InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inside ❯ Nuisance ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Hurrah, Chapter 4 is here! I like this chap, I know it's bound to disappoint a lot of you (and you'll see why when you're done). But it's just the way my story is flowing. It will happen, obviously. I can practically guarantee it for the next chapter, so don't think I'm going Inuyasha/Souta ship on you! Haha, like I said, you'll see why...

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4 - Nuisance

 

 

 

 

 

"Souta?"

 

"..."

 

"Souta, Hun, wake up..."

 

"...Nhg...Mom..."

 

"Yes. Kagome is here, too."

 

Slowly, the groggy boy stirred and opened his eyes, blinking furiously. His mother dashed to his side and kneeled beside his bed. "Oh, Hun, I was so worried about you!" she exclaimed, taking his hand in hers.

 

His older sister smiled and peered down at him from behind her mother. His vision seemed to fully return as his eyes went wide. Ms. Higurashi and Kagome braced themselves for the hysteria they knew was coming.

 

"Mom!" Souta cried, before a wide ear-to-ear grin spread across his face. "I got hit by a car! That is so cool!"

 

"Souta!" his mother and sister scolded simultaneously.

 

"Everyone at school is going to think I'm cool now!"

 

Kagome looked at him incredulously. "Your leg is practically broken! You had a concussion!"

 

Souta beamed cheerfully. "Battle scars, awesome!"

 

"Battle scars? What are you talking about! You were being an idiot riding your bike in the middle of the street!"

 

"I was not!" Souta spat, glancing at his mother.

 

"Don't lie! I already told mom everything."

 

"I wasn't...well...okay, maybe I was-"

 

Suddenly the Doctor came in the small room, holding a clipboard. "How are you feeling, meh'boy?" he asked cheerfully. He took the black, four-wheeled stool from over in the corner of the room and rolled it to the other side of the bed. "Any pain anywhere?" he elaborated, taking a seat.

 

Souta nodded, frowning. "Actually, my right leg is starting to hurt a lot."

 

"Yes, you're going to be in a cast and walking on crutches for a few weeks, but you should be able to go back to school within the next few days. How about your head? Any headaches? Problems with your eye-sight?"

 

"Not really, s'just a little tender," the boy replied as he pressed a hand against his thick black hair.

 

"Good, good..." the gray-haired Doctor nodded and scribbled on his clipboard. "Well," he said before looking to Ms. Higurashi. "Like I said he'll be out of here by tomorrow afternoon. Everything appears to be as normal as possible. We'll be putting on the cast tonight-" he checked his watch suddenly. "-Oh! Actually, we'll be doing that right now."

 

As he said this, the door opened and a rather young looking Doctor stepped inside, rolling a wheelchair before him. He had inky, midnight hair, tied up in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. He smiled warmly to Kagome and her mother, and Kagome swore she saw his eyebrows wiggle when he looked at her. Suddenly she recognized him as the pained-looking Doctor she'd seen earlier.

 

"Higurashi's, this is Miroku Houshi. He's an intern here at the hospital. He'll be helping me with Souta," their Doctor introduced them.

 

"How do you do?" Miroku asked Ms. Higurashi with a smooth, masculine charm that raised Kagome's eyebrow. He turned to her then, stepping around the wheelchair and taking her hand in his own, bringing it to his lips.

 

The girl froze, embarrassed out of her wits. She was sure she must've resembled a tomato.

 

Her mother stared at them, and then to the other Doctor. He shrugged indifferently. "Now, it would probably be best if you two ladies went home for the night. We'll be running a few tests tomorrow morning..." he continued informing the older woman as the intern released Kagome's hand. Her eyes narrowed and she wanted to growl at this pompous stranger who had the nerve to be such a creep!

 

"...And that's that!" he finished. Kagome hadn't even been listening. She was glaring too hard at this Miroku.

 

"Thank you. We'll be back tomorrow, then," she heard her mother's reply. "You'll be alright here by yourself for the night, right Souta?" This caught the girl's attention.

 

"Yeah, of course. Don't worry about me, mom. I'm tough!" the twelve-year-old held up his bruised arm and curved it, flexing the muscle.

 

Or lack thereof.

 

What he didn't know was how tender his bruises were. He immediately straightened his arm, yelping in pain. "Ow, ow, ow, ow..."

 

Kagome tried to suppress a laugh, failing miserably. Her mother shot her a deathly glare but quickly returned to her son's side, kissing him on the forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart," she cooed. Souta lifted his arms, straight as rulers, and embraced her. Sort of.

 

"Nighty night, tough guy," Kagome blew him a kiss as she turned and stepped around Miroku, giving him one last evil stare before leaving the room. Her mother followed behind after a moment.

 

"I'm so tired, I don't know if I'm going to be able to drive," the older woman sighed heavily as they walked down to the exit.

 

Kagome perked up immediately. "You know, mom...I could drive us home, if you want."

 

"You know, Hun, that wouldn't be such a bad idea-"

 

The girl's eyes widened in hope.

 

"-if you had a license."

 

'Darn...' Kagome thought, crestfallen. She copied her mother's heavy sigh as the pair made their way outside to the car.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches and slam in the back of my Dragula!'

'Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches and slam in the back of my Dragula!'

 

 

Inuyasha felt his eyes droop slightly.

 

'Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat, tender as the fur, dying as you purr.'

 

The stretch of pavement ahead passed swiftly under the tires of his truck. He'd thought the loud music would be enough to keep him awake, but it seemed the hole in his shoulder was really beginning to take it's toll on him.

 

'Do it baby, do it baby...'

 

"Where the fuck has all my energy gone?" the hanyou asked the air around him softly. He held his thirteenth cigarette of the past hour in his left hand while his other gripped the wheel. The smoke floating around him made it difficult to see anything. He knew he was back in town now, though. It would only be a few more minutes until he reached the Hospital.

 

He knew it was stupid, what he was doing. He knew how much he was risking again for the second time that day, only this time it was for a pocket-watch. But what he didn't know was how the hell he was going to go back in that hospital without being seen again.

 

His head hurt from trying to come up with a better plan than before. But it was a kiss on the cheek compared to the pain searing through his left shoulder. He knew he had lost a lot of blood. If he had been human, he would be dead right now.

 

He put out the little white stick before tossing it out the window. He glanced over at the medical supplies scattered about on the seat next to him. Maybe he could take care of it now while he drove...

 

His now free hand reached up and unzipped his jacket, and he couldn't suppress a wince as he shrugged out of it and tossed it in the back seat. He made quick work of taking off his T-shirt, also tossing it over his head. He reached over and grabbed the alcohol bottle, putting the covered end between his teeth and twisting until the cap came off.

 

His truck abruptly hit a large bump on the road as he did this, and cold, smelly liquid splashed out of the bottle, landing all over the hanyou.

 

"For fuck's sake!" Inuyasha yelled, looking down at his wet lap in annoyance. He still had a half-full bottle in his hands, however.

 

He muttered a string of swear words as he tipped the container over his shoulder, letting the clear, cool river of alcohol run downward. It stung horribly when it seeped into his wound, and Inuyasha clenched his teeth as hard as he could to keep from crying out in pain. He tossed the now empty bottle back with his clothes and grabbed a bandage.

 

Using his teeth again to rip it out of it's package and peel it from the paper, he then carefully placed it directly on the stinging bullet wound, pressing around the edges to make sure it would stick. Just as he pulled into the freshly familiar Hospital parking lot he opened the bottle of pain pills and popped seven into his mouth.

 

"Okay..." Inuyasha said once he'd swallowed the pills. "Here goes nothin'..."

 

He killed the engine before stepping out of the truck and sauntering over to the entrance. He shivered from the cold air that surrounded him. But he was quickly enveloped in the coziness of the waiting room several moments later.

 

It was completely dark, but his hanyou eyes could easily pick out his surroundings. He couldn't help but scan the area for people watching, but to his surprise there wasn't a soul around.

 

He quickly bent down on his hands and knees and peered underneath the rows and rows of chairs. 'Please, please, please be here...' he mentally begged the gods. His eyes roamed the entire floor carefully, looking for that immortal glimmer of gold.

 

Nothing.

 

The hanyou then began sniffing the ground frantically, desperate to find his father's pocket-watch. He crawled around the entire room, taking his sweet time as he snuffled about. He came to an abrupt halt when he caught the watch's scent underneath a particular chair. His brow furrowed in confusion when he smelled the scent of a female mixed in with it.

 

And then he realized.

 

It hit him like the crashing wave of a tsunami. Someone had taken it.

 

Immediatly he straightened, sniffing the air for the female who'd no doubt taken it, before turning around-

 

-To be met by a pair of curious brown eyes.

 

Inuyasha froze in place, staring at the bruised little boy standing before him, clutching a pillow. He had a cast on his right leg but he seemed to be managing without crutches. A very, very long moment of staring passed, before the boy suddenly spoke in a rather calm voice.

 

"You know you're not wearing a shirt, right?"

 

The hanyou looked down at himself, cursing when he saw how right the kid was. He wanted to slap his forehead for being so oblivious.

 

He returned his scowl to the boy. "Of course I know that, kid. What's it to ya?" he snapped.

 

Souta shrugged. "I dunno. Hey, by the way, you look kinda funny. What are you, some kind of clown or something?"

 

Inuyasha felt his temper rise. "No! I am not a clown! Now get outta my way, kid..."

 

He moved past the boy, sniffing the air urgently. He needed to track the female's scent or he would lose it.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

The hanyou growled. "Would you shut it, I'm trying to concentrate here."

 

Souta looked at the peculiar stranger, cocking his head in confusion. "Are you looking for something?"

 

He was thoroughly ignored, though. He suddenly noticed the reddening patch on the man's shoulder. "Oh...You must be another patient here..."

 

Again, ignored.

 

"Are you from around here?"

 

Silence.

 

"You sure don't look like you are..."

 

The man continued sniffing the air blatantly.

 

"...Are you from outer Space?"

 

Inuyasha suddenly turned back to Souta angrily, wanting nothing more that to take that pillow and whack him across the head with it.

 

"Will you shut the hell up!?"

 

The boy stared up at him, unblinking for another long moment, but otherwise silent, to the hanyou's relief. Inuyasha turned back around, sighing exasperatedly.

 

"You do look like an alien, though-"

 

The older of the two stomped his foot, letting a loud growl of frustration escape his lips.

 

"That's it, kid! Where's your room?"

 

"My name is Souta, and it's just down there," Souta pointed down a darkened hallway through a pair of doors.

 

"Come on, then," Inuyasha grabbed the boy's elbow, pulling him in the pointed out direction. Souta's stiffened, cast-covered right leg dragged as he was pulled away.

"Hey!" he cried in surprise. "Let go!"

 

"You're too little to be out and about at this hour. And did I mention how fucking annoying you are?" the hanyou said casually as he tugged the boy through the doors with ease.

 

"I'm twelve years old! I could probably even take you!"

 

Inuyasha had to laugh then, but he had to stop to ask the kid which room was his.

 

"Ha! As if I'd tell you! You're not my father, I don't take orders from-"

 

"Kid, if you don't tell me right now you are going to have a lot more to worry about than just that right leg of yours..." he nodded his head toward the injured leg, his face completely serious. Souta scowled and pointed to his room. In a flash he was back in his bed being tucked in. Inuyasha's face dropped visibly when he saw there were no restraints on this bed. He made sure the blankets secured the boy tightly before looking at his face. He asked him a question suddenly.

 

"Why are you so nosy, kid?"

 

Souta tried to shrug. "I get like that when I'm bored, I guess."

 

The hanyou nodded, chuckling lightly. "Well it's not a very appealing trait. Maybe I would have liked you...in another time...with other circumstances..."

 

He trailed off, gazing off into nothing. Souta frowned, the perfect face of perplexity. "What do you mean? Other circumstances?"

 

It took a second for Inuyasha to hear what the kid had said. He looked down at him and sighed. "Nothing. Never mind. Now get to sleep."

 

He turned to step out the open door when the boy spoke abruptly. "What's your name?" he heard him say.

 

Inuyasha looked back, smiling slightly. "Like I said, Souta...Other circumstances."

 

And with that, he was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: Hee hee, don't worry, though. Inuyasha and Kagome will meet! I hope you all enjoyed it. Now, I need to get some more coffee. Cheers.