Am I ever tired! Between making my online stories and my RL story, it's hard to keep track of most of them but whatever. I will keep updating and hopefully I won't have to work tonight. This going out to all fans of Harry Potter AND Inuyasha! Guess I should say Sesshomaru huh.
Tatsuya: I found the CUTEST pillow for Natsume-kun!
Me: That's...great...
Warning: Contains humor, violence.
Disclaimers: I do not own either Harry or Sessy.
It was an awkward silence that Harry had refused to let it go any longer. He remembered on other occasions when there were times such as this awkward moment that he had to endure all because he could speak to a snake. He had been fidgeting with his fingers with a piece of string wrapped around his index. He hadn't noticed he was doing it until he looked down and quickly took it off and rolled it into a small ball, throwing it onto the floor afterward.
The man looked to be in a deep concentration and thought and was staring at the floor for the longest time. Harry knew he wasn't going to get to bed anytime soon and probably felt that it was time to tell him to turn his mind ioff just this once. He had his job to go to as a waiter in a small resturaunt just beside the tailor's shop. He had been a waiter for two years now and was living happily on his own until now.
"I think we should get some sleep for tomorrow." Harry suggested as he laid down on his single bed and placed his hands under the back of his head; staring at the ceiling and wondered if this was all just a dream that he would snap out of.
"You expect me to sleep in an awful looking room you call your home? It's a bit dusty and the floor looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a while." Harry had to admit it. The man was sharp like a fox to have noticed such details.
The floor had not been cleaned for a couple of weeks now and it was due to Harry's lack of keeping things tidy. It had all gone downhill after him and Ron had gotten into a fight. Harry still hasn't gotten a word to him or anything back and was beginning to worry.
"Well it's all I've got, so until then, you have the floor to yourself." Harry didn't mean to be snooty like a rich snob; but he was tired, upset and stressed like any normal person would be.
"I guess I can look for him tomorrow. Rin will not be so pleased to have me gone." Sesshomaru dropped to his knees in a graceful way and let himself fall to the wooden floor.
Harry was turned on his side and facing the wall but was still wide awake. He wasn't sure he felt trusting anymore. Sesshomaru looked like a dangerous character and Harry didn't have his wand with him at the time. He could hear the man's steady breathing. It was strange to have another person in his bedroom other then his friends.
"Do you always let your guests sleep on this floor?" Harry didn't know what to say to the question. Of course he wouldn't but if the person looked to be out of this world and just plain frightning, then he would let the guest sleep there. He wasn't going to tell the man that though.
"Not really...but I only have one bed, you can't fit on here. You're taller then me and much wider." Harry felt like he insulted the man.
"Such an excuse is not permitted toward a demon like myself." Sesshomaru got himself off the wooden floor and towered over Harry for a few seconds before getting in the bed next to him.
"H-hey! You didn't ask if you could come in!"
"A demon doesn't ask for anything. I can take over this bed when ever I feel like it. I, Sesshomaru, should not have to ask a mere peasant as yourself for room on a bed." Sesshomaru used his claws to dig under Harry's body and lifted him up and over himself and let him fall onto the floor with a hard THUMP!
"I don't need permission." With that said and done, Sesshomaru laid his head full of hair, onto the pillow that was originally for Harry.
Harry got a little agitated and got to his feet in a hurry just to see that the man had closed his eyes and was already fast asleep. Like a flame burning on a windowsill and had suddenly gone out from one single wave of air.
Harry could see how peaceful the man looked while sleeping and was tempted to touch his forehead just to see if the mark of half a moon was really in his skin or if it was just a sticker from a store. Harry silenced his breath and tried to control himself from sweating and kept his head cool enough to bend over the man.
Sesshomaru's hair kept getting in the way but it didn't seem to bother him in the least as he slept on. The man didn't make any noises such as snoring, coughing or anything of that sort. Instead he was just a quiet, sleeping man. His chest rose like a normal person and he had an arm and two legs like a normal person.
Harry read what had happened to this man and his shoulder. His brother, Inuyasha had apparently sliced his arm off during a battle. Harry was surprised to see no blood had been dripping from the battle he had with Inuyasha but was relieved more or less that the man was being given a chance to take a load off from fighting people.
Harry felt drawn to the man's hair, as it was overflowing with such beauty that no woman could ever have accomplished in their daily lives unless it were a movie. It was gathered together at the back but flowed like a river all down his back. Harry felt awful for thinking of this strange man as a woman and sat back down against the bed, silently.
It's times like these I wish Hedwig were still around...Harry thought as he began to drift into a deep sleep. Hopefully it had all been a dream.
A/n: Sorry, short for a reason!
