#hanyo

My eyelids felt heavy and I had a hard time keeping them open. Every blink felt like I wouldn’t be able to open them again. “Because I don’t want to go to sleep.” A release of air between his front teeth. “I want to stay awake with you.” I guess he wanted me to say something along the lines of “You’ll kill me in my sleep,” but that’s not what bothered me.

He didn’t move an inch save for the shifting in his shoulders from his haughty chuckling, “Stop being stubborn. You have no reason to stay awake late into the night.” Was that a sense of concern I heard? I moved closer to him so that could press my hands and forehead to his open chest where thousands of demons had been absorbed.

“You’re so warm.” Naraku’s chest vibrated as he hummed, and I snuggled deeper into the shared futon where his body and the fabric met. “If I go to sleep, then I won’t be here with you,” I could barely murmur my final words until I drifted into endless darkness.

“You sound like an incompetent child,” although I wasn’t conscious to feel it, slender arms and large tendrils enveloped me making sure I wasn’t cold. The chill in my body left.

Naraku stayed still cradling his sleeping human and lessened the density of his miasma, not simply because of the heavy rain cleansing the air, but to ensure they were breathing properly. He stayed still listening to them snore and stared into nothingness until the morning. Were humans always this nasal when they dreamed?