InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Special Forces ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

The Special Forces

By SFP

DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. YuYu Hakusho belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi.

CH.3

When Kagome woke again, it was to the feel of a person watching her. Not the best feeling in the world. She could tell it was Sango, just by the emotions she was feeling, but at least they were not raging this time. Sango had gotten herself under control. Yes, there was a heavy sadness and a clear amount of anger, but not the soul crushing despair and murderous rage she had felt from her beforehand.

She spoke without opining her eyes “I’m sorry about your brother, I really am, but . . . there was nothing I could do at the time.” She opened her eyes to see Sango looking at her, an unreadable mask upon her face. A mask would never do Sango any good with her, Kagome would always know what she was feeling, would feel her regrets as if they were her own. Nevertheless, she would let her believe she had fooled everyone, herself included.

“The rest of my team returned just last night. My commanding officer would like to talk to you about what happened. Will you talk to him?” Sango’s voice was just as tight and controlled as her face was, the perfect mask on the outside, but so very flawed on the inside. She didn’t want to talk about her brother right now. It hurt too much.

Kagomes eyelids slipped closed again before she answered. “Yes . . . I’ll talk to him.” Sango lightly touched the back of her hand, but Kagome moved her hand away quickly, the physical contact making the emotional ones too strong for Kagome to handle. Gods how she wished this were just a nightmare from which she could wake up. Minutes passed, both women in their own thoughts about the situation.

The sound of the chair scraping the floor as it slid away from the bedside was what brought Kagome from her thoughts. Sango’s clothes rustled as she got up and walked away, only when she paused at the door did Kagome open her eyes. Sango’s back was to her, her hand griping the doorjamb tightly, as if for support. “I love him very much. He is . . . was my only brother.” Her shoulders shook with a fine tremble. “I’m happy you’re alive; don’t think I’m not, please. I . . .” She swallowed audibly before continuing, “You’re like my little sister. They will pay for everything they did to you two, I promise.” Sango’s voice trailed off with a chocked sob that made Kagome cringe on the inside; there was pain in her voice now, but even more on the inside that she tried to hide still. Sango left the room quickly, before the rest of her mask cracked.

Kagome let out a heavy breath, and then winced as the wound in her side throbbed along with her ribs. However, her back felt much better now. She made an educated guess that someone in Sango’s’ team was a healer. She would need to thank whoever patched her up last night. Probably the red headed male or light-blue haired female she saw last night. Her memory from last night was still a little too foggy to be sure.

Well she supposed she should get up now, she had been out for far too long as it was. There were things that needed to be done. Finding the commander of Sango’s team being her top priority. She gingerly sat up, sliding her legs over the edge of the cot, before standing on legs that would much rather have buckled. She took a deep breath, before straitening to her full height of a non-impressive four foot, ten inches.

It was then that she noticed she was completely naked, well except for the bandages’ that covered her here or there, and those in no way gave her any kind of protection from prying eyes. She grabbed the white sheet that had previously been covering her, rapping it around herself. Ok, change of plans. Her first priority now was to find some clothing.

Her eyes swept the room in a searching fashion, one that had been drilled into her for a very long time now. They landed on what looked to be lockers of some sort, she slowly walked over to it, pulling open the first door she came too. Inside were bandages‘, sterile water and that sort of thing. Nothing she could dress in though. She moved to the next metal door, but found it to be locked, probably held meds or something, she guessed.

She moved on to the next locker unit. Inside the first door, were blankets and other such linens. She blew out a heavy breath threw her mouth, fluttering her hair in the process. This was getting tedious, and she was getting frustrated. Not something, that was a normal reaction for her, without a bigger cause. Why was she frustrated all of a sudden? In addition, was that anger she felt? It was so subtle, it was barely there. Like it was berried deep, in the roots of her very soul. She felt a small ripple of shock run threw her system. Then there was nothing.

Someone snorted, the sound so low, she almost didn’t hear it. Kagome turned were she was standing, her eyes going strait to the door of the room she was in. in the doorway stood a man. How had she missed him coming up on her like that? She was shocked to her very core. She had been trained by some of the best, or in some cases, depending on how you looked at it, worst instructors in the world.

It was then, that she realized why she hadn’t noticed him before now. The thought struck her like a physical blow to the chest, making her heart race for reasons’ she could not understand. His emotions’ didn’t come through to her like other peoples’ did. They were so subtle, they blended in with her own, on a level she hadn’t known possible. She had never met a person before that could actually, ‘tone down’ their emotions, making them almost impossible to detect.

This man could possibly be one of the most dangerous men in existence, at least to her anyway. She unconsciously slipped into a more defendable position, without portraying any animosity.

The man raised an eyebrow at her, his face masked in indifference along with his emotions. “You’re to come with me.”

Kagome looked at the man trying to estimate his threat potential; she could usually size an opponent up within seconds, not him though. He was short for a man, but that didn’t tell her anything, she never presumed anything off size. His hair was black with a white starburst in the front and it stood on end. Again, that told her nothing, except for the fact that he was a good-looking man.

His eyes were what told her what she needed to know, they were hard set, focused eyes, that were one of the darkest reds’ she had ever seen in her life. That told her, he was determined, strong willed to the point that he was probably stubborn in nature, and he did not like things that were not within his control. Of course she probably could have deduced that from the fact that he could ‘tone down’ his emotions. The man obviously had a ridiculous amount of control, something she was extremely envious of.

Her eyes narrowed just the slightest fraction “are you the commanding officer?”

“No.”

“Do you know where I might find him? And possibly some clothes’?”

He raked his eyes’ over her, as if just now noticing her lack of proper attire. His face stayed in its same bland expression the entire time he looked at her, which wasn‘t that long. Kagome had never felt so non-feminine in her life. Humph, what did she care what he thought of her. She had never been worried about what men thought of her before, why start now? She was not a normal woman, and could never have a normal relationship, hell she couldn‘t have any kind of romantic relationship period.

‘Besides to the team, I‘m just one of the guys‘’. That thought was like cold water being splashed over her. Even if she could have a relationship, which she could not, she would not have time for one. She had murderers and a traitor to hunt down.

“Hn, in the next locker. I’ll wait for you outside.” and then he was gone.

Kagome went to the locker he had indicated, pulling out a casual uniform. They were different colored then what her team had worn. These were black. She squeezed the article of clothing in a tight fist. She would get revenge for the murders of her fellow soldiers, even if it were the last thing she did.

A/N; Thank you to all my reviewers. Your words of encouragement motivated me to write this chapter faster then I normally would have. Again thank you.

~SFP~