me not to wake him.”
“I will give it to him,” he said as he took the other cup and set it down beside him.
“It has medicine in it for him which he needs to take twice a day,” she said, and then went back to her chores.
He watched her go and thought of how much joy she brought to his life. The most important thing to him in the whole world was that little, human girl and he would do anything for her to keep her happy and safe.
What she wanted was to be with him; he knew that would make her happy, but he had no proper place where she could be with him, which was partly why she was staying here. Perhaps he should have his own home where he could take care of both Inuyasha and Rin.
Wait! What was he thinking? What was in his tea? The last thing he wanted to do was to play house with a child and his brother; and of course, Jaken would have to be a part of this household, as well. The thought made him cringe.
“Lord Sesshomaru, ye should read this book the doctor left,” Kaede thankfully roused him from his thoughts, “It explains much about Inuyasha’s condition and care.”
Yes, something to read will take his mind off these sick thoughts. “Thank you, priestess.” He took the book from her and began to flip through its pages. It appears the doctor has written this himself; no wonder he’s giving out copies.
“Lord Sesshomaru, Lady Kaede and I are going to gather herbs for Inuyasha’s medicine now. Be back later.” Rin stated as they left the hut.
“Are they gone?” Inuyasha asked, peeking out from under the blanket.
“How long have you been feigning sleep?” Sesshomaru asked, keeping his eyes on the book in his lap.
“Not long. I just didn’t feel like talking to anyone.”
“This is for you -- drink it.” Sesshomaru passed him the waiting cup Rin clearly instructed for Inuyasha to drink.
“It stinks. What is it?”
“Medicine. You get it twice a day, so get used to it.”
“I don’t need any medicine,” and he put the cup down.
“If you don’t pick up that cup and drink it, I will force it down your throat, Inuyasha.”
“Fine, but it still stinks like shit,” and he downed his medicine, which almost brought a smirk to Sesshomaru’s lips when he saw the disgusted face Inuyasha made.
“It’s good to hear you can still use that foul mouth of yours; you must be feeling much better today.”
“I guess,” he said as he threw off his blanket. “Hey! Where’s my clothes?!” And he threw the blanket back on. “You pervert, what’d you do with my clothes?!”
“You cannot be serious, little brother. Your clothes were torn to shreds, and not by me.”
Inuyasha was still. He sat remembering what had happened to him and how Sesshomaru had saved him from it.
“I managed to find some of the pieces to your fire-rat robe,” Sesshomaru said as he produced them from within his kimono and handed them to Inuyasha.
Inuyasha looked at the remnants of his robe, “These were my only clothes -- the only thing I had.”
“You still have tetsusaiga; it’s lying next to you.”
He touched his sword and put what was left of his fire-rat robe next to it. The robe won’t repair itself without the rest of it, then again, if his tetsusaiga won’t transform, then his robe probably won’t work either. He tried real hard not to shed a tear for his clothes, that would just be too silly, especially in front of his brother, but he couldn’t help feeling sad about it, sad about everything really. He dropped his head in sorrow and let his tears flow covering his face with his hands.
“We will get you new clothes, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for him and tried his best to make him feel better, but he wasn’t very good at this. Not a man of many words, he instead put his arm around his little brother and let him cry it out. He has been through a lot, Sesshomaru thought, and he doesn’t even yet know the best part. This was going to be difficult. “I will go back and find the rest of your fire-rat robe so it can repair itself.”
Inuyasha shook his head, “It doesn’t matter -- it won’t repair itself, just like tetsusaiga won’t transform anymore,” he said through his tears.
“Little brother, there are things we need to talk about.”
“You mean about how I’ve lost all my power and can’t even fight off one measly cat demon anymore?”
“You haven’t lost your power, it will come back.”
Inuyasha popped his head up and those giant, golden eyes looked at his big brother with such hope, “Really?” He sniffed, “So, this is just temporary?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. If he lived, then his power would, in fact return, and it seemed to make him feel a little better.
“Your powers are still there, they are merely busy doing other things.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I am trying to tell you if you’d let me speak.” Sesshomaru’s compassion was fighting with his patients. He took a deep breath and tried to continue.
“Fine.” Inuyasha huffed, and without thinking, he laid his head on Sesshomaru’s shoulder making himself comfortable. He seemed to think nothing of the gesture, but Sesshomaru found it a bit odd, if not awkward.
“Inuyasha, those two miko’s you used to wander around with, I had always been under the impression you were romantically involved with them, but you were not, were you?”
“I don’t like where this conversation is going. What’s your point?”
“You are in this condition, little brother, because you are still a virgin.” That made Inuyasha start to fidget. “Less understandable, is that you have never masturbated. Explain how this is possible.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What business is that of yours?”
“It is all very much my business. It seems, little brother, that you have chosen me as your mate, and I wish to know why?”
“What?! I don’t want you as my mate?! You’re a guy! And you’re my brother!! That’s disgusting!!”
“Nonetheless, you have chosen me and it seems I have little choice in the matter -- unless I choose to let you die, that is.”
“I don’t understand… How can that be? I never chose anything!”
“You were not aware of your choosing. It was your body that chose.”
“I don’t think I want to talk about this anymore.”
“You will talk about it whether you want to, or not. I have no desire to take you as my mate, so if you want to live you will answer my question.”
“So I’ll die if you’re not my mate? That makes no sense! How do you know all this anyway?”
“There was a doctor here to examine you. He left us this book, which explains a lot about your condition. I suggest you read it.” He laid the heavy book on Inuyasha’s lap expecting him to shut up and start reading, but he just opened to the first page, glanced at it for a minute and then closed it.
“I can’t read this,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t have all the fancy schooling you did,” he spat. “I don’t know most of these kanji.”
Sesshomaru actually rolled his eyes and took the book back; he opened it and started to read to Inuyasha. He didn’t get through two pages when he noticed Inuyasha -- not known for his long attention span -- fast asleep in his arms. He didn’t stop reading; he just continued to read to himself not wanting to disturb Inuyasha, because a sleeping Inuyasha was definitely preferable to an awake one.
How can one person sleep so much, he wondered. He’ll have to read the rest of the book himself and then explain it all to his brother, that is, if he even cared to hear it. He didn’t seem very interested in knowing all the details.
After his eyes started to tire, Sesshomaru closed the book - quietly - and put it aside. Looking down at his brother’s hair, he noticed knots starting to form again where Inuyasha had been lying on it -- and after all his hard work too. So, he combed his fingers through the long, silver strands again to smooth it out, and found how effective it was at calming his frazzled nerves. It also had the added benefit of putting Inuyasha into an even deeper sleep, as he hugged his newfound favorite pillow, Sesshomaru, around his chest and sighed happily.
To be continued…