A/N - Okay, so, this is the new EDITED chapter (Second chapter) of "Together". It is longer but i kept the main story line. Tell me what you like and what you don't like. I need feed back, people! Or else... I won't (can't) update anymore!_

Although i was shocked beyond comprehention and my head was starting to ache again i had an image to uphold. Even though i wanted to be excited and hug him to death/rip his throat out/cuss him out/torture him, i settled for closing my eyes and trying to control my anger/excitement as i took a deep breath.

He sat there, hands tied behind his back with strong steal hand-cuffs. He was bleeding rather badly, all over my wood floor. No wonder over half of my soldiers where now dead, he looked like he put up a fight. Although it wasn't nearly at all like it had been a long time ago. With an army like mine, we would have killed them all without having even been scratched. But now, as i sensed his demonic power wavering dangerously, i realized that he wasn't the man i knew almost a hundred years ago.

"My, My... Sesshomaru... You haven't changed a bit have you...? Still as emotionless as ever i see..." His voice was low and cracked. He was no doubt very exhausted from the little bought he had put up.

I gave an annoyed sigh. Maybe he hadn't changed so much after all.

"Maybe i wouldn't be if you hadn't left me as such." My snide remark escaped my throat with alot more bite than i had originally intended.

He winced and sighed which sent him into a fit of uncontrolable and rough coughs that went on for about five minutes. By the time he had regained his posture, as much as a hand-cuffed man could, there was blood dribbeling down his chin and onto his dirty and torn hakama.

I looked him over, diliberating with myself over just what the hell i should do with him. He was stubborn, a jerk-face, and not to mention a major ass-hole who practically ripped my heart out of my chest... However, he was my father, and he did used to pound me into the bed sheets until i screamed, and he did father my one and only biological child sooo... ugh.

I gave an annoyed sigh as i kneeled (gracefully, i might add) behind him and used my claws to unlock the magical bindings.

He groaned in a much appriciated approval as he rubbed at his wrists and flexed his probably very sore shoulders which caused his deep wounds to gush more blood onto my once clean floor. I realized that since his demonic power was this low, he could possibly bleed to death. But there was no way in hell that i was going to let him die again after he caused this much trouble to obviously get my attention.

I knelt and put one of his shoulders around mine as i lifted him up onto unsteady legs.

"Mi Lord...?" Ronin asked questioningly.

"He is a family friend. I should fire you for treating him in such a manner." I snapped at him, giving him my signature death glare. "Or maybe, i should just kill you instead."

Ronin gulped and rapidly backed up from me, putting his hand on his sheath. "I'm sorry, mi lord, h-he was a threat! I only did-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your dispicable explanation. Just clean up this entire mess and maybe, just maybe, you'll keep to keep your job and your life." I watched as he nodded rapidly and scrambeled for the door, along with the rest of accompaning soldiers that feared for they're job's and lifes, as well.

"That was uncalled for. He was only protecting your people and you..." My father whispered quietly as i escorted him to the guest quarters.

"Whatever, i am half drunk and in a very bad mood. He will live." I said as i reached the first room on the left of the corridor. I slide the door open and lifted ourselfs inside the room. Closing the door with my foot.

I walked around the room rapidly. I set my father down on the futon and filled a bowl with some water and found a rag. I kneeled infront of my father, sticking two fingers under his chin and lifting his head up for better access. I wet the rag and begain to dab at his wounds.

"What in Kami's name where you thinking anyway?" I asked, irritated as i cleaned the mud and dried blood from his skin.

"Well, i kinda got bored being dead so..." He laughed lightly.

I sighed. He was just as sarcastic as ever.

"That wasn't a very good attack plan. I know you couldn't done much better."

"Yes... but... how else would i get the great Sesshomaru's attention, eh?" he chuckled but coughed violently.

I lifted a small cup of clear water up to his thin, cracked, pale lips. "Drink."

He let the water glide down the back of his throat easily. "Better?" i asked and i removed his shirt and begain to clean and bandage his abdomen.

"Alot better. Thank you, love." He said with a giant smile on his face. Part of me wanted to slap him, but the other wanted to kiss him until that big smile was twisted into a pleasurable sigh. Either one was fine with me.

I could feel my face heating up so i looked down and finished cleaning his wounds in silence.

After another hour or so, i got up quietly and slide the side door open, throwing the deep red-brown water into the grass. I turned around, setting my stuff down, i made my way over to a dresser-type storage place and pulled out a silk sleeping yukata.

I helped him stand on his weak legs and helped him into the clotheing before laying him down in the futon, covering him with a thin blanket. I blew out all of the candles that lit up the room as i walked towards the door to leave.

"Good-night, Father. I will retrieve you in the morning for breakfast."

"Wait!"

I turned on my heel. "Yes?" I answered, searching for his face in the dark.

"Sesshomaru... do you forgive me?" he mummbeled a little too quietly.

"For what?" I took a step closer to his bed so that i could see his face better.

"For... what i did... with you... and Izayoi... and Inu-yasha..."

"I forgave you a long time ago..." I whispered, making my way for the door once more.

... "Sesshomaru?"

I turned around again, aggitated. "Yes, Father?"

"W-will you... stay with me?" I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Fine."

I heard him giggle like the immature adult he was as i too changed into a sleeping yukata before climbing in the futon with him. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he snuggled into the crook of my neck.

"Good-night, Father." I whispered, kissing him on the forehead before dosing into a deep comforting sleep.

"Good-night, Fluffy..."