InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Fourteen ( Chapter 14 )
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By: donatella 
New problems arise for Inuyasha.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.28.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 668 | Status: Work In Progress
New problems arise for Inuyasha.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.28.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 668 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter Fourteen
It was moving day. Their new home was finished and ready to be occupied -- the villagers worked tirelessly to please the scary demon who had decided to take up residence in their village and live among them. Jaken, along with Rin’s help had the honor of decorating the spacious new abode, and Sesshomaru was eager to see what they had managed to spend so much money on. Jaken blamed it all on Rin, of course, who insisted that her lord have only the finest of everything and would be in need of nothing, and so Sesshomaru indulged her every shopping whim, which made her very happy.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha was in full sleep mode again, so Sesshomaru dressed him in his new red kimono and carried him to their new home, which was a short distance atop a hill that was beside their old hut. This larger dwelling had an actual front door that needed to be opened, not simply a mat to push aside, and Jaken was more than happy to act as doorman for his lord as Sesshomaru entered with his arms full of little brother. The place was not a palace, but there was now enough space to make everyone more comfortable, including Rin who had her own little room with a proper futon and pillows. Even Jaken had his place. It was a dark corner in a closet-sized space just off of Rin’s room, but enough to bring tears of joy to his eyes as Sesshomaru allowed him to have even that much.
The most important room belonged to Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. It was the largest room in the house and had everything Inuyasha would need, including a proper heated bath, something Sesshomaru remembered his father’s palace having, and insisted Inuyasha have one as well.
Sesshomaru lay his brother down on the futon that was twice the size of the one they had just left, and tucked him in with more warm blankets and silk sheets. He looked quite comfortable, Sesshomaru thought, though it was too bad his brother wouldn’t be able to see his new home for a while, or ever; but he was certain Inuyasha would like it. Rin had done quite well picking out colors and coordinating design -- she had a definite talent for it, and Sesshomaru felt very proud of her well done efforts -- he must remember to tell her. Perhaps it’s something all females have a gift for, he thought.
However, Sesshomaru had no time to examine the entire house in any detail; he was worried about Inuyasha who had been sleeping longer than usual. The last time he slept this long he woke up blind, so he didn’t want to leave him alone in case he awoke now. He took his spot on the bed next to his brother and decided he would wake him as soon as his evening medicine was delivered. In the meantime, he would try to finish reading the doctor’s book.
Hours passed, and Inuyasha was showing no sign of waking from his deep sleep; in fact, he had not moved an inch since Sesshomaru placed him on the bed in exactly the same position. He couldn’t help admit to himself that he was more than a little worried -- no one should sleep for two days straight, and decided it was time to try and rouse him, at least long enough to take his medicine.
Sesshomaru looked over at his brother and called his name, but got no response. He said his name again, a little louder this time, and still got no response -- he was completely dead to the world around him. So, he leaned over his brother’s body with a hand on his shoulder and called his name again close to his fuzzy dog ear. When he still got no response he gently shook his shoulder until he could see some sign of life, and eventually, eyes started to flutter open.
Inuyasha’s eyes may have now been open, but he was staring into space and his body still didn’t move. It was almost spooky, Sesshomaru thought, well, perhaps if he were a human he would be spooked, but it was clear that something was terribly wrong… again. “Inuyasha, are you awake?” but he just lay there, not saying a word, not moving a muscle. “What’s wrong, little brother?” Sesshomaru kept trying without success; he would rather hear the non-stop crying than see this. This was like an empty shell, and he wondered if Inuyasha was even inside.
He picked him up and placed him in his lap, putting him in his favorite position with Sesshomaru acting as his upright, personal mattress. He had to try and snap him out of this catatonic state he was in, but he didn’t know how, so he held him close and spoke quietly to him; he didn’t know if he was listening, but what else was there to do?
“Why will you not speak, little brother?” Sesshomaru said with a sigh of frustration. Maybe he should have just let him sleep. “What can I do for you, my Inuyasha?” and Sesshomaru saw him blink once, and then another blink of his eyes, though nothing else changed.
“You are in there, aren’t you, little brother?” Another blink, and this time Inuyasha lifted his head to look at his brother’s face. Sesshomaru gave him a little smile of relief, but Inuyasha seemed confused -- he probably shouldn’t have smiled. “How are you feeling, Inuyasha?” He didn’t answer, but only locked his eyes on Sesshomaru’s mouth as he spoke, “Your sight is back, isn’t it?” And he lifted one finger to gently trace Sesshomaru’s lips, still staring at the moving parts.
Although Sesshomaru was relieved that Inuyasha’s sight had returned, it seemed now there was a more mysterious malady. He still appeared dazed and still wouldn’t speak, and seemed excessively fascinated with his brother’s mouth. “What’s wrong, Inuyasha?” When he didn’t answer, Sesshomaru took hold of the hand at his mouth, and almost shouted, “Inuyasha!” He lifted his face by his chin to force his eyes to his own, and Inuyasha found a new fascination -- Sesshomaru’s eyelashes, which he now also insisted on touching.
Sesshomaru let go of his hand to see what he would do. Inuyasha brought his fingers up to his brother’s eye, and with the slightest of touch, he gently brushed the lashes against his fingertip.
Sesshomaru closed his eyes until he was done obsessing over his lashes, but when he felt a tear threaten to fall he opened them and took his brother’s hand in his and kissed his fingers.
This was all becoming too much for Sesshomaru; he was finally starting to break, something he thought could never be possible, but as he looked at his brother’s confused, innocent face watching him, he realized that Inuyasha held an awesome power over him; a power that had changed him completely. It wasn’t only Inuyasha that was going through a transformation, but he was as well. It wasn’t merely a bond to his brother that was making him behave differently; he was different. He may appear the same Sesshomaru on the outside, but inside he was another person entirely -- a Sesshomaru that no one would recognize.
As he stared into his brother’s eyes, he realized that his hate had turned to love. He loved his little brother -- more than anything, maybe even more than Rin, the only thing in the world he ever thought he would love. And he knew it was love because he wanted to make him better; he wanted his Inuyasha back. He wanted him back more than he wanted his old self back.
As he made this revelation he allowed that one tear to roll down his cheek, which brought a strange expression to Inuyasha’s face and he cocked his head in bewilderment like a confused puppy hearing a new command for the first time. Sesshomaru smiled slightly at him and let him touch his wet cheek -- as he knew he would -- to wipe away the tear. Then he brushed the hair out of Inuyasha’s face and pulled him into a loving embrace, a position that Inuyasha seemed quite content to stay in, which was fine with Sesshomaru because he had a lot to think about.
One thing that was bothering him was his father. Did he know this would happen to him? Was this truly his father’s desire? Why would he want his two sons to end up like this? Sesshomaru didn’t understand, but maybe his father had something to do with it, he wondered.
Just as he was settling into his thoughts, Inuyasha decided he wanted to be entertained. He brought his finger back to Sesshomaru’s mouth and started to gently tap on his lips; and since he didn’t seem to be able to speak at the moment, Sesshomaru had to figure out what he meant by this gesture.
“What is it, Inuyasha?” He asked him, not really expecting any response, but he did manage to make eye contact, and then his little brother tapped his mouth some more as if asking for something, but what, was the question?
“I don’t understand, little brother,” and Inuyasha’s eyes went back to his mouth. When Sesshomaru stopped talking again, Inuyasha met his brother’s eyes and made a strange pleading-like gesture with his head, and then tapped his brother’s lips some more.
“You wish for me to speak? Is that it?” Inuyasha gave no reaction to the words he said; he seemed to just want to hear his brother’s voice. “Inuyasha, I don’t feel like having a one-sided conversation right now,” but Inuyasha was staring at his mouth again and seemed very fascinated by its movement, so Sesshomaru grabbed the doctor’s book, opened to where he had left off and started to read to him. Perhaps he can find an answer to this strange behavior his brother now presented.
As he read aloud, Inuyasha sat quietly resting his head on his brother’s shoulder staring up at his mouth. Sesshomaru would occasionally glance down at him to see if he was still staring, which he was, and then shake his head in disbelief before continuing to read. After well over an hour of reading, he glanced down again and noticed he had finally put Inuyasha to sleep with the doctor’s incredibly boring tome. This was much better. He was sorry he had woken him up in the first place.
To be continued…
Chapter Fourteen
It was moving day. Their new home was finished and ready to be occupied -- the villagers worked tirelessly to please the scary demon who had decided to take up residence in their village and live among them. Jaken, along with Rin’s help had the honor of decorating the spacious new abode, and Sesshomaru was eager to see what they had managed to spend so much money on. Jaken blamed it all on Rin, of course, who insisted that her lord have only the finest of everything and would be in need of nothing, and so Sesshomaru indulged her every shopping whim, which made her very happy.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha was in full sleep mode again, so Sesshomaru dressed him in his new red kimono and carried him to their new home, which was a short distance atop a hill that was beside their old hut. This larger dwelling had an actual front door that needed to be opened, not simply a mat to push aside, and Jaken was more than happy to act as doorman for his lord as Sesshomaru entered with his arms full of little brother. The place was not a palace, but there was now enough space to make everyone more comfortable, including Rin who had her own little room with a proper futon and pillows. Even Jaken had his place. It was a dark corner in a closet-sized space just off of Rin’s room, but enough to bring tears of joy to his eyes as Sesshomaru allowed him to have even that much.
The most important room belonged to Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. It was the largest room in the house and had everything Inuyasha would need, including a proper heated bath, something Sesshomaru remembered his father’s palace having, and insisted Inuyasha have one as well.
Sesshomaru lay his brother down on the futon that was twice the size of the one they had just left, and tucked him in with more warm blankets and silk sheets. He looked quite comfortable, Sesshomaru thought, though it was too bad his brother wouldn’t be able to see his new home for a while, or ever; but he was certain Inuyasha would like it. Rin had done quite well picking out colors and coordinating design -- she had a definite talent for it, and Sesshomaru felt very proud of her well done efforts -- he must remember to tell her. Perhaps it’s something all females have a gift for, he thought.
However, Sesshomaru had no time to examine the entire house in any detail; he was worried about Inuyasha who had been sleeping longer than usual. The last time he slept this long he woke up blind, so he didn’t want to leave him alone in case he awoke now. He took his spot on the bed next to his brother and decided he would wake him as soon as his evening medicine was delivered. In the meantime, he would try to finish reading the doctor’s book.
Hours passed, and Inuyasha was showing no sign of waking from his deep sleep; in fact, he had not moved an inch since Sesshomaru placed him on the bed in exactly the same position. He couldn’t help admit to himself that he was more than a little worried -- no one should sleep for two days straight, and decided it was time to try and rouse him, at least long enough to take his medicine.
Sesshomaru looked over at his brother and called his name, but got no response. He said his name again, a little louder this time, and still got no response -- he was completely dead to the world around him. So, he leaned over his brother’s body with a hand on his shoulder and called his name again close to his fuzzy dog ear. When he still got no response he gently shook his shoulder until he could see some sign of life, and eventually, eyes started to flutter open.
Inuyasha’s eyes may have now been open, but he was staring into space and his body still didn’t move. It was almost spooky, Sesshomaru thought, well, perhaps if he were a human he would be spooked, but it was clear that something was terribly wrong… again. “Inuyasha, are you awake?” but he just lay there, not saying a word, not moving a muscle. “What’s wrong, little brother?” Sesshomaru kept trying without success; he would rather hear the non-stop crying than see this. This was like an empty shell, and he wondered if Inuyasha was even inside.
He picked him up and placed him in his lap, putting him in his favorite position with Sesshomaru acting as his upright, personal mattress. He had to try and snap him out of this catatonic state he was in, but he didn’t know how, so he held him close and spoke quietly to him; he didn’t know if he was listening, but what else was there to do?
“Why will you not speak, little brother?” Sesshomaru said with a sigh of frustration. Maybe he should have just let him sleep. “What can I do for you, my Inuyasha?” and Sesshomaru saw him blink once, and then another blink of his eyes, though nothing else changed.
“You are in there, aren’t you, little brother?” Another blink, and this time Inuyasha lifted his head to look at his brother’s face. Sesshomaru gave him a little smile of relief, but Inuyasha seemed confused -- he probably shouldn’t have smiled. “How are you feeling, Inuyasha?” He didn’t answer, but only locked his eyes on Sesshomaru’s mouth as he spoke, “Your sight is back, isn’t it?” And he lifted one finger to gently trace Sesshomaru’s lips, still staring at the moving parts.
Although Sesshomaru was relieved that Inuyasha’s sight had returned, it seemed now there was a more mysterious malady. He still appeared dazed and still wouldn’t speak, and seemed excessively fascinated with his brother’s mouth. “What’s wrong, Inuyasha?” When he didn’t answer, Sesshomaru took hold of the hand at his mouth, and almost shouted, “Inuyasha!” He lifted his face by his chin to force his eyes to his own, and Inuyasha found a new fascination -- Sesshomaru’s eyelashes, which he now also insisted on touching.
Sesshomaru let go of his hand to see what he would do. Inuyasha brought his fingers up to his brother’s eye, and with the slightest of touch, he gently brushed the lashes against his fingertip.
Sesshomaru closed his eyes until he was done obsessing over his lashes, but when he felt a tear threaten to fall he opened them and took his brother’s hand in his and kissed his fingers.
This was all becoming too much for Sesshomaru; he was finally starting to break, something he thought could never be possible, but as he looked at his brother’s confused, innocent face watching him, he realized that Inuyasha held an awesome power over him; a power that had changed him completely. It wasn’t only Inuyasha that was going through a transformation, but he was as well. It wasn’t merely a bond to his brother that was making him behave differently; he was different. He may appear the same Sesshomaru on the outside, but inside he was another person entirely -- a Sesshomaru that no one would recognize.
As he stared into his brother’s eyes, he realized that his hate had turned to love. He loved his little brother -- more than anything, maybe even more than Rin, the only thing in the world he ever thought he would love. And he knew it was love because he wanted to make him better; he wanted his Inuyasha back. He wanted him back more than he wanted his old self back.
As he made this revelation he allowed that one tear to roll down his cheek, which brought a strange expression to Inuyasha’s face and he cocked his head in bewilderment like a confused puppy hearing a new command for the first time. Sesshomaru smiled slightly at him and let him touch his wet cheek -- as he knew he would -- to wipe away the tear. Then he brushed the hair out of Inuyasha’s face and pulled him into a loving embrace, a position that Inuyasha seemed quite content to stay in, which was fine with Sesshomaru because he had a lot to think about.
One thing that was bothering him was his father. Did he know this would happen to him? Was this truly his father’s desire? Why would he want his two sons to end up like this? Sesshomaru didn’t understand, but maybe his father had something to do with it, he wondered.
Just as he was settling into his thoughts, Inuyasha decided he wanted to be entertained. He brought his finger back to Sesshomaru’s mouth and started to gently tap on his lips; and since he didn’t seem to be able to speak at the moment, Sesshomaru had to figure out what he meant by this gesture.
“What is it, Inuyasha?” He asked him, not really expecting any response, but he did manage to make eye contact, and then his little brother tapped his mouth some more as if asking for something, but what, was the question?
“I don’t understand, little brother,” and Inuyasha’s eyes went back to his mouth. When Sesshomaru stopped talking again, Inuyasha met his brother’s eyes and made a strange pleading-like gesture with his head, and then tapped his brother’s lips some more.
“You wish for me to speak? Is that it?” Inuyasha gave no reaction to the words he said; he seemed to just want to hear his brother’s voice. “Inuyasha, I don’t feel like having a one-sided conversation right now,” but Inuyasha was staring at his mouth again and seemed very fascinated by its movement, so Sesshomaru grabbed the doctor’s book, opened to where he had left off and started to read to him. Perhaps he can find an answer to this strange behavior his brother now presented.
As he read aloud, Inuyasha sat quietly resting his head on his brother’s shoulder staring up at his mouth. Sesshomaru would occasionally glance down at him to see if he was still staring, which he was, and then shake his head in disbelief before continuing to read. After well over an hour of reading, he glanced down again and noticed he had finally put Inuyasha to sleep with the doctor’s incredibly boring tome. This was much better. He was sorry he had woken him up in the first place.
To be continued…