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Chapter 15 � Won't Let You Go
And say it for me, say it to me

And I'll leave this life behind me

Say it if it's worth saving me�
-'Saving Me' by Nickelback
When Sesshoumaru burst into Inuyasha's room, the force of his entry unhinged
the old rickety doors and sent them crashing to the
floor.
Since the seal was broken, the aura, smells and sounds from the room had
permeated into the corridor but the scents inside the little room itself were
almost stiffing � fear and anxiety mixed with deep regret and rolling misery
and sickness and sweat and blood and tears and beneath it all, pain�
"Sesshoumaru-sama," Inuyasha murmured
with eyes closed, a peaceful smile appearing on his face. He moved slightly,
but his body did not have much strength.
Sesshoumaru was beside him in a trice. Looking at that sweet, innocent face,
human or not, it was not possible to hate him.
"Inuyasha," he whispered, placing a hand on his forehead. He was
running a high fever. He let his gaze travel over the human's body. His hands
and feet were bleeding, he was soaking wet and shivering and one wrist seemed
to be red and swollen. Sesshoumaru frowned. The boy had barely been left alone
for a few hours and he looked like he'd fought a battle.
He needed immediate medical attention but the problem was,
if he was moved out of the room, his scent would spread all over the castle.
Already, with the seal broken, the human blood and high emotions would attract
the attention of every demon in the castle.
Inuyasha sighed and murmured something in his sleep and Sesshoumaru decided
he'd worry about that later.
He gently slid his hands under the boy's body and lifted him into his arms.
He looked at Inuyasha worriedly. He was light as a feather. Even in his hanyou
form, Inuyasha seemed to weigh next to nothing, certainly nothing close to what
a demon child weighed, but as a human, he seemed almost weightless. Were all
human children this light? He did not know.
Sesshoumaru looked at the unconscious child in his arms and thought that
even in his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined he would find out; he
had never imagined that one day, he'd have a bloody, ill human in his arms - he
had certainly never imagined he would not mind it.

Raia had decided to wait in Sesshoumaru's room, figuring that in case he
needed something, he could find her easily. However, what she had not expected
was for Sesshoumaru to have the child cradled in his arms. She could not help
staring. A demon prince touching a sick, stinking human?
It was unheard of.
But Sesshoumaru didn't seem to notice. "Bring Miroku here and send in
some trusted servants with a tub of warm water and some washcloths," he
ordered her. She bowed and left swiftly to find him.
Sesshoumaru laid the unconscious child gently onto his pristine bed and
proceeded to strip him of his wet clothing. The firerat
robes were dry but the wet undershirt had turned his skin alarmingly cold in
comparison to the rest of the skin that was hot. Sesshoumaru laid the now naked
child onto the mattress and drew the sheets over him. Where his hands and feet
touched the sheets, they quickly became stained with blood.
He could hardly believe how afraid he was for the little boy. How quickly
did humans die from fever? He had thought he would be disgusted at the sight of
his little puppy as a human but when he looked at the pitieous,
sick child, it didn't matter that he was till human, didn't matter that he
smelt just as all humans smelled- afraid and dull and mortal. Inuyasha was
still his, dammit, and if anything happened to
the hanyou because of his bullheadedness�
He clenched a fist. No, nothing would happen to him. Inuyasha was not
allowed to die without his permission.
"Sesshoumaru-sama," Inuyasha murmured in
his almost delirious state, writhing slightly in the bed, the fever and the
aching body not allowing him to get comfortable.
"Hold on, little one," he whispered, brushing a few dark bangs
away from his sweaty forehead. The skin under his fingers felt thin and
fragile, like old papyrus. The claw of one finger gently traced his human
eyebrows, the curve of his nose�
There was a knock on his door and a few servant girls knocked and entered
with a tub of water and washcloths, as he'd ordered. It would take some time
for Raia to bring Miroku here. In the mean time, Inuyasha needed to get cleaned
up. He took a washcloth from one of the girls and dipped it into the warm
water.
"My Lord," one of the girls stepped forward. "Please, we'll
take care of him. Let us-"
"No," Sesshoumaru cut her off. No one, besides him, was going to
touch Inuyasha.
"You may leave," Sesshoumaru told them. "But stay nearby in
case you are needed."
Not all servants in the castle could be trusted with this secret, although
it probably wasn't much of a secret anymore. Human Inuyasha's scent was all
over the corridors and in his chambers. The girls bowed and left.
Sesshoumaru gently removed the blankets from over Inuyasha. The human
shivered as the cool wind hit his sweaty, feverish body. A small, pained moan
escaped him.
Sesshoumaru began to clean his body with the washcloth. There was dust and
sweat covering him; it would be more comfortable for him if he were clean. He
left his feet and hands for Miroku to take care of properly but gently wiped
him all over his body with the wet cloth. Inuyasha moaned and whimpered in
discomfort whenever the cloth got cooler than his skin.
Finally, when the demon Lord was done, he laid the boy back onto the bed and
once more drew the sheets over him.
"Sesshoumaru," he turned to see Miroku striding in. Raia bowed from
outside and shut the door behind her. When Sesshoumaru and Miroku were alone in
the room with Inuyasha, Miroku came up to the bed and frowned at the child's
condition.
"What happened to him?" he wondered, staring at his bleeding hands
and feet.
Sesshoumaru shrugged slightly. "It seems he has been soaking wet for
hours. He is running a high fever."
Miroku placed his hand on Inuyasha's forehead. "It's surprising. Humans
don't generally get sick so quickly."
Sesshoumaru snorted. "Of course they do. They are nearly always
ill."
Miroku glared. "I am the human here, not you. I would know
better."
Sesshoumaru looked at him with dawning comprehension. That's right. Miroku,
the main healer at the castle, along with the demon slayer girl who sometimes
came to 'assist' him, were both humans. He'd gotten used to Miroku scent
around; scents of monks and priestesses were, ironically, not as unpleasant as
normal humans, though logically, they should be even more unpleasant since holy
men were natural enemies of demons. Miroku was one of the few monks not
prejudiced against demons and as such, had consented to be a castle healer. His
powers were quite impressive.
Sango and her tribe had caused considerable trouble to Inu no Taisho's
lands. After receiving several complaints from demons who said the demon
slayers were 'interfering' with their work, Inu no Taisho had gone to
personally investigate and had then found out they fought only against rogue
demons intent on harming humans. Sango's ride was a magnificent ancient demon, Kirara, who, according to legend, could not be tamed unless
she took to her master or mistress. Impressed by her skill in battle, Taisho
had enlisted her services and asked her to oversee the warriors' training.
Sango also knew a great deal about various demon tribes. Her knowledge had come
in useful many a times in making strategies against various opposing demon
clans and solving their problems.
Sesshoumaru found her tolerable because he had yet to smell any fear on her.
Sesshoumaru blinked. "I'd forgotten," he replied vaguely. The look
that Miroku gave him was accusing, though his tone was mild. "How did
Inuyasha get so injured in your care?"
Though Sesshoumaru's face was impassive, Miroku could see a trace of regret
in his eyes. The demon Lord didn't reply but Miroku could guess what had
happened; a hanyou's human night was not a very well known secret although
there were rumors. He wanted to yell at him for doing this to the poor kid but
there was no time for chatting now.
"We'll talk about it later," Miroku said sharply, realizing it was
not easy for the prince to talk about such things. "Right now, Inuyasha's
fever needs to come down. I can't see why he should have got sick like this.
Inuyasha is quite a resilient person, used to many hardships in life. A little
water would hardly cause him to become so sick."
"Sesshoumaru-sama!"
Both of them turned towards Inuyasha when thunder clapped loudly outside and he
suddenly cried out. Inuyasha's arms were raised, reaching for someone.
Sesshoumaru was beside him in an instant, putting the puppy's arms back at his
side, and placing a comforting hand on his chest. He was so intent on his puppy
that he didn't see the odd look that Miroku gave him.
For a moment, Inuyasha opened fever glazed eyes and looked piteously at him.
"I want to stay with you, Sesshoumaru-sama.
Please don't send me away!"
The demon Lord stared at him. Had he been fully conscious, Inuyasha would
not have even dared express protest against his decision. The fever had caused
him to lose his inhibitions, speak things he normally would not say.
Miroku gazed at Inuyasha, beginning to understand. "He's been deeply
hurt," he stated softly.
Sesshoumaru looked at him inquiringly.
"He's not sick because of the cold," Miroku told him. "He
must have thought you were going to send him away. He's terrified of going away
from you."
Sesshoumaru looked at him blankly. "He got a fever because he was
upset?"
Humans truly were the most amazing creatures, Sesshoumaru reflected.
Emotional upset caused physical illness in them?
"I've never heard of anyone falling ill because of such a reason,"
said Sesshoumaru.
Miroku nodded. "It is rare, but in certain very sensitive individual, a
deep emotional wound can cause actual physical illness. Inuyasha was already
weakened by his human night; his immune system weakens drastically when he
turns human and that, coupled with the knowledge that you hated him, must have
been too much for him to bear."
Sesshoumaru looked away at the stormy sky that was still lit periodically by
lightning.
"And he's frightened of thunderstorms," he mused, forgetting for a
moment that he had refused to believe the human and hanyou could share the same
fears.
Miroku's hands balled into fists. He knew how
cruel and callous Sesshoumaru normally was but for some reason, he'd thought he
would be different with the puppy. "You-"
"Later," Sesshoumaru interrupted, "Right now, do something
about his fever."
Miroku glared at him, but took a deep breath, and nodded. "I need to
take care of his hands and feet first," he told Sesshoumaru. "Stand
back, please."
Sesshoumaru moved out of the way to give him access to his patient. Miroku
sat on the edge of the bed and opened the wooden box he had been carrying with
him. He selected an instrument similar to a pair of tweezers. Then he took
Inuyasha's hand in his, being careful not to push the shards in any deeper.
But as he tried to keep his hand steady enough to allow him to remove the
shards, Inuyasha began to thrash and struggle.
"No!" he moaned, turning his head away, trying to get his hand
free. Miroku held it tightly, afraid that he would injure himself more but
Inuyasha struggled so hard, Miroku finally let go. Inuyasha moved his body
towards where Sesshoumaru was standing.
Miroku stared at him, stunned. He was really so loyal to his master that he
would not allow anyone else close enough to even tend to his wounds. That idiot
better realize what he'd done to the poor boy. He looked up at Sesshoumaru
accusingly.
"Inuyasha will not allow me to come close to him, unless he feels
you're around."
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. "But he's human."
"So?" Miroku asked impatiently.
"He has his hanyou memories?"
Miroku looked dumbfounded. "Of course he has his memories! What did you
think?"
"I assumed the human and the demon were two different
personalities," Sesshoumaru stated.
Miroku shook his head incredulously. Really, the idiotic things people came
up with!
"Oh no. They're absolutely the same person. The
changes are only physical � weakened strength, stronger emotions and human
features. There's also loss of demonic powers but I've never seen Inuyasha
display any demonic powers anyway."
Sesshoumaru had a sinking feeling in his chest.
Oh god�
"So�they are truly really the same person?"
Miroku nodded distractedly, trying to figure out how to treat him when the
boy kept pushing him away. He did not notice Sesshoumaru's inner turmoil.
Inuyasha moaned and murmured something unintelligible.
He had to be treated fast, before the fever turned dangerous.
Miroku hit upon an idea.
"Alright, I will need you to hold him. Just hold his hand steady so I
can extract the shards."
Sesshoumaru got up and sat at the head of the bed. He folded his legs and gently
lifted Inuyasha's head and upperbody in his lap,
holding him close, cradling him gently against his body. Inuyasha sighed and
relaxed visibly, snuggling into the warmth, breathing his scent in. Lightning
flashed and thunder clapped again but this time, Inuyasha didn't jump.
"Master�"
Sesshoumaru gently took Inuyasha's one hand in both of his and held it out
to Miroku. Miroku stared at him for a moment, shocked at how affectionate the
demon Lord was being. He had never in his life seen Sesshoumaru being so gentle
with anybody. Perhaps he hadn't been wrong�
When Sesshoumaru cast him an impatient look, he began to extract the shards.
Inuyasha winced and cried out when each one was removed, the pain enhanced
because of the fever. All the while, Sesshoumaru held him close, comforting
him. Then Miroku did the same with his other hand and then his feet. Once they
were clean, he once again opened his wooden box and opened a small container.
Within it, was a paste. He gently applied it to the
wounded hands and feet. Then he took out a roll of white bandages and wrapped
them over the paste. He took an extra bandage and wound it tightly around his
wrist.
"He needs to rest this hand for now. A human takes three to six weeks
to recover from a wrist injury like this but a hanyou will recover faster.
Still, he has to rest till he returns to his hanyou form and then maybe a day
or two after."
"How long does the transformation last?" Sesshoumaru asked.
"It's different for each hanyou," Miroku told him. "It may
last any where from a couple of days to a few hours. Inuyasha will be able to
tell you that once he is better. It's generally fixed."
Miroku sighed, looking pityingly at the boy.
"I can't give him anything for the fever. It was caused because his
mind has been under far too much stress along with the changes in his body. It
should recede once he calms down and his fear and anxiety subsides. Only you
can help him do that."
Then he turned to look at Sesshoumaru. "You're not planning to
send him away, are you?"
"No," Sesshoumaru replied, gazing at the poor broken boy. Had his
rejection really cause him so much pain?
Miroku got up and gathered his belongings.
"If the fever doesn't break by dawn, call me."
Miroku left. Sesshoumaru returned to his puppy's side.
Removing each and every shard from Inuyasha's wounds had been a long
process; Miroku had begun around midnight and now, it was a couple of hours
past midnight. Inuyasha's breathing was still shallow and he seemed incoherent.
Sesshoumaru undressed for the night, put on a pair of hakama
and got into the bed next to Inuyasha. He pulled Inuyasha close to him, fitting
the child against the curve of his body. Inuyasha sighed,
a small smiled creeping onto his face, and brought his hands up weakly to
clutch Sesshoumaru's arms wound around his waist. With one hand, Sesshoumaru
caressed Inuyasha's head and held him close fiercely with the other. Inuyasha's
breathing gradually evened out; he didn't writhe and moan anymore. Once his
puppy seemed settled, Sesshoumaru allowed himself to drift to sleep.

After what seemed like only a couple of minutes, but was actuallyjust
over an hour, Sesshoumaru woke up with the feeling of something burrowing
against his chest. Golden eyes opened to see a dark head snuggling into the
chest. Sesshoumaru smiled slightly. Inuyasha didn't feel as hot any longer. His
body was covered in a small film of sweat and now that he had a bit more
strength, it seemed his puppy was trying to get as close to him as possible.
He held the boy close against his body and Inuyasha seemed to calm down a
bit. Sesshoumaru glanced outside; the sky was still dark and the storm was
still raging, but it couldn't be long till dawn now. Hiten's magic should be
wearing off now; although the thunder demon was strong, it would not be
possible to sustain a powerful storm from such a distance. The weather would
return to normal in another day at the most.
When Inuyasha squirmed, Sesshoumaru loosened his grip and slowly stroked his
back. Inuyasha seemed to awaken finally up. He blinked sleepy eyes and brought
tiny fists up to rub his eyes. Sesshoumaru hid a smile; human Inuyasha was just
as cute as the hanyou when he woke up. But he was curious to see if everything
else about him was also still the same.
Inuyasha finally opened his eyes. He seemed disoriented for a moment. Then,
when he realized where he was, his eyes widened in horror. He grabbed a few
strands of his hair. His face paled as he saw the dark color and the bandages
on his hand.
Sesshoumaru frowned. "Inuyasha?"
Tears gathered in Inuyasha's eyes. He pushed against Sesshoumaru's chest
weakly and tried to get out of the bed. Sesshoumaru was not pleased. He stilled
the boy forcefully. The tears in Inuyasha's eyes overflowed and ran down his
cheeks.
"Master, forgive me," he cried, trying to get away from him, as
much as Sesshoumaru's grip on him would allow.
"I did not mean to offend you," a small sob escaped him. His
wounded hands and feet were throbbing with pain and everything hurt much more
on his human night. Also, because of the fever, he was much more sensitive to
all sensations; the pain in his exhausted body would have been enough to bring
tears to his eyes but that didn't matter. What he'd done was awful. A little
pain was nothing, in comparison."I- I should
have told you about �about my curse�I'm �I'm even more tainted than you first
thought. Please�I'm sorry�I'll-I'll leave and never bother you again�"
Sesshoumaru propped his body up on the elbow of one hand and towered over
the frightened puppy. He placed the other hand heavily on Inuyasha's chest and
pinned him to the bed.
"You're not going anywhere," he told Inuyasha. Thunder boomed
outside and Inuyasha stilled, looking scared. Then Sesshoumaru's voice
softened. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have left my
puppy alone."
Inuyasha's eyes widened. He looked close to panicking. His Master�his Master
was apologizing to him! It was all his, Inuyasha's, fault and his wonderful
Master, who had to go through so much trouble because of him, was apologizing.
A Master apologizing to his slave was unheard of.
"N-no, no Master, please!" he cried struggling to get up.
"I-it was m-my fault. I didn't�I can't �I know humans are beneath you,
Master�I do not deserve to serve you�"
Sesshoumaru leaned in close to him and Inuyasha stopped talking.
"It's not your fault this happens to you, puppy."
Tears fell from Inuyasha's eyes again. "It is! I-I'm�I'm weak and
dirty�"
The slavers and humans and everyone else had always told him that. He didn't
deserve any kindness because of what he was. Of course it was his fault!
"I'm not worthy of being your slave Master�I have disappointed
you�forgive me�"
"You are not dirty," Sesshoumaru was now so close him, Inuyasha
could feel his Master's warm breath on his lips. He shivered.
"I told you you're mine; whether human or hanyou, it matters not�so
long as you are yourself."
Sesshoumaru touched his nose to the hanyou and Inuyasha gasped at the
gentle, intimate gesture.
"It was my belief that as a human, you would be like the rest of them;
selfish and craven and bothersome�but you are not."
Inuyasha's eyes widened as Sesshoumaru leaned down and kissed him gently on
the lips. Inuyasha's hands came up to push him away but Sesshoumaru pinned them
to his side. His Master's tongue flicked against his lips and Inuyasha
surrendered and opened his mouth. The demon Lord slowly mapped out his mouth
and was thrown by the taste. The human tasted nothing like he had expected. He
had thought he would taste all salty and bad but Inuyasha tasted like morning
dew and rose � he tasted�fragile.
Inuyasha could not believe it. Sesshoumaru-sama�was
kissing him�in his human form. Inuyasha had expected to wake up on the roads
somewhere far from the castle, alone. He had never imagined that Sesshoumaru-sama would even consider keeping him after this incident;
he was only thankful the Lord had not killed him immediately on finding out his
secret. But then again, he no longer had any desire to live without his Master.
As Sesshoumaru deepened the kiss, Inuyasha was noticed that his Master
tasted different to him in his human form. He tasted like snow and electricity.
Inuyasha was panting for breath when the demon Lord pulled back.
"Do you forgive me, puppy?" he asked seductively.
Inuyasha shook his head vigorously. Didn't his Lord understand that this was
all his, Inuyasha's, fault? "Please don't say that, Master. I-I do not
deserve this kindness�please, I know I have no right to, but if�if you will
keep this slave, I will make sure to stay out of your sight on New Moon
nights�"
"New Moon nights? So you're human every New
Moon night? And you become hanyou the next day?"
Inuyasha nodded miserably. "Please, my Lord, anything�I will do
anything to try and make up for all this trouble I have caused you�"
Sesshoumaru was finally convinced this was, indeed, his little puppy. Only
Inuyasha was achingly innocent and yet heartbreakingly grown up at the same
time.
"Do not feel bad, little one. It was not your fault; you do not have to
do anything. You are still my puppy. "
Inuyasha looked up hesitantly, hopefully. "B-But�my
human night?"
"I believe that secret is already out," Sesshoumaru told him
wryly. "The human blood from your wounds is ripe in the room where I asked
Raia to seal you."
He gestured at the sheets and Inuyasha gasped on seeing his blood staining
them. The priceless sheets, they were now dirty with his blood!
"I brought you here in an almost delirious state; the scent of human
blood, tears and sickness lingers in these rooms, in my bed, on me. All
moderately powerful demons would be by now aware that there was a human in the
castle, not to mention the Lord and Lady and Kouga."
Inuyasha looked away despairingly. One night�he could not take care of
himself for one night�Sesshoumaru-sama would now have
to find some way to explain it away since he refused to let him go and he
couldn't very well tell the Lord and Lady of the West that he had a human pet.
The servants and subjects would whisper and laugh. His authority as the heir of
the West would be undermined.
"S-so, what do you command, Master?" Inuyasha asked in a small
voice. "Shall I leave the castle every month, before my human night is
upon me? I could go far away�the scent would not reach the castle but what
about my scent i-in your chambers and-"
He stuttered to a stop when there was a particularly bright flash of
lightning, visible from the window behind the demon Lord. The night was too
dark for a human to be able to see properly but in the momentary light,
Inuyasha could see his Master's golden eyes glowing eerily, angrily.
"Leave the castle?" he demanded quietly. "Humans and demons
alike despise you, puppy. You will not survive your human night outside the
castle; my enemies will torture and kill you."
Inuyasha whimpered.
"Of course, anyone who attempts to harm you would not survive either-"
-a hint of a fanged smile-
"- but by then, it would be too late�You are not even safe in the
castle once the servants and other youkai find out about you."
The human boy's eyes widened. "F-find out?"
Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. "I believe I will have quite a bit of
explaining to do, come morning."
Inuyasha stared at him. "You-you will tell them-?"
"Indeed," Sesshoumaru replied. "Therefore, henceforth, you
will not leave my chambers on your human night�under any circumstances. I will
not have you out of my sight."
"B-but- you will have to tolerate a human in your chamber, sire�please,
I don't want to inconvenience you�you have done far too much for me
already.�"
Sesshoumaru frowned at the look on his face.
"Too much? On the contrary, I have a lot to
make up for, puppy. I should not have left you alone on your human night,
especially with that bastard Hiten's thunderstorm. But it will not happen
again."
Inuyasha looked away sadly, guilt eating up at him from inside. The demon
Lord did not know how wretched he really was. Oh god, how was he ever going to
be worthy of even the slightest bit of kindness from him? He didn't deserve
it�he didn't deserve any of it�
"But I don't-"
"Enough, little one," Sesshoumaru ordered, looking down at him and
Inuyasha immediately fell silent at his deep, commanding voice. "I told
you I will not allow you to go away from me. You're still my pet. Slaves cannot
disobey their Masters."
This last was said in a teasing manner but Inuyasha took it seriously. His
face fell.
"Forgive me, Master. I will serve you as long as you allow me to."
Sesshoumaru gently turned Inuyasha's face towards him. "Are you feeling
better?"
Inuyasha nodded, but Sesshoumaru could feel his misery. "I am sorry for
ruining your sheets, Master."
"Puppy, your well-being is more important than sheets,"
Sesshoumaru reminded him. Inuyasha just looked at him incredulously but when
Sesshoumaru met his eyes, the child hastily looked down.
After determining that the fever had broken and Inuyasha was not in any
physical pain, Sesshoumaru lay back down on the bed beside him. He frowned when
it looked like Inuyasha was about to get up, but then thunder crashed outside
and Inuyasha trembled. The storm was weakening in strength; the thunder and
lightning were less frequent now, but the noise of thunder still frightened
Inuyasha. Sesshoumaru pulled him towards himself and cuddled him.
"You had a high fever throughout the night puppy. You need to
rest."
Inuyasha seemed a bit resistant but reluctantly gave in and relaxed.
"Yes, Master."
But he was limp in Sesshoumaru's grasp, he made no move to hug him or get
closer. He lay there and tried to curl into himself, pulling his legs against
his body but Sesshoumaru didn't allow him to do so. Odd; it was not like his
puppy to resist his embrace. Generally, he seemed to find it very comforting.
"You are still frightened of the storm, yes?"
Inuyasha bit his lip. How was he supposed to answer that? Yes he was
frightened but how to tell his Lord that he didn't have to take care of him
like this? Having a human in his bed was bad enough but to keep him close?
Sesshoumaru-sama was just too kind. He could not
believe he had allowed himself to think he was worthy of his touch. At the
most, he should be sleeping at his Master's feet, not cuddled like this, in an
affectionate embrace. But he couldn't lie.
"Y-yes," he bit his lip hesitantly.
Sesshoumaru propped himself up on his side again and drew the sheets around
Inuyasha, tucking him in.
"Then rest. I will watch over you."
Inuyasha gasped. "But my Lord! You should be
resting, Master. It is my duty to see to your needs. I will stay awake
and-"
Sesshoumaru felt a twinge in his heart. "You are ill, puppy. You need
to rest. Do not think me so weak that one sleepless night would be
vexing."
But then he instantly regretted his words as Inuyasha once again looked on
the verge of tears.
"Master, forgive me! I � I did not mean to offend. I should not have
presumed to- to tell you anything."
Sesshoumaru stared. Inuyasha's tone was entirely submissive, the way he'd
been when he'd first come to that castle. In fact, it was even more subdued.
Inuyasha had never seemed this subservient, even with the slavers, and in the
past few days, Sesshoumaru had succeeded in bringing out the playful, bright
side of him. He had thought Inuyasha was breaking away from his slavish nature,
but now?
"It is alright," Sesshoumaru reassured him. "Now sleep."
When Inuyasha still looked reluctant, Sesshoumaru understood the frightened
child needed to be handled firmly. Inuyasha had gained some self-confidence
these past few days but because of his guilt over this incident and because of
the fact that he was so sure he, Sesshoumaru, was now disgusted by him, all his
insecurities and feelings of worthlessness had returned.
"I said rest, Inuyasha," he commanded in a deep, firm voice,
pressing down warningly on his chest. Inuyasha seemed to visibly relax. He
nodded and closed his eyes.
Sesshoumaru stared at the dark haired, sleeping child and wondered how much
damage his unthinking rejection had caused and what it would take to bring him
back to his happy, mischievous self. He would have to think of some way.
He had to admit, the human Inuyasha looked acceptable, though not as adorable
as his hanyou self. But looking at the clawless, puppy-ears-less, dark haired
child, he could not help wonder � did the puppy also have a demon form? It was
logical to assume so; if his human blood overpowering him caused him to turn
human once a month, there must also be times when he turned demon. He had heard
that a hanyou's demon blood took over when severely aggravated or threatened,
but considering how inaccurate his information about Inuyasha's human
transformation had been, he would rather ask the puppy about it. He had to
admit he was curious to see it; a demon Inuyasha � his own youki burned at the
thought of taming it.
Then he sighed. That was later; he had more urgent problems to deal with.
Lady Tsukiko would not appreciate the idea of him wanting
to keep a hanyou/human pet. And how was he going to explain to his parents why
there was human blood on his sheets?

A/N: Tell me what you think! ^.^
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