Inspiration by Zyephen's fanart: Fatherly. Look for her and her work on the net, you're sure to find it.
Your dictionary:
kitsune - fox demon
An important note: I like him two-handed.
Enjoy! :)
He just couldn't resist. Although he couldn't get a blink of sleep last night, he wasn't tired at all. He nearly burst with curiosity, excitement and precaution - the latter seemingly never-ending.
All but Shippo was awake. No noise of the humble wooden cottage could be heard. Inuyasha found that suspicious so he stalked the house, lurked under the window and finally gathered the courage to peer into the room.
Sesshoumaru was sitting with his back to the light brown wall, both hands lying lifeless beside his weary body, head rested on the wall. His closed eyelids fidgeted restlessly, like he was having an unpleasant dream.
On his side, half body under a soft, white pillow slept Shippo snoring quietly.
Inuyasha twitched his left ear. He could hear no one walking up on him. He just couldn't understand why Kagome insisted on treating the half-dead Sesshoumaru's wounds. No way he would die! Hell, he wouldn't die even if a dragon swallowed him whole and chewed on him for five and a half days! He needs no help – especially not from disgusting mortal rats like Kagome or Inuyasha.
Sesshoumaru opened his eyes slightly and sighed deeply. Blindly he undid the knot on his hakama and exposed his bare chest. It wasn't exactly bare; he had bandages all over his body soaked with blood. He let his hands rest beside him again and calmly breathed in and out not registering the pain in his lungs.
Just by sitting there in the morning glow, he seemed to shine. His scarcely opened eyes sparkling like the sun beyond a faraway mountain, his hair flowing in an unnaturally beautiful way, his every movement gracefully dancing a heart soothing melody.
Inuyasha realized his half-brother was looking at the sleeping kitsune boy. That's it! This is Shippo's end! Sesshoumaru is going to tear him apart, sprinkle blood on the walls, throw Shippo's insides around like mud balls with a beastly grin on his face all the while.
Sesshoumaru lifted a hand slowly, uncertainly above the furry sleeping kid. Inuyasha saw the eyes, the unmoving face and he knew what was to come. He must save Shippo! How dare that coldblooded killer try and slaughter a kid?!
But before Inuyasha could move a finger to unsheathe Tessaiga, Sesshoumaru's nails have reached the kid's stomach – and tickled him.
Inuyasha was dumbstruck. Shippo opened his eyes grunting. The time he saw Sesshoumaru's face he nearly jumped out of his skin. The demon kindly stroked his stomach then suddenly tickled his paw. Shippo groaned, which could have been a suffocated laughter too.
Inuyasha watched the scene with growing surprise. Shippo enjoyed the unique treatment he was receiving, he smiled, tossed and turned, hunted for Sesshoumaru's hand that tickled him all over the body. Sesshoumaru always moved his fingers in a way to be able to reach a ticklish spot on the kitsune boy.
The first sunrays found their way into the room from behind Inuyasha's ears. Inuyasha couldn't take his eyes off his brother playing with Shippo.
Sesshoumaru was smiling, but Inuyasha had never seen a smile on his brother's face, not even similar to this one. It was... kind. He sat there tranquilly, looking at Shippo with content eyes. The sunrays glorified his body. His smile beautified his features in a way it was mere joy looking at him.
Inuyasha never imagined his brother is capable of looking like this at someone. Inuyasha never imagined his brother could look like this. Inuyasha never imagined he would be looking at his brother this way.