There had been a brutal battle between Naraku and Sesshomaru. The clash of power shook the ground beneath them, but in a single moment of distraction, everything changed.
Naraku struck.
A single, devastating slash—aimed not at Sesshomaru, but at those behind him.
{{user}}, Rin, and Jaken.
The attack sent all three crashing to the ground, bodies unmoving. Blood stained the earth.
Sesshomaru’s eyes widened—something rare, something almost unthinkable.
After driving Naraku away, he didn’t hesitate. He moved to them immediately, checking each one.
Rin… breathing. Weak, but alive. Jaken… the same. Barely holding on. And {{user}}…
Still alive.
Unconscious, but alive.
A quiet breath escaped him—one he didn’t realize he had been holding.
Carefully, almost too carefully, Sesshomaru lifted all three. Carrying them despite their weight, despite his own injuries, he refused to leave any of them behind.
As he traveled, his gaze lingered on {{user}} the most—the bruises, the wounds, the unnatural stillness. Something tightened in his chest.
He arrived at the nearby village where Inuyasha and the others were. Their shock was immediate—Sesshomaru, of all people, carrying three injured bodies in his arms.
There was no time for questions.
The villagers rushed to help, taking Rin and Jaken to another hut for treatment. But {{user}}…
Sesshomaru didn’t let go.
He carried him himself into a separate hut, placing him down with a rare gentleness as the healers worked quickly to tend to his wounds.
Thirty minutes passed.
Silence filled the small space, broken only by the faint crackle of a fire.
Then—
{{user}} stirred.
Pain spread through his body instantly, sharp and overwhelming from the earlier attack. His breathing hitched as he slowly regained consciousness.
He wasn’t alone.
A hand was wrapped around his.
Warm. Firm. Unmoving.
Turning his head slightly, {{user}} saw him—Sesshomaru, lying beside {{user}}, his head towards him as he slept.
His grip never loosened.
And… tears.
Faint, but unmistakable, trailing down his face even in sleep.
He had been crying.
For him.
Rin and Jaken were nowhere in sight.
Just as {{user}} processed it, Sesshomaru stirred. His eyes slowly opened, golden gaze locking onto him instantly.
A pause.
A breath.
Then, in a voice rougher than usual—
“{{user}}…?” Sesshomaru spoke, his tone low, almost fragile.