InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bittersweet Confessions ❯ Going Home ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Going Home

 

 

He'd told her to get out of his life. She did. Little did he know that that would be the last time he would see her alive. From what he'd heard, from the same doctor that was treating him, she'd been seen running out from the hospital crying when she blindly ran out into traffic-thus being hit head on by a passing driver.

 

He hadn't known what to think. It was too much of a shock. She was dead? Gone from his life…forever? No…she couldn't be!

 

'I hadn't meant anything of what I'd said!' He'd yelled repeatedly. Nothing would have been able to calm him down; he was thrashing around, throwing things, was yelling obscenities ((he was still in the hospital)) that no one could understand. He'd been jumped by seven nurses and doctors and was tied down to the bed with a large dose of sedatives. He'd been out for 4 days after that.

 

When he'd been finally released from the hospital, he'd been sent home with a hospital personnel to stay and watch over him and wait until a relative came and took him in. He'd known the real reason the personnel was there…to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, like kill himself.

 

He'd considered suicide more than countable times…but had always chickened out after remembering words his mother used to whisper to him every night when she thought he'd been sleeping.

 

'If only your papa could see you now…he loves you like I do, baby…'

 

Sometimes he'd wondered if she was saying that only to reassure herself. But other times…he'd come down from breakfast and find her in a day dream. He'd known she was thinking about his father.

 

That's why he'd always chickened out from killing himself…he wanted to know who his father was and why he'd left him and his mother to fend for themselves…and maybe give him a good pop in the jaw…before taking the next step in life.

 

His father had to still be alive…his mother would always say that he loved him in the present tense.

 

He didn't even know where to start.

 

It wasn't until 4 months after the death of his mother, did a 'distant' relative come and take him in. Myouga, he called himself. A stout, chubby, rounded little man he was with a large white mustache and buggy-yet kind-eyes. He wore a deep blue business suit that Inuyasha could only dream to have enough money for…only he'd buy something more useful than a brand name business suit.

 

The hospital personnel, who Inuyasha never paid any attention to-he didn't even find out his name-had left that very afternoon after helping him pack the few items he'd owned.

 

Myouga had told him that the house and its belongings would be taken care of so he needn't worry. Inuyasha was escorted out into the bright blinding sunshine of that summer afternoon, to a sleek black limo.

 

He'd been a little skeptical at first as to 'whom' this Myouga really was. That was answered about 4 hours later…when they'd arrived at the largest house he'd ever seen in his entire measly existence.

 

He'd called it the B.A.M. or…"The Big Ass Mansion". Myouga only rolled his eyes and told him to follow.

 

He had. And boy was it a nerve racking surprise to find himself ushered into an elaborately decorated office where two men, who looked almost identical to him, were standing and going through paper work.

 

When he'd entered, they both stopped talking and looked up. The younger looking one, with weird marks on his face, had looked at him with disgust and even scrunched his nose up as if Inuyasha was the smelliest thing on the entire planet. The older man, whom had been staring awestruck at him, tears glossing his eyes up, had whipped around the desk to stand in front of him.

 

Inuyasha was thoroughly creeped out ever since he'd entered the office but was even more so when the older man had reached up and began touching his, Inuyasha's, face.

 

He'd snapped and pulled away with a "What the fuck is your deal, fag!?" and he'd found himself pinned against the wall behind him with the younger man in his face.

 

God…he'd never forget that day. The day he'd found out that the man who had tears streaming down his face was his father and that the moron pinning him to the wall and baring his canines, was his older half-brother.

 

He'd almost pissed himself.

 

After the initial shock had diminished, Inuyasha let the older man have it-with a hard pop in the jaw. He'd begun yelling at him, things like why he'd left his mom and him, and that he hated him.

 

The Inu no Taisho just sat there like a little baby-taking it all in. Sesshoumaru, his older half-brother looked thoroughly amused by the entire situation-the bastard.

 

It wasn't until he'd lunged at his 'father' did someone decide to interfere. He'd been knocked unconscious with a quick blow to the back of the head. He'd woken up 3 hours later in a locked and heavily guarded room.

 

To make matters worse, his 'father' had decided to send him to rehab after he'd found out that Inuyasha was an addict.

 

So the next thing Inuyasha knew was that he was flying to the United States, Rochester, Minnesota to be exact, to be counseled by one of the best therapists and rehab analyst's in the world. Well…Rochester was the home of the original and notorious Mayo Clinic that was known world wide for its superiority in medical abilities and practices.

 

To him…it'd been pure hell.

 

 

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2 years later…

 

 

"…it was nice having you stay with us Inuyasha. We hope to hear from you soon! Have a nice flight!" Was what his host family said again and again.

 

'Crazy Americans…'

 

He nodded and turned to go down the airplane terminal. First class seats were just what he needed. Hell…he got the whole damn row to himself! Plus, they had a smoking zone and damn did he need a cigarette. Having lived in a house where the parents were doctors and their kids had their hearts set on becoming doctors…he rarely found a moment alone to take one drag.

 

Hell…he'd hadn't been able to smoke an entire cigarette for 4 months!

 

'I guess that's the price you pay for screwing up your life in the first place.'

 

So…now here he was. Heading back home to Japan. Back to a place he never wanted to remember. He'd received a call from Myouga from Japan, informing him that his father would be at the airport to pick him up.

 

Woo…hoo.

 

Fuck! He never wanted to see that man's face ever again! He didn't care if he was his father. He'd left Inuyasha and his mother to fend for themselves, while he lived off in luxury.

 

Okay…enough of that. Flipping out his Zippo lighter and his pack of fresh fags, he put one in between his lips and lit it; inhaling the toxic comfort.

 

'Complete…relaxation.' He sighed, reclining his seat back and closing his eyes.

 

What was going to happen when he got back to Japan? He would sure as hell make sure that there was NO father-son bonding. Nope.

 

Would he go to college? Dunno? Would he meet up with some old friends? Fuck yes. Would he meet up with some chicks? Damn straight!

 

It certainly took a toll on him…being celibate for a good two years. When he was staying in Rochester, he was clearly informed that he was NOT allowed to go to parties, associate with anyone but that same sex, and was NOT able to drink or smoke.

 

Stupid Minnesotans. ((A/N: Just so you know…I'm not dissing anyone who's from Minnesota. I live in Rochester, MN so clearly if you think I'm dissing anyone…then think of it as me dissing myself.))

 

Sighing, he took another long drag on his cigarette, and buckled himself in as he felt the planes engines come alive.

 

He began to doze off when the pretty stewardess stood at the front of the class compartment and began going through routine in case there was ever an emergency.

 

It wasn't until 10 hours later that he woke from his deep sleep, did he realize that he wasn't sitting alone.

 

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