Broken Sword

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Author’s Note: more backround coming as Sesshoumaru starts to a wake up like mentally and I would like you to know Sesshoumaru’s not all here in this chapter or in most of them actually but right now his head is fuzzy


Chapter two: Waking Up
Part One


Sesshoumaru shifted and tensed lifting his extremely heavy eyelids, they seemed to way a ton and it took all his strength and he only managed to crack them. White, blurry white everything, heaven, hell, purgatory, was he dead, dreaming, alive, he couldn’t comprehend. His body felt heavy and he made no attempt to move. His master had kept him alive again, and would be back and it would begin... Sesshoumaru’s mind twisted as it tried fruitlessly to finish the thought through but everything felt heavy, it felt hard even to breathe. So Sesshoumaru just gave in to the heaviness and let darkness take him back soothing his wounds. ***(This is reference to his mental wounds not his flesh wounds.)***

Inuyasha felt his heart leap as he saw Sesshoumaru shift. He’d never particularly liked his brother or loved his brother but now, now things were different, he’d grown, physically as well as mentally, coming to terms with Kikyo’s and kagome's death and his own failings as well as his strengths and also his attraction to both men and women surprisingly. Inuyasha now stood about an inch taller than Sesshoumaru now, his face had lost some of its puppy dog charm but only because Inuyasha found a way to hide it, being one of the clues that could let his adversaries and competition unearth one of his weaknesses. Inuyasha bit his knuckle till it bled as he waited for his brother to wake hopefully he would wake tonight, he needed to eat meat. Slowly Inuyasha drifted into sleep as he waited.

Sesshoumaru woke again to white blurry white but this time the oppressive heaviness was gone. Sesshoumaru let his senses wander, well at least the ones working, which was at the moment only his sense of smell. He sniffed and for once the smell of musk, sex, and fresh blood didn’t reach his nose. He smelt dried blood, his own obviously, fresh water, some type of fruit and flowers? Flowers. He hadn’t smelt flowers in a long time not since… not since they’d taken him, he'd taken him … and… he couldn’t remember much it was all blurry but for sharp images that he cared not to think about but that froze his mind anyway. Then his nose caught another scent one he would know even if he’d died and gone to hell. Inuyasha. Inuyasha was here… and… all around him… and on him along with flowers, lots of flowers. His thoughts to him were overwhelming even though it had taken him about half an hour to form them. His mind spun. Inuyasha. His head spun and slipped to the side slumping against the wall of firm but soft padding. Inuyasha kneeled by the tub and slowly bent over looking down at Sesshoumaru. His wounds had healed mostly though few had scared thanks to Sesshoumaru’s youkai blood but because of the lack of it a few gashes would leave their marks.

Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to say the name to make sure he wasn’t dreaming the scent but what came out was, “hn.” Instantly Inuyasha looked down at him locking eyes with his brother’s dilated unfocussed gaze.
“Yes,” he said it slow not knowing if Sesshoumaru’s hearing was working seeing as his voice wasn’t working well, Inuyasha briefly wondered how many senses had been shut down probably all of them he answered his own thought.
“Mph,” Sesshoumaru had again tried to speak, trying to demand why he was here, where was he. Then his temporarily blocked memories came flooding back, his eyes widened and tears ran down his cheeks and he started to shudder uncontrollably. Inuyasha did the only thing he could think of he grabbed his brother by the shoulders wrapping his arms around the youkai trying to calm him. The shaking stopped after a moment but tears continued to fall. Slowly Inuyasha pulled back from the embrace only to have his stomach clench at seeing his brothers eyes blacken, his eye sight shutting down completely, his youkai blood trying to preserve energy and self by shutting down all senses pulling Sesshoumaru into a somewhat dormant state. The tears stopped and Inuyasha wiped away the remains. His throat clenched to see his brother like this was horrifying to say in the least. Slowly Inuyasha lifted him completely from the tub, gently so as not to disturb the still healing wounds or his brother’s fragile mental state.

Fragile, fragile was not a word he would have ever used before whilst speaking of his brother but now… now he cared not to think of it. He lay his brother gently in his bed, which was probably the gushiest thing on the planet, Inuyasha liked it cause he could sink into it, felt like heaven to him. Inuyasha tucked him in turning and slowly walking away.
“Inu…” Sesshoumaru’s voice croaked out.