InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn: Fairytale ❯ The Simple Life ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter Ten:The Simple Life

Kouga looked over his new paper at Ayame, who stared back at him as she scooped some pancakes in her mouth. "Are you gonna stare at me all morning?"

She shrugged. "You're unreasonable . . . I'm just wondering if you're always that way."

"I'm unreasonable? I had to sleep on the couch last night thanks to you."

"Poor baby, try sleeping on rocks, which was my second choice." she countered.

All last night Ayame and Kouga had fought. She yelled about how mean he acted towards Kai, who she had happened to run into in the little 'get together' his father has thrown for some clients. It was true though, Kouga acted pretty rude towards Kai all night. Jubilee apparently talked too much, and told Minoru about Ayame's 'first love'. He might have gotten a tad bit upset about it.

He set his paper down. "I'm going to work; when you come out of 'La La Land', call me." He kissed her temple and walked out.

'Unreasonable, pig headed--'

'Babe, he was hardly unreasonable,' her mind argued.

'What do you know?'

'Well let's see . . . I am you. Maybe that'll ring a bell. If I'm not mistaken, Jubilee told us to stay away from Kai . . . so why didn't we?'

'I'm pretty sure I can contain myself with Kai, what happened between us was a long time ago.'

'Just because it was a long time ago, doesn't mean you're over him. I think Kouga might have sensed a threat.'

.xXx.

Minoru knocked on the apartment door, for what seemed like the millionth time. During his and Jubilee's play time in the restaurant bathroom, she had managed to leave her cell phone near the sink. Walking from Manny's hotel, he remembered Jubilee was staying with Sakura, so he decided to stop by.

He knocked once more. "Jubilee, I know you're home, stop ignoring me." Deciding to use common sense, he turned the door knob.

The door was open the whole time? Wow, did he felt like an idiot. He slipped inside and shut the door behind him, looking around. "Jubilee," he called once more.

Jubilee's breathing was slow and heavy as she hugged her ankles and rocked back and forth, her fist to her heart. She struggled with a small transparent orange pill bottle. "Damn child proof caps," she hissed, cracking it on the bed post as she wiped at her wet face.

"Jubilee?" Minoru questioned, his eyes fixated on her weak form.

"What," she almost sobbed, shoving more than enough pills in her mouth and swallowing them dry.

"What's . . . wrong?" He grabbed the bottle from her hand and set it on the night stand.

Jubilee shook her head. "It's just my heart . . . I've had these problems since I was . . . a kid."

He scooped her up in his arms. "How long has the pain been active?"

"It's been . . . on and . . . off . . . all day."

With every break she took, he knew she was hurting. "I'll get you to the hos--"

"No, don't you dare. I . . . hate hosp . . . itals. I only go to visit people, not to be there." Jubilee suddenly passed out in his arms.

Minoru began shaking her hard. "Jubilee . . . wake up."

.xXx.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it, thanks Dave." Minoru walked toward Jubilee who was huddling her upper body against her legs. She looked pretty mad at him. "You can thank me for saving your life later if you'd like," he teased.

"I told you I hate hospitals. I wanna go home!" she whined like a child. She yanked the sheets off of her feet and let her feet dangle on the side.

"Not yet," Minoru argued, lifting her feet back on the bed. "Why are you in such a rush?"

"I just . . . hate hospitals, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because . . . just forget it." There was a long silence.

"Jubilee, why do you hate hospitals?"

"Because . . . every time I come here . . . someone always--"

"I have your results." Dave interrupted. He looked over her patient folder once more. "It . . . doesn't look good. In fact, I'm not sure how you made it this long with that heart. It's not too late for a transplant--"

"No," she cut it. "I'm sorry Dave, but this heart isn't coming out of me."

"You don't seem to understand, if you wait any longer to put your name on the transplant list, it'll be too late, a transplant will be useless by then. We have to perform surgery immediately. Waiting longer will jeopardize your health. Your heart is getting weaker and weaker."

Minoru took the chart out of Dave's hand and looked over it. "I got it Dave," he said before waving him off. He sat at the foot of the bed, observing the chart more.

"Well, are you gonna talk me into having a transplant or what, 'cause I’d like to get the hell out of here a-sap." She grabbed the folder of her charts from his hands and threw it on the ground, watching it slide under the empty bed next to her. "What exactly . . . is wrong with me?" she asked, her voice more gentle this time, more urgent and curious.

"I suggest you put your name on that list before I do it for you." he stated coldly, pining her with a daring stare.

Jubilee was almost afraid to go against his word. "I can't."

"Then I'll do it."

"That's illegal--"

"Jubilee, you're putting your name on that list right now!"

"Why . . . I can’t . . . it’s not my heart to throw away!"

He looked at her curiously. "What do you mean it's not your heart?"

"It's not--I didn't . . . when my mom died . . . this is her heart . . . beating inside of me." she struggled.

'Her mom's--so it's really not her heart.' he thought.

'No it's a fake pig heart!' his youkai challenged.

'Shut up, I didn't ask you.' He began to pace. "So you're just gonna wither up and die? You won’t even fight for your life?"

"I guess so. So how long do I get to live doc?"

"Is everything a big joke to you? Your life is on the line and you don't even care."

Jubilee scoffed, her eyes watering. "And you care? Yeah, that's right, I could die just because I want to keep my mom's heart, and you care more than I do. As far as I can see, I've lived my life out enough, I don't plan on getting married, I don't plan on having children, I don't even know what'll I'll have for dinner. I've lived my life as good as could, and no matter what way you twist it, Minoru, I will never give up on my mother's heart."

Minoru sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the large glass window. "You probably have a year till medication stops working. It looks like you only have three months to get a heart. Do you really want to spend the rest of your time in a hospital bed on respirators because you'll be too weak to even breathe on your own?"

"I'm not getting rid of my mother's heart, Minoru. And I don't care what you have to say about it."

"Y-you're dying too?" Ayame stood in the door way, looking as sad as a lost child.

"What do you mean . . . 'too'?"

.xXx.

"I want you to have the surgery too!"

"No! I'm not having a transplant, I'm not getting a new heart I’m going to turn into a vegetable whether you like it or not."

"How can you be so selfish?"

"I knew I shouldn't have called you Ayame, I knew you'd make me feel bad." She threw the spoon she was eating ice cream with on the table.

"No," Ayame grabbed her sister's hand as she tried to get up. "I'm sorry I'll stop, okay? Can we at least talk about this?"

"No, its body and I'll do what I want with it."

"And what about Adam, I mean you to are sleeping together, aren't you? You aren't supposed to have any excitement."

"Then we'll cut down. Besides, that’s what all the pills are for." Jubilee sighed. "I just . . . I won't live my life on the inside. I should be exploring the world at this point, not worrying about every little thing."

Ayame looked at the time on her cell phone. She stood up. "I'm sorry; I have to get to work. If you want, I could take the rest of the day off."

"Don't you dare, if I have to have you take away one more cheeseburger from me I'll kill you." She walked her sister to the door and hugged her tightly. "Please stop worrying, it's not worth it."

"I'll try." Ayame kept her eyes on the door, even after it closed on her.

Jubilee stretched her arms as she walked to the couch. She laid on it as she breezed through one of Sakura's random fashion magazines. She tried to finish the article on Namie Amuro, but couldn't concentrate on reading. 'This is all . . . too real. I don't wanna die . . . and I don't . . . wanna throw away Mama's heart.' She began rubbing her temples.

The loud knocking on the door took her out of her thoughts. She jumped to her feet and dragged her way to the door. "Making house calls now, Doctor?" She teased.

Minoru held up a small blue and white patterned pharmacy bag. "Well, home deliveries are my specialty." He pushed his way past the door, setting the bag on the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room.

"At this rate, people will start suspecting I'm a drug-attic."

"Well, you won't put your name on the donor list, will you?"

"I hate to upset you Doctor, but no, I don't plan on it. You want anything? A drink . . . a sandwich . . . your marijuana?"

"Come again,"

Jubilee pulled a small bag out of her pocket and held it up to Minoru's face. "I found this in the hall way, I'm guessing you dropped it. Gosh, Doctor, you're so bad."

"That's not mine!" He argued.

She looked at it closely. "It has to be. If it's not mine, and it's not yours, then it has to--oh my . . . you don't think Sakura . . .”

"What about Ayame--"

"That girl is wound up tighter than a crayon. She's lives up to the same reputation today that she set up when she was eight! There's no way it's hers. I think I’ll have a talk with little Ms. Cranky tonight." She tucked the small baggie back in her pocket and tore open the paper bag.

"You know how to use them?"

"Are you kidding, your stare scared me so bad at the hospital, I felt like I was forced to listen."

"Good,"

"Wow, rich bitch has an attitude problem. What's wrong with you? It's like ever since we were at the hospital, you've a major stick shoved up your ass." She crossed her arms over her chest.

He shook his head. "You're so . . . stubborn. You have to put your name on the transplant list. Do you really want to die?"

"What do you care? This is my life. I'll be the one on the death bed soon enough and all you can do is complain to me. Why do you care so much?"

"Because . . . b-because . . . you can't expect me not care."

"Yes I can, you have an ex-model Barbie doll, I would definitely not blame you for you not caring."

"Yeah, well I do, so . . . drop it!"

"Okay!" she greed. "Jeezum, who shoved a tampon up your ass." she murmured.

"What was that?" he asked, knowing very well what she had said.

"Nothing, Doctor, chill."

'You really have a handful to deal with. Jubilee's not a kid.' His youkai muttered.

'Tell me about it, she's got the mouth and thoughts of a sailor.'

'I can't help but tease, even though I already know the answer to this, but why do we--no, you--care so much?'

'I . . . just shut up!'

.xXx.

Jubilee yanked her key from the lock trying to push the door to Sakura's apartment open as wide as she could. 'What the . . .' She looked down at the ground, a laundry basket blocked the entrance, and cloths were spread out around it. "What's that smell?" she wondered out loud. "Sakura, you home?" She opened the door to her room, only to find her smoking a 'joint'. Her eyes widened. "So it was you!"

Sakura blew a large cloud of smoke. "If you promise not to say anything, you can have a few drags," she tempted.

"Deal," She flopped down on the bed right next to her sister and snatched the blunt out of her hand. "I thought you were a lawyer . . . you had to have taken some kind of oath, right?"

"Like I give a damn any more. This crap is supposed to help that feeling in my stomach."

"Why . . . you pregnant or something?"

"I wouldn't be smoking dope if I were pregnant you stupid frog."

Jubilee giggled. "You said dope . . . and frog!"

Sakura rolled her eyes. "You might be able to hold your drink, but you can't even hold your smoke."

"So . . . what's wrong with you? You always throw up . . . you haven't gone to work in weeks, what is it?"

She shrugged. "Some stomach virus. Nothing to be too concerned about. Plus, the hours at the firm became too much, and since I've never taken a vacation, this is it. I still do some work at home." She took another drag of the blunt and threw it in the ashtray on her bed. "How's your heart. I hope weed doesn't do much."

Jubilee flopped on her belly, picking at Sakura's sheets. "I might die . . . no . . . I will die."

"I'm sorry . . . I'm too high to process it. So isn't there . . . what's it called . . . surgery for it?"

She shrugged. "I'm not getting rid of mom's heart. I wish everyone would stop talking about it."

"You're really strong, you know? Most people would breakdown in tears and start some LifeTime drama. But you, you could careless if you died tomorrow. Why is that?"

"I feel I've already lived my life to the fullest . . . I'm not meant to be a house wife, and I'll be a mother. I figured I lived it out enough, right?"

"I wish I felt the same."

"Why?"

"Because . . . I really think I could have gone more out the boundaries than I have."

"You and the rest of the world. You know, it must be the weed . . . 'cause Aya broke down into tears. I had to confront her." Jubilee sighed. "You think the weed wore off yet?"

Sakura shrugged. "Like I care, as long as I stop getting nauseous."

.xXx.

"Okay, I'll bit, why am I here?" Jubilee asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why must you always suspect?" Minoru countered.

"Because nothing's predictable with you." she quipped. "Plus, who asks to meet in the middle of the street?"

"We're on the sidewalk."

"Same difference."

"Well, I'm having lunch with Manny and this was the closet place we could meet." he explained.

Jubilee looked at him curious. Just what did he mean by that last statement? "Wow, tell me why I feel like a prostitute." she joked.

"So . . . how do you feel?"

She stared at him confused. "Like I should be on Oprah--what's going on? You look all fidgety and worn out. You and Barbie fight?"

"Hi baby," Manny suddenly came in. She kissed his cheek. "You took so long, I got worried." She turned around, a bright smile on her face. "Jubilee! How are you?" she exclaimed, almost too happy. Manny always had that effect on people. She always smiled way to much, it was sometimes contagious.

"Dying and you?" Jubilee exclaimed in an almost a mocking tone.

"Huh--Oh, I'm great. So you and Adam are pretty serious, huh? Gosh, I haven't seen him this happy since . . . like never! Maybe you too will get married like us!"

Jubilee stared at Manny making a funny face. Manny was a little too chipper today. 'Maybe she's high like every other brain-dead model?' "Whoa, you might wanna step off that horse there Pony-Girl Curtis--wait . . . us?"

Manny's mouth made a large o-shape. "Oh, well, um . . . I better get going. Daddy's flying in for a visit and I don't wanna be late picking him up. It was nice seeing you again Jubilee." She ran off into the crowds of people.

"Spill--what's Barbie talking about? Are you . . . engaged? That's what this whole thing was about, wasn't it? You're marrying Barbie . . . and you seem to think I have a problem with it . . . right?" Jubilee tried to maintain her cool, trying hard not stumble over her every word.

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A/N:

Okay, I managed to update this chapter as well as I could. Unfortunately, it's not as good as the original one. This is the best I could do. Sorry. Thanks for all your reviews! They really made me happy! I’m so sorry I’m such a slow updater. But only a month till Graduation, and there’s so much to prepare for!

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This is a disclaimer which applies to An Autumn Fairytale and for that matter, the rest of my Autumn series (coming soon). I do not own original characters of Inuyasha that are included in the Anime/Manga series. I simply own every character not created by R. Takahashi. She just inspired me to write fan fiction and manipulate the beautiful lives of her interesting character. This applies to every chapter.