InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Fates ❯ The Consequences of Hatred ( Chapter 27 )

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Chapter 27: The Consequences of Hatred

Akina groaned inwardly; faking feeling weak was not as easy as it sounded, especially when in a hospital setting.

But she didn't have any choice - when she'd seen that bitch who'd stolen Yasha from her walking all happily along with some chattering freaks, the rage had just taken over, her eyes had flashed red, and next thing she knew, she'd hit her with her car.

The moment the police showed she'd been terrified - she had no remorse for what she'd done, but she also had no intentions of paying for it. That little wench had taken something she'd wanted, and she was suffering for it now.

The nice part of it was, her mother was hovering over her, and she knew this little mess would guarantee weeks of anything she wanted - her mother would never be able to deny her, no matter what her father said.

Little did she know that she'd made the biggest mistake of her entire life, and it wasn't just her that was going to pay the price.

She'd condemned her parents right along with her - though it was their faults that she'd become as horrid and spoiled as she had, so it was rather poetic justice.

The minute that Sesshoumaru stepped foot onto the floor of the youkai hospital she was on, everyone froze - his youki was inflamed, enraged, and pounded and beat against every other aura in the entire hospital.

So when he moved to the nurse's station and demanded to be taken to Takeshi, Akina's room, there was not one denial - after all, he was the only authority left in this human-run world for youkai - if you had any youkai blood, he was the law.

He took in the goings on in the girl's room in one sweeping glance, then paced forward, flicking a glance at the stunned female sitting to the side of the bed, and saying, "Leave," in no uncertain terms. And despite the fact that Takeshi-san had never personally seen Sesshoumaru, and neither had her daughter, they both instantly knew who he was.

Only Akina had an inkling of why he was there, however.

Her mother stood, fluttering around him and her daughter questioningly. "Sesshoumaru-sama, what an honor! May this one ask why you are here?"

He cocked an icy brow. "No. I will not repeat myself again, woman - you will leave this room... now," his voice cracked out icily.

Flustered, suddenly frightened but unable to deny him, she cast a worried glance at her daughter's now white face, and left, closing the door as she did.

She was on the phone and crying for her husband in moments - not that he could do anything to save them.

Sesshoumaru stared at Akina, his eyes frigid and his youki threatening and heavy; she was stunned, frightened, and unable to move. After a few moments, he said, "I know what you did, and why you did it - and your life is forfeit for it, wench. As are the lives of your parents. You were warned not to pursue any actions against Kagome or my nephew - you should have heeded those warnings."

He allowed himself a wicked, evil smile as her face slackened with horror, and she began babbling in absolute fear, sobbing. "It was an accident, I swear! I didn't mean to do anything to her, it was just bad luck that I passed out when I did!"

"Silence, bitch!" he hissed. "You dare lie to me?! I can smell your falsehoods on you - as I can smell your promiscuity! You are naught but a lying whore - this time, however, you chose the wrong victims. Do not think I do not know about your behavior, and the fact that you have harassed others as you did my nephew."

He leaned forwards to crowd her back against the bed, flaring his nostrils with disgust. "I know everything, bitch - all that you have done," he whispered. "Fate has caught up with you now. It is time to pay the piper." He stared at her as she fell silent, his youki battering against her, and his cold stare mesmerizing her, stunning her mind until she couldn't even think.

He stood after a few moments and without a backwards glance, walked from the room, motioning for one of his men to stand guard outside it, he paced dangerously over to the almost hysterical female now crowding her newly arrived mate. Motioning for them to follow him, he stepped into the waiting room, and when they followed him in, he shut the door.

To the two in the room with him, it had all the finality of a coffin lid being lowered.

He stared disdainfully at them for long moments, disgust plain on his face.

Finally, the male, asked, "Sesshoumaru-sama," he bowed, "what about this accident has garnered your attention? From what I understand, the girl my daughter hit was a human, and is in another hospital."

Eyes narrowing, Sesshoumaru moved closer, his hand beginning to glow green with his poison as he fought to control his temper. The weakness in these two was obvious; the daughter was strong-willed and had been allowed to run wild. That Kagome had been harmed so severely because of these people truly offended him.

"This was no accident. You daughter deliberately aimed that car at Kagome. The bitch was angered because she wanted my nephew - and my nephew is not interested. He has never wanted anyone other than Kagome - they are soul-mates, and she became murderous because you have given her anything she wants all her life, and she could not handle being told no as she was."

The woman began to shriek in denial; Sesshoumaru wasn't interested and snapped his whip across her cheek, shutting her up as she clasped her face in shock, fear and pain.

"You will be silent!" he snapped. "Make no mistake - Kagome has a long history with my house, she is miko, and the most powerful one since Midoriko herself. If she dies," he said ominously, "you, your mate, and your daughter will all die, as well." His eyes went back to the suddenly horrified male. "This is what you get for letting her go wild. You are weak, and a poor excuse for a male, human or youkai. From this moment, until I have decided your fates, your entire family will be under guard by my men."

Without another word, he turned and left the room, a snap of his head sending two guards into the room to keep watch over the girl's parents as he stalked through the corridors to the elevators, only too eager to get away from such filth as that family.

If you die, Kagome, I will not allow you to stay in that state, this I swear to you.

You will not be killed by the likes of a bitch such as that.

He flipped open his phone, and with a biting cold in his voice, the daiyoukai ordered that Tensaiga be kept ready for instant delivery should he call for it.

---cCc---

Yasha sat slumped in a daze, guilt-ridden and with pure fear running through his veins in place of blood.

It had been several hours, and still no word on Kagome's condition - all they knew is that she was in a coma... or at least, she had been.

Noon had come and gone, and the three girls, Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi had gone in and out a few times, making calls to parents and a few other friends of Kagome's. She was well-liked, and apparently, word traveled fast - the waiting room had filled up fast.

But it made no difference to the young male sitting so forlornly in the corner - his heart was cold, and his mind unable to cope with so many people. All he could think of was Kagome - the light of his life was fighting for hers... and all because of a jealous, self-centered bitch.

At this point, he wanted blood.

If Akina had been anywhere within reach, he probably would have killed her already.

Primal nature what it was, she had harmed the one who he saw as his mate, and the penalty for that was death, plain and simple.

His youkai nature was very near the surface at this point... all he could hope was that his parents arrived soon - he would need the calming effect of his mother if he was to maintain any sanity whatsoever.

He was, however, even with his preoccupation, curious to find out what had happened with Sesshoumaru. Had he cornered the bitch? Threatened her? And where was he, anyway?

Yasha sincerely hoped that he had Tensaiga ready somewhere nearby if Kagome didn't pull through - either that, or Bakusaiga, because if she didn't pull through, and Tensaiga refused to return her to life, he would lose himself in the blood of his youkai, and his uncle would need the sword to end his life.

It would be the only thing that would stop his rampage in the wake of losing her - death.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the rather heated arrival of one that he had hoped never to see again - and certainly, now was not a good time for the male to be anywhere within the vicinity of his wounded female.

Houjo.

Someone with no sense had called him, and the buffoon had cornered Aiko and was wringing his hands and stressing over the fate of his 'one true love'.

The entire waiting room froze at the snarl of pure rage that erupted then, and Shippo leapt to his side, trying desperately to keep a hold on the irate male.

"Aiko-san, it would be best to get him out of here, now," he said, obvious strain in his voice.

Aiko, her eyes wide, nodded, and grabbed a suddenly angered Houjo and escorted him forcibly from the room. "Please, Houjo, I must ask you to follow me."

Yasha calmed somewhat when the fool was led from his sight, but his rage hadn't really ebbed - something needed to give, and soon; he was far too overwrought to last much longer.

Houjo was extremely angry to see the two fools that had humiliated him so badly that day at Kagome's; what were they still doing hanging around? He was sure her condition had to be their fault in some way - and he was still determined to get his Kagome away from them if it was the last thing he did - and into his own arms.

So he was rightly shocked when the woman before him escorted him into a small waiting room at the other end of the corridor, and turned to face him sternly.

With no hesitation, she said, "One thing you will understand, Houjo, is that my daughter is not yours - nor will she ever be. She does not feel that way for you, and she never has, not in all the years you have chased her."

She held up a hand at his attempt to speak. "This family will never give a blessing for any relationship between you, young man, and Kagome will not wed without it. It would also not go well for you or your family if you continue to pursue her - Kagome is dating, with our blessing, Yasha, and his uncle is Taisho Sesshoumaru. You do not want to cause trouble with that family."

Houjo paled when he heard that name - that lout was from the Taisho family? His shoulders slumped when he realized just what he was up against... there was no way his family could compete with the clout of the Taisho family.

"I see. So the power of that fool's family persuaded yours to accept him. Tell me, did you force Kagome to date him against her will?" he asked bitterly.

Aiko stepped back and eyed him narrowly, angry at his insinuations, but understanding that the girl he had obsessed over for so many years being placed finally out of his reach had made him react so - she would forget his words.

"His family has nothing to do with it. They were mentioned for your own sake - so that you would not cause yourself and your family any unnecessary grief over a girl you cannot have anyway. Kagome accepted Yasha because she wanted to, it's as simple as that, and we, as her family, support her choice. No more need be said."

He bowed slightly, and turned and walked out of the room with no further words; what could he say to her? Kagome was a very traditional girl - and without her family's blessing, there would never be anything there, even were she willing on her own.

Eri was waiting outside the room everyone was in as Aiko came back, and she didn't seem to be surprised to not see Houjo with her. But she had to ask.

"He left?"

Aiko nodded. "Yes. When he realized that the family would never bless a relationship with him, and that Kagome was already seeing someone that we do approve of, he bowed out."

Eri shrugged - nothing more needed to be said. Family was everything, and Houjo... was not. It was as simple as that.

Just as the two walked back into the room, the door opened behind them, and a white-coated doctor walked in, seemingly surprised at the large group in the waiting room. Looking around, he quickly caught sight of Aiko, and bowed his head to her.

"Higurashi-san, if you would please follow me?"

Heart in her throat, she nodded and turned back towards the door as the entire room fell silent, with a sigh, she braced herself for whatever she was about to hear.

As soon as the door shut behind her, the doctor turned to face her. "I'm Doctor Akida, and I will be overseeing your daughter's care. She is still in a coma - we do not know when, or if, she will come out of it," he sighed. "She has two broken ribs, and a fractured arm, along with the head injuries that caused the coma. Beyond that, she is fine - we ran a very comprehensive battery of tests to make sure."

Aiko breathed out sharply. "So... she is in no danger of dying at this point?" she asked.

"No. But... because of the head trauma, we cannot say for certain what will happen. Hopefully, she will wake in the next few days, but there are no guarantees, you understand. Her chances are good... but..." he trailed off, and she nodded, understanding his words.

"When can we see her?" she asked softly.

"She is being moved into a room on the third floor in ICU - she can have one visitor at a time for five minutes, but they probably will not allow any visitors for a bit until she is settled in."

Aiko rubbed a hand over tired eyes, then sent the doctor a small smile. "Thank you for your time, Doctor. I suppose I should go back in and let everyone know what's going on. Then I will head up to the third floor to wait."

Doctor Akida nodded solemnly, and once more bowed his head to her. "You are welcome, Higurashi-san. I will see you again, I am sure." With that, he departed, and Aiko let herself slump against the wall for just a moment, her weariness catching up with her.

After several seconds, she stood up and straightened her shoulders, then opened the door and walked back in to face everyone with the news.

---cCc---

Kagome's head hurt, and she couldn't remember where she was, or what she was doing - everything seemed distant, and she felt dazed and confused, trapped in a white mist where nothing seemed real.

What the hell happened to me? I was going somewhere, with someone, flashes of memories - three girls and herself, and then... I don't remember anything, until now.

Feeling tired, in pain, and just plain irritated, she looked around at the featureless mists, and gingerly sat down, too weary to try to move, or figure anything out. At this point, she was ready to lay down and sleep right here.

Until a particularly hated voice piped up, and suddenly, she was ready to kill.

Not moving, teeth gritted and anger clear in her face and stiff posture, Kagome waited for those mocking tones to fall silent, then lit into her.

"Kikyou... what the hell are you doing here - and where the hell is here, anyway? Can't I have any peace from you?"

The elder miko stepped out from the concealing mists, standing right in front of Kagome in her traditional outfit, and slowly shook her head at the girl still stubbornly sitting before her.

"This place is one of the consequences of Akina's hatred of you. Your entrapment here is the consequence of your hatred of me - and here you will remain until you can get past it."

Kagome stared at her past self, stunned.

What?

---cCc---

A/N: Wow! Another chapter one day after the last! It just had to be written, and the bunnies were biting, so I went along with it, and obediently typed what the bunnies told me to.

Enjoy!

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