InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Convergence ( Chapter 66 )

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Chapter 66

Convergence

“We're going to move her within the hour,” Inuyasha told Souta.

The boy stood from the seat he'd taken beside his sister's bed two hours earlier, and stretched his arms high over his head. “That soon, huh?”

“It's for the best,” Inuyasha responded brusquely. “It's been almost too quiet over the past couple of weeks, and I'm starting to get a bad feeling—like this is the calm before the storm or something.”

“Dogs do have that innate ability, don't they?”

“What…what the hell are you trying to say, Runt?”

Souta threw his hands up in mock surrender. “I'm just saying that usually before a storm, dogs tend to get a little antsy is all. And you, Inuyasha, have been wearing holes in the tiles.”

Inuyasha snarled at the teenager, who was trying to look innocent but failing miserably. “You ever been thrown out a window?”

“Oi, you can't threaten the life of your mate's only brother. She might not like it.” Inuyasha hadn't admitted that Kagome was his mate to the boy, but Souta had taken it upon himself to chide Inuyasha about it whenever they were alone.

Inuyasha had to admit, he really liked how it sounded on someone else's lips, but hell would freeze over before he admitted it. “Feh, she barely remembers you. So she won't miss you for long.” He chuckled.

Souta sobered and moved to the small sink in the far corner of the room. “I guess I shouldn't ask where we're taking her, huh?” He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face and neck.

“No, you shouldn't. You'll find out when we get there.”

“Does Mom know?” he asked, grabbing a towel and blotting his face dry.

Inuyasha shook his head. “If what that wolf bitch and bastard said was true, the less people who know, the better off we'll be.” He turned fully to Souta. “If it were up to me, you wouldn't be going either, but your sister needs someone around that she's familiar with.”

The glass door slid open and Inuyasha turned as a bleached blonde nurse walked in. “Takahasi-sama, this was left at the front desk for you.”

“Who dropped it off?” He took the plain white envelope from her.

“We don't know. A nurse found it lying on the desk and gave it to me to bring up to you.”

Inuyasha flipped it right side up and vice versa. He held it up to the light trying to see through it. “Thanks,” he told her dismissively as he brought the envelope to his nose and sniffed it. He scowled at the object as if offended. That can't be right. He sniffed it again and took a small step back.

“What is it?” Souta stepped up to him.

“Shouldn't you be doing your make-up homework or something,” Inuyasha snapped as he turned and walked out the door and into the hallway, ripping the envelope open as he went. Whatever Souta said as a comeback was lost on him as he read the words printed on the page.

I need to see you. Meet me in the storage room at the end of the hallway on the 7th floor.

Before he could stop them, his feet were moving, racing for the doors that led to the stairs. There was no signature at the bottom of the note, but her scent was all over it.

Kikyo, he mused.

Inuyasha cleared the first set of stairs in three jumps and the second and third set in two jumps a piece. Settling on the landing, he pulled the door open to the seventh floor and walked into chaos compared to how quiet Kagome's floor was.

He scanned the crowd of nurses, doctors and patients, some of who had been forced to move from the floor where Kagome was being housed. He looked desperately for that one face, her face, a part of him needing to see her to make all of this real.

Inuyasha moved through the patients and medical staff and toward the brown door at the end of the hallway that was labeled storage room.

His heart pulsed in his chest as he neared the door, his body tensing painfully. He glanced around him once, twice, and a third time before he reached for the handle and pulled the door open. Inuyasha stepped into darkness and a room that was vacant with the exception of boxes, brooms, mops, and cleaning utensils.

He didn't bother to look for a light switch, she wasn't there and hadn't been there, the absence of her scent told him that much. In that instance he didn't know why he'd even been so excited that there was a possibility she was there in the hospital.

Inuyasha crumpled the note in his fist.

How fucking stupid was he?

What had he expected?

What the hell was he doing here?

He turned to leave, but stopped as the door opened before him. Kikyo stepped forward, her head down, her hair pulled back in a bun at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a nurses uniform, that fit her snuggly. It hugged her hips and flat stomach, and pushed her breasts up so that it was hard to ignore them.

“Inuyasha,” she whispered as she pulled the door closed behind her and locked it. “I didn't think you would show.”

He could only stare at her in amazement. She was still as stunning as she was when she broke his heart. Her eyes bright and her smile tentative, but there was something off about her scent and she seemed tired and worn out.

“I…I won't keep you long,” she told him. She stared at him for a long moment as if taking him in, or rather reliving old memories of them. She looked down and away from him, before looking back up. “I've missed you.” She stepped towards him slowly. “Not a day has passed, Inuyasha that I haven't thought about you.” Her palms settled flat against his chest. “I was a fool to have walked out on you. It was my greatest mistake.” Her hands fisted in his shirt and her forehead settled against the center of his chest.

“Kik…Kikyo?” Inuyasha's arms moved stiffly, encircling her, pulling her closer. He inhaled deeply taking her scent into his mind once more and the part of him that he'd been trying to ignore from the moment he smelled her scent on the note sat up, snarling and growling. He stepped back, holding her at arm's length. “What do you want?”

She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to hold her just a little bit longer.

Inuyasha released her. “What do you want, Kikyo?” he asked again after fortifying his resolve.

She snorted. “If I said, forgiveness would you be able to find any? If I said, you, would it be possible? If I said a second chance would one be available?” A tear trailed down her cheek. Her heart was breaking—it appeared—in the same manner that his had at one time.

He stepped closer to her, and brushed his hand down her cheek. “When you left me, Kikyo, you destroyed me. I was like the walking dead. Not once did you even call to check on me or to tell me you were still breathing. You were just gone and I never existed to you.” The anger came then and he stepped back from her, fisting his hands at his sides. “I dreamed of you every night. I dreamed of how you left me every fucking night…every night, Kikyo—for almost a year. Do have any clue as to how fucked up that is? To dream of the one person you thought your soul belonged to? The one person that had the power to destroy you? The one fucking person that didn't want you?”

“Inuyasha, I…” She shook her head, more tears coming to her eyes.

“What, Kikyo, you're sorry?” He scoffed derisively. “If you could leave me differently, you would? You what, you want to make it right?” He shrugged his shoulders, a knot of pain once buried deep in his chest releasing slowly, freeing him from her and their past together.

“I never meant to hurt you, but there wasn't any other way. Since the day I left you, I've regretted it. Please, Inuyasha…”

“Save it. It doesn't matter anymore, because I no longer dream of you, Kikyo. I barely even think of you. So no, there are no second chances here and there's no me left for you. It, Kikyo…all of me…belongs to someone else. But maybe in a few more months, maybe a year, I'll have an ounce of forgiveness for you.”

He could tell she was trying to smile through the pain his words were causing, but she was failing pathetically.

“So tell me, Kikyo. What do you want? Why are you here? You couldn't have thought that I would see you and forget that you ripped my heart out of my fucking chest and that my mate…” he stressed the last word, “…was lying a few floors above us fighting for her life. Tell me you weren't that stupid, that arrogant, or that self-centered, Kikyo?”

She looked away from him, tears swimming in her eyes. She wiped at them, sniffled and stilled her resolve. “I guess it was just wishful thinking, Inuyasha.” She wiped at her eyes again with the back of her hand and put a little more distance between them. “I came to explain why I did what I did to you and to warn you that he's not done with you yet. For whatever the reason, he hates you. He's hated you long before he ever made you a mark. He's hated you longer than I've even known him.”

“A mark? He? He who? What are you talking about?”

“Onigumo, my…my husband,” she whispered.

It was a sucker punch to the gut, a blind right jab to his jaw, and a direct hit to bridge of his nose. He staggered back away from her, his hands coming up to push at the air as if it could make her go away as his mouth tried but failed to find a damn thing worthwhile to say to her.

“I'm sorry, I didn't want you to find out like this, but I couldn't let him hurt you again. He's crazy, Inuyasha. He acts as if it's about money, but it's not. He wants to hurt you badly.”

“You're married? After you ripped my fucking heart out you went and got fucking married to someone else?”

“No…no, it wasn't like that.” She looked away from him. “I was married to him before I met you?”

He shook his head. “You bitch. You…bitch.” He blinked a few times and exhaled heavily.

“I'm sorry, Inuyasha, I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. I was just supposed to…to rip you off. But I messed up. I did everything I wasn't supposed to do.”

“Bullshit.” He stared at her in disbelief for a long moment before he trusted himself to speak again. “Begin from the beginning. Tell me everything, Kikyo. If I think for one second that you're holding something back, I swear to god...”

“There is no need for threats, Inuyasha, I'll tell you everything. But when I do, I won't have a home to go back to. I want have a life anymore.” She intertwined her fingers before her as she bit down her bottom lip in trepidation.

“You need my help to start over somewhere else. Is that what you're finding it so hard to say?”

She nodded once. “I wouldn't ask you if I had a choice, but once he finds out what I've done, there won't be any place for me to hide from him. He'll kill you and then he'll come after me or vice versa. One way or the other, I'm dead.”

This day just keeps getting better. Inuyasha ran his hand down his face in exasperation. “Tell me what you know and then we'll talk.”

Simonkal of Inuy

“What have we got?”

“Nothing new. The place is locked up like a Maximum Security Prison.”

“Is that supposed to be mean the two of you can't get in?” Kouga stared from Maki to Moki a look of incredulity on his face.

The twins exchanged looks before the eldest spoke. “Of course, we can get in, but the chances of you getting in are slim. If you get passed the first set of guards, there isn't a chance in hell that you will make it past the second set.”

“Don't worry about me,” Kouga snarled, gripping his chest as pain lanced through him from where one of the bullets had pierced his flesh. He settled down in the overstuffed chair and swallowed three pain pills. He stared out of the hotel window and was barely able to contain his growl.

Because of her, that Kagome bitch, and Ayame, his lovely mate, he was now the most wanted demon on the damn continent. Sure, slipping out of Kyoto was easy enough, but getting out of the country altogether was going to take some doing. He stared at his new reflection in the mirror, taking in the green contacts he wore and the short spikiness of his now cropped hair. He hated pretending to be someone he wasn't, but until he was able to do away with the witnesses to his weakness, he didn't have a choice.

Adjusting the silver wire framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he ordered, “I want them dead. All of them. Start with that bitch, Ayame and Hakkaku and we'll finish with Kagome and the son of a bitch she let rut her.” He fanned his hand angrily. “That half-breed mutt.”

“We have yet to locate your wife and Hakkaku,” Maki said, “However, I know that they have met with the dog demons. It is believed that they are now conspiring with the enemy in the protection of the woman, Higurashi.”

“I'm surrounded by fucking traitors,” he growled, grabbing the vase off the nearest table and sending it flying into the furthest wall. “They didn't fucking vanish, damn it! If your Intel is correct and they're conspiring against me with those pricks, then chances are they're still in town. Find them and fucking kill them!!” he roared, “I want Hakkaku's head and I want Ayame's tits do you understand me? I want both of them fucking dead!”

Maki stared at the fragments of broken glass. “If you hope to remain incognito, perhaps you should try controlling your temper.”

Kouga snarled at the demon, who stood before him as blasé as if they were simply planning a family vacation. “Did I ask for your opinion?”

“You didn't have to. You were in dire need of it?”

Kouga took a threatening step towards Maki and the darkness within the room swam up, surrounding him and warning him off. He stopped, his nostrils flaring as he looked around the room, knowing that Moki controlled the darkness in the manner a butcher controlled a meat cleaver.

“I'm paying you two to do a job, do it.”

Maki and Moki nodded simultaneously and turned to the window as the darkness moving with them. “As you wish. I'll be in touch with any new developments,” Maki said, and then they were gone.

Kouga turned back to his reflection and snarled again, hating what he was seeing but knowing there was no going back.

He knew before he got to the other side of this—whatever this was—he would have to kill more than a few people. Then when he was done, he'd start over in America, with a new woman at his side; one that knew how to be loyal.

“But first,” he whispered, standing to his feet. He stepped over and peered out at the Tokyo skyline and the hospital looming in the distance. “I have a few mongrels to euthanize inhumanely.”

Simonkal of Inuy

“Where is Inuyasha?”

Souta looked at his sister, hope in his eyes as he checked his watch and said, “Don't know. Do you remember him now?”

“No…no.” She shook her head and pushed up with her good arm, swinging her legs down off the bed. “But I had a dream about him. In it he kept calling me a wench.”

Souta chuckled and settled down on the chair in front of her bed. “If I remember correctly, it's kind of a pet name he used for you.”

“Pet name?”

“Yeah. You know like baby, sweetie, honey? You can't have forgotten that?”

“Of course, I remember what a pet name is, you jerk, but if he and I are just friends why would he need one for me? And when did you become such a smart ass?”

Souta chuckled, a proud grin on his face. “I knew you were in there somewhere, Sis.”

“You're a real idiot, you know that?” Kagome blushed and looked away as she slid the rest of the way off the bed. “Souta,” she said turning back to him, “Aren't you missing a lot of days from school?”

“Why is everybody worried about my schooling?” he growled. “I'm at the head of my class with less than a month to go before graduation. “I'm cool.”

“Less than a month?” Kagome took a few steps toward the bathroom and stopped. “You're a senior? Souta, I don't like this. I don't like not remembering stuff.”

“If you don't like it, how the hell do you think we feel about it?” He chuckled softly, but the seriousness of his statement wasn't lost on her.

“What am I not remembering, Souta?”

He shook his head and pushed to his feet. Covering the distance to his sister, her slipped his arm around her waist and guided her the rest of the way to the bathroom. “Well, you forgot your move to Tokyo. You were really excited about it. You forgot about being appointed as a partner at the uppity law firm you work at. If I remember correctly and I do, in addition to a real nice luncheon in your honor, they had a banquet to at the Parsonian.”

“What's Parsonian?”

“Only the most extravagant hotel on the face of the planet. Anyway, they flew mom in for that and there was even a special guest singer—some chick from Great Britain or was it Canada? And it was all in my big sis' honor.”

As he let her slip from his arms and into the bathroom, she asked, “What else did I miss?”

He partially pulled the door closed and stood on the other side waiting as she relieved her bladder. “Well, I'm not sure, really. But more recently, you and Inuyasha went to Hawaii.”

Simonkal of Inuy

Hawaii, Kagome thought as she flushed the toilet and turned to wash her one good hand. I went to Hawaii and I don't remember it? Well, that just doesn't seem right. She shut the water off and began drying her hand on a towel when the first image came to her: Blue nearly green water, swaying trees, the smell of pineapples and sugar, and smooth tanned skin, hard muscles, a set of abs one could wash clothing on and tears, her tears.

“Souta, why did I go to Hawaii with him?” she called as she moved for the door, but staggered and fell into it instead. The door swung open against her slight weight and she knew she was falling, but the floor never met her. Instead she found herself looking up into eyes that were as gold as the sun was hot. “Inuyasha?”

He lifted her into his arms and cradled her against his chest as he turned toward the bed. “You need to stay off your feet as much as possible,” his voice was soft and his eyes filled with pain.

“Where's Souta?”

“He went downstairs to get Ashton from your mom,” he told her as he settled her down on the bed.

Kagome watched him closely as he turned and went to one of the draws in the nondescript dresser. There was something too familiar about him: the way he moved, the manner in which he wore his clothes, the scowl that was prominent on his handsome face when someone said something he thought was stupid, and most of all the way in which he touched her. It was possessive as if he had a right to touch her, but yet it was still so gentle.

He came back, dropping two folded pieces of clothing on the bed next to her. He reached around her shifting her hair to the side and made quick work of unsnapping her gown.

“Hey, what… You can't…” Kagome blustered as she grabbed the pieces of her gown and held them together.

He paused and looked down at her, a mask of confusion on his face, before a look of exasperation passed over it. “Feh. Fine.” He stepped back away from the bed and her. “Can you do this on your own, or do you need a nurse?” He waved a hand at the clothes dismissively, his distaste at her stopping him not hidden as well as he probably thought it was.

Or maybe he wasn't trying to hide it at all.

There was something wrong between them. She could see it in his face, and in his stance. It was as if seeing her undress was nothing new. That couldn't be right, could it?

“Inu…Inuyasha?”

“What?” he snapped, turning to face her.

She flinched and leaned back away from him. His face softened immediately and he sighed as he ran his hand down his face. “I'm sorry, Kagome, I didn't mean to lash out at you. I've just had one hell of a…” He looked away and back. “Month. Do you need me to get a nurse to help you? Security will be here to move you in fifteen minutes.”

She searched his face and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she'd looked at him a hundred times before: his kissable lips, thick lush lashes and brows, the sensuous curve of his chin, and his strong jaw line. If she touched him, his skin would be firm and smooth, his body lean but muscled. She knew this without being sure exactly how she knew it.

Kagome slipped from the bed, her legs just a little shaky but strong enough to hold her.

Inuyasha stepped to her. “You should be sitting--”

She cut him off as she raised her hand to his cheek, the tips of her fingers running smoothly down it. Her thumb ran the length of his lower lip as her eyes took in every dimple and groove. “Are these because of me?”

“What?” He brought his fingers to the area she was touching.

“These worry lines here.”

He chuckled softly and leaned into her touch. “I would bet my entire bank account that they were.”

She smiled back and let her hand drop away from him. “Are you more than just a family friend, Inuyasha?”

“Am I?” he retorted, stepping closer to her. He trailed the back of his hand down her neck to her clavicle.

Her womb trembled and a sensual part of her womanhood throbbed. “I feel like I know you intimately,” she told him.

“Do you?”

She leaned into his touch helplessly. “Why are you answering my questions with a question? Are we more than just friends, Inuyasha? I asked Souta, but he won't tell me anything.”

He stared at her for a long moment before he leaned down, his lips brushing briefly over the corner of her mouth before he whispered something in her ear.

What it was, she hadn't a clue, because sirens began to wail, lights began flashing, and the hall was immediately filled with shouts and screams as big burly men waving guns rushed into her room.

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