InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )
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By: donatella 
Sesshomaru finds out about his own condition, as Inuyasha's worsens.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.27.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 681 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshomaru finds out about his own condition, as Inuyasha's worsens.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.27.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 681 | 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.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Thirteen
The knock at the door was a very unwelcome interruption, especially considering the smell of sex in the room permeating from him and the still sleeping lump of gorgeous flesh stuck to his torso. What if it was Rin on the other side of the door? Her young innocence would be scarred for life if she were to walk in on such a disgusting scene.
There was little he could do about it now, so he brought the silk blankets up over his brother’s head and hoped for the best; he was pretty sure he didn’t detect Rin’s scent.
“Come,” he said, not loud enough to wake Inuyasha.
The door opened to reveal the old miko with the long-lost doctor at her side. “Good morning, Lord Sesshomaru,” they both said, and immediately the good doctor started sniffing the air with a knowing smile on his face as he walked into the hut.
“Ah, I see you’ve been reading my book on the care of your ma… brother.”
Sesshomaru said nothing, being slightly self-conscious, but hiding it well.
“Here is Inuyasha’s morning medicine,” Kaede said, as she handed him the cup while not seeming to care about what had been going on, though clearly able to detect the activity. “I leave ye to your work, doctor,” she said, and waddled out of the hut.
“And how is your ma… brother doing today, Lord Sesshomaru?” The doctor asked.
“Better.”
“Ah, good. I’ve come because he should be close to completing his transformation. I simply need to check his progress and see if he is ready to mate.”
“He will not let you touch him.”
“Well, he seems to be asleep, my lord.”
“You will wake him.”
“I see.” The doctor was well aware that the elder brother had become very protective of his mate; he’s seen this all before in his long career of healer to hanyous. Once he was even mauled by a bear demon for exactly the same thing, touching his mate for an examination; he won’t make that mistake again. “Let me assure you that I will not hurt your mate, and I will not disturb him -- I will only look. Will that be acceptable?”
Sesshomaru growled his disapproval at the doctor, but he was right; Inuyasha needed to be examined, and it was he that didn’t want the doctor to touch Inuyasha. He had grown so protective of him that he couldn‘t stand the thought of anyone touching him, and he could tell that the doctor sensed it. “You seem to know,” he said.
“Yes, I understand that you are not yourself lately, Lord Sesshomaru.”
“This will not pass, will it?”
“No, it will not.”
It was not what Sesshomaru wanted to hear. He bowed down his head in mourning for his former self, and held his brother a little tighter. He felt like crying, but thankfully, still had enough control to stop himself. So, this was it. This was his life from now on -- the protector of his little brother, his mate. “There is no way to break this bond we now share?” He asked with hope.
“The only way the bond can be broken is if your mate dies, then you will be free.”
Sesshomaru didn’t respond to that. He carefully rolled Inuyasha onto his back and put him down beside him on the futon, un-sticking them in the process, but he was far beyond any embarrassment now as the doctor seemed more aware of his situation than he was. Inuyasha fidgeted a bit as he was moved, so Sesshomaru stroked his hair to keep him asleep as the doctor did his examination. “Do what you need to,” he said, trying to keep his attention on Inuyasha rather than the doctor.
The doctor made his approach slowly and gently lifted the blankets at his patient’s feet exposing only as much as needed lest he anger his mate. He worked quickly and efficiently and was done within mere minutes. He replaced the blankets to their original position and began to speak about his findings, “He is not yet ready, Lord Sesshomaru. I’m afraid the wait will be a little longer than expected, but he does seem to be doing very well otherwise.”
“Are you done, doctor?”
“Yes, I believe so. If you have no questions then I shall leave you. Good day, Lord Sesshomaru,” and with much haste, the good doctor was out the door, not wanting to overstay his welcome one second more than needed.
Sesshomaru was left to ponder what the doctor had told him about his own condition. He didn’t like his new self and wanted nothing more than to return to his former cold-hearted and feared Lord of the West. Or did he? He laid himself down next to his brother and put a protective arm around him gazing at his sleeping face. He’d always wanted to kill him, always said he would, but he never did -- he never could. If he couldn’t do it before, how could he possibly be able to do it now? Now that he didn’t hate his brother anymore, it made the thought of killing him even more difficult. His once despised little brother was now bringing him joy and happiness into his life, just like Rin. Would he be just as happy if Inuyasha were no longer around and he could go back to being who he was? Doubtful, but at least it was a glimmer of hope that he could break the chains holding his freedom if he ever wanted to; and maybe that was enough. Maybe just the knowledge that he had the power to break his own chains was enough to keep him content with his current situation… maybe… for now.
He started to stroke his brother’s hair when Inuyasha shot up, wide-awake holding his head in his hands as if someone had just struck him over the head with a house.
“OWWWW!” He screamed.
“What is it, Inuyasha?”
“My head hurts… a lot!”
This again, Sesshomaru thought, if he allowed five minutes to go by without physical contact, this is what he got. So, he scooped him up and sat him back on his lap where Inuyasha could rest his head on his shoulder. While he was awake, it was a good time for his morning medicine, so he handed him the cup, but Inuyasha wouldn’t take it; he just shook his head ‘no’.
“Inuyasha, you must have your medicine.” To which he got no answer except for a whine of pain. Why was the doctor never here when he needed him? Sesshomaru asked himself. He put the cup down and placed his hand on the side of his brother’s head, hoping it would help, but the whining continued and then progressed into sobbing.
Sesshomaru hated this. Just when he was trying to convince himself that he might be able to kill his little brother, he starts making the only sounds that can actually break Sesshomaru’s heart. He may as well be stabbing himself in the chest with a sharp knife, because that’s what Inuyasha’s crying did to him. Now he just wanted to cry himself -- that’s twice in one day. But again, he didn’t allow it; he still had to be the strong one, Inuyasha depended on him and his strength. He’d rather be fighting demons though, because this was a lot harder.
After cleaning off himself and his brother, Sesshomaru did everything he could to stop Inuyasha’s sobs, and eventually, not from his effort, but sheer exhaustion did Inuyasha at long last quiet down and fall asleep. He slept through the rest of the day and all night without waking, in his usual spot resting his fevered head on his brother’s chest. By the next morning, his eyes finally fluttered open in confusion. “Why is it so dark in here,” he said, “isn’t it daytime?”
“It is the morning, and it is not dark.”
“Morning?”
“You’ve slept all through the night. It is the next day.”
Inuyasha rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to focus on the dark room. “It’s too dark -- I can’t see,” and he rubbed his eyes again, a little harder this time to get his eyes working.
“There is plenty of light in here, little brother.” God, what now? Something told Sesshomaru that there was a problem. “What do you mean, you can’t see?”
“I can’t see! Everything’s all dark,” he said, and looked toward the direction of his brother’s voice. He knew he was there, but could only see a faint outline of silver hair surrounded by black, so he rubbed his eyes again even harder this time.
Sesshomaru took hold of his hands. “Stop, Inuyasha. You will only do damage to your eyes.”
“I can’t fucking see! How can I damage them any more than that?!”
“Your sight will return. You must not worry.”
“Are you sure?”
Well, he was pretty sure, not positive, but he did remember something about it in the book; he’ll have to go back and research. Meanwhile, what does he tell his brother? He decided to be reassuring, “Yes, I am sure.”
“It doesn’t make any sense. What does loosing my sight have to do with my transformation? Blindness isn’t gonna help me get laid.”
“I don’t know, Inuyasha. I will try to find out.” He opened the now worn book and flipped through its pages trying to find the place where it talked about blindness. He could’ve sworn it was in the chapter about fevers.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for the answer in the doctor’s book.”
“Now?! You’re reading, now?!”
“What would you have me do?”
“Stop reading.”
Sesshomaru closed the book and set it down. “Now what?”
“I don’t know,” Inuyasha said, pouting.
“Should I go out and find the doctor?”
“NO!” He shouted, as he found one of Sesshomaru’s arms to grab and placed it around his body. “You can’t leave me like this. Just hold me,” and he snuggled up close to his big brother feeling very protected in his warm, muscular arms.
“Very well, little brother.” Seeing the frightened look on his face, Sesshomaru sat back and held him tightly in an assuring embrace, and hoped he was right about the temporary nature of this new condition, if not, then things were going to get a lot more difficult.
To be continued…
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Thirteen
The knock at the door was a very unwelcome interruption, especially considering the smell of sex in the room permeating from him and the still sleeping lump of gorgeous flesh stuck to his torso. What if it was Rin on the other side of the door? Her young innocence would be scarred for life if she were to walk in on such a disgusting scene.
There was little he could do about it now, so he brought the silk blankets up over his brother’s head and hoped for the best; he was pretty sure he didn’t detect Rin’s scent.
“Come,” he said, not loud enough to wake Inuyasha.
The door opened to reveal the old miko with the long-lost doctor at her side. “Good morning, Lord Sesshomaru,” they both said, and immediately the good doctor started sniffing the air with a knowing smile on his face as he walked into the hut.
“Ah, I see you’ve been reading my book on the care of your ma… brother.”
Sesshomaru said nothing, being slightly self-conscious, but hiding it well.
“Here is Inuyasha’s morning medicine,” Kaede said, as she handed him the cup while not seeming to care about what had been going on, though clearly able to detect the activity. “I leave ye to your work, doctor,” she said, and waddled out of the hut.
“And how is your ma… brother doing today, Lord Sesshomaru?” The doctor asked.
“Better.”
“Ah, good. I’ve come because he should be close to completing his transformation. I simply need to check his progress and see if he is ready to mate.”
“He will not let you touch him.”
“Well, he seems to be asleep, my lord.”
“You will wake him.”
“I see.” The doctor was well aware that the elder brother had become very protective of his mate; he’s seen this all before in his long career of healer to hanyous. Once he was even mauled by a bear demon for exactly the same thing, touching his mate for an examination; he won’t make that mistake again. “Let me assure you that I will not hurt your mate, and I will not disturb him -- I will only look. Will that be acceptable?”
Sesshomaru growled his disapproval at the doctor, but he was right; Inuyasha needed to be examined, and it was he that didn’t want the doctor to touch Inuyasha. He had grown so protective of him that he couldn‘t stand the thought of anyone touching him, and he could tell that the doctor sensed it. “You seem to know,” he said.
“Yes, I understand that you are not yourself lately, Lord Sesshomaru.”
“This will not pass, will it?”
“No, it will not.”
It was not what Sesshomaru wanted to hear. He bowed down his head in mourning for his former self, and held his brother a little tighter. He felt like crying, but thankfully, still had enough control to stop himself. So, this was it. This was his life from now on -- the protector of his little brother, his mate. “There is no way to break this bond we now share?” He asked with hope.
“The only way the bond can be broken is if your mate dies, then you will be free.”
Sesshomaru didn’t respond to that. He carefully rolled Inuyasha onto his back and put him down beside him on the futon, un-sticking them in the process, but he was far beyond any embarrassment now as the doctor seemed more aware of his situation than he was. Inuyasha fidgeted a bit as he was moved, so Sesshomaru stroked his hair to keep him asleep as the doctor did his examination. “Do what you need to,” he said, trying to keep his attention on Inuyasha rather than the doctor.
The doctor made his approach slowly and gently lifted the blankets at his patient’s feet exposing only as much as needed lest he anger his mate. He worked quickly and efficiently and was done within mere minutes. He replaced the blankets to their original position and began to speak about his findings, “He is not yet ready, Lord Sesshomaru. I’m afraid the wait will be a little longer than expected, but he does seem to be doing very well otherwise.”
“Are you done, doctor?”
“Yes, I believe so. If you have no questions then I shall leave you. Good day, Lord Sesshomaru,” and with much haste, the good doctor was out the door, not wanting to overstay his welcome one second more than needed.
Sesshomaru was left to ponder what the doctor had told him about his own condition. He didn’t like his new self and wanted nothing more than to return to his former cold-hearted and feared Lord of the West. Or did he? He laid himself down next to his brother and put a protective arm around him gazing at his sleeping face. He’d always wanted to kill him, always said he would, but he never did -- he never could. If he couldn’t do it before, how could he possibly be able to do it now? Now that he didn’t hate his brother anymore, it made the thought of killing him even more difficult. His once despised little brother was now bringing him joy and happiness into his life, just like Rin. Would he be just as happy if Inuyasha were no longer around and he could go back to being who he was? Doubtful, but at least it was a glimmer of hope that he could break the chains holding his freedom if he ever wanted to; and maybe that was enough. Maybe just the knowledge that he had the power to break his own chains was enough to keep him content with his current situation… maybe… for now.
He started to stroke his brother’s hair when Inuyasha shot up, wide-awake holding his head in his hands as if someone had just struck him over the head with a house.
“OWWWW!” He screamed.
“What is it, Inuyasha?”
“My head hurts… a lot!”
This again, Sesshomaru thought, if he allowed five minutes to go by without physical contact, this is what he got. So, he scooped him up and sat him back on his lap where Inuyasha could rest his head on his shoulder. While he was awake, it was a good time for his morning medicine, so he handed him the cup, but Inuyasha wouldn’t take it; he just shook his head ‘no’.
“Inuyasha, you must have your medicine.” To which he got no answer except for a whine of pain. Why was the doctor never here when he needed him? Sesshomaru asked himself. He put the cup down and placed his hand on the side of his brother’s head, hoping it would help, but the whining continued and then progressed into sobbing.
Sesshomaru hated this. Just when he was trying to convince himself that he might be able to kill his little brother, he starts making the only sounds that can actually break Sesshomaru’s heart. He may as well be stabbing himself in the chest with a sharp knife, because that’s what Inuyasha’s crying did to him. Now he just wanted to cry himself -- that’s twice in one day. But again, he didn’t allow it; he still had to be the strong one, Inuyasha depended on him and his strength. He’d rather be fighting demons though, because this was a lot harder.
After cleaning off himself and his brother, Sesshomaru did everything he could to stop Inuyasha’s sobs, and eventually, not from his effort, but sheer exhaustion did Inuyasha at long last quiet down and fall asleep. He slept through the rest of the day and all night without waking, in his usual spot resting his fevered head on his brother’s chest. By the next morning, his eyes finally fluttered open in confusion. “Why is it so dark in here,” he said, “isn’t it daytime?”
“It is the morning, and it is not dark.”
“Morning?”
“You’ve slept all through the night. It is the next day.”
Inuyasha rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to focus on the dark room. “It’s too dark -- I can’t see,” and he rubbed his eyes again, a little harder this time to get his eyes working.
“There is plenty of light in here, little brother.” God, what now? Something told Sesshomaru that there was a problem. “What do you mean, you can’t see?”
“I can’t see! Everything’s all dark,” he said, and looked toward the direction of his brother’s voice. He knew he was there, but could only see a faint outline of silver hair surrounded by black, so he rubbed his eyes again even harder this time.
Sesshomaru took hold of his hands. “Stop, Inuyasha. You will only do damage to your eyes.”
“I can’t fucking see! How can I damage them any more than that?!”
“Your sight will return. You must not worry.”
“Are you sure?”
Well, he was pretty sure, not positive, but he did remember something about it in the book; he’ll have to go back and research. Meanwhile, what does he tell his brother? He decided to be reassuring, “Yes, I am sure.”
“It doesn’t make any sense. What does loosing my sight have to do with my transformation? Blindness isn’t gonna help me get laid.”
“I don’t know, Inuyasha. I will try to find out.” He opened the now worn book and flipped through its pages trying to find the place where it talked about blindness. He could’ve sworn it was in the chapter about fevers.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for the answer in the doctor’s book.”
“Now?! You’re reading, now?!”
“What would you have me do?”
“Stop reading.”
Sesshomaru closed the book and set it down. “Now what?”
“I don’t know,” Inuyasha said, pouting.
“Should I go out and find the doctor?”
“NO!” He shouted, as he found one of Sesshomaru’s arms to grab and placed it around his body. “You can’t leave me like this. Just hold me,” and he snuggled up close to his big brother feeling very protected in his warm, muscular arms.
“Very well, little brother.” Seeing the frightened look on his face, Sesshomaru sat back and held him tightly in an assuring embrace, and hoped he was right about the temporary nature of this new condition, if not, then things were going to get a lot more difficult.
To be continued…