InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Lot About Love ❯ Broken thread ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter Ten

Broken thread

 

“Inuyasha?” the hanyou looked up and smiled.

 

“Sango, if Miroku sees you up and about you're going to be in big shit.”

 

“Oh screw him; I'm pregnant, not on my death bed.” Sango growled as she sat by her friend. “How are you doing?”

 

“Okay I guess.” Inuyasha sighed.

 

“You can tell me, I know something or someone's back there in America.” Sango elbowed him, “I'm your best friend and I know when you hit rock bottom…and Inuyasha…you've hit it.”

 

“Thanks, but I have to be here.” He sighed and looked up to the hospital bed that his nephew inhabited, “Do you think he'll be okay?”

 

“I'm sure he'll be fine, Sesshoumaru got the brunt of the hit, you should see how he's doing since your family and Miroku and I can't get in there.” Sango squeezed Inuyasha's shoulder, “It's good to have you back.” Sango stood and left the room.

 

Already a week passed since he left America and all his dreams and goals behind him. Shippou was recovering and he still hadn't gotten the guts to see how Sesshoumaru was doing.

 

Arriving at home, he was greeted with the familiar arms of his friends, Miroku and Sango. They brought him to the hospital where he now spent his days and nights at, waiting for any more information on his brother and nephew's conditions.

 

He hadn't heard anything from the doctors, but he knew Sesshoumaru wasn't doing so well from the feel—or lack of—his youki.

 

Watching Shippou as he took in another shallow breath in and out, hearing the steady heartbeat from the monitor gave him a sense of peace he lost when returning to Tokyo.

 

Home. He hadn't really had one for a long time, and sleeping in his own bed was a thing he hadn't realized he missed. However, he had ended up making a home back in America, a home he had to go back to as soon as his family was safe and well.

 

`Kagome…'

 

“Excuse me?” Inuyasha looked up and stood as the doctor walked in while reading from his clipboard, “You must be his uncle, correct?”

 

“Yes,” Inuyasha said, “Is he going to be alright?”

 

“Yes, he will be fine, just a few more days in here and you should be able to bring him back home,” The doctor smiled, “He's a tough little guy.”

 

Inuyasha smiled back and glanced back at Shippou, his lungs were working hard, as his chest went in and out with each breath. It scared him to see all the IV's and machines hooked up to the little guy.

 

“How's his father?” Inuyasha asked hesitantly then looked back up at the doctor.

 

“You mean Takahashi, Sesshoumaru?” Inuyasha nodded, “He's still in critical condition, I can't say much more then that, but we'll have you updated as soon as we know anything more.”

 

The doctor nodded his good bye, “You should get some sleep, you don't look so great.” Then he left.

 

Inuyasha sighed.

 

He was tired; he couldn't lie about that. However, everytime he attempted to sleep, dreams of her would haunt him until he woke up and had a shower to halt any more tries at sleeping.

 

Kagome. He hadn't heard from her since he left a week ago. Inuyasha always wondered what she would be up to; would she be at work with that bitch of a boss, Kikyou? Was she sleeping? Dreaming? Thinking of him at all?

 

He doubted it; she broke his heart, as he did her. Probably the only thoughts going through her mind about him were of hate or sadness. Not that he could blame her. The last thing he remembered and cherished was their last night together; the night they made love for the first and last time.

 

It was beautiful. From Inuyasha's memories, they fit together perfectly, as if they were meant to be together. Even if that was cliché, he knew it was true, and he promised to go back and get her someday.

 

“Hey, what's up?” Inuyasha looked up, shaking his head and losing his thoughts.

 

“Nothing, how's Sango, I saw her earlier.” Inuyasha said, sitting back down and welcoming the new company.

 

“She was out of bed?” Miroku asked in disbelief.

 

“Just checking in on the little guy.”

 

“I told her not to be out of bed, she's a month pregnant already and vulnerable.” Miroku sighed.

 

“Miroku, from the time we met Sango until now, when has she ever been vulnerable?” Inuyasha laughed, “She was and still is probably stronger then you and I put together, so don't go saying she can't get out of bed or it'll be your funeral.”

 

“I guess you're right, I just worry about her that's all.” Miroku shook his head.

 

“Yeah, she and I know you do, but you've got to trust her and believe she'll make the right decision,” Inuyasha smiled, “It is her child too, right?”

 

“Since when have you been the bearer of `love advice' before?” Miroku asked, a bit taking aback, a half-hearted smile spread across his face.

 

“I've always been like this, I haven't changed.” Inuyasha grumbled.

 

“No, you're different, something happened to you and I want to know.” Miroku laughed.

 

“I guess I just understand things better, that's all.” Inuyasha shrugged, “I'm somewhat glad I can come home.” He lied.

 

Miroku noticed this little tall-tale and wasn't fooled by the fake smile his friend passed him, “Inuyasha?”

 

“What?”

 

“I just want you to know me and Sango, we're here for you.” Miroku smiled sadly, “If something happened to you in America, you can tell us and we'll help you, that's what friends do.”

 

“I know,” Inuyasha smiled, “And thanks, man.”

 

“No prob, now I've got to go and check up on that wonderful wife of mine.” Miroku smiled and left the room to head home.

 

Inuyasha stood up, finally deciding to leave the room after a week's time. The smell and bustle of the halls were beginning to get to him.

 

“Excuse me, can you tell me where Takahashi, Sesshoumaru's room is?” Inuyasha asked a passing doctor.

 

“And you are?” He asked rudely.

 

“I'm his younger brother, Inuyasha.”

 

“He's on the top floor, room number 548.” The doctor coughed out then continued to walk down the hall.

 

Inuyasha walked towards the elevator and took it to the top of the building. He was a little anxious and scared at seeing his brother after all these months of distance.

 

His head was pulled from it's thoughts as the elevator gave it's `ding' to let you know it reached its destination. Inuyasha walked out and started to wander the halls.

 

The smell of the cleaning products they used to keep the place disinfected for the patients was starting to get to the hanyou as his head began pounding, promising for another headache or migraine in the near future.

 

“5…4…8…” Inuyasha repeated to himself as he looked at the room numbers until he found his brother's room. “Here we are.”

 

He took a deep breath and felt a shiver run up his spine when he smelt his brother's scent coming from the room, good; the doctor hadn't lied to him.

 

Opening the door, he gasped at the condition Sesshoumaru was in, with the IV's coming from his arms, and the tubes helping his breathing keep even all coming from his nose. The familiar heart monitor beeping was a bit slower then Shippou's was.

 

“Oh Sesshoumaru, what have you gotten yourself into this time.” Inuyasha shook his head fatherly as he pulled a seat up and sat next to the older half brother. “I thought I was irresponsible, but this…”

 

Inuyasha sat there, staring at the fatigued youkai as he pondered what he would do until his family was back and home.

 

“Mr. Takahashi?” Inuyasha looked up and saw the doctor from before.

 

“Yes, that's me.”

 

“Yes, I heard you'd be up here, your nephew Sh--”

 

“Is he alright? Did something happen to him?” Inuyasha interrupted.

 

“Uhh, no, he's actually awake if you'd like to see him.” Inuyasha didn't listen any longer and started running back to Shippou's room.

 

“Shippou?” Inuyasha whispered as he entered the hospital room.

 

“Uncle…Yasha?” The hanyou's heart soared at the remembrance of his little nephew's voice.

 

“Yeah, it's me.” Inuyasha chuckled, coming to sit next to the boy's bedside.

 

“You're back?”

 

“Yeah, I came back when I heard about the accident,” Inuyasha smiles sadly, “Are you okay?”

 

“Yeah, my legs feel really sore though.” Shippou said as he tried moving them, and sighed at the lack of movement.

 

“Yes, the doctor said your legs would be paralyzed.”

 

“You mean I can't walk anymore?” Shippou shrieked.

 

“No, you'll be able to walk, but it'll take a week or so until your legs will be strong enough to work again.” Inuyasha smiled reassuringly.

 

“I'm glad you're back, Uncle Yasha.” Shippou smiled.

 

“…Me too.” He lied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters, anime of manga. Rumiko Takahashi does and I'm glad she had the imagination to create such amazing characters to play with.