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And You, My Brother	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15030 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter II: What, shall I stab him as he sleeps?
Sesshomaru should logically have flown to the spot where he had left his kappa follower Jaken and dragon Ah-Un to dump Inuyasha there until his hanyou powers returned with the daylight and assisted his healing.
But there wasn't much that was logical about his carrying his half-brother like a pup away from the scene of the carnage in the woods, so he continued along that illogical path by bearing him to a quiet clearing by a spring in a larger forest, an area he frequented and knew to be deserted because every sentient creature that might have traipsed through it took a detour once it detected his taiyoukai scent and the waves of his power which lingered in that territory even in his absence.
He deposited Inuyasha's unconscious form on the grass beside the spring and contemplated the bloodied figure reeking with mud and grime and sweat. Observing no sign of returning consciousness, and with a long night still ahead of them, Sesshomaru turned to the spring-fed pool and began to see to the matter of getting the filth out of his white vestments and his trailing mokomoko mane, against which Inuyasha's head had rested when he held him in his arms.
He unfastened his breastplate, dropped it to the ground along with the sash that secured his armour to his waist, and slipped his feet elegantly from his boots, but otherwise waded fully clothed into the pool. He would let the water do its work and ease the stubborn stains out with his fingers where necessary – he would be damned if he was going to stoop half-naked by the water scrubbing at clothing bunched in his hands as if he was some laundry boy.
Although neither cold nor heat to a certain degree bothered his taiyoukai physique, warmth was certainly more pleasant than either extreme of temperature, and Sesshomaru frequented this spring because its waters were warm enough to put him in a neutral frame of mind. Already, his nose told him that the bubbling movements of the water were clearing most of the grime from the silk and fur, and light strokes from his fingers did the rest.
When he was satisfied that the dirt and blood were gone, he emerged from the water, dripping wet from his silver hair to the mokomoko which draped about his right shoulder like an immense, very waterlogged fur boa, to the legs of his white hakama, which usually billowed but now clung to his skin, deflated.
He shook the water out of his hair and fur like the dog he really was, then sat down on a rock a few feet from where Inuyasha lay, to wait for the considerable heat his body was capable of generating to dry out the rest of him.
As he sat there, he contemplated his brother's form again, and sniffed the air once more to take in the offensive odours plastering Inuyasha's body.
He would have left him to reek until he awoke to clean himself up, had Inuyasha not twitched in a moment of semi-consciousness, and turned onto his side to curl into a foetal position with a tiny whimper that Sesshomaru's ears only just caught.
Something about that movement triggered a memory of Rin curling up for greater warmth in the cold nights against Ah-Un's flank. Yes, Rin, the little girl he had left for her own good with humans who would care for her and teach her things a female child growing rapidly into puberty ought to learn from her own kind and her own sex, and not from an all-male trio of two mismatched demons and a twin-headed dragon.
She was for all intents and purposes a daughter to him, but he had no mate to offer her as a mother, so he had done what he believed was best for her. Sesshomaru missed the child and visited her regularly, but seeing her occasionally was never the same as having her run circles round him as she drove Jaken to distraction and kept Ah-Un amused.
Perhaps, he thought, when she was older and wouldn't have to come to him – or worse, Jaken – to ask awkward questions about her changing body, or the human female menstrual cycle that would undoubtedly be starting in her any time now, or the nature of the peculiar interest that human (and some youkai) males would soon start taking in her, she could rejoin them and be a proper child of his once more.
Then again, maybe not. Who was he to keep her from falling in love and starting a family – a proper family, not this motley band of assorted dysfunctional demons – just so that she could be his daughter all day, every day? As a father, he ought to let her create her own life and her own line, and not keep her with him until she had no one else in all the world to love but himself (or infinitely worse, Jaken). He would not allow that, for she was in spirit purely his daughter; nothing in him would permit that to change between them. And he most certainly would not leave her to that irritating kappa who, come to think of it, behaved more like a petulant grandfather to the girl than a babysitter.
Now, as he gazed upon the curled-up figure of Inuyasha on the grass, he considered the ironic truth that while a human child who was no blood relation of his felt so perfectly like his own daughter, this creature before him who was actually his half-sibling had never seemed like a brother to him. Their shared blood aroused no fraternal affection in his heart while Rin's alien blood had never impeded his paternal instincts.
Nonetheless, the lad's movements had brought Rin to mind. Perhaps that was what prompted Sesshomaru to rise to his feet and cross over to where he lay, to check on him. He was still breathing normally, still unconscious, and terribly filthy. That bothered Sesshomaru now, although it had not troubled him earlier apart from the annoyance of knowing that it would mess up his own garments.
He bent down to peel open the left lapel of his brother's fire-rat suikan and the layers below it, and saw that portions of the youkai's lopped-off legs were still stuck in his chest. Sesshomaru extracted them and tossed them aside, away from the pool. The puncture wounds bled afresh, and he instinctively took action to stem the flow.
He undid the fastenings at Inuyasha's waist and chest, parted the red suikan and the white nagajuban under it, and found a thin layer of hadajuban beneath that. Sesshomaru eased Inuyasha's left arm out of its two upper sleeve layers, then took hold of the hadajuban sleeve and tore it off. He was attempting to be considerate about Inuyasha's clothing, and the hanyou had better not complain later about having his undergarments ripped apart. Sesshomaru could more conveniently have seized a sleeve-length of fire rat – but he wasn't about to be that evil, at least for now.
He rent the piece of white fabric in two and pressed one half firmly against the puncture wounds to staunch the blood. Then he turned to the pool and dipped the other half of the torn-off cloth into the water, saturating it before wringing it out and stepping back to Inuyasha's side.
He began sponging the grime off his face and neck. The cloth quickly grew stained with dirt, so he turned again to the pool to rinse out the fabric before resuming his task, this time wiping more blood, half-dried sweat, youkai slime and mud off Inuyasha's shoulders and chest, which he exposed as he went along. The Tetsusaiga was getting in the way, so he freed the sheath from its tie and laid the sword down on the grass, beside his brother's left leg.
Trying not to recontaminate his own garments, he lifted Inuyasha into a sitting position so that he could peel the clothes entirely off his torso, then turned him over and cleaned the filth off his back as well, picking out splinters of tree bark along the way, before laying him back down.
He briefly considered completing the job by undoing the lad's hakama and sponging down the rest of him, but quickly opted to leave things as they were. While very little in this world could faze Sesshomaru, even he conceded that it would most definitely be awkward if Inuyasha should open his eyes in time to catch him in the process of removing his trousers.
That decision left Sesshomaru standing over Inuyasha with a bundle of his half-brother's absolutely grubby upper garments clutched in his left hand, and a shredded half-sleeve of hadajuban in his right.
Sesshomaru discarded the half-sleeve, then, with what was almost – for him – a sigh of resignation, he stepped over to the pool and did what he had earlier been so set against doing for himself: he stooped by the water and scrubbed the grime out of Inuyasha's clothes as if he was a laundry boy.
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