The moment that his father was gone, Sesshomaru stood up from his seat with the little one still held carefully in his arms, and left the study to take the girl upstairs since she had yet to awaken or stir he thought to go ahead and mark her with the stuff that he and his father had managed to milk their bodies of while she was still unconscious. The reason for this was to minimize any trauma that she might have felt otherwise if she had been awake.
Besides- unlike his father- he knew of a way to mark her with their scent without pushing anything inside of what he most likely guessed was just one of a very tender place on her body. So instead he would comprimise and mark the outside of her feminine sheath, the inside of her thighs and her abdomen.
And then once that was done, he would change her clothing and wipe her face clean of the makeup, remove the hair comb and then leave her to rest for as long as she needed while he would take up a silent vigil to watch over her. After she had rested for a bit and then awoke, he would have Inuyasha help coax her into eating something.
Perhaps some vegetable soup with a side of grilled cheese? And maybe some rice pudding or something for dessert.
Yeah, that could work. Plus all of those things could be considered a light meal until he felt that her body could withstand the richer foods that he and his family ate.
Although... He thought to himself as he entered the bedroom that his father had prepared for her, and paused to take in the interior since he hadn't really bothered to check it out ever since Inuyahsa had picked out the paints that had been used to paint the room.
The large, spacious room had been done perfectly to the specifications his father had given.
Everything from the white walls, to the furniture (all of which were white oak), to the queen sized bed covered in a small mountain of multi colored pillows ranging from white, aqua, light green and lilac purple with pretty little butterfly patterns- he couldn't help but think it was just wrong if not downright creepy that he, his family- and the onna's father all had similar tastes.
Though the pattern on her kimono was less than subtle, and the background color different- it was still a nice piece of clothing. Much like the little pearl earrings and the hair comb were also nice pieces. However now that they had her in their home, she no longer needed such items unless she felt some weird attachment to them?
He may have to ask her what she wanted done with them once she was awake and fed since it would give him a better chance to speak to her. However right that moment his mind was going over what needed to be done.
First thing was first, reaching out, he very carefully grasped the comforter on the bed and pulled it and the sheets back and then lay the little one down and slowly began working on removing the hair piece, the makeup and kimono.
Once the kimono was gone, he sucked in a shuttering breath at the sight before him.
Kuso! He thought as he looked over the onna's small, slender body. Every inch of the skin that had been covered by the kimono was absolutely littered in blacks, blues, purples, and ugly yellows and deep red bruises. Kami, how could anyone be so cruel as to subject a child to this? Sesshomaru wondered as he laid a hand carefully ovr one particularly nasty bruise on her left shoulder and lightly probed it with his fingertips to get a decent sense of just how badly it must be hurting her.
He only had to very lightly touch it with his fingers before he got a reaction out of the child.
Gold eyes flickering to her face, he noted that even in unconsciousness she couldn't seem to escape the pain that had been inflicted on her.
And with that thought firmly in mind, he left her side just long enough to collect a night shirt for her as he thought about perhaps going down to the dungeon later and joining his father in a little game of 'rip the asshole apart'.
Yeah, that could work.
He'd leave Yasha with the onna to make sure that she wasn't alone (and someone was there to wait on her hand and foot when she awoke) and he would go and help his father break off something very important. Like oh say- Higurashi's sex.
But first...he had to go ahead and mark the girl and then dress her in the pale green nightshirt with little pink and purple hearts on it.
Marking the girl took a bit more out of him than expected since the marking of a female who had joined one's family/clan/pack was usually meant to be more intimate than this was. Still...he managed to mark her with his and his father's combined cum without using his razor sharp clawed fingers to push any of it inside of her.
Unlike the old traditions and such- he really didn't think it wise to mark her insides. After what had been done to her- it simply felt as if she were being violated again.
At least by marking the outside of her body, it felt different. Safer perhaps. Or maybe it just made him feel like less of a bastard for having to touch her intimately while she was still unconscious. But really he would rather do things like this than wait until she was awake and terrified and would likely scream and cry and possibly hate him and his family even more than she probably hated her own.
And that would be counterproductive since he was bound and determined for the girl to adore him and his family as much (if not more so) than they would her.
Sitting back away from her once the marking was done, he set aside the excess liquid on the small table next to the bed so that later he could find a nice big sized bottle of faintly pleasant scented moisturizing and dump it in there. Though he'd have to write on the bottle for the girl not to use any of it on her face, neck or chest. Just her arms and legs would do.
That way they wouldn't have to mark her again for a while.
Which would give them time to earn her trust and loyalty and hopefully her affection as well.
Next he picked up the little night shirt and carefully, very, very, very carefully, dressed her so that he wouldn't accidentally hurt her and then once he was finished with that, he then tucked her in undreneath the covers of the bed and pulled them to her chin and then looked around for a moment at the toys that he and his father and Yasha had picked out for her before his gold eyes fixated on a little white dog plushie with big gold eyes.
That would do for a sleeping companion. He thought in wry amusement as he got up and left her just long enough to snatch the toy from it's shelf full of other plushies and then returned to the bed and carefully slipped the toy into her arms and then reached out to brush her long dark bangs from her pale face.
"You just sit tight for now and hug your new friend... D-Dingo. Yeah that's what we'll call him, Dingo. The reason behind calling him this is that he looks a bit like Inuyasha, and quite possibly has his manners as well. I've often wondered how my hayou brother could have such atrocious manners. Do you think he was adopted or something? I certainly wouldn't put it past my father to have adopted a little dingo into our pack." He rambled on for a moment before finally falling into an awkward silence before tacking on, "Regardless of what you may think once you awaken- we aren't bad people. In fact now that your going to be one of our own...you'll be far safer than any other child who has suffered what you have. I know that you'll doubt us. Refuse to belive in your good fortune. And we certainly can't fault you for that. But you will see in time that we may be a bit on the odd side, but we mean you no harm."
After saying his piece to the sleeping child that was now his adopted sister/pack mate, Sesshomaru stood up again and silently slipped out of the room to fetch his brother.
He had something to help their father with, after all.
Inu demons didn't take the violation of females lightly. Regardless of whether the girl had been a member of their famly or pack at the time- Higurashi had overstepped him self and done irreversable damage to the girl.
And for that- he would pay dearly.