Shatter
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,969
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
part two
sorry of the lack of updates, two things that dont go well togehter, depresion and wrtiters block are busy driving me even more insane then i already am
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Shatter part two
He could feel a pair of strong wet hands on his wounded shoulders, his ears barley moving to catch the sound of some one calling his name in the hazy grey fog that surrounded his semi -conscious mind. Pain assaulted and ate away at his mind as he struggled to stay awake, he tried to make any sound other then a whimper in the back of his throat as his eyes opened slightly. The once vibrant golden orbs were dull in the frail lighting streaming through the open door.
The smell of blood, his blood, and rain filled each pained breath pulled into the broken ribs, each end grating against the other, his back and shoulders screamed in agony only matching his crushed wrist that was folded against his chest.
He shuddered as a cold wind blew in, pulling the heat off his damaged body.
He desperately wanted to scream out every time a broken bone was accidentally jolted or a wound was brushed over by the faintest touch or when the poison in his veins turned acid eating his insides, his jaw refused to work and his throat seized up so only the whimpers and choked cries managed to get out.
He could only see blurred images as his vision swam, forcing him to close his eyes and moan. He shook under the strong hands he could feel on his back , his face laying in a pool of dried blood. His stomach lurched violently, causing him to curled up, his uninjured hand clutching his slashed abdomen.
The sound of cloth and soft footsteps shifting from his back to his side, gently moving him onto his side, he clamped his jaws shut, swallowing back the scream as it threatened work free as his weight was forced onto his ribs.
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His stomach withered and twisted as it emptied the hot yellow bile and acid onto the floor, he groaned and clutched at his slashed abdomen as it heaved again. He continued to retch painfully even though e wae was nothing more to bring up.
Sango tried to tune out the pained sounds that tore at her despite the years of training as a exterminator. Once she would have never hesitated to kill him in such a state, taking advantage of a weakness and finishing the job started by something else.
He was hurting and there was so little she could do now other then find something to cover him better and slow some of the bleeding from the numbers wounds that covered his pale skin. Staying here too much longer wasn’t a good idea, not with the storm gathering in strength and Inuyasha being injured. Any youkai in the area would be drawn to the blood like a magnet, overcoming any fear of a human to attack the injured hanyou.
He cringed at her touch no mater how gentle as he curled into a ball of pain, whimpering when broken bones were moved as the rough cloth was wrapped around him, musty from the lack of use.
He groaned as reasreassuringly rubbed his uninjured arm, unable to touch him any were else with out hurting him.
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The storm had finally dissipated, leaving a cold damp night that crawled under your skin and stayed there. The small fire created deep wells of shadow in the surrounding forest, leaping off the trees and swaying branches, diapering into the darkness beyond.
It had been hard on all three getting to the small clearing, Inuyasha had put up a struggle against her, crying out every time a bone was moved as she hauled him out of the small hut, regretting the sounds coming from him. There had been no way to be gentle about.
He lay curled up against Kirara, the fire rat pelt slipping off his shoulder along with the thick moth eaten cloth she had covered his battered body back in the small hut, light from the small fire shining off the thin sheen of sweat covering his semi-conscious form. His breath coming in shallow gasps.
As unobtrusively as possible she ran her fingers over his wounded body, wincing as she ran over numbers deep cuts, bruises and several broken bones, his flesh was a mess of wounds. He groaned as her warm fingers ghosted his jaw, easily feeling the break under the abused flesh.
He stirred slightly, burying his face deeply into Kirara’s fur as she withdrew, not wanting to cause him any more pain then he had already suffered.
It would be difficult to get him to eat or drink anything with the broken jaw. He started to shiver in the damp air. She paused long enough to pull the cloth and his kimono back over him before moving the strands of silvery hair from his tightly closed eyes. He pulled back from the touch, his eyes fluttering open slightly, dull amber eyes regarded her with a sense of tiredness, lacking the bright flame that had haunted them once.
"You need to keep warm,"
Her hand dropped back down, his eyes closed again as he went limp, the only sign he still harbored life was the slow rise and fall of his chest.
A hanyou, powerful, almost ethereal in way, with the fires light shining off the silver locks that stirred slightly in the ill wind that moaned through the thick branches. He always seemed so indestructible before, coming back from wounds that should have crippled or killed, now he was curled into a tight ball, stripped of what little dignity he had left from his elder brothers attack….the violation.
Sango wiped off a faint trickle of sweat from his brow as the massive neko yuokia looked on worriedly, sharing the slayers thoughts.
He cried something softly in his delirious sleep, squirming slightly.
The tremors running through his body increased under her hand and a soft whimper escaped parched bruised lips. His face was etched in unvoiced pain.
Sango tore herself from the unconscious hanyou long enough to tend to the small fire, tossing a few more logs haphazardly on the small blaze to ward of the cold and damp..
Inuyasha moaned, this time it was pain filled, his one good hand had a vice grip on the cream colored fur, painfully pulling on the pelt, Kirara made no sound of complaint, if he was to yank her bald come morning from pain she would simply accept it. Instead she wrapped her tails nd tnd the shivering body pressed into her flank.
Sango kneeled besides him, tenderly running a hand through the matted hair, carefully avoiding the torn ears, making soft nonsense sounds, trying to calm him down or at least lesson some of his pain.
She could feel him relax under her hand, falling back into the dark nothingness of unconsciousness. She made herself a comfortable as possible on the cold hard ground to keep a close eye on him. When the sun finally rose in a few hours, then they could get to the others.
Why had Sesshoumaru attacked his own brother….could he hate him that much…to go as far as roughly violating the hanyou and even severely beating him.
The few words he had spoken were weak and riddled with raw agony, one of which was his elder brothers name. He shuddered when she had repeated it, a haunted look ghosted his eyes for a second before fading.
She lay there keeping an eye on him, listening the to the sound of pain coming from him in his sleep, the frustration and anger building to a small silent ball of darkness deep within. The phantoms of the night danced to lonely dirges played by the unholy sprits of the underworld roaming the vast expanses of night between the dawning and the evening.
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TBC
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Shatter part two
He could feel a pair of strong wet hands on his wounded shoulders, his ears barley moving to catch the sound of some one calling his name in the hazy grey fog that surrounded his semi -conscious mind. Pain assaulted and ate away at his mind as he struggled to stay awake, he tried to make any sound other then a whimper in the back of his throat as his eyes opened slightly. The once vibrant golden orbs were dull in the frail lighting streaming through the open door.
The smell of blood, his blood, and rain filled each pained breath pulled into the broken ribs, each end grating against the other, his back and shoulders screamed in agony only matching his crushed wrist that was folded against his chest.
He shuddered as a cold wind blew in, pulling the heat off his damaged body.
He desperately wanted to scream out every time a broken bone was accidentally jolted or a wound was brushed over by the faintest touch or when the poison in his veins turned acid eating his insides, his jaw refused to work and his throat seized up so only the whimpers and choked cries managed to get out.
He could only see blurred images as his vision swam, forcing him to close his eyes and moan. He shook under the strong hands he could feel on his back , his face laying in a pool of dried blood. His stomach lurched violently, causing him to curled up, his uninjured hand clutching his slashed abdomen.
The sound of cloth and soft footsteps shifting from his back to his side, gently moving him onto his side, he clamped his jaws shut, swallowing back the scream as it threatened work free as his weight was forced onto his ribs.
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His stomach withered and twisted as it emptied the hot yellow bile and acid onto the floor, he groaned and clutched at his slashed abdomen as it heaved again. He continued to retch painfully even though e wae was nothing more to bring up.
Sango tried to tune out the pained sounds that tore at her despite the years of training as a exterminator. Once she would have never hesitated to kill him in such a state, taking advantage of a weakness and finishing the job started by something else.
He was hurting and there was so little she could do now other then find something to cover him better and slow some of the bleeding from the numbers wounds that covered his pale skin. Staying here too much longer wasn’t a good idea, not with the storm gathering in strength and Inuyasha being injured. Any youkai in the area would be drawn to the blood like a magnet, overcoming any fear of a human to attack the injured hanyou.
He cringed at her touch no mater how gentle as he curled into a ball of pain, whimpering when broken bones were moved as the rough cloth was wrapped around him, musty from the lack of use.
He groaned as reasreassuringly rubbed his uninjured arm, unable to touch him any were else with out hurting him.
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The storm had finally dissipated, leaving a cold damp night that crawled under your skin and stayed there. The small fire created deep wells of shadow in the surrounding forest, leaping off the trees and swaying branches, diapering into the darkness beyond.
It had been hard on all three getting to the small clearing, Inuyasha had put up a struggle against her, crying out every time a bone was moved as she hauled him out of the small hut, regretting the sounds coming from him. There had been no way to be gentle about.
He lay curled up against Kirara, the fire rat pelt slipping off his shoulder along with the thick moth eaten cloth she had covered his battered body back in the small hut, light from the small fire shining off the thin sheen of sweat covering his semi-conscious form. His breath coming in shallow gasps.
As unobtrusively as possible she ran her fingers over his wounded body, wincing as she ran over numbers deep cuts, bruises and several broken bones, his flesh was a mess of wounds. He groaned as her warm fingers ghosted his jaw, easily feeling the break under the abused flesh.
He stirred slightly, burying his face deeply into Kirara’s fur as she withdrew, not wanting to cause him any more pain then he had already suffered.
It would be difficult to get him to eat or drink anything with the broken jaw. He started to shiver in the damp air. She paused long enough to pull the cloth and his kimono back over him before moving the strands of silvery hair from his tightly closed eyes. He pulled back from the touch, his eyes fluttering open slightly, dull amber eyes regarded her with a sense of tiredness, lacking the bright flame that had haunted them once.
"You need to keep warm,"
Her hand dropped back down, his eyes closed again as he went limp, the only sign he still harbored life was the slow rise and fall of his chest.
A hanyou, powerful, almost ethereal in way, with the fires light shining off the silver locks that stirred slightly in the ill wind that moaned through the thick branches. He always seemed so indestructible before, coming back from wounds that should have crippled or killed, now he was curled into a tight ball, stripped of what little dignity he had left from his elder brothers attack….the violation.
Sango wiped off a faint trickle of sweat from his brow as the massive neko yuokia looked on worriedly, sharing the slayers thoughts.
He cried something softly in his delirious sleep, squirming slightly.
The tremors running through his body increased under her hand and a soft whimper escaped parched bruised lips. His face was etched in unvoiced pain.
Sango tore herself from the unconscious hanyou long enough to tend to the small fire, tossing a few more logs haphazardly on the small blaze to ward of the cold and damp..
Inuyasha moaned, this time it was pain filled, his one good hand had a vice grip on the cream colored fur, painfully pulling on the pelt, Kirara made no sound of complaint, if he was to yank her bald come morning from pain she would simply accept it. Instead she wrapped her tails nd tnd the shivering body pressed into her flank.
Sango kneeled besides him, tenderly running a hand through the matted hair, carefully avoiding the torn ears, making soft nonsense sounds, trying to calm him down or at least lesson some of his pain.
She could feel him relax under her hand, falling back into the dark nothingness of unconsciousness. She made herself a comfortable as possible on the cold hard ground to keep a close eye on him. When the sun finally rose in a few hours, then they could get to the others.
Why had Sesshoumaru attacked his own brother….could he hate him that much…to go as far as roughly violating the hanyou and even severely beating him.
The few words he had spoken were weak and riddled with raw agony, one of which was his elder brothers name. He shuddered when she had repeated it, a haunted look ghosted his eyes for a second before fading.
She lay there keeping an eye on him, listening the to the sound of pain coming from him in his sleep, the frustration and anger building to a small silent ball of darkness deep within. The phantoms of the night danced to lonely dirges played by the unholy sprits of the underworld roaming the vast expanses of night between the dawning and the evening.
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TBC