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The Tale of the Demon Lord	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 56279 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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XXXVI: Pain
In a haze of pain, Inuyasha came around to find himself lying on Sesshomaru's bed, a sea of anguished faces hovering over him.
Sesshomaru was holding his left hand, which still wore the engagement ring and cuff. The demon lord was stroking the hair on his head, his eyes twin amber hollows of anxiety and his lips set into a pale, grim line. Natsumi was crying quietly while sponging at the blood still pouring from the point in his belly where the initial shard had entered his flesh. Satoshi knelt beside the bed, eyes closed, palms down over Inuyasha's bared chest and abdomen, concentrating so hard on what he was doing to keep him alive that beads of perspiration stood out on his brow. Guards surrounding the bed to shield him from a possible further attack turned back now and again with concern on their faces, and attendants in the background dashed to and fro, carrying basins of water and strips of blood-soaked bandages. At the desk, Jaken, and a few healers he had not met before pored over thick tomes, frantically searching for a cure. Someone had placed a leaf of Bokusen'o's into his right hand, and he felt the warmth and encouragement from his tree-demon godfather.
"Inuyasha?" Sesshomaru said his name. "Keep your eyes open. Don't slip away from me."
Everything hurt. He could now smell Naraku's scent all over the glass shards scattered throughout his insides. Needles, countless needles, piercing him within with every breath he drew, and with every movement he tried to make. Tetsusaiga and Tenseiga keened fiercely from the side table.
"Sesshomaru…" he whispered, his chest and stomach torn with pain as he spoke.
"Don't try to speak. I know it hurts. The healers are doing all they can to keep the shards from tearing through you any further."
Inuyasha saw then that behind Satoshi, the old dog-demon healer, Yoshi, who had previously shown his dislike of him, was also present, and was pressing his palms to the wolf demon's back, lending him his strength. There was no dislike in his old face now, only deep worry, and that more than anything else told Inuyasha how bad the situation was.
"…they stop…" Inuyasha murmured. It scarcely made sense, and he knew he sounded delirious, but that was all he could manage to get past his lips as he tried to ask them what would happen to him if the healers stopped trying to keep the splinters in place.
Miraculously, Sesshomaru understood what he was trying to say, and he answered him: "If they cannot keep the shards in place, the glass will tear into your organs. The healers believe that after the initial shattering inside you, the small shards began tunnelling slowly towards your heart, lungs, stomach, liver and kidneys. They appear to have been designed to do that once inside someone."
Sesshomaru's voice was tight and angry; worse, he sounded guilty, knowing that the missile had been intended for him.
"It should have been me," he added.
Beside them, Satoshi did not open his eyes, but he spoke in a soft voice: "My lord, Your Highness, the only bright spark in this bad situation is that the shards seem to be moving very slowly for magical, organic splinters of this nature. Ordinarily, such splinters would fire within seconds throughout their target's internal organs. But I sense that they are moving slowly, possibly because they are inside the wrong target. That alone kept His Highness alive until we could use our magic to hold the splinters in place."
"How long can you keep them in place?" Sesshomaru asked.
Satoshi opened his lilac eyes now, and looked at Inuyasha, then at Sesshomaru. "To be honest, we can only slow them down significantly for the next few hours. Magical skills far greater than the powers of anyone in this castle are needed to do more than limit the damage. The rest is up to the strength and resilience of His Highness – only he can determine if he will survive the penetration of the shards into critical areas of his body."
Satoshi looked so sad that Inuyasha wanted to weep – he wanted to cry for himself, and for Sesshomaru whose heart he could feel breaking after it had just begun to heal from their father's perceived neglect, and for Satoshi whom he could see was blaming himself for being a failure of a healer… but his agitation made the pain worse, so he stopped feeling sorry for himself and swore silently that he would fight it the best he could. He now knew what would come, and he would put up the greatest battle against those insidious splinters.
But would the greatest battle he could fight be enough?
"Can't sit here… hours," Inuyasha whispered, looking at Satoshi.
"Yes we can," Satoshi replied firmly. "Even if old Healer Yoshi needs a rest, I can continue for days."
Yoshi, channelling his limited magical powers into his colleague, said: "What do you take me for, you young upstart? I don't have your magical skills, but I will lend you the strength of my demon spirit for as long as I can remain conscious – I would do nothing less for the prince who has saved my lord's life."
Inuyasha wanted to weep again, hearing words he had never imagined he would hear from an old face that had never looked upon him with kindness. But again, it hurt more to feel distressed, so he tightened his grip a little on Sesshomaru's hand – he could not grip it very strongly, not when every exertion tore through his nerves.
Natsumi had been crying so hard while trying to remain silent in order not to disturb the healers or further upset the brothers that her eyes were red and swollen. Faithfully, she cleaned up the blood that kept oozing out, keeping his skin and Satoshi's hands clean, and sending piece after piece of saturated red gauze into the basins and waiting hands of other attendants.
Inuyasha looked from her to Sesshomaru, whom someone – probably Isshin – had hastily clothed in a simple, thin robe. The scent of his own free-flowing blood was cloying, and the smell of Naraku from the splinters was disgusting, but he tried to focus on other scents too. Herbs on the burner. Jaken's distress. Hints of the forest coming from Bokusen'o's leaf. Sesshomaru's scent. Natsumi's tears. Satoshi's perspiration. The clean and comforting smell of the soft robe Sesshomaru wore, and which the side of his face could almost touch, so close was Sesshomaru seated by his pillow, so soft…
"Don't close your eyes again," Sesshomaru said. "We almost couldn't bring you round the first time. Don't slip away from me."
"Won't…" Inuyasha murmured. But he was tired and cold, and longed to curl up under a thick blanket, although he knew they could not cover his body at this time, not with all the healing going on and all the blood. Sesshomaru or someone else had slipped a woollen blanket under his body, and the corners of the blanket were pulled forward slightly over his shoulders and upper arms to warm him. Something else was warming his legs. But he was still cold, and sleepy, and…
"No, Inuyasha, don't fall asleep."
"Tired," he mumbled.
"I know, but you must not sleep."
To someone else, Sesshomaru gave orders: "Put more herbs over the water burner."
A stronger scent of stimulating herbs steeped in gently heated water soon suffused the air of his room, and helped keep him alert. Although it meant that he was more aware of his pain, it also made him feel less drowsy, a little further away from death. He gazed up at the ceiling, where Totosai's blue painting gave him interesting swirls and curves to stare at and trace with his eyes. He heard someone in the background whisper that messengers had been sent out to look for Totosai, but no one had found him yet. Inuyasha, however, knew that the crying of the swords would summon his godfather soon enough.
The effects of the herbs kept his eyes open for another hour, then they reached the limit of their effectiveness, and he grew tired again. He felt movement inside him, and saw Satoshi and Yoshi gather their remaining strength to push on and keep the splinters from shifting, but it wasn't working as well as before.
Inuyasha then felt something new and terrifying – a single-minded ferocity of will to stay alive. It seized his entire being in the most frightening way. He felt himself sliding helplessly into a state of non-mind, one that was ready to viciously rend and kill to keep this body of his going. He knew at once that this was what Totosai had warned him about – his uncontrollable demon half rising to the surface to take over his entire being and clutch unthinkingly at self-preservation.
No!
"Sess… Te – Tetsusaiga!" he hissed urgently.
"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru said. "I know what is happening. I see your eyes bleeding red and demon markings showing on your face. This could save you – your demon nature is physically stronger, so it has a better chance of keeping you alive. Let it out – let me deal with the consequences."
"No!" Inuyasha summoned all his strength and his fading sanity to snap at his brother. "No… don't want… die mad. Tetsusaiga!"
He was in such pain, and was so upset that Sesshomaru ordered one of the guards to lift the Tetsusaiga carefully by its scabbard and bring it to him. The demon lord laid the sword on the bed beside Inuyasha, and the red soon turned to gold again in the prince's eyes, the magenta stripes over his cheeks fading away as the sword did its work of keeping his demon nature in balance with the human.
Inuyasha was in greater pain now, but he was glad that he would not die crazed and wild, not knowing himself or Sesshomaru, perhaps mindlessly killing Natsumi, Satoshi and everyone else in the room. It was too bad that everything hurt so much… he stared glassily out through the small gaps between the guards standing at the foot of his bed and could just see the distant room windows and the purple hues of the world outside.
The sky was still dark, but the dawn was coming.
Inuyasha did not think he would live to see that dawn, so awful did he feel, with his flesh splitting inside him and the blood still oozing, although the flow seemed less… maybe all his blood was drained, and there was no more for his heart to pump out… so tired…
"Inuyasha! Stay with me!"
Sesshomaru's voice sounded strangely far away. He felt an odd sensation, a peculiar pressure against his spirit and all his senses, as if some powerful force was pushing against him. Something mighty and terrible was approaching fast. Was this how death heralded itself? Did it come winging towards one like a great demon whose spiritual aura extended for miles? Was this the end?
Beside him, Sesshomaru stiffened, and Inuyasha realised that something was indeed coming – something that his brother and all the other demons could sense. Surely death did not announce its arrival to everyone around a deathbed as well…?
The spiritual pressure grew greater, and the aura clearer. Sounds of servants hurrying around and calling out to one another downstairs and outside sharpened and grew in intensity, until Inuyasha wondered if Naraku was leading a massive army towards them.
But the staff did not sound panicked or afraid. They sounded excited, and Sesshomaru seemed even more tense now, although he remained outwardly calm. Was Totosai coming at last?
Then the aura softened but remained very much present, coming closer and closer, and Inuyasha wondered what was happening, until the guards surrounding the bed bowed and parted to let someone through.
That was when he saw a tall white figure, who entered the room with a graceful gliding motion and stepped smoothly up to the bed with a coldly curious question: "What have we here?"
Sesshomaru's mother had arrived.
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This was not the first impression he had hoped to make on his father's first mate, the mother of his mate-to-be, Inuyasha thought. Not this – this sorry spectacle of a half demon bloodied and shivering and tearing apart from the inside out, being mopped up and soothed and encouraged by his brother and their attendants.
Her facial features were very similar to Sesshomaru's, except that hers had a regal feminine beauty. Her hair was pure white, her eyes just as golden as his own and his brother's, and the dark blue crescent moon marking in the middle of her brow was exactly like her son's. Her magenta cheekbone markings were also very like Sesshomaru's. The white and blue robe she wore was light but fabulously elaborate.
She gazed down at Inuyasha coolly as Sesshomaru stood up to bow to her, and remarked: "Interesting. Is this the sort of thing that normally happens to the intended mate of the great demon lord?"
"Mother," Sesshomaru said, equally coldly but urgently, his hostile tone a sharp contrast to the formal politeness of his bow. "Inuyasha was hit by a magical glass shard that was meant for me. Can you do anything about it or are you going to stand there and ask frivolous questions?"
Lady Shirakumo's golden gaze glided up to lock with her son's blazing glare.
"Oh my, Sesshomaru," she murmured with a hint of amusement in her voice. "How useful your mate-to-be is – did he volunteer to be the target of the missile, or did you throw him in front of you?"
Sesshomaru tensed so visibly that all the guards and attendants recoiled. With a ferocious growl, the demon lord answered: "Mother, if you have no intention of being of use here, get out of my castle and never come back again."
"Oh dear," she sighed lightly. "My son's sense of humour clearly has not improved since my last visit fifty years ago."
"There is nothing funny about this, Mother."
"No, indeed. Not with what I am sensing from my very distant nephew's wounds – magical organic splinters from the glass of a mirror demon. Terrible."
"Mother," Sesshomaru said in a warning tone.
"But it seems that I've come just in time – despite my sole offspring's belief that any time I arrive is never a good time," Lady Shirakumo remarked, pointing a long, elegant finger at a spot on Inuyasha's chest and tracing a slow, careful line in the air over his body.
Inuyasha felt the pain of something moving again inside him, shifting much more noticeably than before, but in the opposite direction.
"That one was almost piercing his lung," Lady Shirakumo said with a cold smile. "Let's move it out of the way first, shall we? You healers are doing a good job, but I need you to lower the force you are exerting so that I can move these troublesome things with less resistance."
"But my lady, if we do that, all the splinters will be on the move again," Satoshi said.
"Not with my magic. Work with me," she ordered, putting her left hand over Satoshi's right hand and guiding it to places where she wished to ease back on the resistance, while using her right hand to point splinters away from vital organs. Naturally, she could not resist slipping in a comment about the wolf demon healer: "Well, you're a young one, aren't you? A bit scruffy in your dressing but pretty enough. Not bad at magical healing, for all that."
Sesshomaru scowled. The situation was too dire for such frivolity.
One spot, in the middle of Inuyasha's chest, seemed to resist the lady's directions, but she casually flicked a fingernail at it, a wordless yet expressive way of putting it aside to return to later.
Then she told Satoshi to move his hands away, and for him and Yoshi to step back as she quickly took over, making a motion with her hands that appeared to gather all the splinters together in the centre of Inuyasha's torso. Inuyasha stiffened and gasped with pain, but he held on to Sesshomaru's hand and Bokusen'o's leaf, and gritted his teeth against the tearing sensations inside.
Lady Shirakumo stilled her left hand over the spot, holding the shards in place. Then she looked keenly at Inuyasha with a penetrating gaze that riveted him.
"Young one, these things now have to come out. I can thread each of them back the way they came, slowly and carefully, so that I can get them out of that bloodied hole in your stomach. Or I can draw them up through the skin, taking care to avoid piercing your liver, diaphragm, lungs and the tube that joins your mouth to your stomach."
"Get them out fast," Inuyasha muttered, clenching his teeth so hard he thought they would break.
"It will hurt awfully," Lady Shirakumo warned.
"Can take it," Inuyasha insisted.
"Very well. If you say so."
"Mother, if the pain of this method is only going to kill him, use the other method," Sesshomaru said.
"My Sesshomaru, have you so little faith in the strength of your father's son? These injuries and their resulting pain may well kill the son of a lesser demon immediately, but this child of your great father's will fight hard to the end and take much longer to die, if I am not very mistaken," she said, with incongruous whimsicality.
"Just get them out," Inuyasha strained to speak.
"Patience," she murmured. "I shall do so at once. Hold him still."
Sesshomaru and Satoshi held Inuyasha's hands and shoulders while Yoshi and Isshin went round to the foot of the bed to steady the prince's legs.
"You, stand by to collect the shards and put them into an iron box with a lid," she told Natsumi, who hurried to one of the cabinets, rifled around in it frantically, and pulled out an iron stationery box whose contents she hurriedly emptied onto the floor.
With painstaking care, Lady Shirakumo's finger traced mysterious lines in the air over Inuyasha's body again, before pulling back, as if drawing an invisible string with it. The air sparked with powerful magic. As the others watched, the first of the splinters pushed up through Inuyasha's skin like a needle, emerging from his flesh.
It hurt, and Inuyasha groaned from the pain, but he thought he could bear with anything as long as it meant that those things were coming out of him.
"You can pick it up, girl," Lady Shirakumo told Natusmi. "My magic will keep it inert for a while."
Natsumi lifted it carefully from his skin and put it into the iron box before quickly closing the lid. Over and over again, the process was repeated, each splinter poking a new hole through Inuyasha's creamy skin, and causing him a fresh stab of pain. It felt as if someone was stitching an elaborate pattern inside him, and the needle was flashing up through his flesh over and over again. He winced as the seemingly endless chain of shards kept coming, one after another, the next and the next and the next, for what felt like forever.
Natsumi sobbed audibly as each shard pierced Inuyasha to leave his body, but she focused on her job of putting the glass pieces away and closing the lid after every new addition to the box.
Finally, Sesshomaru's mother returned to the spot in the middle of his chest which had troubled her earlier. She pointed her finger at it, but quickly pulled her hand away. She tried again, but once more had to pull away.
"What is wrong?" Sesshomaru asked, observing the tiniest frown appear on his mother's brow.
"The key shard – the one from which the rest appear to have splintered, and the strongest of the lot, is a vicious one."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that every time I try to move it, it grows sharper and longer and threatens to kill."
"What can be done?"
"It is lodged in a very tricky spot, close to the young one's spine, heart and lungs. The slightest provocation makes it flare. The least touch from any of its sharp points could paralyse or kill him. We may have to leave it."
"We cannot leave a thing like that inside him," Sesshomaru said.
"Well, I'm afraid we will have to until I have had time to study it further. It is resisting my attempts to shift it, but I can coat it with a shield of magic to prevent it from shifting or growing. A very clever thing, this. If it had entered the target it was truly meant for – I mean you, of course – it would have killed you on impact. It is behaving itself ever so slightly only because your mate-to-be is a target it was apparently not meant to harm. By the way, thank you for so considerately informing me through such a curt letter about your intentions with regard to my very distant nephew. How charming to be told in such a way that one's only child plans to take a mate."
Sesshomaru held his tongue as his mother chose not to wait for his response, but to start on shielding Inuyasha from the key shard immediately. She focused her immense magic on the spot over the shard, directed her healing prowess at the magical glass, and concentrated on the task for many minutes until she could do no more, and withdrew her hand.
"There you go. It will stay put. It is still sharp and may hurt if you exert yourself, but it won't migrate. However, I must warn you that if the one who controls the shard gives it an order to kill, it will sharpen and kill immediately. I suspect that will not happen just yet as you, my Sesshomaru, were the one who was meant to be killed, not this charming half-demon you engaged yourself to be mated to without first seeking my blessing."
"Inuyasha, are you all right?" Sesshomaru asked, guilt piercing him even more strongly as he gazed at the beloved face of his brother, pale and clammy with the strain of enduring such punishing treatment.
"I'm fine," Inuyasha whispered. He was, in truth, shattered. But relief flooded him as he moved his limbs and felt no more stabbing pains inside his body. To Sesshomaru's mother, he said: "Thank you, Lady Shirakumo."
"You are quite welcome. This is a most interesting case – I must add it to my volumes of medical remedies. Medicine is quite a hobby of mine, if you want to know. Now what should we do about these naughty little shards in this box?"
Lady Shirakumo took the iron box from Natsumi and moved a hand around it, sensing the nature of its contents.
"Difficult. Very difficult. The splinters have already joined up with one another into a single shard, and are waiting to pierce flesh again. Given enough space and momentum, they could even pierce this box. But I may be able to keep them quiet for a while…"
At this point, they were interrupted by a ruckus from outside, followed by an anxious and angry female voice remonstrating with the castle staff, the sound of a few quick blows exchanged, more noises and shouts, and a familiar voice shouting Sesshomaru's name.
The demon lord ordered his guards to stand down. At once, a gust of wind blew Kagura through the bedroom windows on a giant white feather. She jumped lightly off her craft, which shrank into something small enough for her nimble fingers to tuck into her hair.
"Sesshomaru!" Kagura shouted again, pushing aside with her magic fan the staff that a guard held out to block her way.
Sesshomaru held up his hand, and the guard stepped back. In the same instant, everyone in the room realised that Kagura was emitting no demon aura and no scent at all – just as the mirror demon assassin had given off none.
"I told you before that you would be able to sense and scent Kanna's mirror shard as well as you could scent her – but I did not know then that she would use this!" Kagura said grimly.
She held out her open hand. Resting in the palm was a strange blue shard which appeared to have been broken off from a larger crystal.
"What is that?" Sesshomaru demanded.
"It's a shard of a nulling stone," Kagura explained. "I first heard about such a stone many years ago, while I was still with Naraku. It was said to be able to completely disguise a demon's aura and scent. He sent us all out to search for it. But none of us knew then if it was pure legend, and I heard no more of it after I parted ways with my family. This morning, however, I was attacked by a demon grown from my sister's mirror, with no scent and no aura. I fought it with my fan, which worked against it once I realised what it was. As I said, no one knows better than I do how to deal with my sister's slippery mirror tricks. I drove my wind blades deep into its body, and knocked this blue shard out of it. Only then did the demon's scent and aura flood my house. And only then did I realise that the nulling stone is no legend."
"How did they bring such a thing into the castle without our noticing that any of their demon auras were blocked?" Sesshomaru wondered.
"There are so many ways it could have been done," Kagura explained. "They could have put a spell on a small animal and had it carry the nulling shard in separately from them –"
"The centipede which bit the art gallery custodian," Sesshomaru said quickly as the pieces fell into place. "A nulling shard. That is why we had no sense of the assassin's presence. And that is why my people found two holes in a sculpture in which we thought only the glass shard had hidden – it must have lodged there beside the nulling shard it was meant to work with. Where is the assassin now?"
"It turned back into a shard of glass and flew off into the sky. It cannot return so quickly undetected, now that it has no piece of the nulling stone with it. But once it finds its way to Naraku, it may obtain another piece and come back, concealed all over again… oh gods, has it hurt your brother?"
Kagura had only just realised that the pale figure lying in the blood-soaked bed was the prince.
"Those shards are very nearly unstoppable…" Kagura looked stricken at the thought that her family had done this to Sesshomaru's beloved brother.
"Nonetheless, I have stopped them, at least for now," Lady Shirakumo announced.
"My lady," Kagura bowed to the tall and imposing dog demoness. "Have you succeeded in removing the splinters with your magic?"
"I have. Except one that sits near his heart, spine and lungs, and resists all attempts to shift it by growing sharper and longer every time I try."
"That would be the key shard. It cannot be removed by magic, only by physical intervention. However, on occasions when it does not kill upon impact, it is designed to swiftly position itself so that attempts at physical removal will probably end up killing the one in whom it is lodged. It would be placed so that trying to cut it out of His Highness' body would only mean cutting through his spine, heart or lungs – which would be fatal even for one as strong as the prince."
"It wasn't meant for him," Sesshomaru said quietly, in a voice that was as close to utter misery as Inuyasha had ever heard from his brother. "It was meant for me."
Kagura's eyes brightened at those words. "That means it may not act as aggressively in him."
"We realise that now, but the fact remains that we cannot do anything about that thing inside him. The assassin even tried to avoid engaging him in combat – it seemed to have been under orders not to hurt him. But Inuyasha leaped in front of me when it fired its shard, and took what was intended for myself."
"It tried to avoid him?" Kagura asked sharply.
"Yes."
"So that was what happened with Hakudoshi!" she exclaimed.
"What are you talking about?" Sesshomaru asked.
"You told me a week ago at my house about Hakudoshi touching Inuyasha's hair. Now I understand. He wasn't doing anything to your brother's hair – he was taking a loose strand to press into Kanna's mirror, so that it would send orders to the shard it had left behind to identify him as the one who must not be harmed. Naraku did not want to hurt your brother. He only wanted to kill you!"
"So Inuyasha should never have been hurt," Sesshomaru said grimly.
"If he did not want the prince hurt, he would have tried to make more certain of that by protecting him in other ways," Kagura said quickly. "Did Naraku give him anything of a protective nature?"
"The amulet," Sesshomaru said.
"Where is it? If His Highness had been wearing it, the shard would never have entered him."
"It's too late for that now."
"Yes, but perhaps we can still use it to reduce the shard that remains in him."
"Of course," Lady Shirakumo said, her golden eyes widening. "A protective amulet designed to shield someone against such an attack could work in combination with magic to shrink and round out any such shard remaining in the particular person it was meant to shield."
"Fetch that amulet from the treasury immediately!" Sesshomaru ordered.
Attendants and guards rushed out of the room towards the treasury at top speed and returned shortly with the golden amulet.
Lady Shirakumo examined it with interest. "It has been some time since I have seen anything as beautifully made as this, with such protective capabilities. In the shape of a spider-demon courtship gift too! Fascinating."
She experimented with it by holding it between her hand and the iron box in which the splinters were housed. Within seconds, she declared herself very satisfied. She moved quickly over to Inuyasha, and placed the amulet on his chest. Once again, she directed her magic into his body, but through the amulet this time. When at last she withdrew her hand, she had a smile on her face.
"Excellent. This has allowed me to shrink the shard and blunt its ends without retaliation from it, although it continues to resist removal in its usual aggressive way. I am pleased to announce that the shard is now a rounded piece of glass, like a small marble, nestled in this handsome young chest – such beautiful muscles! It won't move of its own accord now. I must caution you that if the one who controls the shard chooses to command that it be made sharp again, it will still respond. However, as you were not the target of the assassination attempt, we can hope that it will stay inert. With the object inside you nicely rounded now, you should be able to exert yourself as much as you like once you recover – if you recover!"
Sesshomaru glared at her again, but his main concern was Inuyasha.
"Do you feel better?" he asked softly, stroking his hair and ears.
"Yeah. Lots."
"He has lost much blood," Sesshomaru's mother warned. "That may still cause trouble. The bleeding should stop now that no more shards are piercing him inside, though so very much has poured out of him. He must rest very well for a few days to give his half-demon powers a chance to heal him. He's not completely out of danger. But for now, he can sleep."
Inuyasha, who had been fighting his fatigue for so long, heard Lady Shirakumo's words. He locked eyes with her, then looked at Sesshomaru, who nodded gravely to him. At once, he closed his eyes with a sigh of relief, and sank into a deep rest.
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