Connections by sarhea
Healer (Stitch)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and company or InuYasha and company, I’m just playing with the characters.
AN: Priestess Skye’s challenge Jan 3, Prompt ‘Stitch’, Min none, Actual 760
AN: The hanyous/youkais from InuYasha are not youkais/bijuus in this cross; they have kekkai genkais (bloodline limits) that mimic their youkai powers.
Summary: A wounded shinobi needs healing.
AN: Sometime after Options and Choice (Evolution) and but before Right Circumstances (Heartless).
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Kagome frowned and studied the unconscious man lying on his stomach before her. Itachi was most fortunate to be alive. If he had been a fraction of a second slower they would be burying his corpse. It had taken her nearly three hours to treat the worst of the injuries and stabilize his shocked systems.
“How is he?” She looked up into the cool golden eyes of her mate. He had sent their distraught daughter to the dojo, to vent her excessive emotions on a training dummy or the poor fool idiotic enough to spar with her.
“He’ll live. It will take him a long time to heal thoroughly though.”
Absently she threaded a needle with fine spider silk thread and dropped the threaded needle in a small shallow bowl of rum. With practiced ease she began putting small stitches into the bleeding flesh. It was a slow process that required at least two layers of stitches to hold both sides of the deep wounds together so it would heal properly. The lower layers of stitches would never be removed, could not without cutting the flesh open so Kagome used medical suturing thread created from silk spun by spiders bred for that specific purpose. This special suturing silk was more fragile than regular silk and would degrade within eight weeks of being exposed to blood and other organic compounds.
Sesshoumaru watched his mate stitch the younger male up. Part of him wanted to toss the young shinobi martyr out on his ear but a small stronger part insisted he train the noble fool out of his self-sacrificial mentality. True, sacrifices had to be made; but without consideration of the cost and consequences? Utter folly!
Gold eyes followed the deft steady movements of slender fingers pushing and pulling the steel needle in, through, and out of living flesh before pulling the silk taunt and tying small knots to hold the stitches tightly together. He watched her repeat the process humming softly.
Stitching cut flesh and healing broken bones and bruised damaged organs was something Kagome was very good at. It was not her greatest strength but she was a better than average medic and they could not risk anyone finding out the Nishimatos were protecting an infamous nuke-nin, an Akatsuki. Well, an ex-Akatsuki and Konoha nuke-nin.
Claw tipped fingers tapped against a white silk clad leg absently as the owner considered the best way to disseminate the cover story.
“This is not going to be as easy as we discussed.”
Sesshoumaru did not respond. He waited for Kagome to speak. She did her best planning and analysis speaking out loud.
“Healing his body and teaching him a new trade will be easy. But healing his soul and teaching him to think differently is going to be tricky.”
“He needs to learn by immersion.” Sesshoumaru did not like what needed to be said next. “Hikari is the best choice to teach him. They can use one of the smaller estates in the Fujin Range. They will have to do some repairs and maintenance work but there is a monastery a few hours travel away and a few hunting and merchant towns nearby for supplies.”
Not to his surprise Kagome merely nodded. “You are right.” She looked up with a faint knowing smile. “I think we should be prepared for a marriage ceremony when they return. Itachi and Hikari always had a strong bond. I think it will only grow stronger when they spend time together.” Her expression turned pensive. “If Itachi had not been a shinobi Clan Heir I would have invited him to stay and study years ago.”
Sesshoumaru once again stifled the urge to toss the unconscious shinobi out on his ear. His wife and daughter would not appreciate it.
Kagome rinsed her hands in a bowl of clean water and dried them on a towel.
“Thank you for not acting like a heavy-handed father Maru.”
The Western Lord sighed. “Hikari has always been very independent. The only way to stop her is to give her an order and I know better than to give orders that she will not obey.” He smirked at his wife. “I should know. She is her mother’s daughter.”
Kagome laughed and hugged her husband and mate. “Really? And here I thought her stubbornness came from your side of the family!”
Sesshoumaru buried his nose in the faintly scented hair and inhaled deeply. “Why don’t we just say she gets a double dose of stubbornness; from both of us.”
Kagome chuckled. “Why don’t we go and tell Hikari the good news?”
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The End.
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