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Chapter 2
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who's reviewed already about wanting this to continue. It inspired me so much, I managed to write this the same day I wrote the first chapter, something I haven't managed since I posted my first story. Thank you all so much!
Chapter TwoHe came to when a voice shouted nearby. His eyes snapped open, and immediately pain exploded everywhere inside his skull. His stomach rebelled then, an unpleasant and unfamilar sensation, threatening to throw everything it contained back up. For a youkai who never experienced illness or even headaches, the whole came together to form an extremely unsettling feeling.
"Shut up!" he barked at the voice, and blessed silence fell. He rolled onto his back with great effort and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes to block out the light. What was this infernal feeling? Where had it come from? He had no memory of what had happened to him since his business meeting in Las Vegas. Was he still there? Had he been moved? Had he been attacked?
No, that was ludicrous. Though a blow to the head could account for his symptoms, even this nausea, the idea that something so small as a head injury could render the feared and revered Sesshomaru immobile and without his memory was laughable. So what, then, had done this to him?
And why was he so thirsty?
Dehydration was another ailment the daiyoukai was not familiar with. Superior to mortals, he could survive, if necessary, for weeks, if not months without fluids. So why, then, was his mouth so dry? The damn throbbing in his head clouded his memory and muddled his thoughts, and Sesshomaru cursed mentally, hating the lack of his usual mental acuity.
Whoever was responsible for this was going to die by inches.
First, though, some water for his parched throat. The world spun dizzily as he pushed himself upright, but he gritted his teeth and ignored it, opening his eyes to the barest of slits. He vaguely recognised his surroundings as the hotel suite his secretary had booked for him for his overnight stay in Nevada. Good. One concern erased.
He heaved himself to his feet with none of his usual grace and managed a half-staggering walk toward the small kitchen in his suite, supporting himself with one hand braced against the walls and furniture he passed. Being unbalanced was yet another grievance to add to his growing list; he was making sure to keep track so that he could repay each and every indignity tenfold once he found the culprit responsible.
The step up into the kitchen area seemed like monumental effort and he barely suppressed a groan. His slitted golden eyes flickered over a decorative bowl of fruit, and immediately his stomach reacted, spilling a mix of sour saliva and bile into his mouth. Resisting the urge to do something so undignified as spit in the sink, Sesshomaru forced it back down with difficulty.
Someone was going to suffer for this.
He pulled a glass towards him and rested it on the countertop, reaching into the minibar for a chilled bottle of water, which he then began to empty into the glass. As he did so, he ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, grateful for the moisture despite the horrible taste that came with it. In fact... it tasted slightly familiar, under the acid leftovers of the bile.
Alcohol, he realised. It was some sort of alcoholic beverage. More than one, judging from the mixed and indistinguishable flavour. Like a lightbulb turning on, the answer suddenly came to him: a hangover. He was actually hungover, of all things.
He could be forgiven, thoughts as sluggish as they were, for not realising this sooner. Ever since he had been a child, he had been a youkai of ironclad control and poise. As such, even in what for most were wild teen years, he had never once drunk to excess and so had no firsthand knowledge of the syptoms. He saw what it did to those around him and wanted nothing of it. Even now, he limited himself to one or two drinks at a time and no more, and only then as a form of social lubricant as part of business. It was only now, years later, that he realised how right he had been for staying clear. This was not something he ever wanted to experience again.
He lifted the now filled glass to his lips and took a sip, and as he did so, he noticed a blur of movement out the corner of his eye. Memory of the voice that had woken him slammed back into him, and he tensed. He was not alone in the room. Damn this hangover. His senses were not only dulled, but completely ineffective. He could not tell if the intruder was ningen or youkai. His head jerked round and he saw -
"Inuyasha?" he said blankly.
Inuyasha? In his hotel room? Naked?
The hanyou in question had frozen after being discovered, two pillows pressed pathetically to the front and back of his hips. He looked as miserable and uncomfortable as Sesshomaru felt, which mollified the demon slightly, but he still considered the half-breed guilty of something until proven innocent.
"What did you do, hanyou?" he demanded, glaring suspicion. "What happened last night? Why are you in my hotel room? And for Kami's sake, put some clothes on!"
Under the barrage of questions, Inuyasha looked more and more irritated until he finally snapped. "I didn't do shit!" he growled, sounding like he needed the water as much as Sesshomaru. "And I don't know what happened. I don't know where my clothes are, either. For all I know, you dragged me back here like some caveman and molested me!"
Sesshomaru actually blanched at the image. "Preposterous! I always knew you had a foul mouth, Inuyasha, but I hadn't realised you had a mind to match! If you've mislain your clothes, don't lay the blame at my feet, you disgraceful hanyou. I had nothing to do with it."
Inuyasha glared at him. "Oh, yeah? Tell me, then, smart-ass... where are your clothes?"
Reflexively, Sesshomaru glanced down, then let out an oath. He quickly sidestepped until his lower half was hidden completely behind the kitchen counters and glared right back at Inuyasha, as though it was the hanyou's fault he hadn't noticed. He could acknowledge that the gesture meant little, since Inuyasha had been looking at him for a good minute or two before he moved, but he felt better for the shift. And it probably was his fault, in the long run. Sesshomaru couldn't fathom a single reason why he himself would choose to become intoxicated. Particularly not to that extreme.
Following that logic, Sesshomaru once again laid the blame on his half-brother. "What have you done with them? If you dared lay your hands on my person last night, I will kill you."
Looking murderous himself, Inuyasha changed direction from his interrupted escape and stomped into the sitting room. "I told you, I didn't do shit. Are you deaf, or just stupid?" He flopped into an armchair and rubbed at his throat. "Can you get me something to drink, for fuck's sake? My throat feels like it's been rubbed raw with sandpaper."
Sesshomaru's fists clenched into claws, ready to pounce on the hanyou and beat an answer out of him, but he jerked open the minibar door yet again and pulled out another bottle of water. Then he turned and threw it at Inuyasha. Even suffering with a hangover, his aim was perfect; the bottle hit him on the head directly with a satisfying thud, eliciting a startled yelp that brought a smile to Sesshomaru's face even as the sound grated on him.
"What the fuck!?" Inuyasha shouted, the sound not nearly as pleasing. "What the hell is wrong with you, you sadistic asshole?"
Sesshomaru leaned on the countertop, fixing the glaring hanyou with an unfriendly look of his own. "Get out of my room, half-breed. Leave the pillows. Be grateful I allow you that water, but know I only gave it to you to make your voice just that little bit less grating on the ears."
Inuyasha looked like he'd prefer nothing more than to leave, but instead he stubbornly shook his head. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow, and Inuyasha seemed to take that as an invitation to talk. "There's one thing... that I know happened last night. A big thing. We need to... talk about it."
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What is this 'big thing'?"
Inuyasha hesitated, then held up his fist, raising one finger. At first, Sesshomaru thought Inuyasha had the nerve to stick his middle finger up at him, but then his analytical mind caught up and made him aware of the gold ring on the hanyou's finger. The ring finger. A wedding band.
His gut went cold, his nausea doubling. A 'big thing' that involved the two of them...? Surely not. Please, Kami, no. With great trepidation, Sesshomaru looked down at his own hand, then shoved it down out of sight. A ring. A ring on his finger. On that finger. It was a ningen custom, not youkai, but it legally bound them nonetheless.
Bound. To Inuyasha. To his weak, tainted half-brother.
Sesshomaru closed his eyes. "Oh, shit."