InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dashed Hopes ❯ At The Hospital ( Chapter 7 )

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Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha (which I DON’T) I would have read all of the manga (which I haven’t) and know what would be going on! I still don’t know any of the characters like Ayame, or Bankotsu, isn’t that sad?

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Dashed Hopes

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--- Last Chapter ---

Probably something that had to do with her situation with Shippou, he could relate to that.

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Chapter 7: At the Hospital

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“Kagome, I’ve been told your situation.” Sesshoumaru didn’t even look up from his desk as though he was still deep in his work.

Kagome jumped a little. She had thought her boss had called her up there for the Belgium project. “Heh,” she had no idea what to say to that.

Now Sesshoumaru looked up to the ebony haired woman. He definitely wasn’t used to his ‘spunky’ secretary at a loss for words.

Kagome nodded quickly to him when he looked up to show she was still listening, which was all she could do since it seemed her throat was stuck.

A barely audible sigh escaped the elder Youkai’s lips. “It would be a pleasure to help you out. At least we might be able to get some work done at home, since my brother seems to leave his brain at work every evening.”

Of course, he left out his thoughts on whether Inuyasha even had a brain.

Kagome nodded and said quietly, “Thank you, sir.” She bowed a small bow quickly before backing out the door.

Sesshoumaru went right back to work.

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“Did you have to tell him?!” Kagome shouted, outraged in Inuyasha’s office.

Inuyasha was pushed back in his chair, slightly afraid. ‘Man she’s scary when she’s mad!’

Kagome started pacing the maroon carpet deep in thought like a caged tiger. All the while screaming, “Damn it Inuyasha! I worked hard for your brother to see me as a good worker, to respect my decisions. Shit! You just had to go and tell him my past so that he thinks I’m nothing but a scared animal that needs sheltering!”

Kagome whipped around to glare at the young man just in time to see him sigh in relief. “This is about Sesshoumaru’s respect?” he questioned.

“Hell yeah!”

Inuyasha chuckled low, but it was not a happy laugh. “Sesshoumaru doesn’t respect anyone. He feels that he is the only one who can do the job right, he holds respect for no-one. Especially not his employee!”

Kagome stared incredulously. It really upset her to hear that. Kagome worked hard for her job, she cared deeply about it and did her best. It bothered her to think that the boss she had come to respect for his quick decisions in the office would never respect her.

“Do I really now?” a cool voice asked from the door.

Inuyasha jumped slightly. “Shit, Sesshoumaru! Think you could knock every once in awhile?”

“Dear brother,” he stated the ‘dear’ rather heavily, “I can do anything I please.”

Inuyasha scowled, he did not like that answer.

“Hello Mr. Youkai,” Kagome said quietly while fidgeting with knee-length black skirt.

Sesshoumaru kept his eyes on his brother. “Inuyasha, I need to leave to go to a business meeting in Kyoto, please take care to show Kagome around OUR house,” he drawled coldly.

Inuyasha’s lip twitch. Oh how he wanted to let loose a string of profanities at that.

Sesshoumaru turned on his heel and quickly left the office with a barely noticeable nod to the woman.

Kagome watched him leave with a small triumphant smile on her lips. Maybe she was respected for what she did around here after all...

Maybe not.

“Besides, Kagome, what would Sesshoumaru think if I suddenly told him our young female secretary was moving into the same house as us?” Inuyasha’s calm voice reached her ears.

Kagome’s smile dropped and she turned slowly back to the lavender eyed man, all the while her mind trying to figure out what he meant by that.

Inuyasha had a teasing grin on as he looked at the flustered woman. His black hair hanging behind his shoulders, he looked up at her innocently.

“WHAT?!” Kagome finally roared, losing control and twitching madly in anger, before stomping out of the office to go work at the desk in the welcoming room of Sesshoumaru’s floor.

Inuyasha burst out laughing as soon as the elevator doors closed. “That was way too easy!” he gasped while slamming a palm on his wooden desk.

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Kagome fumed in the elevator with her arms crossed over her chest. ‘That jackass, dumbass, jerk, bastard, asshole,’ she went on listing in her head. With a ding the doors opened and she wandered off to sit in front of her second desk.

“Hey Kagome!” called a cheerful woman as the second elevator opened up a few minutes later.

Kagome smiled at the sight of one of her new friends. “Hey Ayame!”

Ayame walked forward to lay a envelope in front of her coworker. “This goes to Sesshoumaru Youkai, please?”

Kagome giggled, “What is it with you and not giving it to him yourself?”

Ayame blanched at the idea. “But he’s SESSHOUMARU!”

Kagome smirked, “Well, duh!” Rolling her blue eyes, the woman stood up and tapped on Sesshoumaru’s door. “Oh wait a minute! Sorry Ayame, but Mr. Youkai is out on a business trip to Kyoto!” she mumbled as she turned back.

Ayame shrugged, “I did my job and delivered it on time. Just because he wasn’t here to receive it doesn’t mean I can get my ass fired!”

Kagome mirrored her shrug.

“Hey! Want to go get some lunch?”

Kagome beamed at the idea, “Yeah sure!”

“Shouldn’t you go ask Inuyasha if you can go take your lunch break?” Ayame asked. The coworkers called their two top bosses by their first names behind their back to tell them apart.

“No way!” Kagome spat. “It’s lunch time and I get an hour off for that everyday! He can do his own filing, I’m leaving!” The ebony haired woman marched to the evlevator and jabbed the down botten. The red head quickly followed, barely containing her laughter.

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“Where is that woman?” Inuyasha yelled. “Kami! It was just a joke, she didn’t have to disappear because of it.”

Inuyasha stomped back and forth while growling to himself. Standing at the window with his arms behind his back, the black haired man finally found her.

“Shit!” he silently cursed watching her speed off in a red convertible.

He had extremely good eyesight, plus he just had a feeling it was her.

“And I promised Sango I wouldn’t let her out of my eyesight!”

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“Oh shoot!” Ayame said suddenly, snapping her fingers.

“What?” Kagome stopped mid-giggle at the serious look on her friend.

“I hope you don’t mind but I have to visit my grandpa in the hospital!’ Ayame apologized quickly.

Kagome shrugged indifferently. She didn’t mind. In fact, she missed her Jiisan too.

Ayame smiled, “Thanks,” she gushed.

Kagome grinned back. They quickly threw away their WacDonalds wrappers and stood to go.

Something about a greasy cheeseburger always cheered Kagome up.

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“A bouquet of daisies, please?” Ayame told the old woman manning the flower stand on the ground floor of the hospital. She retrieved her flowers and led the way to the forth floor. “Grandpa broke his hip while sweeping a week ago. His bones are so fragile that the hospital refused to allow him to leave till it was healed.”

Kagome nodded even though she was behind the red haired woman.

She hated hospitals.

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A Year Ago

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“Twenty year old female, critical condition,” a male nurse called out as he rolled the patient in. The ambulance’s lights were still bright outside. “Four fractured ribs, large blow to the back of the head, heavy concussion!” he carried on to the nurses and doctors now surrounding the ebony haired woman.

Her heavy stormy-blue eyes opened slightly to watch the commotion. Bright lights and white walls rushed by. Breathing with the oxygen mask wasn’t as easy as it looked and she had to concentrate hard to receive the forced oxygen.

“What’s her blood type?” the main doctor shouted as they came closer to their destination: the operating room.

“O positive.” A calm voice said.

Kagome winced at the sound of his voice.

The doctor nodded to the young man and then told him he’d have to stay outside the room.

The man with wavy black hair nodded and watched as they worked on his girlfriend.

By the end of the hour, Kagome Higurashi was hooked up to several machines to help her breathe, an IV, and many other things. She had had to have a blood transfusion for all the blood she had lost after the attack. Her right wrist and left ankle were each encased in a cast. They had snapped during the fall down the stairs.

Naraku sat next to her on a stool beside her bed. He reached out to hold her fragile hand in his large, callused one.

“It will never happen again,” he soothed his love into a deep sleep. “Never, never again.”

Kagome looked up at him with love filled eyes before drifting off, and believed him.

‘Never again,’ she whispered in her head.

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Kagome shivered at the memory.

That had been the first time he had beat her.

But it was most definitely not the last.

She silently tallied in her head. Three broken bones, five cracked ribs, a black eye, several bruises and gashes, and even more. She was lucky for a hit to the head with a baseball bat and a fall down a large flight of stairs. ‘Yes, lucky,’ she whispered in her head.

It had been Souta’s baseball bat, his tough wooden one that Naraku had bought him when he went out for little league. Souta and Shippou had been out, playing in the yard, when it happened. But they knew what actually went on when they hoisted the young woman into the ambulance.

Naraku’s hate filled eyes and worried expression said it all.

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Kagome trudged after her green eyed friend, lost in thought. That is, until she felt a sudden jolt to her heart and mind.

She stopped in her tracks.

Her woman’s intuition told her that she needed to get into the room on her left. Slowly turning, she walked over to the white door and looked through the small glass window.

Ayame watched as her friend’s eyes widened in shock.

Kagome grabbed the door handle and yanked hard and rushed over to the patient’s bed. Falling to her knees, the blue eyed woman grabbed the limp hand and tears welled up in her eyes. The young man in the bed slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the ebony haired female sitting next to him on the ground.

“Kagome?” Ayame asked tentatively reaching out to her friend.

The handsome young man’s eyes widened a slight bit, “Kagome?” he gasped.

Kagome helped him sit up and then watched him with worried eyes. “Yes, it’s me Kouga. It’s really me,” she whispered gently, as if any loud talking would hurt him further.

Kouga lifted her hand and rubbed it against his cheek as if to make sure she was really there. Sighing Kouga broke the news; “He’s here, Kagome. He’s in Tokyo.”

Kagome smiled, “A bit late for that Kouga. He already found me.”

Kouga winced at her words, and anger filled his ice blue orbs. “Did he touch you?” he spat out, disgusted with each word.

Kagome shook her head. “I didn’t see him. He talked to Souta and Shippou.”

Kouga got even angrier, if that was possible. “Did he touch them?” Kouga loved Souta like a little brother.

“No, he never has,” Kagome said quietly.

Kouga nodded, relieved. “Good.”

Kagome asked timidly, “Did he...?”

Kouga nodded. “I was here to check up on you. To tell you I covered all of your tracks back home, but he found me first.” Kagome nodded. “He’s strong. Damn he’s strong. Kagome, how could you go through that? I barely lived.” Kouga asked incredulous.

Kagome shrugged, “He wanted to keep me alive.”

Kouga nodded and decided not to tell her the bit about Naraku stating she loved him and that he cared.

Delusional bastard.

Kagome nodded again. “Go to sleep Kouga. Rest. He won’t be able to get to you in the hospital. I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll be back to check on you whenever I can. Thank you for your help and stop worrying about it.”

Kouga nodded and slowly drifted off into sleep.

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Kagome walked side by side with Ayame to her grandfather’s room. They stayed silent. Ayame took it as a silent promise not to speak of what went on back there. Just as Ayame was about to turn the handle to go in, Kagome stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Someday, I’ll tell you everything. I swear. It’s just not a good idea to right now,” the blue orbed female stated calmly.

The green eyed one nodded and put on a bright smile for her awaiting grandfather.

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Inuyasha stalked into the hospital running a hand through his ebony locks. ‘Damn it, where the hell is she?’

“Kagome!” he shouted in surprise when the woman he was looking for stepped off of the elevator floor.

Naturally he ignored the hushing nurses.

Kagome looked away and up to see the stern looking man in front of her.

“You disappeared!” he accused.

“I did not! I was with Ayame the whole time!”

“That’s not all that much better,” he growled looking at the red head. Ayame just shrugged, he had no reason to fire her just for taking out her friend.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome said slowly.

He glared at her as an answer. “What,” he barked when she didn't go on.

Kagome sighed, “Let’s just get out of here. I hate hospitals,” she muttered.

Inuyasha and Ayame did not question and just followed her out of the revolving glass doors.

“I was just on my lunch break,” Kagome yelled at the young man, her anger at him back once they had left the depressing building.

“You are supposed to report to me when you take your lunch break!”

Kagome and Ayame glanced at each other and giggled.

“Sounds like you were worried about Kagome,” the green eyed woman stated slyly.

“What?”

Kagome burst out laughing at Inuyasha’s crimson cheeks. “Ayame! Look! You embarrassed the poor guy.” Ayame walked off to find her red car on the side of the street still laughing at her boss’ discomfort. Kagome paused mid-giggle and sighed. Following after her chuckling friend she muttered, “He was probably just worried about Sango getting upset, not me.”

Inuyasha heard, and he had the strangest feeling of wanting to correct the depressed girl, but he squashed the urge immediately. ‘Let her believe what she wants,’ he shrugged walking to his car to follow the two women back to work.

Climbing into his silver convertible, he silently wondered which Kagome was the real one. The person she was before all her problems began. She had so many mood swings, he couldn’t figure out which was the most likely.

The cheerful, loving Kagome. The angry, spiteful Kagome. The sad, depressed Kagome. Or even the scared, terror ridden Kagome.

But his thoughts quickly went out the window as he began to drive.

He was in a very Sesshoumaru mood.

‘Why should I care?’

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A/N: A little more of Kagome’s past was revealed!

Notice I haven’t mentioned why Kagome finally left?

Don’t worry, that will be coming up, just maybe not anytime soon.

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