InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Head Over Heels ❯ Ghost: The Other White Meat ( Chapter 28 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The Witch�s red eyes pleaded, �It�s our only chance.�

�For what?�

She dropped her chin and watched the bloody water running counter clockwise down the drain. �Redemption.�

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.29.2006 | Pages: 8 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 430 | Status: Completed

Chapter Twenty Eight

Ghost: The Other White Meat

Kagura 5:20am:

A male voice crashed my perfect dream. “Early in his collegiate career, Vince Young had been criticized as a great rusher and an average passer.”

Another cut in, “That's true Chip but today many of those same people would agree he's one of the best passers out there.”

My eyes opened and I sat up on the lumpy hospital couch. God damn it! I ran my cold hands up and down my bare arms as I stood up.

Sesshomaru's touch and body, even his heat, had been so real. My shoulder still stung but when I touched it, there was nothing there.

It wasn't fair…

How could I still feel so close to him? Even worse, how could I have a sexy dream in a hospital? Ick. The guilt ate at me worse than the sad excuse of the vending machine coffee.

“2004's been kind to Vince. He's in a good position for Rose Bowl MVP for sure.”

What the hell?

The TV in the corner was turned to the Rose Bowl. I frowned, wasn't that game on the 4th this year?

Sango loved college football, so I should know. Each year she had a party. A skinny man with a shiny bald scalp stood in front of the TV focused on the game.

My God how late had I slept? The clock on the brightly painted wall read 5 something in the AM.

I squinted at the TV wishing I had my glasses.

The announcer said, “It's so close Michigan's down by only one point.”

He was watching a re-run of last years game.

Ugh, oh for fuck sakes!

“Sir!” I hobbled over to him, my back still feeling the lumpy couch cushions.

He ignored me. I passed the couch and got a stellar view of old wrinkled ass hanging out of a blue hospital gown.

Holy crap!

Now I was thankful that my glasses were safely resting on my bathroom counter and not perched on my pert nose. Somethings are best left blurry.

He must be a patient and probably needs to get back to his room. “Sir, it's 5am. Can't you watch that somewhere else… like your room?”

He continued to play deaf even though the game had cut to commercial. Oh that was it. “Come on, leave or I'll tell you who won.”

He turned slowly, this was a happy development, and gave me a look of simmering anger. He had a huge hooked nose and a wicked red line complete with staples peeking out over the collar of his chic hospital gown.

I groaned inwardly, oh fuck. He wasn't visiting, he was a permanent resident. I fucking hate hospitals.

His eyes widened and he took an unsteady step towards me. Now that I was fully awake, it was hard to miss the smell of slightly rotten fish coming off his skin. Oh lovely. I had just taunted a pissed off football watching spook. Good work Kagura.

His thin lips parted and a green sludge bubbled over his mouth. The coffee I'd had hours ago threaten to make a sudden reappearance.

Then something snapped. I was having the day from hell, why was I letting an old ghost who'd been sentenced to an eternity of having his baggy ass hang out for all to see, terrorize me.

I spread my feet apart and met his piss yellow gaze. “Texas won that game.”

His pupils shrank and the veins in his neck bulged. I ran a hand through the tangled mess that was my hair. “Ah huh, that's right. And you know what else?”

He raised both his hands in the air. Someone had been watching way too much Scooby Doo, after all no respectable dead fiend ever does that.

I grinned, “I can see your hairy old ass.”

Hell was being stuck spending eternity in a green hospital back less gown. They don't make a shoe hot enough to correct that fashion disaster. The green bubble in his mouth popped all over his face as he shrank back… blushing.

Yes that's right, I made a ghost blush and retreat.

It was a personal best.

I took my victory and took a quick stroll down the corridor and passed Kohaku's room. I didn't pause but I could still hear the slow steady beat of his heart monitor.

_-_-_-_

Sesshomaru 8am:

Sleep eluded me so I spent the rest of the night watching the DVDs Jane had given me. Hugh Laurie was a decent actor but it wasn't enough to keep my mind from my dream of the Witch.

What would it take to be rid of her? Maybe if I had her killed…

Breakfast seemed like a good idea but that too proved to be regrettable.

I was half way through the dining room when Jane appeared between me and the kitchen. “Ummm Lord, perhaps I can bring you coffee in your study?”

Why was Jane the nanny offering to wait on me? “No, I was there watching those… videos you gave me most of the night.” There was no need to dwell on the dream of Kagura.

She smiled, “Really? Well that's great. I'm glad you enjoyed them.”

But she didn't move. She was standing between me and my coffee; a dangerous place to be. “Move.”

She blinked at my request, “I can't.”

“Have you been glued or nailed to this spot?”

Jane shook her head. “Well…”

I shoved her carefully out of my way and pushed through the kitchen door.

Rin sat at the table in front of a bowl overflowing with candy thinly disguised as cereal. Everything looked normal.

Ribbit!

Cr-oak!

Ribbit!

That is if normal was defined as seeing every surface in my kitchen covered in frogs.

A fat toad roosted atop my beloved Krups coffeemaker. It belched, “Ribbit.”

Bright green tree frogs perched on the edge of Rin's bowl.

More frogs stared at me from the kitchen counter and the top of the fridge.

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them I saw five more wretched amphibians swimming in the kitchen sink.

One particularly ambitious soon to be French entrée did an Olympic worthy dive from the Moen faucet.

Jane's footsteps sounded on the tiled floor behind me. “I'm so sorry. She got up on her own and…”

“She's not allowed to have pets.” It was a pointless comment but somehow it seemed important.

My now former nanny stood beside me her arms crossed, “She had just a few… but then a few became a few more and… Did you know, some male frogs can change their gender and then have tadpoles?”

This wasn't the first time Rin had blatantly ignored my rules and no doubt it wouldn't be the last. “And they are in the kitchen because?”

Rin grinned and I saw she'd lost another baby tooth. “Sesshomaru-sama they were lonely in the greenhouse. I was giving them the grand tour complete with refreshments.”

Jane's voice was soft, “She's been watching Food Network.”

“I see.” Rin, Jane, the frogs and the single toad all watched me waiting for a reaction.

A loud ribbit came from an unseen frog that then jumped from a light fixture landing squarely on the top of my head.

Jane gasped.

Rin giggled.

The frog pissed.

I felt the warm stream soak into my hair then run down the back of my neck. My knuckles cracked as I stretched my fingers.

The frog on my head shifted his weight and made a belching noise. I ground my teeth and the joint in my jaw popped.

I pulled the offensive frog off my head, held him in my hand and said without thought, “It's a plague of frogs.”

Jane frowned, “Lord?'

The old beggar woman in front of Totosai's workshop pushed into my thoughts. `This one action will bring the sky down on your head.'

I had joked, 'A plague upon my house eh?'

And her answer was Shakespearian in it's irony, `It'll be a plague of frogs!'

Fucking prophets, it was impossible to tell when they were serious. I dropped the frog then stormed out of the kitchen, needing to wash the urine from my hair.

_-_-_-_

The hot shower water brought relief from the stench of frog but my mind was still working over every second of my encounter with the hag. `Your prize will leave you, and your hard work is for naught.'

My prize was locked securely in the basement vault.

I poured a second helping of shampoo into my palm then worked it into my hair.

“It must be so hard.”

My eyes opened and I saw the old prophet standing before me in my steam filled shower stall. I demanded, “What!”

“Knowing everything… Never making a mistake, it's a real burden.”

I struck out at her and my claws passed through her head. “Get the fuck out of my shower!”

She laughed then faded away, no doubt a ghost of my own psyche. I continued scrubbing hard, digging my claws into my scalp; the rank stench of frog piss still fresh in my nostrils. Maybe I was still asleep in my bed and this was just a ridiculous dream.

A smaller figure formed in her place. Steam from the hot water blurred her features but it was Kagura looking up at me. The warm water rushed down over her smooth body, dripping from her round breasts. The heady flowery scent of mimosa was overpowering. “He's just a boy. You have to do something!”

I bared my fangs, “He's mortal, who cares!”

Her burgundy eyes widened, “There has to be some way…”

I cut her off, “There isn't.”

She stepped away from me. The heat of the water was turning her skin a bright pink, starting from the cheeks of her ass to the end of her nose. “Sesshou, help me.”

The hard plastic shampoo bottle broke in my fist, no doubt she'd assumed her nudity would win me over. Rage bubbled in my chest. “No.”

She said nothing as she ran her hands down her wet naked body refusing to break eye contact.

I slammed my fist into the shower wall. A shattered tile sliced the palm of my right hand. Soon the water at my feet ran red with blood. “Damn it to hell! Bitch get out of my head!”

The Witch's red eyes pleaded, “It's our only chance.”

I held my right wrist tightly in my left hand trying to curtail the bleeding. “At what?”

She dropped her chin and watched the bloody water running counter clockwise down the drain. “Redemption.”

_-_-_-_

Kagura 9am

Sango was with her family. They were deep in a discussion with their clergyman that I had no desire to join.

Surely it was only a matter of time before they were forced to make the hardest decision of their lives.

I hid in the cafeteria with a cup of coffee. It was miles ahead of the vending machine fare but went down just as bad.

I really didn't have to stay. It'd been a wretched few days for me and I'm sure Sango wouldn't missed me. But I had to stay for her.

Inuyasha had left me over eight hours ago after asking me to foster some form of hope. I wanted to, hell I tried with all my might but it simply wasn't there.

Even with the hot coffee I was still cold. I rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes.

Inuyasha couldn't save Kohaku, no matter how much he wanted to. Even so I couldn't help wishing he'd come back soon.

My nose began itching; it was a maddening inexplicable itch forcing me to scratch. Surly the people at the table next to mine thought I was on the verge of picking my nose. I pulled out my napkin and rubbed the scratchy paper across my nose.

Ugh, don't you hate it when your nose loses it's mind in public. They say if your nose itches, someone's talking about you.

Or is that your ear?

Oh hell! I stood up to return my tray, eager to find a quiet corner where I could do something, anything to make the itching stop.

I was halfway to the dishwasher's window when the itching thankfully ceased. I wiggled my nose and everything seemed normal.

Life was strange enough without my body parts staging a coup.

I passed my tray to a young man wearing an Ipod and rubber gloves, he accepted and dumped my tray without ever meeting my eye. My stomach turned at the notion that this could soon be my job if I didn't figure something out soon.

I stopped by a vending machine, plunked in two dollars worth of quarters then punched the button for a packet of aspirin.

The machine dropped the over priced packet and I bent to retrieve it. A cool male voice sounded in my ear, “Damnation witch, you win.”

What the fuck? I stood up slowly and looked behind me. Sesshomaru?

A large middle aged nurse stood behind me searching her knit purse for renegade coinage. Her brown hair was pulled back in a limp pony tail and she wasn't even paying me any attention. There was no Sesshomaru or any other male person near by.

I rubbed my palms against my elbows, hugging myself as I retreated to the hall. There was no rational explanation for this, but then when was any part of my life rational?

As pissed as I was at Sesshomaru, it'd almost be comforting to see him. I don't see what he could do to help but still…

Ugh! What was I thinking?

He wanted me to turn my back on my friends and change into him; a self serving bastard who hates humans. Sesshomaru thought embracing the darkness that stalks me was the answer to controlling my curse. He bought into the old adage if you can't beat them then join them. So it doesn't matter how interesting or sexy I might find him, he's a monster.

_-_-_-_

Sesshomaru 10am:

Money is important. It buys safety, security and the assurance that the worst the world has to offer might be kept from your door. Yet even still it never fails to amaze me how susceptible some are to it's call.

I slipped easily into the hospital through the cafeteria delivery entrance, the Tenseiga in a long box under my arm.

The boy working the door let me pass for a mere fifty dollars. He should realize his job is worth a bit more than that and I would have paid it. But a fifty dollar bribe is a bargain.

I paused at a hospital map then decided to head towards the I.C.U. no doubt that's where the mortal whelp lay dying. Once I was close, Inuyasha would detect my scent and come to me.

The Witch was here too. I wondered if she even knew she'd been in my shower. I shook my head trying to clear it of that image. It wasn't important. The only thing that mattered was getting this done and severing all ties to her.

I hated how much I missed her. I didn't have sex often and rarely had any peer level female companionship. Perhaps this was my fault for pushing my future away.

It might be high time I took a wife and set about repairing the damage Father had done by splitting our blood line. There were a few Inu-yokai females who had the necessary breeding the Witch didn't. Their families were old and mine was a disgrace but my assets are strong and sometimes that can be enough for a woman to forget a scandal.

A nurse passed me pushing an old man in a wheel chair. He turned his bony neck to stare up at my face. I ignored him, mortals are so fragile. How was it Inuyasha wasn't?

Then a dark thought wormed its way into my skull. Why should I have to bribe some bitch to marry me when the Witch never cared that Inuyasha was my brother?

_-_-_-_

The Devil's Dictionary:

Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.

Decide: To succumb to the preponderance of one set of influences over another set. … Ambrose Bierce

“She's shy, she's fragile she has no idea how beautiful she is; she's a mess… it's fantastic!” …John Cusack in Must Love Dogs

Notes:

So when I promise a plague of frogs, do I deliver or what?

Why was Kagura naked in the shower? She was a figment of Sesshomaru's imagination and well we've seen how his mind works.

Happy Halloween! It's my favorite holiday. I went on a ghost walk of my hometown yesterday and it was great. I suggest everyone take a tour the place they live because you'll never know what you'll find out.

I'm sorry for the horrible updates, I've been sick but I'm getting better so yay to that. I'm also trying to catch up at work and I'm writing my own book and that eats up time. Hey guys, a girl's got bills and fanfic doesn't pay them, lol. I've bribed Iz to ghost write but so far all she does is doze in front of the keyboard. Sigh, but what else are hedgehogs good for?

Thanks for reading!