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response to Nikkie23534 � Way to go!!! Death to all molesters indeed. ^.^
To clarify a few crucial points NO he was absolutely not turned on by what Inu was telling him. After I read your review, I reread the
entire chapter to see if I�d implied that somehow but I couldn�t find anything
like that. Sessh�s reaction to that story will be
clear a few chapters later. Also, regarding the questions you had about Izayoi and where Naraku is will
also be answered soon enough. All I can say is that no, the bastard is not
dead. I was very happy to read your review coz it means that I�ve been able to
keep the mystery of the plot and also raise questions in my readers at the same
time. If, after a few chapters, I still haven�t answered those questions
satisfactorily, please do ask again. Ja ne!
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Chapter
7 � Unexpected Wounds

Inuyasha woke up the next day feeling as
though a team of construction workers were hammering iron inside his skull.

�Urgh,� he groaned,
moving his head slightly and grimacing at the pain.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, and was
immensely relieved to find that the room was dimly lit. There were no windows
open; curtains were drawn over them and across what Inuyasha assumed were
semi-transparent doors.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he looked
around the room with growing alarm. It was beautifully, though simply decorated
and Inuyasha remembered he had been in Sesshoumaru�s room last night, drinking
wine.

He forced himself to sit up in bed,
ignoring the blinding pain in his head. He looked around the unfamiliar room
with growing alarm. Sesshoumaru�s room�he�d spent the night in Sesshoumaru�s
house? And the wine�

Passing a hand across his throbbing
forehead, he fell back onto the pillows. He�d gotten drunk in Sesshoumaru�s
room�they�d been talking about Naraku�and then�

�and then what?

He couldn�t remember. He couldn�t feel any
suspicious stickiness in his pants; and his ass wasn�t sore - so it was
reasonable safe to assume nothing had happened between them, though he couldn�t
say he was surprised. Sesshoumaru did not seem like the type to take advantage
of a drunk guy. But if he tried to strain his memory
too much at this point, his head felt like it would explode so he let it be for
the time being.

Wetting his dry lips with his tongue,
Inuyasha�s eyes wandered over the room and landed on a glass of water on a
bedside table. Taking it gratefully, he swallowed the whole amount in a couple
of gulps, then regretted it as his sensitive stomach
twisted in protest at the sudden onslaught.

Taking a deep breath, he threw off the covers
and wandered over to the curtains. Each step sent a pounding pain through his
head � when was the last time he�d had a hangover this bad? Arms weak with
sleep tugged the heavy curtains apart, then immediately pulled them back as the
harsh sunlight did nothing for his headache. Judging by the intensity of the
sunlight, it was close to or just past noon. Damn it! He�d missed school.

Not having the courage to brave the
sunlight once more, Inuyasha made his way towards the door, praying that the
rest of the house was as dimly lit.

It wasn�t.

�Oh fucking hell,� Inuyasha muttered,
shielding his eyes with his forearm, squinting to see where he was going. The
house was very well lit with natural light, although it was at a pleasant
temperature, not as hot as it probably was outside.

�Inuyasha-san,�

Inuyasha turned at the vaguely familiar
voice. It was the servant from the night before.

�Oh hey,� Inuyasha turned to him fully,
relieved at not having to wander about the huge-ass mansion alone. �Where�s the
kitchen?�

Inuyasha could tell that the servant tried
to keep his face impassive but this confusion showed on his face.

�The�kitchens?� he asked tentatively. The
young Lord�s...companion wanted to go
to the kitchens so early in the morning? That was a first.

Inuyasha frowned at the look on his face. �Uhhh�yeah. I�ll go make myself
some coffee if that�s ok,� he stated hesitantly, wondering if he was disturbing
the household.

�Oh,� the relief on the servant�s face was
apparent and he gave Inuyasha a small smile. �If you would wait in the dining
room, Inuyasha-san, I will have the coffee right over. Or perhaps you would
prefer to have it in the guest room?�

Inuyasha scratched the back of his hair,
belatedly realizing that he hadn�t bothered to look into the mirror before he
wandered about the mansion. He most likely had a very serious case of bed hair.

�Uhh�no that�s
alright,� he muttered, embarrassed. �I�ll�just wait in the- the dining room.�

The servant bowed. �Very
good. It is to the right of the living room.�

Inuyasha nodded awkwardly then made his way
down the stairs and to the room the servant had indicated. But when he reached
it, he paused at the doorway, unsure.

Sesshoumaru sat alone at the table, a
breakfast plate and a cup of coffee in front of him, reading the newspaper.
Inuyasha had no idea of what to say to him now, after having confessed his
darkest secrets to the demon. He didn�t remember Sesshoumaru�s reaction to what
he�d said; all he remembered was the roiling emotions that had come back the
previous night as he recounted what he�d tried to keep buried for so long.� What had Sesshoumaru thought of all that? He
hadn�t meant to reveal that much; but once the dam had broken, everything had
just sort of rushed forth.

�Inuyasha,�

He jerked out of his thoughts as the demon
prince called his name.

�Umm�hey,� he murmured, unable to quite
meet his eyes. He looked away, down, and then frowned, momentarily distracted
from his misery as he glanced down at his clothes. He was wearing
pajamas�pajamas that were not his�

�Your clothes were wet,� Sesshoumaru
interjected, correctly interpreting his confused look. �I had them washed. I
hope you find these acceptable for the time being.�

Inuyasha nodded. �Thank you. Sorry about
spilling your wine.�

Sesshoumaru didn�t correct him. If the boy
didn�t remember that it was his own blood that had stained his clothes, he,
Sesshoumaru, was certainly not going open that particular can of worms.

�Please sit,� Sesshoumaru invited, eyes
straying subtly to his right hand, which had been injured with the shattering
of the wine glass. It was completely healed; there were no scars. That rate of
healing indicated that the hanyou came from powerful demon parentage.

Inuyasha shuffled self-consciously to the
chair opposite his boyfriend and sat down, looking down in surprise at the
cleverly made chair that drained the tension out of his back and neck as he
relaxed into it. Huh. Who knew chairs apart from bean bags could be so comfy?

A servant walked in with a tray containing a
pot of coffee, a mug, sugar cubes in a bowl, milk and cream. He couldn�t help
smiling despite his physical discomfort and the awkwardness of the situation.
There was nothing like the aroma of fresh, hot coffee early in the morning.

�Take that away,� Sesshoumaru ordered.
Inuyasha turned surprised eyes on his boyfriend. Since when had the demon
prince begun to order him about?

�What the hell-� he
began as the servant bowed to the master of the house and retreated with the
tray.

�Water is best after a hangover,�
Sesshoumaru explained, interrupting what promised to be the beginning of a
tirade. �Coffee will agitate your stomach.�

�No it won�t!� Inuyasha insisted, glaring.
�There�s nothing like coffee to get rid of a hangover.�

Sesshoumaru stared back at him coolly. The
servant returned with a jug of cool water and a glass. The demon and hanyou
continued their match of wills while the servant placed the water in front of
Inuyasha. Inuyasha�s eyes wavered, torn between defiance and a sense of guilt.
Finally, the guilt won and the half-demon yielded, lowering his eyes to the
glass of water in front of him. He brought the glass to his lips with a grimace
and slowly took a sip.

Surprisingly, the cool water felt good.
Inuyasha scowled half-heartedly at the demon Lord.

�Bully,� he muttered, partly angry at being
bossed around and partly relieved as it didn�t seem as though Sesshoumaru hated
him.

Sesshoumaru smirked, giving him a you know it look and Inuyasha looked away,
pretending he hadn�t just lost that little contest.

�So why aren�t you at school?� he asked,
giving the casually dressed prince an appreciative once over. This was the
first time Inuyasha had seen the other look so relaxed; it was nice. And, of
course, the demon looked good in just about everything
although he did seem to have a marked preference for white.

Sesshoumaru shrugged slightly and Inuyasha
took that to mean that he had bunked school for no particular reason.

�You know we�re gonna get in trouble,� he
reminded Sesshoumaru, wondering how he could be so nonchalant. This particular
school was famous for it�s intolerance of any hint of insincerity.

Sesshoumaru seemed amused by that. �No, we
will not.�

Inuyasha�s eyes narrowed. �Why not?�

The demon Lord raised an eyebrow. �Do you
wish to?�

Inuyasha squinted at him, half exasperated.
�Of course not! It�s just-�

�Sesshoumaru-sama.�

Both turned around as a demon came in and
bowed low.

�What is it?� Sesshoumaru asked.

�Sumimasen,
Sesshoumaru-sama,� the servant bowed again and held out an open silver cell
phone. �Nagataka in the south east is-�

Inuyasha looked on in surprise as
Sesshoumaru frowned thunderously and stood up.

�I apologize, Inuyasha. I need to take care
of this. Please excuse me.�

Inuyasha nodded and Sesshoumaru took the phone
and walked out of the room.

Inuyasha sat silently at the table for a
few seconds, looking around, and then he grew impatient. Standing up, he headed
out into the living room. It was as beautiful and elegant as the rest of the
house but what struck Inuyasha the most was that there were no pictures on the
wall. Sure, there was art � bizarre looking probably very expensive art � but
no photographs. But he wasn�t in the mood to appreciate strange pictures right
now. He wanted to get rid of his headache. Maybe he needed more sleep�but he
doubted he would be able to go back to sleep now that he�d woken up.

He glanced surreptitiously at the demon
Lord talking over the phone in low tones. He didn�t seem like he would be done
any time soon. He could probably shower and get dressed in the meantime.

He turned back again, eyes searching for
the familiar servant. Inuyasha found him standing at a respectful distance.
Inuyasha had hardly taken two steps in his direction before the older man bowed
and hurried towards him.

�Is there something you need,
Inuyasha-san?�

Inuyasha nodded. �Is there a shower I can
use?�

The servant bowed again. �Of
course. It is attached to the guest room. This way, please.�

�Uhh that�s ok.
I�ll find it, thanks,� Inuyasha assured him, then headed back up the stairs.
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A half hour later, Inuyasha walked back
downstairs, in much better spirits than before. That was, he had to admit, the
best shower he�d ever head, with the fancy dials and the awesome soap. His head
was much better now, with the combination of hot and cold water, and he was
dressed in a shirt and pants that were his size. The servant had tried to
explain as delicately as possible that the house kept a spare set in case of
emergencies. Inuyasha didn�t think too much of it, figuring it was another rich
guy thing.

�So what�re we gonna
do the whole day?� Inuyasha asked, walking towards the demon Lord sitting in
the living room. He was sitting on the steel grey coloured
couch.

Sesshoumaru gave him a once over. These clothes
fit Inuyasha a lot better but for some reason, he wanted to see the hanyou in his
clothes, even though they were far too big for him.

�I had thought we could go out into that
forest you seemed so attracted to. If you are feeling up to it, that is.�

Inuyasha�s face brightened. �Oh man, that�s
a great idea!� He�d thought they would do something boring all day, like watch
T. V. or movies or something but this was so much better.
�When can we go?�

Sesshoumaru seemed amused by his eagerness.
�Would you not like to eat something first?�

Inuyasha reddened, remembering he�d not had
breakfast. �Heh�yeah that�s probably a good idea. But
I�ll eat after a while if you don�t mind. My stomach�s not quite settled yet.�

Sesshoumaru nodded. �Of
course.�

Inuyasha walked over to the couch and sat
down next to the demon Lord, facing him. Like everything else in the house, the
couch was also extremely comfortable, made out of some strange soft material,
probably imported. Like the rest of the house, this room was very modern.
Inuyasha didn�t meet Sesshoumaru�s eyes, instead preferring to fidget with the
corner of the cover of a magazine lying next to him. He didn�t want to broach
this topic but if he remained silent, it would just be an unpleasant elephant
in the room for the both of them, ruining their day. Best to
get it over with.
�
�So�what happened last night?�

Sesshoumaru sighed internally. He would
have to face the question some time.

�How much do you remember?� he asked in
return.

Inuyasha shrugged, embarrassed. �I was
telling you�stuff and- and then I got really drunk and everything is
just�really blurred.�

He took a deep breath.

�I remember I was really pissed at you for-
for some reason and- and I wanted to attack you-�

Although he knew that rationally, he had
absolutely no reason to be angry with him. From what he could remember, the
demon Lord�s reaction had been of acceptance rather than anything else.

He watched Sesshoumaru�s face closely for
any reaction to what he said, wondering if he�d actually done it or if it was
just in his head. It was difficult to separate the two when he was that drunk.
When Sesshoumaru didn�t say anything, he had to ask.

�Did I? Attack you, I mean?�

Sesshoumaru tilted his head to the side
slightly, eyes amused. A few strands of his silver hair fell over his shoulder.
�No, you did not, Inuyasha.�

There was something in his face that made
Inuyasha think he wasn�t being entirely truthful.

�Hey look if I did, I�m really sorry,
alright? I didn�t hurt you, did I? I�m sorry-�

�Inuyasha,� Sesshoumaru interrupted. �I am
unharmed.�

Well that was true enough, although it was
endearing how the hanyou thought he could hurt him
even when intoxicated.

Inuyasha bit his lip and looked away. He
didn�t tell him the other vague images that he had of the previous night. Of
Sesshoumaru grabbing him and cutting him and saying�all those things that made
him so hot and then blood�

But that was probably just the colour of the red wine messing with his head. There was no
way Sesshoumaru actually did all that. It was just one of his more vivid
fantasies, that�s all. He�d said too much already,
about all his sick, twisted desires. Sesshoumaru probably just wanted to forget
the whole thing. He didn�t quite remember if he�d told the demon Lord about how
he fantasized about him�god, he hoped not. But he didn�t want to make an even
bigger fool of himself by asking.

�So..uh..�

He scratched the back of his hair, suddenly
very, very embarrassed.

�Look, I�m really sorry about all this. I-I
shouldn�t have�you should never have to-�

�Inuyasha,� Sesshoumaru cut him off again.
�It is alright. I asked, didn�t I? I wanted to know, and you told me. You
have�nothing to apologize for.�

Inuyasha looked at him incredulously. �But
all those things I told you-!�

�I asked,� Sesshoumaru reminded him again.
�It was difficult for you to recount those memories. You are not ready to talk
of it again. It is fine. We can talk about it when you are ready.�

Inuyasha nodded slowly, unsure. Was this
guy for real? Was he still dreaming or high something?

�Really?� he tried one last time. �There�s
nothing you wanna ask me or-?�

�No,� Sesshoumaru assured him, looking away
from him, lost in his own thoughts.

They could avoid the topic all they wanted
but Sesshoumaru knew that the cat was out of the bag now. The secret that the hanyou had confided in him was too big to pretend as if it
didn�t exist and whatever had happened that night, even if Inuyasha didn�t
remember it, it didn�t change the fact that it had happened. If there was any chance they would work, they would
have to acknowledge that their relationship was far from normal. Sooner or
later, they would have to come to terms with that�

�but not right now.

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�Wow�� Inuyasha whispered, unable to take
his eyes off his beautiful surroundings.

After eating, Sesshoumaru had suggested
they walk through the forest. For humans, it might have been considered a hike
since the forest was not entirely level; there were mountains surrounding the
small town at the outskirts of the forest and deep valleys. But Sesshoumaru did
not intend to take Inuyasha so far inside. For as far as they
were going, it might as well be considered a walk. Besides, no humans
were stupid enough to enter this forest.

Sesshoumaru had led him to a beautiful
clearing a little way inside the forest. Inuyasha had since been rooted to the
spot, slowly turning in place, neck craned towards the sky that he could see peeking
out from amidst the tops of the trees. The afternoon sunlight coloured them blue and green and Inuyasha was charmed. The
forests in his hometown were nowhere near as beautiful or vast as this one.

Sesshoumaru, to Inuyasha�s surprise, had
gracefully lowered himself to the ground under a tree. He would have thought a
prince, used to living in such luxury would feel queasy about sitting on the
dirty forest floor but that didn�t seem to be the case. So Inuyasha was free to
enjoy the peace and beauty of the forest without the demon hovering over him.

After a while, when Inuyasha glanced at the
demon Lord to find that he�d closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the
tree trunk. The rays of sunlight coming in through gaps in the trees
beautifully framed the silvery form of the resting prince and Inuyasha found
that he could not take his eyes off of him. He committed every aspect of the
scene to memory; years later when he remembered his relationship with the demon
prince of the Western Lands, he was sure that this would be one of the things
he would never forget.

In the quiet of the forest, his headache
was now down to a dull weight in his head. But the quiet and stillness of the
forest soon brought forth thoughts he�d rather not think about. They�d avoided
the topic earlier on but they would have to address it sooner or later. How was
their relationship to go ahead, especially the physical aspects? Earlier, when
Sesshoumaru had kissed him, he hadn�t felt anything � no passion, no arousal. He
couldn�t very well expect Sesshoumaru to hurt him when they were intimate;
hell, he didn�t even want that! He�d probably break it off himself if
Sesshoumaru tried some crazy shit. But of course, he wouldn�t. Sesshoumaru wasn�t
that kind of a guy.

Leaves rustled gently as a soft breeze
picked up in the forest. There were soft sounds of birds calling to each other.
Inuyasha glanced once to make sure Sesshoumaru�s eyes were still closed, then
placed on hand on the trunk of a tree and hoisted himself
up, climbing swiftly to the tallest branch.
�Oh,�

He was disappointed. This wasn�t the
tallest tree in the forest, then. He�d misjudged it. He could just see trees in
front of him, not the fringes of the forest. It was an incredible experience to
stand on the tallest spot and see everything below for miles.

�Inuyasha?�

Ah crap! The demon had woken up....he hadn�t
wanted Sesshoumaru to see him climbing random trees like a monkey.

�Eh�just a sec,� he called, trying to see
his boyfriend but there were too many leaves in the way. �I�m coming down-�

�No need.�

�Eeep!� Inuyasha jumped, then cursed at his idiot
of a boyfriend now floating at his eyelevel. �Baka! What the hell do you think you�re doing?�

Sesshoumaru seemed amused. �Were you
frightened?�

That just pissed Inuyasha off all the more.
�Grrr! Of course not, you idiot! I was just�I didn�t
expect you to come up here. I told you I was coming down.�

�Hmm,� Sesshoumaru floated over to his
branch and touched down gently. Inuyasha marveled at how the branch didn�t even
sag under his weight. It was as though he weighed nothing at all.

�Why are you up here?�

Inuyasha looked away from him and out at
the trees stretching in front of him. �I thought I�d be able to see the whole
forest from here but I guess there are too many trees taller than this one.�

Sesshoumaru shook his head slightly. �This isn�t
that kind of forest. You won�t be able to see the entire forest no matter what
tree you climb.�

�Oh,� Inuyasha said, �So it�s not a flat
land, huh? Some part of it is at a height?�

�Yes,� Sesshoumaru replied.

They stood there in companionable silence
for a few moments. After a while, Inuyasha glanced sideways at Sesshoumaru.

�Why did you say this forest is dangerous? Doesn�t look like there are any
demons or even animals around.�

Sesshoumaru also turned away from the view.

�There are,� he assured Inuyasha.

Inuyasha snorted. �If there were, we�d have
been attacked ten times over by now. Demons don�t appreciate strangers in their
territory.�

Sesshoumaru smiled slightly. �I am not a
stranger.�

The half-demon frowned. �But I am,� he
pointed out.

�I don�t think you understand,� Sesshoumaru
told him lightly, turning towards the view again, of the sun slowly travelling
lower in the sky. The wind gently picked up his silvery hair, tossing the
strands gently in the air. �They will not dare attack anyone who is with me.�

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at what he
considered an over-arrogant statement.

�Yeah, I don�t think that�s how it is,� he
said skeptically.

�But that is exactly how it is,�
Sesshoumaru said, his voice soft and almost hypnotic. �I know almost everything
about you, Inuyasha, but do not assume you know anything about me.�

Inuyasha turned his head towards him,
startled. The demon almost sounded pissed.

�You�re right,� he agreed, turning back
towards the view. �I don�t know anything about you. I just meant that I know at
least that much about demons, that�s all.�

He missed the way Sesshoumaru�s eyes
widened slightly and his hand clenched reflexively at his side.

He
doesn�t want to know, Sesshoumaru realized then,
with startling pain. He doesn�t want to know more about me�
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