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Michio
thank you to Pandora-of-the-South for her help as a beta and her always faithful support.
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Chapter 23 :
Michio
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The young adolescent creep silently towards the cell where the demon Lord of the Western Lands and the poor human were imprisoned in. He had gone to seek some things for the woman as quick as he could without getting caught and he was pretty happy with the results and proud of himself; he's always been really fast.
At first, he had thought about getting things from her strange bag they had taken with her when they had kidnapped the young miko but changed his mind in the end. The risk of being found out by the others was too great and then he would not be able to do anything for her. Even if they were just following the orders of their new master, it was his clan, his family who was responsible for the atrocious acts against the woman and the boy felt like he had to do something to compensate their wrong actions in a way.
So he had decided his course of action as his uncles were working on getting the young Miko out of her chains and had run outside. Surprisingly, he found what he was looking for in no time as some of the village girls from close by where doing their laundry at the river. The girls did not even realize that something was missing or that the young demon had ever been there.
His heart was beating wildly in his ribcage as he came closer to the cell. The human had been carried back to her prison. When he was sure that he could not detect anyone around, the young reptile went to the door and, as silently as possible, opened the little viewing slot of the cell's door. He peered in and his eyes opened wide in fright when his eyes immediately came in contact with the demonic-red eyes of the DaiYoukai of the West, as he hovered over the unconscious form of the human woman's body, almost…protectively.
He had heard about the well-known dislike of humans of Lord Sesshomaru so he was quite surprised at the scene in front of him. He didn't know the story behind what led to this but maybe the two prisoners had some kind of agreement? It was a good thing for them if this were the case. Working together could be a great asset for the two of them. However, he did not have the time to ponder more on the subject; the rising menacing growl of Sesshomaru snapped the young demon back to focus.
“M-my Lord.” He whispered. “I have something for the human miko.”
The demon Lord's red-filled eyes narrowed.
“No, no, my Lord, it is nothing bad.” The boy looked around anxiously, afraid to get caught at any moment. “It is really for her.” He said urgently. The young demon then dug in his haori and took out a simple piece of cloth and passed it thought the bars. It was a kimono; peasant's clothes at first glance, but it was better than nothing.
In a blink of an eye, Sesshomaru was there, just on the other side of the door and got the fabric, his eyes back to their usual deep golden color.
To see the widely feared grand demon Lord of the Western Lands up close was really intimidating and downright frightening. He had to struggle to not just piss in his pants, literally.
“I…I apologize, to not have been able to find better for your human, my Lord.” The boy said shakily.
Sesshomaru's eyes flashed angrily and the boy immediately squeaked an answer to appease him. “Woman. THE woman. M-Miko.”
The DaiYoukai was astonishingly, could he say, concerned by the young Miko. Sesshomaru was a really honorable male and they had count on it in their scheming plans. In fact, the young reptilian boy had been shocked when he had first been instructed to just leave the things to take care of her injuries in the cell. The others said Naraku had affirmed that the demon Lord would take care of the woman to insure her survival. At first, he had not been convinced but had been rendered dumbfounded when the DaiYoukai effectively took care of her injuries for them, and quite effectively at that.
It was evident from his mannerisms that the demon Lord had developed some kind of possessiveness towards the human, or at least, his instincts were pushing him to. However, it seemed like it wasn't something to voice out loud in the presence of said Inu, as if it was some kind of taboo, if the DaiYoukai's reaction was any indication when he implied that the girl and Sesshomaru had a link, personal or not. The boy realized that he will have to insure to not let it slip again or it would be really bad for his health. Well, it was understandable. After all, a human-hater taking care of a human was unthinkable.
The young youkai cleared his throat to buy himself some time to gather his thoughts.
“My fa… they used poison on her, my Lord, so her injuries must be tended to quickly or it could get infected and she could die.” He was actually proud that his voice wasn't quavering…much. Everything in the DaiYoukai's presence was screaming power and imposed the respect. He was just the image of perfection, deadly perfection. Even now, imprisoned in that cell and most of his powers sucked away, just meeting his cold impassible gaze was enough to make the boy weak in his legs and had to fight the strong urge to run for his life.
Trembling hands reached again in his clothes and held out, through the viewing slot, a small vial to the intimidating demon Lord.
“Th-this should be put on her worst injuries to limit a little bit of the scars and induce an even quicker healing.”
When Sesshomaru did not reach out to take the vial, the young reptilian youkai started to sweat, uncomfortable under the cold and impenetrable golden eyes of the demon Lord.
“What does this have to do with you.” Sesshomaru asked, eyeing suspiciously the quavering mass of flesh in front of him.
The adolescent refused to meet the uncaring eyes of the DaiYoukai and bent his head, seemingly ashamed.
“I… it is not right.” He whispered quietly after a moment. As if taking courage in his words, he looked up with misty but determined eyes.
“What is going on here is not right. I will find a way; I will come back and will try to find a way to get you out, my Lord. It isn't a place for someone like her… or you, my Lord. I heard rumors about a strange clothed miko who was doing good to humans and youkai alike, without distinction. They think that I would not be able to tell who she was. Too much innocent blood has already been shed for the dark-red eyed Lord. It has nothing to do with my clan or us; they have to realize that nothing is forcing us to live this life anew. Until then, I will help.” He finished his speech breathing heavily.
After a moment of intense silent observation under the eyes of Sesshomaru, the young youkai started to fidget uncomfortably. Finally, Sesshomaru took the vial and the boy released his breath, not even aware that he had been holding it while waiting for the demon Lord's reaction to his words.
“Your name, boy.”
“M-Michio, my Lord.” He answered back instantly in an almost high pitched voice, blushing when he realized it.
“Hn.”
Suddenly, the young youkai, Michio tensed up. He looked around as if feelings eyes on him.
“I must go now, My Lord. I will try to come back later with more information.”
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The young youkai walked bristly away from the cell, conscious that he should be more careful if he wanted to be of any use in the future. He rounded a corner and leaned on the wall, trying to calm his beating heart. He looked back towards the way he came to make sure that no one was following him.
“What are you doing, sneaking around, Michio?” Came a familiar voice just behind him.
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After the departure of Michio, the younger of their captors, Sesshomaru went back to Kagome's side and set himself to work. Unable to look at her back without sensing a powerful rage rise in his veins, he decided to start with her smaller injuries and cuts; and so he cleaned and bandaged her arms and legs. As the demon Lord moved her around, Kagome didn't even move. It was nothing new. She was always unconscious when they dragged her battered body back to their cell. However, this time was different. When he went to cleanse the first laceration of her back, Kagome woke up in a start, whimpering. Sesshomaru hesitated a moment before resuming. She had never been awaken when he had taken care of her injuries before so she had never known that it was he who was doing it for her. The moment of hesitation was exactly for this reason. Until now, Sesshomaru had been able to hide from her that he was the one cleaning and bandaging her wounds. In any other occasion he would have dropped everything to ensure that she would never know but his instincts would not let him.
As he continued, Kagome woke up fully and realized that someone was touching her and felt the atrocious pain running through her body. She tried to move away from whoever was behind her, as tears welled up in her eyes anew but the pain to even move a finger was excruciating. She knew that she knows the person but her mind was so bombarded with pain that she couldn't identify who it was.
When Sesshomaru touched a particularly deep laceration, Kagome screamed and started to panic at the idea of even more pain and tried to move away, only causing herself more pain. On instinct, Sesshomaru reacted. He straddled her body and bent down as close as he could without touching her further. He then let out a gentle growl in hopes to calm her.
As soon as the sound came out, Kagome froze. It was literally vibrating through the heavy humid air around them. Even if she had been in a state to fight this feeling she couldn't. Her body relaxed by itself immediately by the soothing sound and presence that it instantly subconsciously recognized.
“S-Sesshomaru?” She asked timidly with a croaked voice. It felt like she had been swallowing sand, as much her throat was raw and hurting.
“Hn.” He answered while still not stopping his low growl from the back of his throat.
Kagome was flooded, unable to process what was happening and if it was really the reality. Was Sesshomaru taking care of her injuries and…purring to calm her down and comfort her? It was surreal. More tears ran down her dirty cheeks. She knew she should do something but didn't have the energy to do so nor the want. After all, the hated half-brother of InuYasha was sitting on her, straddling her waist while taking care of her injuries and was growling to calm her down. Even an alternate universe could not be that twisted. She should push him away, or she should at least tell him to move. The position was frighteningly intimate in a sense and she should do something…but couldn't. She was too tired to think too much about it. Her eyes slide shut, and didn't resist the calming sensation running through her as Sesshomaru continued to growl softly and his massive wild aura caressing surprisingly gently her abused senses. She tried to enjoy the sensation while willing for the horrible pain to disappear. She will worry about the consequences later. Only to have her eyes snap opened at what she felt then.
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In this new position while having only one arm, Sesshomaru could not continued caring for her back and that's when his instincts decided to kick in and slowly lave her back with his tongue. The poison was tickling at his tongue but he knew that it wasn't of any danger for him. His mind was screaming that he shouldn't do that to or for a dirty human, even if said human had gained his respect but he couldn't stop. It was calming his frail nerves at the same time. His baser part had been driving him up the wall each time he heard her pain-filled screams or each time he saw the damage done to her fragile body.
He tried to do it as gently as possible to not aggravate further her injuries. Her heart was beating wildly; he could hear it clearly in the deafening silence of their prison. Sesshomaru decided to pounder upon his actions and the consequences later.
He felt her shiver under him. He almost growled again when he realized that she was crying anew. The sight was really pathetic. She, the fragile easily breakable human, who was courageous or foolish enough to stand defiantly in front of him and interfere more times that he could count in his fights with his half-breed of a brother was now reduced to a frightened masse of quavering flesh. It was difficult to stand, even for the usually aloof demon Lord.
When the DaiYoukai was sure that every trace of the poison had been removed and the lacerations were clean, he stopped and rose to a sitting position. He tried not to think of the position he was currently in over the crying female or the feeling of her lush bottom so close and reached for the humidified cloth to finish the cleansing of her back. Now that the blood and dirt had been removed, Sesshomaru could more clearly see the damage and it left the demon Lord breathless. Not an inch of her back had been spared. It was truly ugly and completely raw. Again, a violent rage rose in him at the sight.
Sesshomaru was snapped out of his thoughts when new fresh blood started to leak out of the several deeper lacerations of her back. Quickly, he took the vial Michio had given him and took a tentative sniff. The boy seemed sincere but he didn't want to take a risk. It didn't smell like poison. At the moment, the girl was conscious, but she seemed to have been in and out during all the time he had taken care of her back, the pain seemly keeping her more or less awake.
He put what was contained in the vial on her worst injuries. Ignoring the soft cry and whimper coming from her each time he touched her, he then rose and raised her upper half, bringing her front towards him so he could free his only hand. Putting on a bandage with only one hand is already a fit in itself on a limb but for her back it's really almost impossible, even more when the person was conscious, even if her body was like a rag-doll. Realizing that he would not be able to do it properly with only one arm, Sesshomaru did what he could and then slipped the kimono backwards on Kagome so the rough material would not be in contact with her sensible mending skin.
She had not uttered a word and for that he was glad. But he still could feel her gaze on him and hear her cry, even if she was trying to be as silent as she could. He could feel the pain totally clouding her aura in a really unnerving sensation.
He didn't even want to think about what was going through her head at the moment or what he was doing and what he will do. Gathering her closer to his chest he then lifted her and went against the wall. He had decided that he wouldn't let her suffer alone on the ground, at least not this time.
He tried to not think about how close she was, how her breath was fanning against his throat or the feeling of her chest against him or worst, the fact that he wasn't disgusted by the sensations, as he should have been. His arm went around her shoulder to keep her there so she would not fall back and sighed.
The young Miko seemed shocked for a moment as she tensed up and Sesshomaru thought that she would protest but then her body went limp against him. To his surprise, her arms even came around him loosely as if in a hug that surely took most of her energy at the moment. She had not stopped crying since she woke up but now she was sobbing violently.
Sesshomaru froze when the woman, in place of pushing him away, tried to get as close as possible to him and bury her face in his chest. She had moved slightly to his left side. He had to rise what was left of his left arm to keep her from falling. Again, she didn't react as he thought she would. In lieu of shying from the direct contact with the slightly rougher skin of his injured arm, she just melted in his arms. He had avoid most contact since the lost of his arm, not wishing to see disgusted or pitiful glances for him, but the girl currently in his lap, didn't seem to mind it at all.
“It hurts.” She whispered hoarsely against his skin. She will probably be ashamed of herself later and worried about what the others and InuYasha would think of her if they knew what was happening right now between Sesshomaru and her, but right now, she just wanted to accept whatever comfort he was willing to provide, as she tried to hug the fearsome demon Lord closer to herself, even if it just hurt her further physically. She just needed to reassure herself that someone was there for her, that even though breathing was really painful, he was here for her.
Not knowing what to do, Sesshomaru put his hand on her head, intermingling his fingers through her thoroughly entangled masse of hair in an awkward way of comfort. He had never been really gifted with emotions.
The DaiYoukai looked straight ahead, his gaze locked on the wall in front of him. He let her cry until exhaustion claimed her and she fell asleep on him...
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End of the Chapter.
little side note: Michio means "man on the (correct) path".
thanks to Pandora for suggesting to name.
This story had won the third place award for ‘best darkfic’ in the 4th quarter Dokuga Awards 2009, and is nominated this time for two awards for the current Dokuga Awards for ‘best darkfic’ and ‘best drama fic’. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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Chapter 23 :
Michio
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The young adolescent creep silently towards the cell where the demon Lord of the Western Lands and the poor human were imprisoned in. He had gone to seek some things for the woman as quick as he could without getting caught and he was pretty happy with the results and proud of himself; he's always been really fast.
At first, he had thought about getting things from her strange bag they had taken with her when they had kidnapped the young miko but changed his mind in the end. The risk of being found out by the others was too great and then he would not be able to do anything for her. Even if they were just following the orders of their new master, it was his clan, his family who was responsible for the atrocious acts against the woman and the boy felt like he had to do something to compensate their wrong actions in a way.
So he had decided his course of action as his uncles were working on getting the young Miko out of her chains and had run outside. Surprisingly, he found what he was looking for in no time as some of the village girls from close by where doing their laundry at the river. The girls did not even realize that something was missing or that the young demon had ever been there.
His heart was beating wildly in his ribcage as he came closer to the cell. The human had been carried back to her prison. When he was sure that he could not detect anyone around, the young reptile went to the door and, as silently as possible, opened the little viewing slot of the cell's door. He peered in and his eyes opened wide in fright when his eyes immediately came in contact with the demonic-red eyes of the DaiYoukai of the West, as he hovered over the unconscious form of the human woman's body, almost…protectively.
He had heard about the well-known dislike of humans of Lord Sesshomaru so he was quite surprised at the scene in front of him. He didn't know the story behind what led to this but maybe the two prisoners had some kind of agreement? It was a good thing for them if this were the case. Working together could be a great asset for the two of them. However, he did not have the time to ponder more on the subject; the rising menacing growl of Sesshomaru snapped the young demon back to focus.
“M-my Lord.” He whispered. “I have something for the human miko.”
The demon Lord's red-filled eyes narrowed.
“No, no, my Lord, it is nothing bad.” The boy looked around anxiously, afraid to get caught at any moment. “It is really for her.” He said urgently. The young demon then dug in his haori and took out a simple piece of cloth and passed it thought the bars. It was a kimono; peasant's clothes at first glance, but it was better than nothing.
In a blink of an eye, Sesshomaru was there, just on the other side of the door and got the fabric, his eyes back to their usual deep golden color.
To see the widely feared grand demon Lord of the Western Lands up close was really intimidating and downright frightening. He had to struggle to not just piss in his pants, literally.
“I…I apologize, to not have been able to find better for your human, my Lord.” The boy said shakily.
Sesshomaru's eyes flashed angrily and the boy immediately squeaked an answer to appease him. “Woman. THE woman. M-Miko.”
The DaiYoukai was astonishingly, could he say, concerned by the young Miko. Sesshomaru was a really honorable male and they had count on it in their scheming plans. In fact, the young reptilian boy had been shocked when he had first been instructed to just leave the things to take care of her injuries in the cell. The others said Naraku had affirmed that the demon Lord would take care of the woman to insure her survival. At first, he had not been convinced but had been rendered dumbfounded when the DaiYoukai effectively took care of her injuries for them, and quite effectively at that.
It was evident from his mannerisms that the demon Lord had developed some kind of possessiveness towards the human, or at least, his instincts were pushing him to. However, it seemed like it wasn't something to voice out loud in the presence of said Inu, as if it was some kind of taboo, if the DaiYoukai's reaction was any indication when he implied that the girl and Sesshomaru had a link, personal or not. The boy realized that he will have to insure to not let it slip again or it would be really bad for his health. Well, it was understandable. After all, a human-hater taking care of a human was unthinkable.
The young youkai cleared his throat to buy himself some time to gather his thoughts.
“My fa… they used poison on her, my Lord, so her injuries must be tended to quickly or it could get infected and she could die.” He was actually proud that his voice wasn't quavering…much. Everything in the DaiYoukai's presence was screaming power and imposed the respect. He was just the image of perfection, deadly perfection. Even now, imprisoned in that cell and most of his powers sucked away, just meeting his cold impassible gaze was enough to make the boy weak in his legs and had to fight the strong urge to run for his life.
Trembling hands reached again in his clothes and held out, through the viewing slot, a small vial to the intimidating demon Lord.
“Th-this should be put on her worst injuries to limit a little bit of the scars and induce an even quicker healing.”
When Sesshomaru did not reach out to take the vial, the young reptilian youkai started to sweat, uncomfortable under the cold and impenetrable golden eyes of the demon Lord.
“What does this have to do with you.” Sesshomaru asked, eyeing suspiciously the quavering mass of flesh in front of him.
The adolescent refused to meet the uncaring eyes of the DaiYoukai and bent his head, seemingly ashamed.
“I… it is not right.” He whispered quietly after a moment. As if taking courage in his words, he looked up with misty but determined eyes.
“What is going on here is not right. I will find a way; I will come back and will try to find a way to get you out, my Lord. It isn't a place for someone like her… or you, my Lord. I heard rumors about a strange clothed miko who was doing good to humans and youkai alike, without distinction. They think that I would not be able to tell who she was. Too much innocent blood has already been shed for the dark-red eyed Lord. It has nothing to do with my clan or us; they have to realize that nothing is forcing us to live this life anew. Until then, I will help.” He finished his speech breathing heavily.
After a moment of intense silent observation under the eyes of Sesshomaru, the young youkai started to fidget uncomfortably. Finally, Sesshomaru took the vial and the boy released his breath, not even aware that he had been holding it while waiting for the demon Lord's reaction to his words.
“Your name, boy.”
“M-Michio, my Lord.” He answered back instantly in an almost high pitched voice, blushing when he realized it.
“Hn.”
Suddenly, the young youkai, Michio tensed up. He looked around as if feelings eyes on him.
“I must go now, My Lord. I will try to come back later with more information.”
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The young youkai walked bristly away from the cell, conscious that he should be more careful if he wanted to be of any use in the future. He rounded a corner and leaned on the wall, trying to calm his beating heart. He looked back towards the way he came to make sure that no one was following him.
“What are you doing, sneaking around, Michio?” Came a familiar voice just behind him.
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After the departure of Michio, the younger of their captors, Sesshomaru went back to Kagome's side and set himself to work. Unable to look at her back without sensing a powerful rage rise in his veins, he decided to start with her smaller injuries and cuts; and so he cleaned and bandaged her arms and legs. As the demon Lord moved her around, Kagome didn't even move. It was nothing new. She was always unconscious when they dragged her battered body back to their cell. However, this time was different. When he went to cleanse the first laceration of her back, Kagome woke up in a start, whimpering. Sesshomaru hesitated a moment before resuming. She had never been awaken when he had taken care of her injuries before so she had never known that it was he who was doing it for her. The moment of hesitation was exactly for this reason. Until now, Sesshomaru had been able to hide from her that he was the one cleaning and bandaging her wounds. In any other occasion he would have dropped everything to ensure that she would never know but his instincts would not let him.
As he continued, Kagome woke up fully and realized that someone was touching her and felt the atrocious pain running through her body. She tried to move away from whoever was behind her, as tears welled up in her eyes anew but the pain to even move a finger was excruciating. She knew that she knows the person but her mind was so bombarded with pain that she couldn't identify who it was.
When Sesshomaru touched a particularly deep laceration, Kagome screamed and started to panic at the idea of even more pain and tried to move away, only causing herself more pain. On instinct, Sesshomaru reacted. He straddled her body and bent down as close as he could without touching her further. He then let out a gentle growl in hopes to calm her.
As soon as the sound came out, Kagome froze. It was literally vibrating through the heavy humid air around them. Even if she had been in a state to fight this feeling she couldn't. Her body relaxed by itself immediately by the soothing sound and presence that it instantly subconsciously recognized.
“S-Sesshomaru?” She asked timidly with a croaked voice. It felt like she had been swallowing sand, as much her throat was raw and hurting.
“Hn.” He answered while still not stopping his low growl from the back of his throat.
Kagome was flooded, unable to process what was happening and if it was really the reality. Was Sesshomaru taking care of her injuries and…purring to calm her down and comfort her? It was surreal. More tears ran down her dirty cheeks. She knew she should do something but didn't have the energy to do so nor the want. After all, the hated half-brother of InuYasha was sitting on her, straddling her waist while taking care of her injuries and was growling to calm her down. Even an alternate universe could not be that twisted. She should push him away, or she should at least tell him to move. The position was frighteningly intimate in a sense and she should do something…but couldn't. She was too tired to think too much about it. Her eyes slide shut, and didn't resist the calming sensation running through her as Sesshomaru continued to growl softly and his massive wild aura caressing surprisingly gently her abused senses. She tried to enjoy the sensation while willing for the horrible pain to disappear. She will worry about the consequences later. Only to have her eyes snap opened at what she felt then.
………
In this new position while having only one arm, Sesshomaru could not continued caring for her back and that's when his instincts decided to kick in and slowly lave her back with his tongue. The poison was tickling at his tongue but he knew that it wasn't of any danger for him. His mind was screaming that he shouldn't do that to or for a dirty human, even if said human had gained his respect but he couldn't stop. It was calming his frail nerves at the same time. His baser part had been driving him up the wall each time he heard her pain-filled screams or each time he saw the damage done to her fragile body.
He tried to do it as gently as possible to not aggravate further her injuries. Her heart was beating wildly; he could hear it clearly in the deafening silence of their prison. Sesshomaru decided to pounder upon his actions and the consequences later.
He felt her shiver under him. He almost growled again when he realized that she was crying anew. The sight was really pathetic. She, the fragile easily breakable human, who was courageous or foolish enough to stand defiantly in front of him and interfere more times that he could count in his fights with his half-breed of a brother was now reduced to a frightened masse of quavering flesh. It was difficult to stand, even for the usually aloof demon Lord.
When the DaiYoukai was sure that every trace of the poison had been removed and the lacerations were clean, he stopped and rose to a sitting position. He tried not to think of the position he was currently in over the crying female or the feeling of her lush bottom so close and reached for the humidified cloth to finish the cleansing of her back. Now that the blood and dirt had been removed, Sesshomaru could more clearly see the damage and it left the demon Lord breathless. Not an inch of her back had been spared. It was truly ugly and completely raw. Again, a violent rage rose in him at the sight.
Sesshomaru was snapped out of his thoughts when new fresh blood started to leak out of the several deeper lacerations of her back. Quickly, he took the vial Michio had given him and took a tentative sniff. The boy seemed sincere but he didn't want to take a risk. It didn't smell like poison. At the moment, the girl was conscious, but she seemed to have been in and out during all the time he had taken care of her back, the pain seemly keeping her more or less awake.
He put what was contained in the vial on her worst injuries. Ignoring the soft cry and whimper coming from her each time he touched her, he then rose and raised her upper half, bringing her front towards him so he could free his only hand. Putting on a bandage with only one hand is already a fit in itself on a limb but for her back it's really almost impossible, even more when the person was conscious, even if her body was like a rag-doll. Realizing that he would not be able to do it properly with only one arm, Sesshomaru did what he could and then slipped the kimono backwards on Kagome so the rough material would not be in contact with her sensible mending skin.
She had not uttered a word and for that he was glad. But he still could feel her gaze on him and hear her cry, even if she was trying to be as silent as she could. He could feel the pain totally clouding her aura in a really unnerving sensation.
He didn't even want to think about what was going through her head at the moment or what he was doing and what he will do. Gathering her closer to his chest he then lifted her and went against the wall. He had decided that he wouldn't let her suffer alone on the ground, at least not this time.
He tried to not think about how close she was, how her breath was fanning against his throat or the feeling of her chest against him or worst, the fact that he wasn't disgusted by the sensations, as he should have been. His arm went around her shoulder to keep her there so she would not fall back and sighed.
The young Miko seemed shocked for a moment as she tensed up and Sesshomaru thought that she would protest but then her body went limp against him. To his surprise, her arms even came around him loosely as if in a hug that surely took most of her energy at the moment. She had not stopped crying since she woke up but now she was sobbing violently.
Sesshomaru froze when the woman, in place of pushing him away, tried to get as close as possible to him and bury her face in his chest. She had moved slightly to his left side. He had to rise what was left of his left arm to keep her from falling. Again, she didn't react as he thought she would. In lieu of shying from the direct contact with the slightly rougher skin of his injured arm, she just melted in his arms. He had avoid most contact since the lost of his arm, not wishing to see disgusted or pitiful glances for him, but the girl currently in his lap, didn't seem to mind it at all.
“It hurts.” She whispered hoarsely against his skin. She will probably be ashamed of herself later and worried about what the others and InuYasha would think of her if they knew what was happening right now between Sesshomaru and her, but right now, she just wanted to accept whatever comfort he was willing to provide, as she tried to hug the fearsome demon Lord closer to herself, even if it just hurt her further physically. She just needed to reassure herself that someone was there for her, that even though breathing was really painful, he was here for her.
Not knowing what to do, Sesshomaru put his hand on her head, intermingling his fingers through her thoroughly entangled masse of hair in an awkward way of comfort. He had never been really gifted with emotions.
The DaiYoukai looked straight ahead, his gaze locked on the wall in front of him. He let her cry until exhaustion claimed her and she fell asleep on him...
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End of the Chapter.
little side note: Michio means "man on the (correct) path".
thanks to Pandora for suggesting to name.
This story had won the third place award for ‘best darkfic’ in the 4th quarter Dokuga Awards 2009, and is nominated this time for two awards for the current Dokuga Awards for ‘best darkfic’ and ‘best drama fic’. Thank you, thank you, thank you!