InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Kagome ❯ Finding Kagome - Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

 

 

 

 

 

FINDING KAGOME

 

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

 

The driveway seemed to go on for miles, winding up the hillside just west of the Goldengate Bridge. That had been one of the few points of interest the jackass had pointed out that he could actually see in the dark, the night before as they were driving through the city on their way to find Koga. That and a configuration of lights that were up this very hill. He called it Point Diablo... The Devils Point. This amused Inuyasha. He flexed his injured arm, turning it over to inspect the damage. Sesshoumaru was right, he really should have a healer look it, it was starting to smell funny.

 

Finally the car approached a set of gates that appeared to be iron, with a small building attached. A man in the building came out to the car, and spoke to the driver, then went back into the building and the gates opened. This fascinated Inuyasha. He looked at the demon sitting across from him, noting that he looked about as tired the hanyou felt. The car pulled around a wide circular driveway, and stopped. The driver exited, and then opened both of the doors for them.

 

“Welcome home, Inuyasha,” announced his brother, as he limped up a set of stairs, that ran half the length of the building, centered and leading to an enormous doorway.

 

“This place is huge!” Observed the hanyou, slack jawed.. A rush of activity upon the two entering the doors... gasps and salutations... someone took his bag, and he tried to grab it back... his hat was removed for him, again he tried to get it back... it was sensory overload, at it's best.

 

“Halfbreed...” called his brother, to a collective gasp of disapproval from the staff nearby, which was quashed with a glare from the demon lord. “This way.” Inuyasha had a dazed look about him. He signaled to one of the servants, motioning to his brother.

 

A small human hand touched Inuyasha on his arm, and he looked down to see the gentle smile of a woman in her middle years. “Lord Inuyasha, please come this way... you must see the healer now,” and he followed her in a stunned silence, to join Sesshoumaru.

 

The healer was a great bear-youkai, with an amazingly gentle touch. Sesshoumaru's leg was tended to first, and the healer, after cleaning it, instructed him to go bathe, and then it would be wrapped properly. Someone actually ordered the jackass to do something, and he does it, Inuyasha mused. Then it was his turn, and the bear frowned while inspecting his arm. He didn't like that frown. It meant that something was really bad, if healer frowned like that.

 

“Disease is not uncommon in the wild,” he was saying something, and Inuyasha knew it should make sense to him, but it didn't. The one that bit him had a disease? Was that it? He cast about the room confused, the jackass was gone. Where did he go? He looked up at the bear vacantly just before he swooned and everything blurred and then went black.

 

And time passed, and the world was a dark place.

 

 

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The bees kept stinging him. They had to be Naraku's pets, stinging then gone before he could react. And it was cold, so very cold... where was Kagome? He had to find her... had she gone back through the well? Had he angered her again? No... wait... Naraku had Kagome... that bastard would pay, how dare he steal away his mate. Miroku, no!! The tear in his hand... he watched him pull the protective rosary away with a sadness in his eyes, to pull the insects off of Songo... then the explosion. And Miroku was no more... No, Songo... Don't jump! The broken slayer at the foot of the cliff... Damn the Jewel... Damn it to the infinity of all the hells!! Must find Kagome... must protect Kagome... where has she gone? Running... running through the trees... wolves... the wolves had Kagome...

 

 

“YOU CAN'T HAVE HER, SHE IS MINE!!”

 

 

 

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Sesshoumaru paced in the hallway, waiting for the healer to come out of the room. For three days now he had waited listening to the frantic sounds of his brother fighting off the poisons in his blood. He would wait no more. Pushing his way through the door and into the room, he found the hanyou surrounded by his people, faces etched with concern.

 

“My Lord, you should not be here. Let us handle him. He is delirious, he thinks he's in Feudal Japan,” the great bear was beside himself.

 

“This Sesshoumaru will not stand idly by while his brother goes through this torment! Is there nothing more you can do?” he went up to the bedside, where three strong young men were holding his brother down as he writhed on the bed.

 

“We have given him as much of the antivenin as we can, any more could kill him...” at this Sesshoumaru growled at the healer. Seating himself on the edge of the bed, he motioned to the men holding Inuyasha, and they adjusted giving him room to reach up and run his hand along the hanyou's face and shoulder. He smoothed his hair, and freshened the cloth on his brow. The reaction was immediate, and he calmed.

 

“Get out,” he quietly ordered the four of them. The healer was reluctant to go, and hesitated by the door.

 

“My Lord,” he started.

 

“I know,” he answered without hearing the rest. “I didn't wait all this time, and bring him this far to have fucking wolf-bite kill him,” and the great Demon Lord's eyes brimmed with tears, though his face appeared unmoved. “Now just GO!” And he heard the door shut quietly, before he broke down completely.

 

He paid no heed to the time that passed as he stayed by the hanyou's side. Nothing mattered except Inuyasha right now. He laid a cool damp towel on his brothers brow. The fever was not so high today. His mind flashed on Rin, and how he had stayed by her side when she suffered from the human childhood illnesses.

 

He felt shame, that he didn't even know if Inuyasha had experienced any of those illnesses. He had kept Tenssaiga by his side for days now, just in case. Alternately his younger brother's breathing was increasingly rapid, and then almost not there, almost as if he were holding his breath. At those times, Sesshoumaru would run his claws gently over Inuyasha's cheek, and the breath would return, first a deep sighing one, then normal for a while.

 

Then, late in the afternoon of the fourth day, the demon lord was sitting back in a chair by the bed resting his eyes, when Inuyasha began thrashing wildly, muttering the little miko's name, and suddenly shouting in a great roar, “YOU CAN'T HAVE HER, SHE'S MINE!!”

 

And then he went still.

 

The door flew open, as the healer came running into the room along with a handful of attendants. There was a rush of activity, and Sesshoumaru stepped back a pace.

 

“My Lord, did you speak with him? Was he speaking to you?” Came a concerned inquiry.

 

“No... it was another dream,” he replied.

 

The Great Bear-Youkai leaned over the hanyou, and then rose to look at his Lord. His face was beaming as he said, “the fever has finally broken... My Lord, he is out-of-the-woods, so to speak.”

 

“Then leave us, you have done well,” and again his eyes became moist. “Have some food sent, when he wakes he will be hungry.”

 

“Of course My Lord,” and the healer bowed, then herded his attendants out of the room.

 

Sesshoumaru sat on the edge of the bed, watching his brother's rapid eye movement for a few moments, then reached up with his clawed hand to brush the errant tresses from his face. A tear slid down his cheek, and all he could feel was gratitude. He had no deity other than himself to pay this thanks to, so he settled on the fates.

 

“Oi jackass,” the words were weak, and low...nearly inaudible. “Who died? You look like you are on your way to a burial...”

 

“Not today, little brother...” and he laughed and wiped the tear from his cheek. “You gave us all a scare.”

 

“That's a new one... me scare you,” he tried to raise himself, but was unsuccessful, “uhng.”

 

“Food is on the way, you need to eat.”

 

“I'm really getting sick and tired of this blacking out shit,” he looked around the room, as Sesshoumaru reached to help him sit up, and as Inuyasha hung onto his neck for balance, he adjusted the pillows so that his brother could sit up on the bed. “How long was I out?”

 

“Four days.”

 

“Did I turn? Kami, I didn't hurt anyone did I??”

 

“No... and no.”

 

“You were really worried about me...” the statement contained a hint of disbelief.

 

“Yes,” and another tear made it's way past the demon's stoic eyes.

 

“Oi, jackass... your face is wet,” and Inuyasha reached over to hand him a cloth from the stack by the bed. “Maybe you should see the healer about that, it's gotta be a symptom of something...”

 

“Don't concern yourself with the emotional state of this Sesshoumaru, halfbreed,” and he wiped at his eyes, just as a soft knock came from the door, and a staff member pushed in a cart full of assorted edibles.

 

“My Lords, if I may recommend the soup this evening. I have heard it is just what the doctor ordered,” and he smiled with a bow before leaving.

 

 

 

 

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