Comfort and Familiarity in Strangeness
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,309
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Comfort and Familiarity in Strangeness
Comfort and Familiarity in Strangeness
A Little ‘Yasha fic
By Talon
It is scary at night.
I am used to the thick, stone walls around me and the reassuring bars of my cage. I am used to the sounds of the abbey and the sounds the brothers make, even in the dead of night.
I shift, slowly again, trying to not wake Brother Miroku.
It is times like this, when we are in the open and dark that I wish for the sanctity and security of the monastery that is all I knew until a week ago. A week ago, Brother Miroku took me away after my cursed night.
I wanted to leave with him. I did. I just did not realize…I didn’t know how scary it would be to not wake up in the morning and wash myself at the well, and then to fetch wood and fill the water cistern in the kitchen. I did not realize that I would miss sweeping the court yard. I did not realize I would miss the chapel or my confessions.
These are ungrateful thoughts. They are. I do not miss being beaten every day. I do not miss the cold floor of my cage, the hurting wards and sutras, or the coldness of some of the brethren. I do not miss what some of them did to me…what I made them do because of my curse. I know Brother Miroku says I am NOT cursed. He says his information points to me being a hanyou. And that it is not a bad thing at all. That it means I had one human parent and one youkai parent.
I do not know what to believe about that.
Brother Miroku sighs softly in his sleep and I still for a long while, thinking. My fingers rub the beads on his right hand, and almost without thinking I murmur the words of my favorite prayer, “Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.” I love the words of the Hail Mary prayer. The Blessed mother always seems so beautiful and kind.
“Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.” She loved her baby…you can tell in the inscriptions, and in the drawings. Of course he was the son of God but He was also her son. I smile, remembering an afternoon spent in Father Petrey’s study and seeing all the artist’s descriptions of the Blessed Mother. I finger the beads and continue, relaxing now because the beads are familiar in my fingers, and the words familiar on my tongue, and the feeling of comfort they give is like a warm, pretty light.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.”
And I am finally able to close my eyes and feel comfortable. I murmur, Ave Maria, once more, and…and…
++!@++
He watches, from beneath his lids as the puppy stirs and moves fretfully, but he makes no motion, no sound to show he is awake. Not yet. If the boy shows distress then he would soothe him. Sometimes his little one slept soundly, and other times…well this was very new to him. New to them both, despite the nights he had spent in the abbey holding the puppy until he slept. He disliked sleeping out of doors as a general principle, but there was often no help for it.
He ALMOST gives himself away when the Latin starts. So often in his month in the hellish monastery and then this past week it had been a harbinger of nightmare. A plea, an imploration for mercy, for forgiveness. A sobbing wail, a cry for help that no one ever heeded. But this, he recognizes quickly is a prayer, not a plea, and his little ‘Yasha’s fingers touch his prayer beads gently, and familiarly as he speaks, and for once the hated European language falls softer on Miroku’s ears.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.” With those words come that finality he recognizes from the services at the Catholic monastery, and Inuyasha is much more relaxed. Within moments, he is breathing evenly, curled up against him, tranquil now, in sleep.
He watches him for long moments, wondering just what those words meant. They obviously held some sort of comfort for the boy. The Maria, he knew was the Blessed Mother. The Virgin Mary, so the Europeans proclaimed. The only suitable woman for them apparently was one who had never lain with a man. Still, she had a kind face, and gentle bearing about her. Which meant she was probably a hellcat in bed.
He shakes his head. Such musings do not help him sleep in the slightest. He had so foolishly thought that once away from that place, Inuyasha would just…accept his new life. Embrace everything he had now, and forget about that place. Forget about those who had hurt him so badly that even today he still bled from one of the marks on his back. Foolish Miroku…you are an idiot.
With a yawn he settles back down, covering ‘Yasha more closely with the shawl and closing his eyes.
I will make him new memories…sweet memories and give distance and time to the old. My baby…With sleepy resolve, he follows his newly adopted child into slumber.
Owari
A Little ‘Yasha fic
By Talon
It is scary at night.
I am used to the thick, stone walls around me and the reassuring bars of my cage. I am used to the sounds of the abbey and the sounds the brothers make, even in the dead of night.
I shift, slowly again, trying to not wake Brother Miroku.
It is times like this, when we are in the open and dark that I wish for the sanctity and security of the monastery that is all I knew until a week ago. A week ago, Brother Miroku took me away after my cursed night.
I wanted to leave with him. I did. I just did not realize…I didn’t know how scary it would be to not wake up in the morning and wash myself at the well, and then to fetch wood and fill the water cistern in the kitchen. I did not realize that I would miss sweeping the court yard. I did not realize I would miss the chapel or my confessions.
These are ungrateful thoughts. They are. I do not miss being beaten every day. I do not miss the cold floor of my cage, the hurting wards and sutras, or the coldness of some of the brethren. I do not miss what some of them did to me…what I made them do because of my curse. I know Brother Miroku says I am NOT cursed. He says his information points to me being a hanyou. And that it is not a bad thing at all. That it means I had one human parent and one youkai parent.
I do not know what to believe about that.
Brother Miroku sighs softly in his sleep and I still for a long while, thinking. My fingers rub the beads on his right hand, and almost without thinking I murmur the words of my favorite prayer, “Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.” I love the words of the Hail Mary prayer. The Blessed mother always seems so beautiful and kind.
“Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.” She loved her baby…you can tell in the inscriptions, and in the drawings. Of course he was the son of God but He was also her son. I smile, remembering an afternoon spent in Father Petrey’s study and seeing all the artist’s descriptions of the Blessed Mother. I finger the beads and continue, relaxing now because the beads are familiar in my fingers, and the words familiar on my tongue, and the feeling of comfort they give is like a warm, pretty light.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.”
And I am finally able to close my eyes and feel comfortable. I murmur, Ave Maria, once more, and…and…
++!@++
He watches, from beneath his lids as the puppy stirs and moves fretfully, but he makes no motion, no sound to show he is awake. Not yet. If the boy shows distress then he would soothe him. Sometimes his little one slept soundly, and other times…well this was very new to him. New to them both, despite the nights he had spent in the abbey holding the puppy until he slept. He disliked sleeping out of doors as a general principle, but there was often no help for it.
He ALMOST gives himself away when the Latin starts. So often in his month in the hellish monastery and then this past week it had been a harbinger of nightmare. A plea, an imploration for mercy, for forgiveness. A sobbing wail, a cry for help that no one ever heeded. But this, he recognizes quickly is a prayer, not a plea, and his little ‘Yasha’s fingers touch his prayer beads gently, and familiarly as he speaks, and for once the hated European language falls softer on Miroku’s ears.
“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.” With those words come that finality he recognizes from the services at the Catholic monastery, and Inuyasha is much more relaxed. Within moments, he is breathing evenly, curled up against him, tranquil now, in sleep.
He watches him for long moments, wondering just what those words meant. They obviously held some sort of comfort for the boy. The Maria, he knew was the Blessed Mother. The Virgin Mary, so the Europeans proclaimed. The only suitable woman for them apparently was one who had never lain with a man. Still, she had a kind face, and gentle bearing about her. Which meant she was probably a hellcat in bed.
He shakes his head. Such musings do not help him sleep in the slightest. He had so foolishly thought that once away from that place, Inuyasha would just…accept his new life. Embrace everything he had now, and forget about that place. Forget about those who had hurt him so badly that even today he still bled from one of the marks on his back. Foolish Miroku…you are an idiot.
With a yawn he settles back down, covering ‘Yasha more closely with the shawl and closing his eyes.
I will make him new memories…sweet memories and give distance and time to the old. My baby…With sleepy resolve, he follows his newly adopted child into slumber.
Owari