Silence
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Silence
Title: Silence
Author: Talon
Rating: Adult
Characters Papa Inu/his mate, Papa Inu/Izayoi, beginnings of Sess/Inu
Genre: Oh so very AU…
Words: 1,000 exactly + the owari
Summary: Sesshoumaru takes primary care of a young, traumatized Inuyasha, modern era. I’ve used a few original characters from Claiming Kin, mostly for their names. It is not necessary to read Claiming Kin for this fic. This is entirely new, different and stand alone.
Warnings: I always warn when I veer from my natural course…so…Death, child abuse, pink blankie
The little bare footed child stood next to the expansive bed in the darkness. In one hand, he clutched a ragged blankie, known only as “pink” because of its color. Before his birth, his father, and his mother had expected a girl. The blankie had been his constant companion since birth, and even more so now when he needed the comfort its scent and material brought.
His life was complicated, but he did not know it. He knew his father and mother were not married, and never would be. He knew his father’s wife and mate and had often visited…before. He did not understand the intricacies of the lives of lords and ladies and mistresses in this modern world.
But he understood death. He understood he would never see his mother again. And he understood that she died because she was human, and he lived because he was not.
Large, somber yellow eyes stayed fixed on the motionless figure in the bed. Papa was nice, and Aunt Kare, his father’s wife and mate was nice…he had always known her to be. But Papa’s scent was inexorably mixed with Mama’s and it hurt his heart even though he knew Papa loved him. He did not want to be around Papa.
He had been here, living in this place with them for nearly a month before his eldest brother returned home from traveling. Sesshoumaru was the oldest son, and the only son of Papa’s wife and mate and he was also very big like Papa. And very beautiful like Papa’s wife. But he also smelled…like Papa in a way that didn’t make his chest tighten with the unshed tears.
Oh!! He was stirring! He stood very still as Sesshoumaru woke and stared at him for several seconds, then groaned. “You again? Don’t you have a night nurse for this sort of thing?” He didn’t answer…he never spoke to anyone anymore, and Sesshoumaru did not expect an answer. Instead the beautiful youkai got up, took his hand and led him back to the nursery and woke the nurse who was paid to keep him calm and in bed. He had a few curt words for her, his eldest brother did, and then lifted him back into his bed. “Go to sleep.” He closed his eyes obediently but whined softly as his brother opened the door to leave. Sesshoumaru barely paused and the door clicked shut behind him.
Two hours later he stood again at the side of Sesshoumaru’s bed staring up at him, this time his ears flat to his skull. Before, they had been relaxed and stood at attention on the top of his head as normal, but now they slicked back and down into his soft-coarse hair. This time pink was wrapped around his hand and rubbing against his cheek as he sucked his thumb. This time he trembled on his bare feet, and the stone floor beneath the hand woven oriental carpet was not to blame for his shivering. The night nurse was always so, and he always healed before Kini, his day nurse took over. But it wasn’t morning yet.
And this time when Sesshoumaru woke it was with an exasperated huff. “Can you not let me get a whole night’s…” His voice trailed off as he stared at the puppy shivering in his warm, flannel night clothes before him. The eldest son of Lord Taisho may not care much for his father’s bastards, for all his mother welcomed most of them, but he knew when something wasn’t right. He knew the boy’s trauma, and accepted that he would be living here easily enough. That the boy would not speak was harder to deal with, but Sesshoumaru had figured it wouldn’t bother him overly much as he wouldn’t have much to do with the puppy. He thought that, until the boy began following him everywhere, like a furry eared silent shadow.
He put up with it, because his father asked him to. Asked him with grief in his eyes, with the wanting to help this hanyou son of his who wouldn’t open back up for him. He might have refused his father if his mother had not also asked him to treat the boy with gentle kindness.
“What’s the matter?” He knew the boy wouldn’t answer, and still he spoke as though he would. The boy did answer, in his fashion, if one paid attention. His ears barely moved from his skull and his shoulders hunched and his fingers clutched the ragged pink thing tighter. And Sesshoumaru smelled blood.
He gently turned the boy around and lifted his shirt. The blood was dried, and the welts already fading, bruise healing into soft, unblemished flesh. The smell of leather was strong, and the smell of the night nurse, stronger. He pulled the elastic waistband of the pajama pants and saw more under the soft, red flannel.
Without a word he lifted him gently into his own bed and pulled the blankets around him. “Stay here.”
The next morning, the story of how the night nurse was discharged in the middle of the night was all over the large house. The stories varied widely, from the young Lord having an affair with her, to her stealing, to other unsavory gossip. The truth was much simpler. Sesshoumaru merely had two guards accompany him back to the pup’s nursery and watched with stony face as she was made to pack her belongings, and then was escorted off the property. With every fumbling protest the woman made, his poison ached for release and he fought the idea that he was powerful enough to get away with killing this person…this worthless person who would beat a child who would heal before anyone would notice the wounds, and who could not speak to tell anyone.
And from that night on, no pretense was made about the pup’s sleeping arrangements anymore. Inuyasha slept that night and each night after soundly and safely curled next to his brother.
Owari
Author: Talon
Rating: Adult
Characters Papa Inu/his mate, Papa Inu/Izayoi, beginnings of Sess/Inu
Genre: Oh so very AU…
Words: 1,000 exactly + the owari
Summary: Sesshoumaru takes primary care of a young, traumatized Inuyasha, modern era. I’ve used a few original characters from Claiming Kin, mostly for their names. It is not necessary to read Claiming Kin for this fic. This is entirely new, different and stand alone.
Warnings: I always warn when I veer from my natural course…so…Death, child abuse, pink blankie
The little bare footed child stood next to the expansive bed in the darkness. In one hand, he clutched a ragged blankie, known only as “pink” because of its color. Before his birth, his father, and his mother had expected a girl. The blankie had been his constant companion since birth, and even more so now when he needed the comfort its scent and material brought.
His life was complicated, but he did not know it. He knew his father and mother were not married, and never would be. He knew his father’s wife and mate and had often visited…before. He did not understand the intricacies of the lives of lords and ladies and mistresses in this modern world.
But he understood death. He understood he would never see his mother again. And he understood that she died because she was human, and he lived because he was not.
Large, somber yellow eyes stayed fixed on the motionless figure in the bed. Papa was nice, and Aunt Kare, his father’s wife and mate was nice…he had always known her to be. But Papa’s scent was inexorably mixed with Mama’s and it hurt his heart even though he knew Papa loved him. He did not want to be around Papa.
He had been here, living in this place with them for nearly a month before his eldest brother returned home from traveling. Sesshoumaru was the oldest son, and the only son of Papa’s wife and mate and he was also very big like Papa. And very beautiful like Papa’s wife. But he also smelled…like Papa in a way that didn’t make his chest tighten with the unshed tears.
Oh!! He was stirring! He stood very still as Sesshoumaru woke and stared at him for several seconds, then groaned. “You again? Don’t you have a night nurse for this sort of thing?” He didn’t answer…he never spoke to anyone anymore, and Sesshoumaru did not expect an answer. Instead the beautiful youkai got up, took his hand and led him back to the nursery and woke the nurse who was paid to keep him calm and in bed. He had a few curt words for her, his eldest brother did, and then lifted him back into his bed. “Go to sleep.” He closed his eyes obediently but whined softly as his brother opened the door to leave. Sesshoumaru barely paused and the door clicked shut behind him.
Two hours later he stood again at the side of Sesshoumaru’s bed staring up at him, this time his ears flat to his skull. Before, they had been relaxed and stood at attention on the top of his head as normal, but now they slicked back and down into his soft-coarse hair. This time pink was wrapped around his hand and rubbing against his cheek as he sucked his thumb. This time he trembled on his bare feet, and the stone floor beneath the hand woven oriental carpet was not to blame for his shivering. The night nurse was always so, and he always healed before Kini, his day nurse took over. But it wasn’t morning yet.
And this time when Sesshoumaru woke it was with an exasperated huff. “Can you not let me get a whole night’s…” His voice trailed off as he stared at the puppy shivering in his warm, flannel night clothes before him. The eldest son of Lord Taisho may not care much for his father’s bastards, for all his mother welcomed most of them, but he knew when something wasn’t right. He knew the boy’s trauma, and accepted that he would be living here easily enough. That the boy would not speak was harder to deal with, but Sesshoumaru had figured it wouldn’t bother him overly much as he wouldn’t have much to do with the puppy. He thought that, until the boy began following him everywhere, like a furry eared silent shadow.
He put up with it, because his father asked him to. Asked him with grief in his eyes, with the wanting to help this hanyou son of his who wouldn’t open back up for him. He might have refused his father if his mother had not also asked him to treat the boy with gentle kindness.
“What’s the matter?” He knew the boy wouldn’t answer, and still he spoke as though he would. The boy did answer, in his fashion, if one paid attention. His ears barely moved from his skull and his shoulders hunched and his fingers clutched the ragged pink thing tighter. And Sesshoumaru smelled blood.
He gently turned the boy around and lifted his shirt. The blood was dried, and the welts already fading, bruise healing into soft, unblemished flesh. The smell of leather was strong, and the smell of the night nurse, stronger. He pulled the elastic waistband of the pajama pants and saw more under the soft, red flannel.
Without a word he lifted him gently into his own bed and pulled the blankets around him. “Stay here.”
The next morning, the story of how the night nurse was discharged in the middle of the night was all over the large house. The stories varied widely, from the young Lord having an affair with her, to her stealing, to other unsavory gossip. The truth was much simpler. Sesshoumaru merely had two guards accompany him back to the pup’s nursery and watched with stony face as she was made to pack her belongings, and then was escorted off the property. With every fumbling protest the woman made, his poison ached for release and he fought the idea that he was powerful enough to get away with killing this person…this worthless person who would beat a child who would heal before anyone would notice the wounds, and who could not speak to tell anyone.
And from that night on, no pretense was made about the pup’s sleeping arrangements anymore. Inuyasha slept that night and each night after soundly and safely curled next to his brother.
Owari