InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave's Love ❯ Things to Come ( Chapter 4 )

.:A Slaves Love:.

By: Kagura-hime

 

Summery: In a world where humans are slaves to youkai, Kagome Higurashi has it as bad as you can get. Viciously beaten and abandoned by her master, a certain hanyou finds her and heals her wounds. But can he mend her broken heart too? I/K Miroku/Sango, Sess/OC

 

Disclaimer: Hey, I didn't create Inuyasha and the gang. I'm not even smart enough to do algebra, let alone create a kickass anime. So, don't be pointing fingers at me; hail Rumiko Takahashi for that one.

 

I am speechless. For now anyway.

 

WARNING: This chapter contains some explicit medical operations that should NOT be attempted by anyone under any circumstance, unless you are fully licensed in the practice of medicine, and have the full knowledge of what you are doing.

 

Recommended fics: Falling Stars by Celia, The Difference Between Running and Walking & Where Did You Go by Skittles. They're all really good, sad stories. Read them after this.

 

:A Slaves Love:

.:Chapter 4: Things To Come:.

 

Last time - “That's ok, because I would be awake by then according to what you said-” Miroku couldn't say anymore, seeing as how Inuyasha had him in a headlock. Even though he sat by and watched as Miroku made an ass of himself, he couldn't just let him harass Kagome when she obviously wasn't interested. Inuyasha felt relieved about that for some reason. `Why do I care anyway? It's not like I like her! I'm just angry because this girl is thankfully living proof of just what a shithead Naraku really is. No, I couldn't like her...because there's no way she want me anyway, so what's the point of hoping she's different?'

 

Inuyasha just narrowed his glowing amber eyes, dropped an unconscious-from-lack-of-air Miroku flat on his face, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The DVD player skipped on a scratch and kept playing the line `If only' over and over until a shocked Sango finally walked over to the TV and cleared Spikes face from the screen.

 

This time - `Damn, what the hell was that all about?' Sango pinched her eyebrows in confusion.

 

“Is he :cough: always like that?” Kagome asked weakly.

 

“No...there's something wrong,” Sango whispered slowly. “And why the cough all of a sudden?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

 

“I dunno. But the herbs you gave me :cough: are really helping with the pain Sango-chan. I feel better, but my throat is a little numb. :cough cough: Are they supposed to knock me out? Because it's everything I can do to keep from dropping off.”

 

“Really? They aren't supposed to put you to sleep…” Sango walked over to Kagomes' side and placed her hand on her forehead to see if her temperature had risen any. “Your temp hasn't changed, but since the herbs are kicking in, I'll pop your shoulder back in real fast since I know it's uncomfortable.”

 

“Thanks,” Kagome smiled faintly.

 

Sango gently took Kagomes' arm in her hands, careful not to jostle her wrist, and quickly shoved her shoulder back into its socket. Kagome bit her lip to stop the hiss of pain that was scraping at the back of her teeth, trying to escape the confines of her lips. She knew Sango wouldn't mind her letting her know of her pain, but all the years of keeping silent for Naraku wouldn't allow it now, or ever. Old habits die hard as they say.

 

“Hey Sango, my chest is hurting more. Is that just from the coughing?” Kagome wheezed some more.

 

“What does it feel like?” Sango asked, fear growing inside her like an unborn child.

 

“It feels like :cough: my heart is constricting inside of my :cough cough: chest. What's wrong with me Sango-chan?” Kagome asked, fear evident in her eyes and voice.

 

“I'm not sure sweetie, but stay with me girl until I can get Kesa back up here.” Sango stroked her hair, and made comforting shooshing sounds.

 

“You should…hurry and…get Kesa. It's...getting hard...to breathe...San-“ That's as far as Kagome had rasped before her head fell back and blackness enveloped her; binding her to the paradise unconsciousness brings to all who suffer.

 

“Kagome-chan!” A very pale Sango shook the comatose girl, fiercely clinging to her shoulders. “Kagome, wake up! Please! Kagome!”

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Kesa hummed to the waves of music long since past as she moved around the kitchen, stirring one thing and chopping another. The string orchestra had just joined the lone violinist when Sango came bursting in hysterically, panting, and looking almost crazed. The older girl quickly glanced up from her sakura mochi, decided this was normal, and then went back to molding them into the correct shape.

 

“Kesa, it's :pant: Kagome! She's just blacked out and I can't get her to breathe! Hurry!” Sango wheezed after running down several flights of stairs at next to mock speed.

 

“Shit!” Kesa quickly glanced at the stove. “Mother fucker,” She growled, then dropped the sakura mochi, ripped off her apron, and ran after Sango. On the way up the stairs, Kesa spotted a maid going into one of the spare bedrooms on the second floor landing.

 

“Ayame! Hold on a sec!” Kesa said as she easily sprinted ahead of Sango to stop the maid named Ayame. Kesa set her hand on the young girls shoulder, not even out of breath, and instructed her. “Please, will you go down to the kitchen and make sure the stove hasn't caught fire. When that's all good and dandy, go find Inuyasha and Miroku and tell them that something has happened to Kagome and to wait outside her room. After you tell them both, go down and keep an eye on dinner, and if I take too long, finish it yourself. Will you do it?”

 

“Of course Kesa-sama, you know I would,” she said in her soft, melodic voice.

 

Kesa started running again to catch up with Sango who had already flung open the door to her room. “I'll yell at you later about the formally I heard in that statement Ayame!” Kesa yelled over her shoulder, grinning.

 

Ayume merely smiled softly and chuckled, going to complete the task Kesa asked of her.

 

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When Kesa barged into the room, Sango was already attempting CPR on an extremely pale Kagome. `Dammit! What the hell happened? She was fine when I left her. What happened between then and now?' Kesa though savagely as she took over Sango's job. Anger, worry, guilt, and fear all seethed from her like toxic miasma. `If Naraku didn't fucking beat her, she wouldn't be going through this right now. But if I had been more careful and not just brushed her off to finish dinner, it wouldn't have gotten this far, and she wouldn't be so near the Grim Reapers hands. Damn, you better not die on me Kagome. I'll never forgive you.'

 

“What the hell happened Sango?” Kesa growled while checking Kagomes' heartbeat. It was faint...too faint. If she didn't get some air soon, she was going to know more about the boatman and the river Styx than any book could ever teach her.

 

“I don't know...one minute she was fine, the next she starting coughing more and more, and said that her chest felt like it was constricting, her throat was numb and that the herbs were making her tired.”

 

“Did she say anything else?”

 

“Hai, that the herbs I gave her where helping with the pain.”

 

“Hmm...” Kesa narrowed her eyes and looked down at the prone form of the once smiling girl. `Kagome, what's going on with you...?'

 

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Inuyasha was sitting on his bed playing Soul Caliber 2 to blow off some steam. `Damn...why can't I get Kagome off my mind? Is it because she resembles kikyo so much? kikyo...why did you have to be so perfect...yet such a cold bitch because of it? Oh fuck it all!' He thought savagely, and used Link's Master Sword to finish off Talim.

 

He grinned sadistically and was about to slice and dice Talims' prone body before the game cleared when one of the maids that he paid to clean up after his lazy ass, Ayame, knocked on the open door.

 

“What,” he growled, pissed that his little ranting spree had been interrupted.

 

“It's Kagome-sama sir. Kesa-chan asked me to tell you and Miroku-sama that there is something wrong with Kagome-sama and to wait outside her room...” She didn't have a chance to say anymore because a slight breeze and white blur had just hit her square in the face, and she smiled slightly and shook her head. She silently walked over to the TV and saved the score that Inuyasha had racked up before turning off the Gamecube and leaving to find a certain perverted houshi.

 

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“Ok...” Kesa turned to Sango. “I hope that I can stop her from going into cardiac arrest. That will be bitch to bring her back from without the proper equipment...” Kesa trailed off and stopped pumping on Kagomes' chest for a moment and leaned down to breathe into her mouth.

 

The door slammed open and almost broke off the hinges as a pissed inu-hanyou stormed into the room. He took one look at Kesa and Kagome's connected lips and got a disgusted look on his face.

 

“Oh Jesus Christ...I thought this was a fucking emergency. I guess Ayame was right, something is wrong with Kagome: you're forcing yourself on her while she's injured. Damn, I thought you wouldn't stoop so fucking low Kesa.” He blushed slightly at the thought of what Kesa was “doing” to Kagome. “Get. Off. Her.”

 

Sango narrowed her eyes and glared for all she was worth. Kesa stopped breathing precious air into Kagome's blocked lungs and started pumping on her chest again before speaking a few moments later.

 

“Inuyasha. Fuck. You. But, you want me to back off of her. Fine.” Kesa backed away from Kagome's body, whereas Sango started pumping on her heart in lieu of Kesa. Inuyasha stared dumbfounded as the sun stared rising in his head. “But just because your “awesome” youkai senses seem to be on vacation, I'll fill you in on a little secret. SHE ISN'T BREATHING! I WAS GIVING HER CPR YOU FUCKING RETARD! How dare you think I would take advantage of a comatose girl who's barely breathing, and is about to go into a fucking cardiac arrest if she doesn't get some goddamn oxygen soon! Besides...I wouldn't take advantage of a girl that can't consent. I only kiss them if they want it! Gods you are such an asshole Inuyasha!” Kesa shouted at the stunned hanyou. She let that sink into his thick skull before she tried to diagnose what in the seven bloody hells was going on with Kagome. Then she gently pushed Sango out of the way and continued with her original motions before the dumbass known as Inuyasha interrupted. She then noticed when she dipped her head down to give Kagome mouth-to-mouth that small red patches were appearing on her face and neck. She looked under the sheet over her bare body and saw that they were appearing everywhere. She smirked and got a cocky look on her face.

 

“Yash, go wait outside for me to pummel you when I'm done here. And shut the door behind you for once; this isn't a barn. Fill in Miroku when he finally stops sucking off some bimbos' face and gets his ass over here. Sango, make yourself useful, and get me my blade, a cap pen, not a clicky one, a roll of sticky surgical tape, a clean cloth, and a basin full of warm water.” Sango just stared at Kesa as though she had just sprouted some extra limbs, and Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest.

 

“Yash, not one word or you'll have my foot so far up your ass you'll be using it as a chew toy. Now GO!” She pointed towards the door, and pushed her mouth against Kagome's for a moment.

 

“Sango, you better get me those things if you want this girl to live.” She snapped Sango out of her trance when she resurfaced.

 

Sango nodded and pushed a shocked Inuyasha out the door as a dazed looking Miroku came strolling down the hallway leisurely. Sango sprinted down the hallway to Kesa's room, and Inuyasha sank into the chair that he had placed in the hall earlier, and placed his head in his hands.

 

“What did I miss?” Miroku asked distractedly. It was no secret that he was reminiscing about the aforementioned bimbo, and wasn't too interested in the present.

 

Inuyasha wanted nothing more than to pound Miroku's face in at that moment.

 

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Sango slammed the door behind her with her foot and set the basin onto the nightstand, sloshing a little water, and took the pen, tape, and blade out of her pocket and placed it next to the bowl. The rag that had been draped on her shoulder soon followed suit. She then went and locked the door, and hung back, not sure what to do now.

 

“Ok. What happened is that she must have been allergic to one of the herbs that you gave her, and that's what's causing all this,” she nodded her head to the girls' unmoving figure. I need to open up her trachea, so what I'm going to do is slice it open and keep air going though it. That's where the blade, comes in,” she paused and breathed into Kagomes mouth again. “Then, I'm going to put the pen into her throat and breathe into it. That should eliminate the need for CRP. I sure as hell hope it does anyway. All I may need to know are what herbs you gave to her, and I'll try to counter it with something else if this doesn't work. If it does work, because it isn't very high on her allergy list, we just keep her stable until the herb wears off. Now, take the ink cartridge out of the pen, make sure it's open on both sides, and clean...very good, wet the cloth and hand it to me.” Kesa then proceeded to cleanse Kagomes neck and handed the cloth back to Sango when she was done. “You wouldn't happen to have any sanitizing wipes in here would you?

 

“Yeah, I have some for when you eat in here.”

 

“Oh haha. Aren't we just the village comedian? Get me one. I don't want to chance this getting infected. My blade is already sanitized; I do it everyday in case of an emergency. Not too uncommon around here, obviously.”

 

“It wasn't as bad until you came around,” Sango teased while handing her the wipe, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

 

“Always knew I had to be good for something.” Kesa wiped down the front of Kagomes neck and chucked the used wipe over her shoulder.

 

“Hey!”

 

“Hay's for horses.”

 

“This is my room,” Sango protested the age-old comeback.

 

“This, is an E.R. right now. Clean-up time comes later. Like when the patient is stable. Now quit your whining, I'll pick it up when I'm done.” Kesa grabbed the nine-inch blade from the nightstand and flipped it open with practiced ease.

 

“I'll pick it up when I'm done,” Sango mocked in a false voice under her breath while picking up the offending object in question and throwing it away.

 

“Do want me to accidentally slice her jugular because you distracted me?” Kesa held the point of her blade over Kagome's throat, judging the best place to cut.

 

“No!”

 

“Then shut up and let me concentrate.”

 

Sango nodded silently behind her back, knowing that Kesa would realize she would stop trying to get her in a more relaxed mood.

 

Kesa then expertly sliced though Kagomes neck without a second thought after she found the spot she wanted, and handed the blade to Sango. Crimson life was gushing everywhere, soaking the sheets and mattress beneath her, and staining Kesa's hands and wrists. She placed her fingers just below the cut, trying to slow the blood flow a bit. Sango looked at all the blood and gulped. `Inuyasha will have a shit fit with all that blood.'

 

“Pen barrel.” Sango dropped it in her expectant hand, and she put that though the one-inch incision now invisible under the glow of color that stained her creamy skin.

 

“Tape.” Sangos' hand shook slightly at the sight of Kagomes life substance running all over her bed and onto her hardwood floor. `If she dies, I'll never sleep in this bed again.'

 

Kesa expertly and quickly wrapped the sticky gauze around the pen barrel sticking straight up from Kagome's pale neck; the wound now sealed and the blood flow slowed. A dot of red began growing on the stark white tape, not unlike a child pressing a permanent marker to paper. Kesa then began breathing into the pen barrel, slowly, until she felt a hot breath on her cheek. `Good, she's beginning to breath out of her nose a little now,' Kesa thought, a little relieved.

 

The two conscious occupants of the room then held with bated breath after Kesa had pulled away minutes later. Fear that this procedure would fail jumped around in their minds laughing gleefully, excited that it was causing such a reaction in two normally masked girls. Kagome's chest started to rise and fall in a steady rhythm-barely-but enough to know that CPR was no longer needed. After a few more precarious and silent minutes, her chest moved in a normal pattern. Kesa and Sango breathed normally again for the first time in a while.

 

“There...I don't think that I'll have to counter the herb. At least not yet. She seems pretty good. Did you use a lot of the herb?”

 

“No, only enough to dull the pain.”

 

“That's why it's being so lenient now. It took time to set in, but once the airway is opened, it doesn't try and close it again. Speaking of course as if it could think and decide what it wants to do. Interesting. I haven't seen this in a very long time…

 

We'll have to keep a constant watch on her to see when she wakes up, any turns for the worst, and that kind of stuff. I'll take her heart rate and pulse and all that good shit in a few minutes, then check again every hour or so, maybe half-hour, until she's completely stable. We don't want that happening again, now do we?” Kesa grinned to cut the tension.

 

“What are we going to tell the boys?” Sango asked shakily, still being affected by the blood surrounding Kagome's head and neck like a grotesque halo.

 

Kesa shrugged, “The truth. Why would we tell them different? Let's clean up a little and then go face the beast. It's waiting to pounce on me for spilling her blood. And I'm waiting to pounce on it for being a dim-witted ass. Though he can be a loveable dim-witted ass at times as well.” Kesa grinned, saying the mock-insult just loud enough that Inuyasha would hear exactly what she said though the extra thick walls.

 

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After about ten minutes since the girls kicked him out, Inuyasha sniffed the air and found the scent of Kagome's blood. And a hell of a lot of it at that. `What the fuck are they doing that they have to cut her? Wait...are they trying to operate?!' The last thought scared him. `Is that why she told Sango to get her blade? But...grr. Yanno what, fuck it all. I don't care, I'm going in there.'

 

Inuyasha started to rise from his seat when a lecherous houshi set a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. Inuyasha directed a warning growl at him, but the monk merely shook his head.

 

“Wait until they are finished my friend. They would not attempt something that they are not sure of how to do. Also, you could startle them and do more harm to Kagome-sama than good. They will call for us if we are needed,” Miroku told the irritated hanyou wisely.

 

“Keh.”

 

Miroku shook his head again, this time at Inuyasha's immaturity, and removed his hand and went to lean against the banister again.

 

The girls came out almost a half hour later, and Kesa was wiping the last bit of blood from her hands and wrists with a damp rag, her shirt speckled with drops of deep red, almost giving the impression she was a painter in her “red period.” Inuyasha peeked into the room and saw the pen sticking up like a beacon from Kagome's neck and nearly flipped.

 

“Inuyasha, let me explain before you get all pissy/protective mode on me,” Kesa gently pushed the pissed off hanyou towards her room, before running the blood soaked cloth back into the room to hang over the basin.

 

Luckily, Inuyasha was in the mood for answers, and went peacefully when she came back out and started walking. Miroku and Sango faithfully trailed behind them, Miroku ending up with several bumps on the head courtesy Sangos' fist before they had even made it down the hall to Kesa's third floor room.

 

They all filed in and found a place to settle comfortably in the spacious area. Her room had the unmade beds' left side propped up against the wall on the far right side of the room. It was nothing fancy, just a plain queen sized bed with a wooden headboard engraved with Celtic symbols. At the foot of her bed, she had placed a large cedar chest also boasting Celtic symbols. A door that led to a large walk-in closet was also on the right wall, along with a small rack that held some select books. Along the back wall was a small arsenal of weapons from all over in a large display case that only Kesa, Sango, Miroku, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru had keys to. It held classic Japanese weapons, such as katanas, Ninja throwing stars, bows and arrows, kodachis, and daggers with elaborately engraved hilts. There were foreign ones too, such as a straight bladed sword, scythes, broad swords, knives and switchblades, but no guns or automatic weapons of any kind. Above them all, on the bare wall above, there was something that didn't fit in with all the steal. It was a Hirakotsu. It was quite old and worn, but still deadly for all those who could wield its massive weight.

 

Along the left wall was the entertainment center that was the same as Sango's, except that Kesa had the movie racks on either side of the centered TV. Farther down the left wall was a writing desk like Sango's that held a state-of-the-art computer with high-speed internet. In the center of the room was a large, but low table that held some knick-knacks that she had collected, and some candles. A sofa was on the far side of the table, facing the entertainment center. Two more chairs were on either side of the coffee table covered with junk and food wrappers. The wall that the door went though held two cedar bureaus on either side of the said door that were half open with clothes spilling over the top and onto the floor.

 

Kesa went and plopped down on the sofa, while Sango and Miroku sat down on the bed. Inuyasha remained standing.

 

“Ok, first of all, you're probably wondering where I learned about medicine and all that other good medical crap-“

 

“You're damn straight we are! Why didn't you get Sess-” Inuyasha interrupted Kesa rudely.

 

“Inuyasha, don't make me duct tape you,” Kesa growled threateningly, grabbing an industrial size roll of the high quality duct tape* off the cluttered table. Inuyasha gulped and shut his mouth. He knew she had some strange fetish with duct tape, and would not hesitate to slap a piece on his overactive lips.

 

“Besides, do you really think that Sesshoumaru would save a human? Willingly? Without his youki being threatened? Not bloody likely. He probably doesn't even want to save half of his damn youkai patients at that stupid hospital he works at! ` Anyway, as I was saying,” Kesa continued, as if nothing had ever happened, still gripping her duct tape as a warning to the others. “I learned medicine when I was in HokkaidÅ. Taisho Rei's- he was my master- wife was a doctor, and worked at a nearby youkai hospital. When her young son was hurt, I was the only nearby slave that could help, but I didn't know anything about medicine. I helped where I could, fetching materials and such. I was only about twelve at the time, yet the sight of blood didn't bother me, and I was willing to do as she asked because I was interested... Oh yeah, anyway, her son had been trying to impress his mother with his `awesome' sword fighting abilities. Somehow, the dip-shit managed to impale himself though the stomach, though I still don't know how, and the hospital was too far away- he would have bled to death in the time it would have taken to get there.

 

Moving on, when she saw what a cool head I had kept, she decided that she would teach me medicine, and I could be the resident doc in her absence. I loved it, science has always fascinated me, and I learned about anything and everything. She taught me all that she knew, which, was a hell of a lot considering she was the best damn doctor within a hundred mile radius. After a while of training, she then trusted me with more mature responsibilities since we spent so much time together. It didn't matter that she was youkai, and I a ningen; we were best friends for a different reason. She told me once, that she even thought of me as a daughter. I stayed from when I was born, until I was about fifteen, when she was killed in a mugging coming home late one night from work.” She paused here, emotion welling up inside of her, almost threatening to take over her control. “Ok, ok enough with the mushy crap. Blah blah blah, I came to Kanazawa, and you know the general idea of the rest. Satisfied?”

 

“That's the most you've ever talked about your past Kesa-chan. I'm impressed. That's why you were so comfortable around Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru the first time you met them. You were used to youkai being docile,” Miroku laughed softly, while Inuyasha growled playfully.

 

“And it's all you're going to hear for a while too hon,” she grinned in response. She walked over to Inuyasha and grabbed his hand. He looked up quickly, only to meet her semi-amused eyes. After a few moments of silence, she consoled him. “You can go see her now if you want. Just don't startle her. I'll be by in a couple of minutes to check her BP and all. Then she's all yours.”

 

Inuyasha squeezed her hand lovingly and ran from the room in a blur of red and white. Kesa smiled and shook her head and walked over to open up her cedar chest.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Sesshoumaru's headache had just started to disappear, when his sensitive nose caught the scent of blood. Human blood, of course. `Damn, it's not Inuyasha who's wounded. Why can't the gods ever favor me for once?' He sniffed the air delicately to pinpoint the source. He found that it was coming from one of the third floor rooms. `Probably just the wench that my dearest half-brother picked up earlier. She probably just tore open one of her wounds. Pretty badly from the absolute stench of it all,' he thought callously, and returned to the forms that he needed to fill out for his patients.

 

The bittersweet scent continued to tickle his nose until he could no longer concentrate on the question that his eyes were staring at blankly- his mind not absorbing a thing. `Damn, how long is she going to bleed before someone stops it?' He was getting pretty pissed at the fact that someone was bleeding in his house, without him being the cause. Usually it was he who caused the bloodshed, and he damn well enjoyed it. Which is quite ironic considering the fact that he was the most sought-after doctor at the Shingetsu Hospital; which just-so-happened to be the best hospital in all of Japan.

 

`Oh to hell with it, I better go if I want that putrid stench to end.' And so he rose silently and disappeared through the door- making sure that the door was magickally sealed behind him. He was a man of privacy and solitude, and liked nobody snooping through his personal things.

 

As he passed the slaves room that he couldn't stand for the life of him, he caught the faint trace of the very blood that had angered him in the first place. He stopped and heard voices on the other side. It sounded like his pathetic brother, and that bitch slave herself. He decided to listen to see if he could get any answers.

 

“-damn straight we are! Why didn't you get Sess-”

 

“Inuyasha, don't make me duct tape you.” It sounded as though his bastard brother and the bitch were having an argument. But when the beginning of his name was mentioned, he became interested. `Now why would those clowns be talking about Kono Sesshoumaru?' he pondered silently and listened on.

 

“Besides, do you really think that Sesshoumaru would save a human? Willingly? Without his youki being threatened? Not bloody likely. He probably doesn't even want to save half of his damn youkai patients at that stupid hospital he works at! (It was about here that Sesshoumaru grinned sadistically. `At least the wench does not delude herself with lies. Because she's absolutely right...for once,' he added, grinning a tad bit wider. This was one smile though that was far from friendly, and would have you running and screaming bloody murder for the hills.) Anyway, as I was saying, I learned medicine when I was in HokkaidÅ. Taisho Rei's- he was my master- wife was a doctor, and worked at a nearby youkai hospital. When her young son was hurt, I was the only nearby slave that could help, but I didn't know anything about medicine. I helped where I could, fetching materials and such. I was only about twelve at the time, yet the sight of blood didn't bother me, and I was willing to do as she asked because I was interested... Oh yeah, anyway, her son had been trying to impress his mother with his `awesome' sword fighting abilities. Somehow, the dip-shit managed to impale himself though the stomach, though I still don't know how, and the hospital was too far away- he would have bled to death in the time it would have taken to get there.

 

Moving on, when she saw what a cool head I had kept, she decided that she would teach me medicine, and I could be the resident doc in her absence. I loved it, science has always fascinated me, and I learned about anything and everything. She taught me all that she knew, which was a hell of a lot considering she was the best damn doctor within a hundred mile radius. After a while of training, she then trusted me with more mature responsibilities since we spent so much time together. It didn't matter that she was youkai, and I a ningen; we were best friends for a different reason. She told me once, that she even thought of me as a daughter. I was there from when I was born, until I was about fifteen, when she was killed in a mugging coming home late one night from work. Ok, ok enough with the mushy crap. Blah blah blah, I came to Kanazawa, and you know the general idea of the rest. Satisfied?”

 

Sesshoumaru was shocked at this. `This bakayaro knows medicine? And about the advanced sort too, seeing as how she learned from a youkai. Taisho…the name is faintly familiar. Maybe there is some truth to this story after all. I'll have to check into it. Interesting…I wonder what other secrets she is hiding from us.'

 

“That's the most you've ever talked about your past Kesa-chan. I'm impressed. That's why you were so comfortable around Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru the first time you met them. You were used to youkai being docile.” It sounded like the monk talking now, with his brother growling lightly at the docile comment. `So her name is Kesa. Hmm…'

 

He decided that the conversation was getting boring, so he went to go see who it was exactly that was making that putrid stench.

 

He came to the door that he had seen his fool of a sibling talking to his friends outside of earlier, which also happened to hold the source of his dilemma according to his nose. `It took a real genius to figure out that this was the place.' Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes since no one was around to see him do so. He opened the door, and was surprised to see that the girl inside had a pen barrel sticking up from her throat. He walked over to examine her and saw immediately what was wrong. `This girl had an allergic reaction that caused her to stop breathing. The faint spots are rashes caused by the allergen. And judging on the time lapse, if Sango gave her the allergen, probably an herb knowing her, right before I saw her talking to Inuyasha, it didn't happen immediately either. I wonder what herb it was...'

 

He saw the small red patch surrounding the incision on her throat, and the blood soaked sheets next to her. `They must have moved her so she wouldn't drown in her own blood, so to speak. This must be the blood I smell. That girl has done a pretty good job for being in such a hurry.' He then looked at the nightstand next to him and saw the basin full of bloody paper towels from when they cleaned up the floor. The scalpel, which was Kesa's oversized pocketknife, was soaking in this crimson water. He picked it up, looking at the design on the handle. It reeked of Kesa, yet it wasn't an unpleasant as he would have expected. `Odd...' he thought. He didn't realize that he was holding the knife, which was dripping red water, above Kagome, but that was how Inuyasha found him only moments later.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Inuyasha walked into the room, dragging the chair behind him, and the first thing that he saw was Sesshoumaru holding a knife with Kagomes blood all over it in his hands, over Kagome's limp body. It didn't help matters that the mattress was practically oozing her blood. Another brownie point was awarded to Sesshoumaru when Inuyasha noticed that the knife point was facing down, looking as if it had just been brought up from stabbing her, and Sesshoumaru was examining the handle, immersed in thought. Or maybe lost in guilt if he had just killed her. Inuyasha had to think only a moment to deduce it wasn't the latter. `Nah, definitely not guilt. If there's one good thing about him, he can kill without ever looking back. He's the perfect assassin.'

 

“Sesshoumaru...” Inuyasha growled between his clenched teeth after he had regained his ability to speak.

 

Sesshoumaru's head turned leisurely towards the sound of his disturbers' voice. Had he gotten so immersed in that damn girls scent that he had let his guard drop, and senses wander? No...it was something else. But what exactly...?

 

“Are you even paying attention to me you pathetic excuse for a demon?” Inuyasha was getting even more pissed because his brother's attention was wandering.

 

Sesshoumaru snapped out of his daze once again and responded coldly, “Did you want something...dear brother?”

 

Inuyasha's growl only increased in volume at the loathing in Sesshoumaru's voice when he said the last part. He was pissed, and he was willing to fight Sesshoumaru if he had to.

 

“What the fuck did you do to her you bastard?”

 

Sesshoumaru almost looked offended. Almost. “And why would you care?” he smirked.

 

“Why you...”

 

“Now now brother, don't be hasty. I have not touched your precious ningen, merely come to quell the stench of her blood. Now if you don't do it, I will, so take care of it or else I might just do something that you may not like too much.” Sesshoumaru loved, above all else, baiting his hot-tempered brother, and seeing him seethe with the need to destroy him. `Like that will ever happen.'

 

And with that settled, he set the knife back down into the basin, and swept by Inuyasha, only pausing by his side for a moment to say, “Besides, if I had in fact harmed your ningen, as you claim, you would smell more fresh blood that just the liquid from her neck and the drying blood on the sheets. I personally guarantee that she will be drained dry. Remember that, little brother.”

 

Inuyasha merely looked the other way and glared at the wall as Sesshoumaru left silently and gracefully in all his glory, without a backward glance.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- “What are you doing, Kesa?” Sango asked as the said girl took out her keys and unlocked her chest.

 

“Getting my stethoscope and stuff. Why?” She asked, looking up at the girl quizzically.

 

“Oh, just wondering. I've never seen you open that chest before. Never in all the time I've known you...” Sango said almost to herself.

 

“This chest contains many memories that I have not wanted to dredge up. But to tell you the truth, it has been opened, just not in your presence,” she said simply, which translated to `back off because I do not want to go into it right now.'

 

Sango nodded, dropping it like rotten fruit. Miroku wasn't even paying attention to the conversation. He was…admiring, if you wanted to put it that way. The way Kesa's shirt fell as she was bending over gave Miroku a good view of her bound chest and cleavage line. Sango looked over at him to see why he was so quiet, and followed his line of vision. A frustration mark quickly appeared on her forehead moments later.

 

“You god damn hentai!” Sango screamed at him, and thwarped him over the head big time, effectively knocking him out cold.

 

She still had the vein pop on her forehead as Kesa chuckled. “You know... I think that the reason that he's so perverted is because of all the brain damage we give him. Maybe you should find a new place to hit him Sango.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at this, and Sango smacked her shoulder. Kesa laughed and locked the chest again.

 

“Make sure you drag him out of my room when you leave. I don't need him going though my underwear again,” Kesa growled as she walked out the door.

 

Sango got a disgusted look on her face, and yelled out to Kesa, “When did he ever go through your underwear?!”

 

“Don't worry...that's the day he got most of his brain damage.”

 

Sango grinned evilly and flopped back on Kesa's soft bed. Boy was SHE going to have fun when he woke up. It looked like the still blank chapters of How To Kick Major Ass were finally going to be filled.

 

----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------Kesa was shaking her head and chuckling as she walked down the hall. She saw Sesshoumaru walking towards her, and was shocked to be seeing him twice on the same day, let alone within the time span of less than three hours. `I'm lucky if I see him a few times a week. Well...maybe lucky isn't exactly the word I'd use...' she thought as they approached each other.

 

“Hey Sesshoumaru-sama. What are you doing in this neck of the woods? Don't see you down here too often,” she said as he was just about in front of her.

 

He merely glanced in her direction before deeming her unimportant and gliding down the hall towards the stairs.

 

Kesa glanced back at him over her shoulder. `How rude!' she thought, turning around and actually paid attention to where she was going.

 

She had almost passed Sangos' room, and backed up until she could see into the door, and was quite surprised by the sight that greeted her dark eyes.

 

Inuyasha was inside, sitting on Sango's desk chair backwards with Kagomes slim hand resting in his clawed one, staring at her bruised face.

 

“Awwww... I'd hate to break up the love scene, but it's kind of necessary,” Kesa grinned broadly as the stunned inu-hanyou jumped at least a foot in his seat, dropping Kagomes hand as he did so.

 

She laughed and shook her head as she set her small bundle down at Kagomes feet. She then cleaned off the knife with the wet rag resting half-in/half-out of the brown basin. They did so in silence, one staring at the others movements as though he were mesmerized. Once the blade was completely clean, she flicked the water off and snapped it shut. “I'll sterilize it when I'm done here…” she trailed off under her breath. She then stuck it in her back pocket, and picked up the pens remains.

 

“I don't think that we'll need this anytime soon,” she commented throwing them out, trying to lighten the mood. She picked up the sticky tape, looked around for a moment, before she shrugged and stuck the roll in one of the many drawers in Sango's desk.

 

“I hope we don't need it for an emergency again, but we always have to be prepared. Now I'll know where it is.” she said somberly.

 

“Why did you say emergency specifically?” Inuyasha asked, his eyes questioning.

 

“Oh, caught that did you? It's because I'll have to change the tape around her neck regularly so it doesn't get infected and so I can apply crap like Neosporin when it's closed up more.”

 

Inuyasha merely nodded and his gaze flicked to Kagome for a moment, before resting on the bowl. Kesa picked it up, and told him, “I'll be back in a minute. I'll go dump this, and fill it with fresh water and get a new towel. Actually, I'll get two. While you're here, wet the rag every now and then with cool water and move it around Kagome's face until she wakes up to make sure she doesn't get a temp, ok?”

 

“Yeah sure,” he mumbled, and watched her walk out the door. He looked down at Kagome, and moved the sheet off of her almost naked, twisted body, now with splints and bandages because of her serious injuries. `Why did he do this? This girl couldn't have done anything to anger him. But why do I care so much already? It must just be a spur of the moment thing. I'm caught up in the situation. Yeah…that has to be it. But gods she's still so beautiful. How could he...' Inuyasha's fist was shaking with the need to hit something. “That bastard will pay!” he growled loudly.

 

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Naraku will die. We all have something in our past that he's wounded us with. You: kikyo, Miroku: the kazaana, me, well I'll tell you that one some other time, and I know he did something that hurt Sango badly. I could tell when she told me his name that it meant something to her- and with his track record, it cannot be that he just forgot to send her a Christmas card one year. Don't worry; he's definitely going down. He's pissed off, ripped off, and killed too many people for his crimes to go unpunished for any length of time, whether we are the ones to kill him or not. We'll try our damnedest though to make sure we're the ones who get him Yash. His end is near either way,” Kesa consoled Inuyasha's burning rage for the time being, and dwindled it down to a mere anger that could only be satisfied by one thing, and one thing only: seeing Naraku swimming in a puddle his own blood.

 

Thank you so much for all the reviews people! They make me feel so loved! Keep `em coming!

 

*About the duct tape…yes there is such a difference in the different kinds of duct tape. Trust me, I know. My friend and I could write the sequel to 1001 creative things to do with duct tape. Kesa gets the strange fetish from me. Lucky bitch, ne?

 

Translations

Sakura-mochi- cherry blossom rice cakes. Mochi also means food

-sama- highest level of politeness. For people in a higher social status, lords & that sorta

thing, & a shop owner/employee to a customer

-chan- level of politeness used between close friends and whatnot. Mostly used between girls

Inu-hanyou- half dog demon

Hanyou- half demon

Houshi- Buddhist monk

Katana- traditional Japanese sword. It has a curved blade

Kodachi- a short sword. It lacks on offense because of its size, but is excellent for defense

Hirakotsu- bone boomerang. Sango's weapon in the original series.

Youkai- demon

Ningen- human

Shingetsu- full moon

Kono (Sesshoumaru)- I (Sesshoumaru)

Bakayaro- dumbass

Hentai- pervert

Kazaana- wind tunnel. The cursed hole in Miroku's right hand in the original series

 

Ja ne!

 

Always-

Kagura-hime