InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chemical Romance ❯ Monk in a trunk ( Chapter 11 )

Ritalin_writer: Thanks so much for the reviews guys! And I apologize for the late chapter I've had a stream of bad events and it's taken a bit for me to get back on my feet.

 

Demongirl-Setsuna: *pats Ritalin* Just like those mistranslated words from Yu Yu Hakusho “You ok? Be happy.”

 

Ritalin writer: *punches Setsuna*

 

~~~Last time~~~

Not that she wanted pity. But feelings were something that made you sincere most of the time and he was putting up a mask to their grief seemed rude and inconsiderate.

 

The night hours droned on, the seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours, hours seemed like days until one can only wish that they could sleep and just forget everything even if only for a little while. She didn't want this to happen to her family. This wasn't supposed to be the way it had turned out and she couldn't help but think it was all her fault…

~~~Now~~~

 

Just like any devoted family, Kagome and her mother waited tirelessly in the waiting room. The clock had already past midnight when a nurse had brought them a blanket and pillows to rest on. Though Kagome's mother had no problem getting to sleep Kagome found it nearly impossible to even close her eyes as she remembered how Souta had been and would never be again.

 

Sighing heavily she pushed off the less than comfortable seat, the position she'd been laying in wasn't very comfy either and she had a worst kink in her neck as she got up to get some fresh air. The lobby even at that hour still had people in it, waiting to be seen or waiting to be checked out so they could go back to their day to day lives…

 

That's all it was for some people. One day after another with very little changes to alter their decisions and they lived in almost mindless bliss that it made her boil.

 

These people probably didn't have demons following their every move and wrecking their homes and eating their cats…Well her cat hadn't been eaten but she'd bet he would have been if he hadn't gotten out.

 

As she paced around the unusually clean floors she stopped as she saw two people fast asleep on the couches. One wearing a business suit and his hair was mangled as if he hadn't had time to brush it that evening. The other was a woman who must have hastily changed out of some clothes and hadn't bothered to color coordinate them. But as she got a closer look at the two she realized that it was Sango and Hojo, slumped up against one another.

 

And then she noticed the next figure that was with them. Though the boy's back was to her she knew who it was as she recognized the other slumbering figures. Kohaku, Sango's younger brother was asleep in his own chair, a bouquet of white roses or some sort of pale colored flower resting in his lap and drooping because of the heat.

 

With a slight smile on her face the raven haired woman walked up to the three sleeping figures, grateful that they cared so much to brave the night in the lobby for their sake. Or at least that was what she believed.

 

Resting a tentative hand on Hojo's shoulder first the man jolted awake, lethargic and weary with worry as soon as his eyes met hers he was launched from his seat and crushing her in a bear hug.

 

With his abrupt movements had nearly unseated Sango who woke up immediately, in just enough time to clasp her hands on the arms of the chair and hold herself at frantic attention.

 

“Kagome are you alright!? Is your brother ok? Is your mom alright? Are you hurt?” he torrent of questions were coming so quickly Kagome couldn't respond to them properly and mainly because they were more a jumble of words to her tired, exhausted mind.

 

Not even bothering to comprehend her boss she turned to her best friend who had already gotten up to take hold of her.

 

“Kagome are you ok? I was so worried and when the doctor said we couldn't go in…” she trailed off as she neared tears and Kagome, even without seeing, knew her friend had been ready to do something drastic to get to her. That was how Sango was, a fierce fighter and an even fiercer friend.

 

“Sango I'm alright, really. It's not me you should be worrying about.” She said and even as she tried to keep her tone light the sullen and solemn factor that her brother would now be labeled `disabled' was prominent.

 

As if detecting the woe in her voice, even as she attempted to shield it, Sango pulled away. Staring deeply into her friends tired eyes she asked “How's Souta?”

 

At that Kagome tensed and lowered her head a bit, the dejection in her posture alone spoke of the turmoil and Sango's arms wrapped tightly around her in a comforting manner. The all too familiar burning sensation behind her eyes made he want so badly to turn back time and make this entire thing end.

 

She just didn't know how far back she'd have to go.

 

“He had to have his leg amputated. Oh, Sango my brothers disabled and it's all my fault!” she began to wail into the woman's shoulder, her chest heaving with the effort to refrain from crying as well as to keep enough oxygen in her lungs. But regardless of how much self restraint you have, some emotions cannot be contained. A new wave of tears had swept across her face, dampening Sango's sleeve but neither women moved from their embrace.

 

Wallowing in her own guilt she felt her world slowly crumbling away. Piece by delicately placed piece it fell into oblivion and beyond repair.

 

Hojo at least had the decency to allow the two women their moment, standing rigidly in the background with Kohaku, waiting patiently to be allowed in. When he believed it to be safe to reenter their conversation he placed a hand lightly on Kagome's shoulder, she tensed momentarily but relaxed a bit afterwards.

 

“Can we go in and see them now?” Kohaku asked looking to the adults, motioning towards the double doors insistently, clutching the flowers in his hands. At 18 he now stood at Kagome's level and he had still a year or so left to grow according to what Sango had told her.

 

With that Kagome pulled back, Hojo placed he other hand on her other shoulder and Kagome was silently grateful for such good friends.

 

She nodded as she wiped tears away, “Of course sorry to keep you waiting, though I don't think Souta will appreciate the flowers you brought.” She said pointedly and the reaction she received from the boy was puzzling.

 

He looked down shyly at the bouquet and his cheeks were slightly tinted pink. “Uh….There not for Souta…They're for my girlfriend…” he said lowly eyes watching his feet as he pocketed his right hand.

 

Kagome was very much surprised at the fact that his girlfriend was in the hospital. Come to think of it she never even knew that he had a girlfriend.

 

“Rin was hurt and one of the emergency numbers that were contacted after the accident was ours.”

 

Kagome's eyes widened comically as she put it all together. Kohaku was very flustered unable to look any of them in the eye, especially Sango who looked as dumbstruck as her friend.

 

“Kohaku, you never told me you had a girlfriend…”

 

“You never asked.” He said elusively as he walked past them towards the front desk.

 

Kagome giggled at his reaction, remembering her own first crush and how she had acted just about the same way. “Come on I still want to see how Souta is and your mother.” Hojo said leading Kagome towards the desk.

 

However the registration still declined their entrance because Kagome's mother had restricted it. With an exasperated sigh Kagome took the elevator to fetch her mother and have the restriction removed.

 

She found her mother sitting patiently in a daze, Kagome felt her heart clench at the sight of her mother's depression. Her mother was such a happy, zealous woman that seeing her dejected and defeated made her feel completely useless and crestfallen as if she couldn't do anything either.

 

“Mom?”

 

The woman jolted, looking wearily towards her daughter with an expression that seemed to look right through her.

 

“Sango, Hojo and Kohaku are here, they'd like to come and see you and Souta.” She said hesitantly, usually she could predict how her mother would respond. But this was usually so she was apprehensive.

 

“Of course, they're like family too, how careless of me.” Getting woozily to her feet she walked past. “Stay here and watch Souta for me alright?” she asked just before disappearing towards the elevators.

 

With little else to do Kagome walked back down the hall towards her brother's room, expecting him to still be unconscious. The doctors had done all they could so she wasn't expecting anyone in the room.

 

She was right, Souta was indeed asleep, but he wasn't alone anymore. And she was pretty sure the doctors didn't wear crimson colored uniforms.

 

Opening the door the white haired hanyou jumped, looking just about ready to leap out the window he had evidently come through.

 

“uh…Kagome, hey.” He said eyes averted slightly. He hadn't bother to change out of his previous clothing which meant there was a slowly forming puddle on the disinfected floor at the dog demons feet.

 

His silver hair plastered to his face and back and his clothing was soaked to the point it was nearly melded with his skin. His cheeks were flushed with cold, pink and even though she had no way to prove it other than his unexpected visit she had a feeling he was worried about them.

 

“I just came by to make sure…” he didn't even get to continue his sentence as she came forward and hugged him.

 

Thoroughly surprised at her reaction to his presence he stood there for a minute before relaxing into the embrace. He felt the warmth radiating from her, touching his skin ever so gently and brushing its comforting caress through him. He shivered and couldn't decide if it was from their nearness or from being cold. As if it triggered a memory, buried beneath the ashes of time he recalled an event similar to this.

 

Standing with Kikyo, just like this…The night of her death, the night he lost her…

 

As if motivated by impulse alone he tightened their embrace, crushing her full against him and gaining a slightly startled gasp from her. “I won't lose you.” He repeated the words he had said to the woman he wanted so badly but fate had cheated him of it.

 

Feeling oddly warm in this embrace with a wet demon she forced herself not to get comfortable, the girly, high school girl was trying to win over the logical part of herself and reminding her that her mother, best friend and her brother along with her boss would be there shortly. And for her to be standing here with a silver haired dog demon in the hospital might be a little too much attention that she didn't want.

 

Sighing reluctantly she pried herself out of his arms and even though for a brief moment his grip tightened he seemed to register her need for space and removed the boundaries he'd placed around her.

 

Cheeks tinted a bit but nothing too obvious.

 

“Inuyasha, thanks for worry about us.” She said the gratefulness she felt could not be measured in words. He simply nodded, before turning his attention to the door ears perked and suddenly twitching.

 

“I guess I should go.” He said simply turning towards his escape route and clambering over the sill before disappearing. “See you later Kagome!” he hollered back as he stood on the top of a building parallel to her own. With a smile she waved out the window at him.

 

“Kagome what are you doing?”

 

Kagome felt her stomach lurch and she could have sworn she nearly slipped and fell out the window at Sango's voice.

 

She turned in such a hasty fashion that you'd have to be blind not to notice something was up. “Eh, nothing I just though it would be nice for a little fresh air.” She covered wishing she could have come up with a better lie but seeing as she wasn't going to make a habit of it she didn't try harder.

 

Accepting the answer even though knowing something strange was happening, Sango moved to the side of Souta's bed. The boy was still unconscious of course and sleeping soundly. But when he woke up it was going to be hell when he noticed he was missing a leg.

 

 

“Poor Souta…This isn't right Kagome why you? Of all people why did it have to be you and your family?” Sango said solemnly as Kagome's mother took her seat on the other side of Souta's bed as Kagome closed the window her heart thumping wildly.

 

“It's the life we live Sango. People get hurt. Innocent or not and sometimes there's nothing we can do about it.” Even to her the words sounded oddly pessimistic and her everyone seemed to pick up on it.

 

Minutes passed and Kohaku entered the room looking relieved, as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders only to have that feeling return as he saw Souta's condition. The boy actually looked on the verge of tears for his playmate. The two had grown up together because of their sisters close relationship.

 

By the end of their visit everyone was worry worn and emotional tired, there were no words for their physical discomfort. Sango graciously offered to let them stay at her place and Hojo offered to drive since it was after all his car. Kagome agreed to go to Sango's but opted to take her mothers car instead. She didn't need to lose any more family members.

 

Surprisingly, she was able to keep relatively good control of her car and avoided collision…But she knew by tomorrow morning she'd end up rear ending a U haul truck or something…

 

Hojo dropped them off and Kagome parked the car with only a slight setback which was going over the curb at an awkward angle. She helped her mother out of the car and up the stairs, Sango leading her to the guest room. Kohaku sullenly trudged up to his room and there was a definite click sounding his mood.

 

With a sigh Kagome watched her mother enter the bathroom and the sound of running water, on occasions when she was sure Souta was at a friend's house, she would come sleep over. She went into Sango's room surprised that the brunette wasn't already in bed. She sifted through the dresser and smiled seeing that Sango hadn't changed a bit.

 

Inside the third drawer was all of Kagome's leisure clothes and sleepwear when she came over. She dug out a pair of hello kitty pajama's smiling at the fond memories before taking them and placing them on the toilet seat for her mother.

 

Exiting the bathroom and returning to Sango's room she looked around at the simply decorated room. The bed was a king so like always they would be sleeping in the same bed and comfortably.

 

She looked around the room reminiscing, the old coffee table Sango had refused to throw out was still in its natural place, serving as a night stand. However a strange lamp now took residence where the mosaic tiled one had stood. The lamp was golden brown, probably brass and had fur over the shade. The lamp itself seemed bent awkwardly and she had to tilt her head to actually dignify it as a lamp. `Probably some strange abstract lamp or something…' she concluded as she began to strip and heard just for a moment a strange gurgling sound. She had already removed her shirt and her pants were already discarded on the floor when she listened for the sound again.

 

Instead of the gurgling there was a frantic set of popping and if she wasn't mistaken she could have sworn she'd seen smoke rise from it and in pure inquisitives she proceeded to open it.

 

The contents astounded, as well as perplexed her as she reached in and snagged Buyo out of the trunk. The fat cat meowed lazily a sock hanging off his left ear and another slipped off his tail. “Huh, I wonder how you got in there?” she asked herself as she heard someone ascending the stairs.

 

“Oh, Kagome, what does Buyo like better chicken or tu-“Sango stopped mid sentence as she stared in awe at Kagome. Kagome stood there with the same look plastered on her face, though she was clutching Buyo, apparently so was Sango…

 

Sango and Kagome looked at one another, the felines in their arms were identical and there was nothing that could be used to identify which cat was which. Had someone cloned her cat!?

 

“Kagome…What'd…How'd…I can't take anymore of this…” Sango protested as she walked over to the bed and sat down, the Buyo in her arms slithered out of her arms and onto the pillows. T.B.B or in other words typical Buyo behavior.

 

However, the feline in Kagome's arms rubbed his head against her chest luxuriously, purring loudly in contentment. He then leapt nimbly from her arms and onto Sango's lap, stretching leisurely and nuzzling her breast blatantly so.

 

Sango half heartedly picked up this second Buyo and placed him next to the first, but this one was relentless. Instead of curling up he pounced paws extended as he skidded on his belly across the bed until his paws touched the denim of her jeans and pricked her with his claws.

 

Leaping up Sango grabbed the clone by the scruff growling agitatedly before sighing, no reason getting angry with a cat. That cat would win either way…

 

“I'm tired I'm going to bed.” She said lazily and literally threw the cat over her shoulder.

 

Kagome gasped as Buyo hit the floor, rump in the air and tail draped over his head a very uncomfortable position from her angle.

 

“Sango! How could you do that to him!” she hissed as she moved over to the cat's side just as it issued a burst of smoke.

 

“Yes, how could you treat a gust so horribly?”

 

The masculine voice that sounded obviously didn't belong to either of the females and even though Kohaku had already hit puberty his voice wasn't THAT deep.

 

Kagome chocked, gagging on the mysterious fumes and closing her eyes. Unfortunately one can only remain still for so long when they feel a mischievous hand caressing their rear.

 

A scream that would have done a banshee proud could be heard six blocks from the house…

 

Mrs. Higurashi and Kohaku were in the room immediately as they heard something hard hit something soft and then another pop. The smoke soon cleared and Kagome was seated on the ground looking at the point of hysterics as confusion rivaled with common sense. Instead of the lamp she had thought she had picked up she was holding a boy who looked around twelve upside down in her hands. He was a red head and by the quirky expression as well as the sizeable lump on his head he was now unconscious. He wore unusually baggy dark blue pants that were held around his waist by a sash. A blue bow tied a ponytail and a beige/yellow tail poked out from his pants that twitched every now and again.

 

What had once been Buyo that had touched her behind was now a very much uncomfortable, very smug looking man. His hair deep obsidian and a sly expression on his face that made it easy to interpret he liked the outcome of the entire ordeal. He had two earrings in either ear. He adorned the traditional kimono styled robes for a monk but his motives as of yet seemed anything but holy. His grin revealed pointed fangs and like the boy Kagome held, had a tail, bulkier than the twelve year old and instead it was black with light brown stripes and brown tip.

 

“Uh, hi there forgive me for the inconvenience as well as intrusion but I must -“He grunted as Sango took the vase by the window sill and smashed it over his head, the man falling unconscious immediately.

Kagome unwontedly dropped the boy on his head who grunted as well, momentarily she stared into space before growling angrily, hands finding her hair and fisting it.

 

“When will this nightmare end?!”

 

End

 

Ritalin_writer: Again sorry for the late chapter dealing with a lot of boy crap lately like Setsuna mentioned.