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Owned	By : lisademonicangel Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: i, lisa kritzinger, in no way own Inuyasha. i do it for pleasure and do not make money from this.

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Darkness; burning, suffocating darkness.
Heat and thick air burned at Inuyasha's lungs, rubbing his throat raw with each struggling breath.
Pain radiating over his body; burning and eating away at him.
And the heat… Inuyasha lost thought of even his body, not remembering what curtain things were called, not understanding the raging fire that seemed to come from himself, not the world outside.
Fear coursed through his body, fueling the fire and the burn. Giving food to the darkness that raged through his being.
Inuyasha could not remember.
He only knew the pain, could not remember why the pain had been so bearable only moments before, could not see through the thick agonizing fog that consumed his whole world, could not remember why life was worth living.
The heat became worse.
It ate him, consumed him, and took away his very name…
His name?
Through the torment of the searing burn, he tried to remember; what is his name?
He needed to know, needed to keep it close; to hold him in place in this world of hurt. He didn't know why, but the name was…
He didn't know, didn't understand the agonizing truth, the pitiful lies, his mind was a mess of half thoughts and meager images.
And then even those burned into none existence.
The raging fire and heat consumed everything that he could cling onto, burning his fingers and making his let go; left only to grasp at nothing.
Nothing became too much, everything was now extinguished. The burning made sure of it.
He had nothing, not even his own name to keep him sane in the hell he was in.
Was he in hell?
~888~
"Sesshomaru!" inu no Taisho shouted as his son vanished into the inferno that had moments before been a house; he knew stopping him was pointless, and to be honest he wouldn't have stopped him anyway.
Inu no Taisho waited, legs begging to pace when his son stumbled – stumbled! – out of the burning building; and just in time, for not a second later the burning mass collapsed to the ground, groaning and crackling in his wake.
The father rushed to his son, gasping when he saw the small blackened body cradled in his arms.
"Inuyasha." The older daiyoukai gasped, reaching out for him; he dropped his hand when Sesshomaru moved away, face cold and impassive. Inu no Taisho inclined his head, respecting the not-so-visible worry that rolled off his son.
He frowned, bending close. The child's heart beat was faint, even at such close proximity.
"We need to get him to Kaede."
Sesshomaru said nothing, simply turned at the sound of shrieking tires. Miroku and Kouga came running towards them.
"Inuyasha!" Miroku shouted, looking franticly at the limp body of his son. When he came close, Sesshomaru made no sound, but his expression stopped the two new men in their tracks.
The message was clear. No-one touches unless he gives the says so.
Without another word, the daiyoukai turned and became a burning ball of energy and headed towards their home.
~888~
He floated in the pain, swam though the fire.
Just a constant, never ending fire it seemed…
Suddenly he felt a new burn, a new fire that encased him.
It was pure, powerful, and he was grateful for it. The energy wrapped around him, replacing the agonizing burn with a more… cool burn… something to freeze his being and let him hang in the darkness that had been so…
Terrifying.
He clung to the new burn, letting it cut through his being, letting it crush the suffocating hold of the burning heat.
This left only a cool burn.
And then, just as suddenly as the new, more beautiful heat had consumed him, it was gone.
The angry blaze of pain crashed down on him; silent screams raging through his non-existence.
~888~
Sesshomaru frowned as he materialized once more, noting the change in the child's energy as he became solid again; on the flight he had been more... awake? But now, he was completely still, his skin burning as hot as the fire he had been pulled out of.
He moved so fast that none saw him, clutching his Inuyasha closer to his breast, praying to Kami that his puppy did not... he could not even think it.
When had he become so attached to the small boy he held now in his arms? When had the mere existence of another being meant so much to him?
It disturbed him that he had no answer.
"Kaede." His voice was soft and yet demanding. It was all he said as he lay the boy down on her work bench; it was the only thing he did to command her.
The healer rushed forward, stripping the boy of his burned cloths. The daiyoukai watched as she smeared salves on his extensive burns, pulled glass from his limp limbs, poured potions down the child's throat to heal the burning passages, stitched closed deep cuts over his torso after cleaning them out.
He watched.
He watched for three days as the healer worked non stop.
He watched as his father and the people he knew entered and left the room, unable to look for long at the limp body.
He watched as cool rag after cool rag was placed on Inuyasha's head, until the heat became so much that they now kept him in an ice bath.
He watched as his pet's demon blood healed the burns, sealed the wounds and made him look better than new.
He watched as the child continued to burn up.
He watched; and he thought.
He thought of how much life the boy usually had, he thought of how much the boy had come to mean to him.
He thought of life with out him.
"Sesshomaru-sama?" Kaede was before him, eye wide and sad. "The fever is too high… he hasn't much longer."
Sesshomaru did not listen. He glanced at the healer, telling her silently to leave.
She did not hesitate.
With no-one but his sweet, little puppy in the room, Sesshomaru strode forward and placed his hand over the boy's forehead.
He spoke for the first time in three days.
~888~
He fought, he screamed, he cried. He wanted it back; he wanted the cool burn.
No matter how hard and hot the heat burned, he did not let the memory of that cool fire slip away. He would not let it.
He curled in on himself; he let the heat sting at him, but was indifferent.
He wanted the burn.
He wanted the cool flames to caress him again.
He wanted the power to engulf him
He wanted his…
His mind faltered, he wanted his ma- his ma.. as… master…
Master?
What was that word? Why did it mean so much? Why was it so all consuming, more so that the cool burn?
A sound echoed through the darkness, and he perked up, the new word still keeping the hurt away.
~Inuyasha…
Inuyasha? He wondered what that was. Where was the sound? Why did it sound like ice on his heated being?
~don't leave me… I…
What? What did the sound need? What did the… voice? It was a voice? Why was there a voice in the burning darkness?
~I need you.
Inuyasha! A name! HIS name! He knew it, he felt the raging fire around him flair its displeasure, not liking that he was gaining more strength with each beat in the darkness.
Beat? What was that beating? Why was it becoming louder? Why was it so much stronger? Why? Why? Why?
The darkness exploded white, colors jolting to make themselves known. Inuyasha saw a new world, so different from the burning darkness.
Of it all, the icy gold burning into him from above struck him the hardest…
"Master…" his head throbbed from pain, his throat was raw.
His world came crashing down on him, and he slipped into a blissfully quiet, cold darkness.
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