Chapter 6
I do not own Inu-Yasha or my beautiful, lovely, passionate, boxer-undies wearing, Sesshomaru. Thank you Neveah Azalea!
"Forgive me strangers, I am Toshiyuki of the east.", the lord said, "Sesshomaru, once again I must remind you the reason of your coming. You must learn to get along with others."
" This is all wouldn't have happened if you let me stay back home", Sesshomaru retorted. "So he was telling the truth", Kagome said in a trailing off kind of voice. "If it's alright to ask, Toshiyuki sama, what kind of yokai are you?", Rin asked. "Koi", he said briefly returning back into the blue pool in the wall.
A couple of hours passed by while much explaning took place. Finally, it was supper time. Sesshomaru sat at the table, but did not eat. Mrs. Higurashi insisted that Sesshomaru should eat, but all he said was that his body would not accept human food. To many, it may seem that Sesshomaru was being a brat, or stubborn, but the real reason was stated. Human food tasted horrible to him, and even if he liked it, it would make him sick, making him wretch and tiring him much too easily.
Rin did not tell Mrs. Higurashi the real reason of Sesshomaru's visit, but instead said that Kagome and Inu-Yasha had invited him. Inu-Yasha hated this the most, because he had to pretend that he deeply cared for Sesshomaru which was quite the opposite. Inu-Yasha didn't just hate him, he hated him with a passion!
He sent a death glare to Sesshomaru when the elder Higurashi woman wasn't looking. Sesshomaru merely flicked out his tongue for a second at the hanyou boy who was eating his noodles rather awkwardly.
After supper, Rin was on her way to her room, when an unexpected hand was placed on her shoulder. "May I use your bath?", Sesshomaru asked. "This way", she motioned as she led him down the hall and stopped at the door, "here." He went inside. "Tell me if you need anything", Rin said, but got no reply.
Sesshomaru waited as the water filled the tub. He did not know how to use the shower, so he just unclothed his silk robes and hakama, and eased himself into the hot, steaming, comforting, water. The mist surrounded him and clung to his naked, moist, skin. He layed back and closed his eyes. The hot water soothed where he ached from his fall down the well.
Sesshomaru stared down at his hips. They had two maroon stripes on each side, and were "decorated" in bruises. He thought for a minute. This is definitely more common than the baths in my palace, but I still could use the healing of the water's heat. Why did those arrogant s turn on me this way? And why did Inu-Yasha have to be here too? He quickly pushed away that troubling thought. He shouldn't be thinking about things like Inu-Yasha if he was wishing to relax. Sesshomaru reached for a wash cloth, making splashing sounds in the tub as he shifted. He soaked his long, silvery, hair in the water. It looked as if he had a silky water fall growing from his scalp.
After a relaxing soak, the demon prince sat on the tub's edge as he began to dry himself. He sniffed the air. Inu-Yasha's scent lingered around the door of the bathroom. The hanyou was waiting to bathe. Sesshomaru was surprised that Inu-Yasha would even try to bathe after him! Especially when Sesshomaru's scent was all over the bathtub! He put on his under robe, then his kimono, then his hakama, then his fur boa.
He slowly opened the door. "It's about time!", an annoyed Inu-Yasha said because his brother took so long (purposely) to get dressed. Sesshomaru said nothing, but held his head up high, ignoring his words.
He walked back to Rin's room and knocked on the door. Rin opened the door with her face to the floor. Sesshomaru noticed this as he entered the room. Rin closed the door without a word and sat on the bed.
"You know, for a human, you're very quiet", Sesshomaru said watching Rin who seemed very sad. He smelled the salt of tears around her. This was a disaster about to happen to Sesshomaru. He did not know how to handle this kind of situation.
When women cried, it only annoyed him because of how emotional females tend to be. "What is wrong with you?", he asked.