InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing in the Dark ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

“Wonderful,” Inuyasha moaned as he followed Sango back to the Candy-Striper’s locker room. He stripped the white shirt off, replacing it with his own, hanging the offender back in the confines of the cold locker.

“What now,” Sango asked, turning to him. She placed on hand on her hip, arching an eyebrow. “Complaining as usual?”

“No,” he snapped.

“Right.” She turned back to her locker, grabbing her coat and keys. She twirled them on her finger she walked out of the door.

“Whatever,” he muttered.

Inuyasha slammed the door to the house loudly, walking straight to the couch. There he crossed his legs on the coffee table and turned the TV on. “Seen it, seen it, seen it,” he told every channel as he passed though them.

“Inuyasha, what are you doing?” The white haired teen turned to look at the door.

“Watching TV, what does it look like,” he asked turning back to the TV.

“But you’re in my house,” Miroku protested, walking to the kitchen.

“And that makes a difference how?” Miroku sighed, rolling his eyes as a sign of defeat. Deftly he sunk in on the couch next to his friend, trying to make sense of the images that kept flying up on the screen at ever increasing speeds.

“Will you just pick something,” he finally growled, his eyes feeling like they were going to explode.

“Fine,” Inuyasha mumbled, putting the remote on the coffee table. On the screen a young woman was explaining something.

“Inuyasha?”

“What?”

“Do you realize what channel you just left it on?”

“Which one?” Miroku looked at his friend as if he had just grown another head.

“The Discovery Health Channel.”

“I did?”

“Yes.”

“Well what are they talking about?”

“Uh...” Miroku gazed at the screen before finally forfeiting, and turning the volume up.

“Myelocytic or lymphocytic leukemia can be acute or chronic, terms that refer to the patient’s life expectancy if the disease remains untreated. Acute leukemias develop rapidly, and without prompt treatment, the suppression of normal blood cell production is so severe that death occurs in a matter of weeks. In the chronic leukemias, patients may survive for several years or more without treatment because the effects of leukemic cells on the structure and function of the marrow develop more slowly and are less severe. In chronic myelocytic leukemia, for example, the leukemic cells can often complete their development and become functional blood cells. In chronic lymphocytic leukemia, the leukemic lymphocytes do not function normally, but in many cases the abnormal cells do not severely inhibit normal blood cell development,” the woman explained to a group of people.

“That’s what that girl has,” Miroku heard Inuyasha mumble.

“What girl?”

“Kagome.”

“Who?”

“The girl from the hospital.”

“You met a girl at the hospital?”

“Yeah.”

“And she’s going to die?”


“Dunno.”

“Why were you at the hospital again?”

“After School Program, me and Sango take care of some patients...”

“Sango works with you?”

“Yeah,” Inuyasha answered cautiously, tearing his attention from the TV to Miroku. “Don’t get any ideas,” he ordered as he stood up, stretching.

“Where’re you going?”

“Home.”

“Really?”
“No.”

“Where?” Inuyasha looked back at his friend, his eyebrow quirked. With a toothy grin, he was out the door.

~ ¤ ~

“Hey Kagome,” Sango’s cheerful voice filled her ears two days later. Kagome winced, trying hard not to show her fear. Sango ignored her reaction, coming in to sit on the bed beside her. “No worries,” she told her throwing an arm around the girl’s bony shoulders. “You’ll be fine, in a couple of days I’ll come by and we’ll fix your hair for you. We can take you out for Halloween and everything!” Kagome’s guts clenched. Halloween already? It couldn’t be...

“Hey girl,” the loudmouth greeted strolling into the room, late.

“Inuyasha,” Sango told him in a guarded tone.

“What?” He looked at her confused, before nodded. Before Kagome could figure out what was going on, she found herself face to face with a pair of golden eyes. “Oh yeah. You’ve got Chemo today, right?” She was so taken aback, she didn’t know if she wanted to slap him, or laugh...

“Y-Yes...”

“Well then, what are you doing here then,” he asked her with a slight ring in his voice. He pulled back, grabbed her hand, and swiftly pulled her to her feet. Completely in shock now, she couldn’t help but stand stock still as someone started pulling a brush through her now priceless, black locks. “This won’t due,” he told her, sounding more like a gay stylist than the all-star he had been a few moments before. “It’s all wrong.” This prompted a small smile from her as he gently wacked her in the head.

“I-Inuyasha,” they both heard Sango ask in shock from the bed. “Is that you?”

“Who else would it be,” a new voice asked from the door.

“What’re you doing here,” Sango snapped.

“I am here at your service Lady Sango,” the teenager bowed. Kagome giggled as the male took Sango’s hand and kissed it, before he was slapped.

“Miroku how the hell did you get this job,” she demanded.

“I didn’t! I’m here to see how he got this job!” Inuyasha glared.

“You all know each other,” Kagome asked them.

“We go to school together,” Sango answered as Miroku promptly answered, “We’re in love,” and Inuyasha merely shrugged.

“Well if I may excuse this little party,” a cold voice came from the door. Dr. Kuyako peered into the room, scowling. “Since when did you become so popular Kagome?” Kagome shrugged, not quite sure of it herself. “Never mind then, come along. We must get you prepped.” Kagome took one glance back, before walking straight into her dreaded nightmare.

~ ¤ ~

Her eyes burned. Kagome shook her head slightly, trying to hide from the light. The painful light. Apparently she had moaned, or somehow indicated her state of pain, because she could hear someone apologize, before promptly switching the lights off. She slowly squinted her eyes open, coming face to face with those infamous, golden orbs. “I-Inuyasha,” she asked surprised.

“Hey,” he told her quietly, backing off into a chair beside her bed.

“W-what are y-you doing here,” she asked, too tired to try to sit up.

“I left some stuff in your room the other day, and thought that I could come and pick it up. I didn’t realize that you were still recuperating.”

“Inu,” she asked, too tired to get out his whole name. She mentally winced, fearing that the loudmouth would berate her for using a nickname.

“Yes?”

“Y-you don’t mind m-me calling you I-Inu?”

“No, I actually kinda like it.” It was as if she could hear him smile.

“C-can I ask you a question?”

“Hm?”

“D-do I still h-have my hair?” A snort.

“Of course you do,” he told her. “Every last strand.” She smiled.

“P-please don’t l-leave me...” she whispered, holding her hand palm up beside her. She felt him grasp it lightly as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

~ ¤ ~

“Excuse me,” a soft voice called from the door. Inuyasha turned to see an older woman standing in the doorway, accompanied by an elderly man and a young boy. “Who are you?”

“Inuyasha Yoshiaki, he works here,” he heard Kagura answer sharply. “What are you doing her Yoshiaki?”

“Visiting a friend,” he answered stiffly. The woman quirked her eyebrow at him for a moment before turning back to regard the people.

“He’s fine. Actually he has been visiting with Kagome for a while now I believe. He, a Sango Miyazaki, a Miroku Shibasaburo, and Shippo Kanaka have all been visiting with your daughter.”

“Who are they,” the woman asked softly, if not nervously.

“Inuyasha and Sango are some volunteers who visit with some of our patients, give them medicine, typical things. Miroku is a friend of theirs who frequents the hospital now that his friends are usually found here. Shippo is a patient of ours, he suffers from a terminal case of Lung Cancer.”

“Is it okay for Kagome to be around them,” the women asked in the same tone.

“She’s fine,” Inuyasha answered coldly.

“Inuyasha can you please excuse us for a moment? Kagome’s family would like to spend some time with her,” Kagura stated more than asked. Inuyasha squeezed Kagome’s hand for a moment, taking the time to carefully stroke her midnight hair, before following through with the request.

“Mr. Yoshiaki,” the woman, Kagome’s mother he presumed, nodded at him. He walked by without saying a word, deciding that it would be best to just go straight home.

~ ¤ ~

Kagome awoke slowly. Her head threatened to pound, her eyes threatened to explode, her body threatened to collapse, but she fought on. Carefully she was helped to a sitting position and when she could finally make out the shapes in the room that seemed to loom over her like spirits waiting to devour her soul, she recognized her family. “Hello Kagome,” her mother smiled, gently rubbing her hand.

“Hey mama, Grandpa, Souta. How are you guys?”

“We’re fine Kagome,” her Grandpa answered her, using the same smile her mother had.

“Did you guys see anyone when you came here,” she asked, uncertain as to whether or not she really wanted to know the answer. She had asked him to stay... but would he?

“A really cool guy Kagome,” her brother answered loyally. Kagome found herself blushing... he was handsome... “Wait... did I just think that?! I’ve known him for how long again?”

“Yes... we met one of your... friends,” her mother replied carefully.

“That’s nice mom.” Inside she was beaming. She still shone, even as her mother left the thought for a safer topic.

~ ¤ ~

“Wonderful,” Inuyasha moaned as he followed Sango back to the Candy-Striper’s locker room. He stripped the white shirt off, replacing it with his own, hanging the offender back in the confines of the cold locker.

“What now,” Sango asked, turning to him. She placed on hand on her hip, arching an eyebrow. “Complaining as usual?”

“No,” he snapped.

“Right.” She turned back to her locker, grabbing her coat and keys. She twirled them on her finger she walked out of the door.

“Whatever,” he muttered.

~ ¤ ~

Inuyasha slammed the door to the house loudly, walking straight to the couch. There he crossed his legs on the coffee table and turned the TV on. “Seen it, seen it, seen it,” he told every channel as he passed though them.

“Inuyasha, what are you doing?” The white haired teen turned to look at the door.

“Watching TV, what does it look like,” he asked turning back to the TV.

“But you’re in my house,” Miroku protested, walking to the kitchen.

“And that makes a difference how?” Miroku sighed, rolling his eyes as a sign of defeat. Deftly he sunk in on the couch next to his friend, trying to make sense of the images that kept flying up on the screen at ever increasing speeds.

“Will you just pick something,” he finally growled, his eyes feeling like they were going to explode.

“Fine,” Inuyasha mumbled, putting the remote on the coffee table. On the screen a young woman was explaining something.

“Inuyasha?”

“What?”

“Do you realize what channel you just left it on?”

“Which one?” Miroku looked at his friend as if he had just grown another head.

“The Discovery Health Channel.”

“I did?”

“Yes.”

“Well what are they talking about?”

“Uh...” Miroku gazed at the screen before finally forfeiting, and turning the volume up.

“Myelocytic or lymphocytic leukemia can be acute or chronic, terms that refer to the patient’s life expectancy if the disease remains untreated. Acute leukemias develop rapidly, and without prompt treatment, the suppression of normal blood cell production is so severe that death occurs in a matter of weeks. In the chronic leukemias, patients may survive for several years or more without treatment because the effects of leukemic cells on the structure and function of the marrow develop more slowly and are less severe. In chronic myelocytic leukemia, for example, the leukemic cells can often complete their development and become functional blood cells. In chronic lymphocytic leukemia, the leukemic lymphocytes do not function normally, but in many cases the abnormal cells do not severely inhibit normal blood cell development,” the woman explained to a group of people.

“That’s what that girl has,” Miroku heard Inuyasha mumble.

“What girl?”

“Kagome.”

“Who?”

“The girl from the hospital.”

“You met a girl at the hospital?”

“Yeah.”

“And she’s going to die?”

“Dunno.”

“Why were you at the hospital again?”

“After School Program, me and Sango take care of some patients...”

“Sango works with you?”

“Yeah,” Inuyasha answered cautiously, tearing his attention from the TV to Miroku. “Don’t get any ideas,” he ordered as he stood up, stretching.

“Where’re you going?”

“Home.”

“Really?”
“No.”

“Where?” Inuyasha looked back at his friend, his eyebrow quirked. With a toothy grin, he was out the door.

~ ¤ ~

“Hey Kagome,” Sango’s cheerful voice filled her ears two days later. Kagome winced, trying hard not to show her fear. Sango ignored her reaction, coming in to sit on the bed beside her. “No worries,” she told her throwing an arm around the girl’s bony shoulders. “You’ll be fine, in a couple of days I’ll come by and we’ll fix your hair for you. We can take you out for Halloween and everything!” Kagome’s guts clenched. Halloween already? It couldn’t be...

“Hey girl,” the loudmouth greeted strolling into the room, late.

“Inuyasha,” Sango told him in a guarded tone.

“What?” He looked at her confused, before nodded. Before Kagome could figure out what was going on, she found herself face to face with a pair of golden eyes. “Oh yeah. You’ve got Chemo today, right?” She was so taken aback, she didn’t know if she wanted to slap him, or laugh...

“Y-Yes...”

“Well then, what are you doing here then,” he asked her with a slight ring in his voice. He pulled back, grabbed her hand, and swiftly pulled her to her feet. Completely in shock now, she couldn’t help but stand stock still as someone started pulling a brush through her now priceless, black locks. “This won’t due,” he told her, sounding more like a gay stylist than the all-star he had been a few moments before. “It’s all wrong.” This prompted a small smile from her as he gently wacked her in the head.

“I-Inuyasha,” they both heard Sango ask in shock from the bed. “Is that you?”

“Who else would it be,” a new voice asked from the door.

“What’re you doing here,” Sango snapped.

“I am here at your service Lady Sango,” the teenager bowed. Kagome giggled as the male took Sango’s hand and kissed it, before he was slapped.

“Miroku how the hell did you get this job,” she demanded.


“I didn’t! I’m here to see how he got this job!” Inuyasha glared.

“You all know each other,” Kagome asked them.

“We go to school together,” Sango answered as Miroku promptly answered, “We’re in love,” and Inuyasha merely shrugged.

“Well if I may excuse this little party,” a cold voice came from the door. Dr. Kuyako peered into the room, scowling. “Since when did you become so popular
Kagome?” Kagome shrugged, not quite sure of it herself. “Never mind then, come along. We must get you prepped.” Kagome took one glance back, before walking straight into her dreaded nightmare.

~ ¤ ~

Her eyes burned. Kagome shook her head slightly, trying to hide from the light. The painful light. Apparently she had moaned, or somehow indicated her state of pain, because she could hear someone apologize, before promptly switching the lights off. She slowly squinted her eyes open, coming face to face with those infamous, golden orbs. “I-Inuyasha,” she asked surprised.

“Hey,” he told her quietly, backing off into a chair beside her bed.

“W-what are y-you doing here,” she asked, too tired to try to sit up.

“I left some stuff in your room the other day, and thought that I could come and pick it up. I didn’t realize that you were still recuperating.”

“Inu,” she asked, too tired to get out his whole name. She mentally winced, fearing that the loudmouth would berate her for using a nickname.

“Yes?”

“Y-you don’t mind m-me calling you I-Inu?”

“No, I actually kinda like it.” It was as if she could hear him smile.

“C-can I ask you a question?”

“Hm?”

“D-do I still h-have my hair?” A snort.

“Of course you do,” he told her. “Every last strand.” She smiled.

“P-please don’t l-leave me...” she whispered, holding her hand palm up beside her. She felt him grasp it lightly as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

~ ¤ ~

“Excuse me,” a soft voice called from the door. Inuyasha turned to see an older woman standing in the doorway, accompanied by an elderly man and a young boy. “Who are you?”

“Inuyasha Yoshiaki, he works here,” he heard Kagura answer sharply. “What are you doing her Yoshiaki?”

“Visiting a friend,” he answered stiffly. The woman quirked her eyebrow at him for a moment before turning back to regard the people.

“He’s fine. Actually he has been visiting with Kagome for a while now I believe. He, a Sango Miyazaki, a Miroku Shibasaburo, and Shippo Kanaka have all been visiting with your daughter.”

“Who are they,” the woman asked softly, if not nervously.

“Inuyasha and Sango are some volunteers who visit with some of our patients, give them medicine, typical things. Miroku is a friend of theirs who frequents the hospital now that his friends are usually found here. Shippo is a patient of ours, he suffers from a terminal case of Lung Cancer.”

“Is it okay for Kagome to be around them,” the women asked in the same tone.

“She’s fine,” Inuyasha answered coldly.

“Inuyasha can you please excuse us for a moment? Kagome’s family would like to spend some time with her,” Kagura stated more than asked. Inuyasha squeezed Kagome’s hand for a moment, taking the time to carefully stroke her midnight hair, before following through with the request.

“Mr. Yoshiaki,” the woman, Kagome’s mother he presumed, nodded at him. He walked by without saying a word, deciding that it would be best to just go straight home.

~ ¤ ~

Kagome awoke slowly. Her head threatened to pound, her eyes threatened to explode, her body threatened to collapse, but she fought on. Carefully she was helped to a sitting position and when she could finally make out the shapes in the room that seemed to loom over her like spirits waiting to devour her soul, she recognized her family. “Hello Kagome,” her mother smiled, gently rubbing her hand.

“Hey mama, Grandpa, Souta. How are you guys?”

“We’re fine Kagome,” her Grandpa answered her, using the same smile her mother had.

“Did you guys see anyone when you came here,” she asked, uncertain as to whether or not she really wanted to know the answer. She had asked him to stay... but would he?

“A really cool guy Kagome,” her brother answered loyally. Kagome found herself blushing... he was handsome... “Wait... did I just think that?! I’ve known him for how long again?”

“Yes... we met one of your... friends,” her mother replied carefully.

“That’s nice mom.” Inside she was beaming. She still shone, even as her mother left the thought for a safer topic.

~ ¤ ~