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Dark Dreams or Endless Nightmares ~Requiem Maestoso~Takahashi, Sesshomaru
Compared to Inuyasha's room this room was stifling, not that occupant had any actual knowledge of what was going on in the room next to his, or could be bothered for that matter. Of course, if the sounds were anything to go by and if one cared, it sounded like torture. Although, screams assailing one's ears and the smells of piss and shit assaulting one's nose at all hours were enough to make one, disturbed. Though, if the strange sounds coming from all around and the arrival of a somewhat familiar if confused scent were any indication, one might think that one, or perhaps even several had fallen into a snare. It was enough to make one wonder how some could be so stupid as to be fooled by such a ruse. Sudden knowledge of a place and time did not, after all, make one an expert. Strange recollections overshadowing actual memories, did not create truths, and illusions, however good they might be, he thought glaring at the wall before him, did not make the world. One might be glad that one's age was an unknown factor in these troubled times, if one was concerned about such things. The sound of scraping in the hallway and a noxious scent were the only indications that he might have company soon. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the sound of a key in the lock and the door was swung outward violently.
The female doctor entered first, her short hair tied in a high tail, dragging a chair into the room, creating a harsh grating of metal on linoleum. The occupant of the room quirked an eyebrow, his only change of expression, chair appeared to be heavy. A male doctor, red-brown of eye, followed on her heels clipboard in hand. The female set the chair, about four feet in front of a young man of fair countenance. The youth though bound in a straitjacket, hands chained behind his back, and feet shackled to the legs of the chair he was sat upon, appeared regal and held his chin high; his face was impassive.
"Takahashi Sesshomaru, you are being so very uncooperative. " The male doctor sat in the chair before Sesshomaru tapping the clipboard against his left hand, and patently ignoring the huff and unhidden rolling of eyes from the female doctor who stood behind him. He cleared his throat and continued, "Doctor Kaze has told me you are one of her two most difficult patients. That is why we've had to restrain you, even though you have a vested interest in getting yourself back into your right mind."
"Hn," a noncommittal grunt was his only answer, given from a stony face, as he watched his adversary.
"I think you know of whom I'm speaking." Dr. Onigumo spoke evenly, his eerie orbs appearing to burn at the rebuff. "Don't you want to see her?"
"Hn," Sesshomaru's pat answer for centuries helped him plan his next moves, like a game of Go.
"Come now Takahashi-san you know what I speak of. I know you must miss your little Rin?"
"This Sesshomaru is under no obligation to answer you," his baritone echoed against the concrete walls, momentarily silencing the whimpering from the next room and the sounds from beyond. "However, if this one did speak it would be to say, 'We are men of action, lies do not become us.' "
A knocking on the door and the entrance of a dirty haired orderly momentarily distracted the male from his tirade. The filthy thing gestured for the female and she said, "Speak."
"Doctors we have an issue."
Doctor Onigumo's eyes appeared crimson for a moment, "What is it damn you can't you see I'm busy? Is it Takahashi-kun, I thought I could trust you to take care of him."
"No, Doctor Onigumo, it's the other one." Doctor Onigumo's face twisted into a scowl and he turned his glare on the female standing next to him, "Can't you keep that one under control?" Her shrug was noncommittal. The male spat at her feet and pointed out the door, "See to him then, and take that idiot with you. I will deal with the both of you later." The male doctor appeared riled, much to Sesshomaru's satisfaction, and seemed to need a moment to compose himself.
"Problem?" Sesshomaru offered.
The doctor scoffed, "Nothing that concerns you. Now, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, the madness that afflicts you is similar to that which afflicts your brother, after all your father brought you both here. Though, as we both know he has been here much, much longer."
" 'It's better to live as your own man, than as a fool in someone else's dream.' Therefore, DO NOT, compare this Sesshomaru with that fool," he growled and gritted his teeth; loudly enough that the cracking could be heard across the room.
"Come now, is that any way to speak about family, would you not like to see your baby brother? He is your father's son."
" 'When I think of my Dad, I think of Bob Seger's 'Like a Rock.'' Explain that to me doctor."
"Clearly you look up to your father and admired him once," pontificated the doctor, "his fearlessness, his independance. Now, however, in what you believe is your wisdom and experience you think Takahashi-san that you know better than your elders and betters."
"Hn, this one thinks doctor that you are incorrect. This one, was just wishing that this Sesshomaru was not restrained and still in possession of a rock to throw at his sire's head; perhaps this time this one would not miss." The doctor thumbed through the pages on his clipboard until he paused at one in particular; his eyes scanned it for a moment before a smile of pure malice graced his lips.
"That's right you were quite the rock thrower, isn't that why we have you strapped to the chair? I mean, after all, that poor manservant of yours, such a tiny man," Doctor Onigumo continued gently tapping the clipboard, his voice dripping venom. "It says here, that you struck him with stones on multiple occasions. Apparently he was quite loyal, would have gone to the ends of the earth etcetera, but he died? I guess massive head trauma will do that to a fellow. This is why your father sent you here and Rin was taken from you, they thought you posed a danger to your only family, not to mention how hard you have always been on your younger brother. Is it true that you chased him through the forest when he was six, pretending to be an oni, and when he went to hide on holy ground you flushed him out. Then when he ran he fell a quarter mile down shrine steps? It's amazing he survived." The doctor looked down at the clipboard, "Seven shattered vertebrae, two broken arms, two fractured patella, pelvis broken in three places, crushed tibia, his jaw was wired shut for six months, don't get me started on the stitches and he lost two liters of blood?" The Doctor whistled, "A class three hemorrhage… is it true your brother and yourself are an exact type and tissue match? Was it worth it for your brother to need blood and a skin graft from you?"
Sesshomaru's growling began when his servant was mentioned, and increased at the mention of Rin's name coming from the lips of his mortal enemy yet again; while it was true that he and the half-breed did share blood from their father, however much Sesshomaru would like to deny it, the thought of sharing his own pure blood with Inuyasha disgusted him. He had not, however survived so long by being played for a fool, nor had he lived such a life by ignoring those who were his true enemies. Right now he knew three things: his brother and his pack were not his enemies, he did not know where Rin and Jaken were, and above all else Naraku and his ilk needed a slow and painful death that would make the hell of afterlife seem like paradise by comparison.
"You know Naraku," the villain arched an eyebrow at this name, but said nothing as Sesshomaru continued. "Truly, 'The choice between doing ten years and taking out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all,' because WHEN I LEAVE HERE YOU WILL DIE."
Disclaimer cont'd.: Please don't be mad that Sesshomaru-dono is a tad out of character, and quoting movies. I mean no disrespect (I don't hate, on any of the characters except Naraku-Oni) I promise it will further the plot.
I also don't own and quotes and the movies they originate from, in order: The Princess Bride, Destination Moonbase-Alpha, The Weather Man, Like a Rock by Bob Seger, Reservoir Dogs
Author's note: Title meaning, Requiem Maestoso = song for the dead sung majestically
