Inuyasha fic : The Pain in My Heart 7
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sarasteOMG, just noticed I had let one chapter out... Gomen...
Fandom : Inuyasha
Pairing : Inuyasha and Miroku
Warnings : Mentions of rape, excessive fluff, angst, darkfic, disfiguration..
Disclaimer : Don't own them, never have, never will.
Miroku trod slowly into the room. Inuyasha was laying on his side. He seemed to be in a deep sleep. Miroku sat by him and sighed deeply. 'He loves me?' He tucked away some stray strands of his white mane from the hanyo's face. Miroku cringed when his gaze fell on the deep, ugly gashes running over Inuyasha's eyes. They weren't the puffy, bloated wounds he had seen weeks ago but still scabby scars. Not yet fully healed, the skin around them was red and they were still seeping a mostly clear liquid clotted with dark strands of Naraku's poison. The monk forced himself to swallow the bile rising up in his throat. He just had to look away.
But then he looked back, etching every detail into his mind's eye as a reminder what he would have to save Inuyasha from. He knew Inuyasha probably didn't know how bad his eyes looked, but he must have some idea. He would have to try and save Inuyasha from his self and from the memories that haunted him, and remembering those clear signs etched on his face was a way to do that.
Now while Inuyasha slept and wasn't constantly throwing him out he had a chance to see how his other wounds had healed. The hanyo's limbs were still covered in bandages and so was his torso. His face except for the small cuts and bruises that had already healed had not even been bandaged save for his eyes. Miroku didn't even want to think how the worst wounds after them, done by Naraku as he had violated, raped Inuyasha, were healing. Didn't want to think how his precious beloved hanyo had suffered.
But the worst wounds, the one's which might never even heal were those of the heart, of his soul. Miroku prayed would let him close, let him love him. Otherwise he feared that he would just slowly wither away.
He withdrew his has reluctantly as the hanyo stirred, shifting in his sleep, moaning voicelessly. Miroku stared at him twist, clench his hands and trash. Fevered words fell as a whispered mantra from his lips.
“No.. Please.. Please.. No..”
Miroku rushed to aid him when he coughed up blood as the after effects of the poison still lingered inside of him. Inuyasha hacked and drank greedily as Miroku held up a cup of water to his lips. Then his body tensed, his half awake brain realizing who it was sitting by his side. He began to withdrew, pushing at the monk weakly.
“I told you to go away...” His whisper was forced, as if he was acting against his will. If not his will then his heart. Inuyasha wanted for Miroku to be happy, something he thought he could never give the other. “I.. Please Miroku.. I..”
The monk didn't answer. He deftly picked up the jar of herbal salve by Inuyasha's bed, applied it gently to the skin on the mangled parts of the hanyo's face. Then he picked up a fresh roll of bandages and rolled them in place in silence. Having finished he grabbed the now unresisting hanyo in a fierce, protective hug and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“I won't. I won't let you face this alone. I won't leave you. I love you Inuyasha. I can never erase what was done to you but I don't think that he sullied or dirtied you... In you I see the man I love. The man who won't let me love him..”
He connected their lips in a fierce and sweetly possessive kiss, Inuyasha tensed again. Miroku poured his soul out to him, rubbing gentle, soothing hands over his back. Something inside the hanyo shifted but didn't disappear altogether. He gave in to his hearts desire, gave into the closeness. When they broke apart he rested his head against Miroku's shoulder.
“When he, that bastard.. When he blinded me all I could think was that I'd never see your face again. The face of the man I loved.” Inuyasha turned his bandage covered face to him, planting a kiss on his lips.
“I'll keep you safe, I'll be your sight, your strength..”
Inuyasha let himself believe in his words. Let himself trust him. Let down the hastily built walls around his hard. Let himself be happy.
Fandom : Inuyasha
Pairing : Inuyasha and Miroku
Warnings : Mentions of rape, excessive fluff, angst, darkfic, disfiguration..
Disclaimer : Don't own them, never have, never will.
Miroku trod slowly into the room. Inuyasha was laying on his side. He seemed to be in a deep sleep. Miroku sat by him and sighed deeply. 'He loves me?' He tucked away some stray strands of his white mane from the hanyo's face. Miroku cringed when his gaze fell on the deep, ugly gashes running over Inuyasha's eyes. They weren't the puffy, bloated wounds he had seen weeks ago but still scabby scars. Not yet fully healed, the skin around them was red and they were still seeping a mostly clear liquid clotted with dark strands of Naraku's poison. The monk forced himself to swallow the bile rising up in his throat. He just had to look away.
But then he looked back, etching every detail into his mind's eye as a reminder what he would have to save Inuyasha from. He knew Inuyasha probably didn't know how bad his eyes looked, but he must have some idea. He would have to try and save Inuyasha from his self and from the memories that haunted him, and remembering those clear signs etched on his face was a way to do that.
Now while Inuyasha slept and wasn't constantly throwing him out he had a chance to see how his other wounds had healed. The hanyo's limbs were still covered in bandages and so was his torso. His face except for the small cuts and bruises that had already healed had not even been bandaged save for his eyes. Miroku didn't even want to think how the worst wounds after them, done by Naraku as he had violated, raped Inuyasha, were healing. Didn't want to think how his precious beloved hanyo had suffered.
But the worst wounds, the one's which might never even heal were those of the heart, of his soul. Miroku prayed would let him close, let him love him. Otherwise he feared that he would just slowly wither away.
He withdrew his has reluctantly as the hanyo stirred, shifting in his sleep, moaning voicelessly. Miroku stared at him twist, clench his hands and trash. Fevered words fell as a whispered mantra from his lips.
“No.. Please.. Please.. No..”
Miroku rushed to aid him when he coughed up blood as the after effects of the poison still lingered inside of him. Inuyasha hacked and drank greedily as Miroku held up a cup of water to his lips. Then his body tensed, his half awake brain realizing who it was sitting by his side. He began to withdrew, pushing at the monk weakly.
“I told you to go away...” His whisper was forced, as if he was acting against his will. If not his will then his heart. Inuyasha wanted for Miroku to be happy, something he thought he could never give the other. “I.. Please Miroku.. I..”
The monk didn't answer. He deftly picked up the jar of herbal salve by Inuyasha's bed, applied it gently to the skin on the mangled parts of the hanyo's face. Then he picked up a fresh roll of bandages and rolled them in place in silence. Having finished he grabbed the now unresisting hanyo in a fierce, protective hug and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“I won't. I won't let you face this alone. I won't leave you. I love you Inuyasha. I can never erase what was done to you but I don't think that he sullied or dirtied you... In you I see the man I love. The man who won't let me love him..”
He connected their lips in a fierce and sweetly possessive kiss, Inuyasha tensed again. Miroku poured his soul out to him, rubbing gentle, soothing hands over his back. Something inside the hanyo shifted but didn't disappear altogether. He gave in to his hearts desire, gave into the closeness. When they broke apart he rested his head against Miroku's shoulder.
“When he, that bastard.. When he blinded me all I could think was that I'd never see your face again. The face of the man I loved.” Inuyasha turned his bandage covered face to him, planting a kiss on his lips.
“I'll keep you safe, I'll be your sight, your strength..”
Inuyasha let himself believe in his words. Let himself trust him. Let down the hastily built walls around his hard. Let himself be happy.
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Date: 2007-02-26 10:15 am (UTC)I don't know, felt appropriate at the time, a little bondage you know. Ach, I still need to write that SesshyMiroInu treebondage fic thingie..