InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever a Shadow ❯ 7 ( Chapter 7 )

7.Broken Bodies & Broken Hearts

 

 

 

Kari was unaware of her father's silent tears, as Inuyasha wept thinking of his Karibug. She was cut from the same cloth as her father, shining in the martial arts, and swordplay even at the young age of five; it seemed to her instructors that the child had been born with a kitana fused to her hand. The twins were night and day, but Kari had been blessed with the even temper of Kikyo, even though when pushed to anger the quarter youkai blood that flowed in those veins would show through with a great explosion of emotion.

 

 

 

Inuyasha was so wrapped in his own self-pity, he never even noticed Miroku enter Kari's hospital room. Only when his best friend touching his shoulder did the broken hanyou stir. Raising his head Inuyasha met the saddened brown eyes of Miroku.

 

 

“Hey.” Miroku squatted down to the side of Inuyasha. “How's our little Karibug doing?”

 

 

“I don't know, she hasn't woken up, but she knows I'm here. She's my pup, she can sense my presence, even if she's asleep.” Inuyasha ran a shaking hand through his messed silver hair, his ears drooping under the weight of what had happened all because of him. “I never wished for this to happen Miroku.”

 

 

“Of course not, you love your family.” Miroku stood putting a reassuring hand on Inuyasha's shoulder. “No one doubts that you love them Inuyasha.”

 

 

“Speak for yourself.” Sango hung in the doorway, her eyes cold as ice fixed on Inuyasha. “You're a fucking pig Inuyasha.”

 

 

“Sango.” Miroku interjected only to have his wife turn her hard gaze on him.

 

 

“I never should have stayed quiet about Kagome to Kikyo, I have my own misdeeds to beg forgiveness for with her, but you Inuyasha, I hope she cuts your dick off and feeds it to you. Your family was hurt by you and you alone you bastard. I hope she fuckin' tears you to pieces.” Sango hissed the words, as she spun back into the hallway. Even her footfalls seemed angry as she stormed off.

 

 

“She doesn't mean that man.” Miroku could not believe the anger in his wife, but Sango had not slept all night, she had been sitting, seething in anger, awaiting Inuyasha's appearance.

 

 

“Yes, she does, and she's right.” Inuyasha stood shrugging off Miroku's hand. “I need to see Suki and… Kikyo.” Inuyasha looked down into the peaceful face of his sleeping daughter, he almost smiled until the vicious looking pins running through his baby girls arm caught his eyes slapping him in the face. “You know the girls were always the one thing I did right, god I screwed up, look what I've done to them Miroku, I should be there in their place.”

 

 

“Drowning yourself in self pity will do you no good Inuyasha. You fucked up, and now you gotta pay the piper.” Miroku walked out of the room pausing looking back at his friend. “Suki and Kikyo are down the hall in I.C.U., you need to know it's not looking good for them, I'll have the doctor paged to talk to you if you want.” Inuyasha simply shook his head `no'. Miroku sighed walking off to find his irate wife. “I'll be hanging around if you need to talk.”

 

 

“Thanks Miroku seems like you're the only one on my side.” Inuyasha smoothed Kari's ink black hair out of her face the girls ebon ears twitching at his touch, the simple reflex drawing a small smile across his lips.

 

 

Grabbing the pink flop eared bunny with an oversized yellow bow the so named Bowtie Bunny, Inuyasha gathered his courage to see Suki, and Kikyo. He was exhausted, more mentally than physically; Inuyasha's mind was functioning on autopilot. Shuffling down the hall cursing the bright florescent light that stung his eyes, he wished for a dark room with a corner to curl up in to sleep, or die, more so the later of the two options would be fitting at this very moment. Then again death would be to good for him, death would be running away, death was not acceptable for the son of the great Taiyoukai.

 

 

The I.C.U., was dimly lit, a great change from the hallway, what accosted his senses first was the scent of his young's blood, before his eyes even fell upon his child. Inuyasha whispered a silent prayer, his eyes tightly shut before raising his head to look upon Suki. Slowly opening his eyes to the image of his innocent little gift from god, Inuyasha could not hold back the gasp that escaped him. His little silver-haired Suki, his little dancing butterfly, had her wings broken, and it might as well been his own claws that did the damage. Suki had the mannerisms of her mother, the ever graceful, polite, and charming to a fault, Inuyasha's little butterfly, so delicate and beautiful. Of the two twins Suki was a natural dancer, excelling in dance, loving ballet, and all things of culture, just like her mother. She was a natural to the stage of dance, her teachers raving that their little Suki would be sought after by all of the best ballet companies, Kikyo and Inuyasha had already been approached by Julliard.

 

 

Inuyasha hoped in vein that all this had not ended his baby girl's dreams. The girl looked so fragile and small in the bed, too many tubes and wires connected to her body; there was even a machine breathing for her. What good was his fathers' youkai blood if his pup was injured like this, having to have machines breath for her? Suki looked peaceful, there was no pain in her quiet expression, but there was no hint of life in her either. Only the various noises and beeps of the medical equipment filled the room, automatons doing their function to keep Suki alive. Inuyasha cautiously edged to the bedside, placing his hand to the side of the girls slightly swollen, bruised face, the horrific bandages wrapped around her head spotted in blood was nearly driving Inuyasha's senses into overload. The bunny hung limp in his clawed hand, Inuyasha looked at the stuffed toy thinking it's bright eyes far to cheery for the dire situation Suki found herself in. He tried to tuck the pink bunny into bed with Suki, but found the simple task difficult because of all of the wires and tubes.

 

 

“Please sir, do not do that. If we have to call a code on her we need nothing in the way to hinder us in getting to her, even if it is only a toy. Please put it on the side table.” A pair of vivid green eyes met Inuyasha's beaten gaze, the petite nurse quietly entered the room, her red hair pulled back in a long braid being a startling contrast the violet scrubs she wore. The youkai nurse moved to the opposite side of the bed, checking the IV lines and adjusting dosages. “I'm taking good care of your…”

 

 

“Daughter, Suki is my daughter.” Inuyasha's voice was near inaudible, but the wolf youkai could plainly hear.

 

 

“I was wondering when the father would show up, I mean to have your whole family taken out by a truck, and no father around? I found it a little odd, but the elder Chinkara said you'd be here shortly, and low and behold here you are, albeit nine hours later, but you're here.” The wolf youkai looked at him suspiciously.

 

 

“Just who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to talk to me that way.” Inuyasha was surprised that this woman could even elicited feeling other than pain from him at a time like this, but she had done just that.

 

 

“Sorry, sometimes my mouth gets going and my brain gets left behind wondering what the hell just came out. I just get upset to see kids so young be hurt. An' both of your little girls plus their mamma, god you must be a wreck.” The outspoken nurse came around standing next to Inuyasha. “Oh so cute.”

 

 

“What?” Inuyasha was beginning to wonder about this particular caregiver, even if she was youkai.

 

 

“The bunny, it's cute.” The nurse pointed to Bowtie Bunny with a smile. “I'm Ayame, I am the head nurse in I.C.U., and I promise you I'll take excellent care of your kiddo. If there is anything I can do to help you at a time like this let me know, maybe I could call the chaplain?”

 

 

“No, I will deal with my demons on my own thank you.” Inuyasha leaned over kissing Sukis' bruised, and cut cheek. “I'm not going anywhere, if anything happens…”

 

 

“I'll be sure to let you know Daddy.” Ayame smiled to Inuyasha, trying to lighten his heart, but well knowing there was definitely something amiss in this family.

 

 

Somehow Inuyasha left Suki's presence feeling somewhat relived, perhaps the nurse being so forward helped his mood. The slight change in his temperament instantly shifted as he looked off down the hall seeing a uniformed police officer, and the obvious detective speaking with Sesshomaru and Miroku.

 

 

“Oh fuck, not now.” Inuyasha ducked across the hall into what he hoped was an empty room, and to his good fortune it was.

 

 

A plus to having you're big brother take over the hospital floor, no one other than family occupied the rooms. Not even looking for a light switch, using his hanyou eyesight he walked into the bathroom, closing the door flipping on the light. The buzz of the fluorescents annoying his ears, so he drowned it out by turning on the hot faucet to full blast, his hands in the basin cupping the steaming water, as his eyes focused on his reflection in the mirror. Is that me? Oh god that's not me. The Inuyasha staring back looked only a shadow of himself, the normally tan hued skin was pale, sickly looking, and the once vibrant clear saffron eyes were clouded in grief, circled in black. His silver main was matted and tangled, he looked like something that would crawl out of a children's fairy tail book, playing the lead role as the boogieman. And that's what I am, a evil, vile, creature, destroyer of lives, adulterous asshole who deserves to never see the light of day. Hell, I wonder if the boogieman needs a roommate?