Disclaimer: Now, not only don't I own Inuyasha, but I ran out of doughnuts too. Now I will have to write without the sugar... Wait, I still have Pepsi. Ok, I can continue.
"Talk to your father? How do you plan to do that?" Sesshoumaru asked curiously.
"Through a cross between magic and technology," she said as she reached into her bag, which was still practically fused to her shoulder. She pulled out what looked like a small silver rectangle. "It's something we use in my time to communicate with someone over vast distances as if they were standing right here. Normally this would only work in my world, but there is a spell cast on mine to allow it to work anywhere."
She opened the rectangle and pressed a spot until the device began making odd noises, then she held it to the side of her head.
(Sa her father; An Angel)
Sa: Moshi Moshi.
An: Papa, I think you and I need to talk...
Sa: Yes we do. Where you last night?
An: That's what we need to talk about... I'm in the Sengoku Jidai. Is there something that you failed to mention, you know, for the past eighteen years!
Sa: What have I told you about fooling with magic?
An: I wasn't fooling with magic! I was pulled here by a youkai. Maybe you know of him, goes by the name Naraku.
Sa: Naraku? That's the youkai that killed your mother and nearly killed you when you were a baby.
An: What! Well at least that explains a bit. And you wonder why I never talk to you anymore... I must get it from you...
Sa: I want you to come home right now, do you understand me?
An: What's that? I can't hear you, you're breaking up...
She rubbed her thumb over the mouthpiece while she said her last sentence, then she disconnected the call and turned the phone off.
"Nice talking to you too, bastard..." Angel mumbled as she put the phone in her bag. She looked up at Sesshoumaru and continued speaking. "My father has just confirmed that he has been lying to me my entire life."
"Would you like to postpone your search for a portal, for the moment at least?" he offered.
"I would love to... Why are you being so generous? You never answered the last time I asked," she was beginning to get suspicious of his motives again.
"You kept pieces of your explanation to yourself, I am entitled to the same," he huffed. "All you need to know for now is that you are safe here."
"That is a very good thing to know," she half-grinned. "Smell anything interesting?" she asked when she noticed Sesshoumaru sniffing the air.
"Yes, blood, your blood. You are bleeding," he informed her, standing and walking up to her to attempt to determine from where she was bleeding.
"I am? That's so strange. I never even noticed... not even the scent of my own blood. What the hell is going on?" She looked herself over, and, other than a small paper cut, could find no sign of the blood. "Maybe it was just the paper cut..."
"No, it smells like quite a bit more." He gently took hold of her damaged arm and sniffed at it. "This smells old..." He sniffed up her arm and traveled down her front, and, kneeling in front of her, he buried his nose in her abdomen.
"What are you doing?" she hissed. "Get up."
He seemed to realize his position and stood, composing himself. "That is where the scent is strongest. The wounds seem to have reopened."
"What? But that has never happened!" she said, shocked.
"What's more, I believe I know why you did not recognize the scent of your own blood," he continued. "I could detect lingering traces of Naraku's poison." He watched as she unconsciously brought one hand to her belly. "The poison should dissipate on its own, but if the bleeding continues..."
"Right... " She still seemed a bit shocked, probably over the fact that Naraku was, in an abstract way, inside her.
"I'll bring you upstairs to have the bandages changed and see just how bad it is," he told her.
"Right..."
Sesshoumaru led her out of the library and up to her room where he sat her on the bed. At that point, he was stuck. He did not want to entrust this duty to a servant, nor was he sure whether he should do it himself. He knew how to bandage, that was not an issue. The only problem was, if she was in a state of shock, it would mean that he, Sesshoumaru, would have to undress her. Thankfully, before he had to come up with a solution, Angel's eyes came back into focus.
"What?..." she asked, almost groggily.
"I need to re-bandage your wound, remove your top," he ordered. He did not expect her to comply willing and was slightly amazed when she untied her obi and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She was wearing that same strange garment he found her in, but this one seemed slightly different.
"I'm not taking off my bra, this is all the skin you are getting," she said firmly.
"This is fine," he told her. He proceeded to gently untie and unwind the bandage from around her middle. The wound looked like a deep gash, not too bad. It looked like any other battle wound, only fresh, not a day old (especially for a demon). The old bandages were nearly soaked through, and he suspected the new ones would be soon, as well.
"This really isn't my day, is it?" she said leaning back to rest some of her weight on her hands.
"It doesn't seem to be turning out that way..." Sesshoumaru responded as he stood to get fresh bandages and some water to clean the wound with. He stepped into the connected washroom, leaving the door open.
Suddenly, Angel felt the pain from the wound increase greatly. When Sesshoumaru returned, he found her clutching at her belly with bloodstained hands, her shoulders hunched over, and her face contorted in a silent cry of pain. He could actually see the flow of blood increasing. Not wasting any time, he rushed to her, and pried her hands away from her stomach so he could press the cloth to it. He pulled her into his lap, rocking her gently.
This was the only memory he had of his own mother. Whenever he was hurt when he was a very young child, she would comfort him in this manner, making small hushing noises if he was crying. He could not remember her face, but he remembered this. It was what he did for Rin when she came to him in the middle of the night, crying over a nightmare, or when she was hurt. Truly, it was the only way he knew how to give comfort, the only way he'd been taught.
When he looked down at her, she had fallen asleep, probably unconscious from the blood loss. Honestly, this woman made him wonder. The bleeding seemed to have slowed down, and when he lifted the cloth, it looked like it had stopped altogether. He began to wonder if the reopening of the wound and increased blood flow had anything to do with Naraku's poison. Looking at her, he noticed something odd. There were bruise marks on her neck, as if someone had trued to strangle her. It didn't look like something from a tentacle. It looked more like it came from a pair of hands. Sesshoumaru recalled her mentioning Naraku in her dream, and how real she said it seemed. Perhaps it had been more than just a dream.
Meanwhile, Angel had entered another strange dream.
She was cradled in someone's lap, while the person stroked her hair. Her eyes refused to open all the way, so everything was blurred, darkened, and partial. She felt silk against her cheek and unyielding muscle behind the silk. Feeling no baboon hair, she felt it was safe to assume it wasn't Naraku. That left only one person in her mind: Sesshoumaru. Knowing this, she allowed herself to relax into the strong embrace.
"I'm glad to know you can find comfort in me," the voice did not belong to Sesshoumaru.
Angel's eyes widened as she tried to struggle and push away from him, but she couldn't. She couldn't move at all.
"Having trouble?" he asked innocently. "You can't get away from me, I'm in your blood."
"Bastard, what the fuck is going on!" she demanded with as much force as the restriction would allow.
"You are truly mine. I could kill you with a thought if I so desired," he told her, his mouth so close to her ear, she could feel his hot breath.
"How does that make me yours?" she asked. "You obviously don't know much about modern girls. We don't take kindly to being treated like property. I don't belong to anyone."
"Really? We'll see about that." In an instant, every inch of Angel's body was screaming pure agony. She felt as if she were being torn part from the inside. Like every blood vessel, vein, and artery in her body was about to explode.
