InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kurayami no Naka de Hikari ❯ Broken ( Chapter 8 )

Kurayami no Naka de Hikari

Notes: 10 pages/6,132 – I know, this chapter is a little shorter than previous ones. It also took a little longer to get out than normal. Like I said, a family crisis is taking up some of my free time so updates may take longer… or not, depends on what needs handled any given day. Okay, I don't want to take up all your time, review responses are at the bottom.

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'Thoughts/dreams' will be in single quotes (IE: ' ')

Chapter 8 – Broken

"What do you mean you can't get it for me?" Sango asked in an angry whisper. It had taken her almost an hour to track down her friend in records and now they were telling her they couldn't get what she needed. "You owe me one, remember?"

"I know Sango-san, but this could get me fired." Kuranosuke said in a whisper as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Come on, Kuranosuke. This is really important." Sango hissed in irritation. Ever since she has turned his invitation for dinner down, he was so unhelpful. Before that, he would do anything she asked! She sighed to herself at this. Was waiting on Miroku worth passing up on someone like Kuranosuke? He was relatively handsome and polite. He was also decently employed, though perhaps a little boring of a field. She thought this over for a moment and shook her ponytailed head. Definitely worth in.... Kuranosuke WAS a bore no matter how you looked at it. "I'm calling in the favor you owe me."

She watched as Kuranosuke deflated and let out a sigh of defeat. She had seen maybe the one moment of excitement he had ever faced. Several months back, she had gone to the janitor's closet to grab a fresh roll of paper towels for a patients' bathroom and that's when she'd seen it. He was in the back of the closet with a woman in a blue hospital gown hiked up around her waist with her legs wrapped firmly around his waist! It was against the rules to fraternize with patients so when he walked out a few minutes later, she said she'd keep his secret as long as she could call in a favor or two at need.

"All right, Sango-san." He said dejectedly as he began typing something into the computer. "You know I could lose my job, though." He grumbled to himself.

"Well you could lose your license if I reveal your secret." Sango said sternly. She didn't like to resort to threats, but desperate times called for desperate measures. After a few minutes of looking, Kuranosuke gave her the address and she wrote it down hurriedly in her smartphone, happy that it had a GPS built in so she could try to find the place later that day.

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Inuyasha stood outside Kagome's classroom for her Friday morning class. He wanted to catch her before she went inside and hopefully get her to talk to him. He didn't really know what he was going to say, but an apology was on the forefront of his mind. For some reason, the thought of apologizing didn't seem as difficult anymore. He thought he might even be able to speak the words instead of with actions and thoughtful gestures.

He glanced down at his watch and frowned to himself. Kagome's class had started ten minutes prior and there was no sign of her. He would see her rushing the few times he'd come up here, but she was always in before the class started. This caused a bubble of worry to appear in his gut. From what he'd seen of her, she was very serious about her studies. He didn't think she'd skip class just because it was Friday and nice outside. Besides, he knew finals would be coming up. The normal carefree relaxed air that hung on college campuses would get tinged with stress and tension so thick at exam time that it would make Inuyasha choke and sputter. His school had been forced to allow him to take exams in a building on the very outskirts of the campus when he'd been in college because it was too much for his heightened senses.

His ears lay against his head as he headed away from the building. He'd had a thought that maybe she hadn't come because she knew he'd be there. Or maybe she'd gone in a different door. He hadn't caught her scent, though being this close to the city could easily mask her scent under all of the stronger, harsher scents that surrounded him. He frowned as a somewhat familiar scent caught his nose. It was faint but smelled like her... It was Kagome's blood he smelled, though it smelled old. It smelled like it was at least six hours old. 'What's she doing out here at three in the morning?' He wondered vaguely as he entered a cultured 'park' where many students had books spread out in the grass to get out of a stuffy building. It might not be especially clean air, but there was a pleasant breeze and it could be peaceful if you ignored the sounds of traffic.

After walking for a few minutes, Inuyasha found the yellow bag he'd put her books in when he'd gotten them for her the previous week. It was slashed to shreds and flecks of blood were visible on the torn fabric. His ears lay back in anger as a low growl of rage escaped the back of his throat.

He pulled the bag open and saw a piece of paper balled up inside of it. It was the note he'd left on Kagome's desk with the lily the previous day except there was a specific scent on it. It was the one that was on Kagome when her boyfriend gave her that bruise in the hospital. He flipped the page open and saw dark writing scrawled on the page in what look and smelled like Kagome's blood.

'Kagome is mine, mutt. If you come near, I'll do worse next time.'

Inuyasha's blood went cold at the words on the page. He stood there staring at the page for a long time as dread and pure, blind rage began to build deep in his being. 'How dare that bastard spill her blood!' His mind screamed in rage as he reflexively crushed the note in his hand. The worst part was he had no clue where to start looking. The college had only released her course schedule when he'd dropped his name. They had adamantly refused to release anything beyond that.

"Kuso..." He growled as he headed for his motorcycle parked on the street.

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Miroku grunted as he opened his eyes. Sunlight was streaming through the open curtains and he felt comfortably warm in his own bed. He had come to his apartment really late the night before and, thankfully, hadn't seen any sign of Koharu.

It was nice to be in his bed, Inuyasha's couch was decidedly hard and uncomfortably to sleep on. That was probably due to the fact it was chosen purely for aesthetic reasons. If Inuyasha wasn't too lazy to put his degree to use, that is. There hadn't been any clients invited to his fashionable living room. Not that Inuyasha had picked anything out, which had been done by Sango, Rin, and Izayoi-mama. Mostly Rin seeing as how she was an interior decorator.

That's how she'd met the Takahashi's in the first place. She had been hired to redecorate Sesshoumaru's law office, a high class affair that only the super wealthy could afford. If a professional athlete needed an attorney, they went to his firm. Apparently, Sesshoumaru liked the results of the decorating, or perhaps he just liked looking at the petite human because he hired her to decorate his home soon after. And also had her style his pent-house apartment in the city when he was forced to do an eighteen hour day and didn't want to bother driving to the outskirts of the city near his father. Not that Miroku normally dwelled on the daiyoukai who had once hated humans met his mate, of course. It was strange where idle thoughts could take you in a state of supreme contentment and drowsiness.

Miroku froze solid when he heard a tiny sigh and felt a frail arm drape across his stomach and a face buried into the crook of his neck. He stiffened instantly and ran through the previous night again. He had been at Inuyasha's... it had gotten late so Inuyasha had gone to bed... Miroku had jumped in his SUV... yep... he'd come straight home! So how was there a woman in his bed with him!?

"Umm..." Miroku said as he nervously brushed his messy hair from his forehead. He was afraid to look at the face of them woman snuggled up against him; though he had a good feeling he knew the perpetrator. She wore a strong perfume, unlike the light, floral one Sango wore. She was also more petite and 'squishy' than Sango, who worked out regularly and had a very finely-toned figure that he traced slowly with his mind's eye, reveling in the perfection he so often had the pleasure of witnessing and caressing.

His mind snapped out of his daydreams as he looked down to meet unremarkable brown eyes staring up at him. He sighed in defeat as he saw a slight pout touching Koharu's lips. He could see tears starting to fill her eyes since he'd been avoiding her for weeks. He wasn't one for breaking hearts and this one was so clingy she didn't believe him when he tried to explain things to her.

"Where have you been, Miroku?" Her voice whined as she stared up at him through her unshed tears. "I haven't seen you in weeks! You haven't been to the shrine, you're never home, you always disappear whenever I go to the club, and you're never home anymore!" She said as the dam broke and her tears began to fall freely. Damn... his only weakness... a woman crying.... Well, that and a plump, curvaceous body that was just perfect for groping, anyway. Oh yeah, also a pissed off Sango! Must not forget that, she'd know he thought that with her Miroku-ition! She seemed to be able to see everything he'd ever thought his whole life when she studied him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I've been very busy, Koharu-chan." He said in defeat as he gently helped her sit up and wiped the tears from her face. He wasn't surprised to see that she was only wearing a bra with a pair of matching panties. If had been Sango, he would have been immediately turned on, but Koharu was only sixteen and didn't have the body or mind of a woman yet. There was still a little bit of baby fat on her face and body so she didn't have the supple curves or toned muscles he enjoyed. She was also much too young mentally for him. If she knew where Inuyasha stayed she would have been stalking him there as well and Inuyasha would have been very harsh with her. Miroku also noticed the soft bulge of her stomach. 'Looks like she really is pregnant, then...' He thought to himself as he gently laid a hand on her shoulder. He saw a smile grace her lips as she followed his line of vision to her stomach.

"Koharu, I really need to tell you som-" He was cut off before he could finish as she took his hand and placed it on her slightly-bulging belly. She looked to only be a few months along, but she drew his hand across the skin with an elated smile on her face.

"This is you baby, Miroku." She said excitedly as she pointedly ignored what he had been trying to say. "If it's a boy, I want to name him after you. It it's a girl, I want to name her Sakura." Miroku sighed again, but couldn't bring himself to shatter that happy smile. He knew her home life was rough, he had heard her quiet prayers at the shrine before she began to follow him around. In fact, when he comforted her after a particularly nasty fight with her father, she had seemed to attach herself to him at that time.

"Hai, Koharu." He said with another resigned sigh.

"Koharu-chan!" She snapped as her eyes narrowed in anger. She would correct him every time he left 'chan' off. She had convinced herself that he was her boyfriend and expected him to play the part when she managed to get close to him.

"Koharu-chan, how did you get in my apartment?" Miroku asked slowly as he finally managed to get his hand back. He felt increasingly uneasy the longer he was sitting in the bed wearing only his boxers with an obviously pregnant, half-naked, teenage girl in front of him.

"I ran into your landlord and when I told him we were having a baby and I wanted to have a special surprise for you when you got home, so he gave me a key." Koharu said with a happy grin.

"Ah, is that so." Miroku said with a nervous laugh. 'I'm going to have to change my lock and have a chat with my landlord...' He thought vaguely as he swung his feet off the edge of the bed and snatched a T-shirt off the floor and pulled it over his head.

"Where are you going, Miroku?" Koharu asked as she grabbed the bottom of his boxer shorts and gave him a pleading look.

"I'm going to call you a cab." Miroku said gently as he managed to get her to release his clothing.

"You can't! I can't go back there!" Koharu cried as fresh tears filled her eyes. "I never want to go back!" Miroku gave her a sympathetic smile and put the cordless phone back on the charger.

"Very well, you do need to go to school, though." He explained as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Then we can talk this out later."

"I... I dropped out." Koharu said as she looked away from Miroku. "Everyone looks at me funny because they know I'm pregnant. So I stopped going. I want to be your wife and take care of our home and our baby so I don't need math and science for that anyway." Miroku sighed again, completely unsure of how he was going to deal with Koharu. He was in love with Sango, but if Koharu knew he wasn't interested in a family with her, she would likely kill herself. He didn't want that on his conscience.

"You need to get dressed, I'm driving you in." Miroku said as he stood back up and headed to his closet.

"I told you, I dropped." Koharu said in a pouty voice as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well you know I'm not into uneducated women." Miroku said idly as he grabbed some jeans and a button-up shirt. He saw her puff out her cheeks in annoyance out of the corner of his eye.

"Fine, I'll go back." She grumbled. She made no move to get dressed so he pulled a T-shirt out of the drawer and tossed it to her. She looked extremely sulky as she clutched his shirt in her hands.

"Get dressed, you're already late. Don't worry about you uniform for today." Miroku said as he walked out of the bedroom to change in the bathroom. He made sure to lock the door while he was in there, lest Koharu decided to waltz in there and try something. No matter how twisted his mind was, Miroku was no pedophile. He was vaguely aware of the doorbell ringing and quickly finished dressing and headed for the door. He wasn't quick enough as he saw Koharu, in only his T-shirt, open the door, though he couldn't see who it was or what they were saying.

"Who's there, Koharu... uh, chan?" He asked as he approached the door with his shirt hanging unbuttoned, revealing tone muscles. He managed to catch the door before Koharu closed it and pulled it back open. His heart sank as he saw the ponytailed woman who stood there with her arms crossed over her chest and a dark glare on her face. There was a mixture of heart-break, sorrow, and white-hog fury battling in her eyes.

"Fiancée, huh Miroku?" Sango spat in fury as she jammed his jacket into his chest. He'd left it in her car after their afternoon outdoors the previous day.

"Sango..." He breathed and caught her wrist as she spun around to leave.

"Let me go, Miroku!" She growled as she tried to break his grip. "Your 'fiancée' told me you're about to be a father, congratulations... And looking at her, I can see it's true!"

"It's not what you think, Sango." He said calmly as he saw angry tears begin to spill down her face. Sango never liked to be seen crying, not since her brother, Kohaku, had died of cancer. She had wept in his arms then, though only when they were alone. When he was sick, she kept a smile on her face until she was alone. It was her way of offering strength to him while he was sick.

"I should have known you went farther than casual flirting and fondling with other women." Sango said as she angrily scrubbed tears from her eyes. "I was stupid to think I was different. Don't worry; I'll leave you and your jailbait alone!" Sango cried as she wrenched her hand free and stomped down the hallway, her brown ponytail swishing behind her.

"Wait, Sango!" He cried as he made to follow the young doctor. Something latched onto his arm and prevented him from following. His prussian blue eyes glanced down to meet angry brown eyes as she clung to him. "We need to talk, Koharu." Miroku said and closed the door quietly behind him.

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Gods did she hurt... the first thing that registered in Kagome's mind was excruciating pain throughout her whole body. She couldn't remember what had happened to cause the pain, but DAMN did she hurt! The next thing she became aware of was freezing cold and a bright light shone on her face, though she had yet to open her eyes. She vaguely noted that she couldn't move her arms more than a few inches, but dismissed it quickly as the burning pain overpowered her idle thoughts.

She took a deep breath and bit back the fears she knew were forming and forced her eyes open. She found herself alone in bed with her hands attached to the headboard with a pair of matching, metal handcuffs. That's when the memory of the previous night slammed into place and a heart-broken sob ripped from her throat. She was afraid to look down at her body; she didn't want to see all of the marks that would undoubtedly scar. She didn't want to think that her love had mutilated her in this fashion. So she sobbed, rivets of tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking into her hair and the pillow beneath her head.

She felt a cold breeze drift across her naked body and a shiver ran through her at the cold spring air. She ignored it as best she could, but she wanted a blanket. She forced her eyes back open, searching for anything... a sheet... a blanket... the key to the damned handcuffs! Anything! But everything she wanted or needed was out of her reach. It seemed Naraku wasn't done punishing her. At that thought, renewed sobs ripped from her throat and she tugged desperately at the metal bands holding her to the bed, ignoring the wet trickles she felt on her exposed skin. She hoped most of the wounds he had inflicted weren't as deep as she feared, but she was too petrified to actually look.

After several minutes of tugging, Kagome collapsed back onto the bed in exhaustion. Naraku had left her gagged when he'd gone out so she couldn't even call for help. She sunk into the mattress and let the tears fall silently. She wouldn't fight anymore... Naraku had won... She silently cursed herself for loving such a heartless man. As it stood, he had her firmly in his palm... she was too afraid to leave now. If he could slice her up with that sadistic smile on his face, he could damn sure harm any of her new friends! She lay there crying as she resigned herself to her fate.

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"Damnit, Inuyasha!" Sango growled as she snapped her phone shut and slammed it into the console between the driver's and passenger's seats. She was furious and heartbroken at Miroku for his infidelity. She was also beating herself up for not telling him how she felt before. He was the only one she'd ever loved but she'd been too nervous and proud to tell him so. It tore out her insides to see the half-dressed, PREGNANT teenaged girl wearing only his T-shirt. And not just ANY shirt, it was the Black Label Society shirt she had bought for him when they'd gone to their concert the previous summer.

What hurt most, though... he hadn't come after her and said it was all a misunderstanding! He didn't tell her that the girl was a cousin he was hiding away until she could deliver her baby. Hell, she would even accept that the girl was someone from the shrine that needed a place to stay after getting kicked out for getting knocked up! But it just wasn't so... She had said Miroku was the father and they were getting married... She had even flashed a rather large stone on her left ring finger. And he didn't deny it!

She had been trying to get ahold of Inuyasha for several hours now, but as always, he wasn't answering his cellphone. 'Why do you even have a phone if you're not going to answer it?' She thought angrily to herself as she slammed on her brakes for a red-light. She wanted to give Kagome's address to 'someone' before she had to be at the hospital so they could go check on her. That had been her intention for stopping by Miroku's in the morning. She pushed the memory of the cradle-robbing monk from her mind angrily. She refused to let herself cry anymore over the man. He was free to sleep with anyone he wanted, it's not like she was his girlfriend, not really anyway.

She angrily slammed on the gas and swerved into the parking garage of the hospital a few moments later. It looked like she was going to have to wait to check on Kagome. She pulled into a spot and grabbed her cell out of the console. She quickly typed a text message to Inuyasha telling him '911, call me IMMEDIATELY!' and hit send.

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Naraku had come in several hours after Kagome had awakened and sat on the dresser watching her coldly. She didn't beg him to remove the handcuffs, something had broken in her. She just didn't really care anymore... The multitude of cuts still burned like fire, but she had sunken into a place where even that seemed distant. As did the cold that caused goose bumps to cover her naked body.

"I have a feeling you will no longer disobey me?" He made it a question as his eyes roved over her prone form. The sight of blood tracks across her stomach, chest, and legs filled him with a satisfaction he couldn't describe.

"No, Naraku..." She murmured quietly as she stared off into space. He smirked at his handiwork. He had definitely broken her fiery spirit! He had been aching to do that for years now and felt a great rush of satisfaction for having finally managed to do so.

"That's my koibito..." He said quietly as he walked over to the bed and climbed on top of her, straddling her. "You finally realize you're mine and only mine..." He leaned down and ran kisses down her neck, forcing her head to the side. She didn't fight back or respond in any manner. Not even a whimper escaped her lips as he bit down on the delicate skin, hard. Naraku smirked as his tongue ran across the wound as he lapped up the fresh blood eagerly. "Yes... you belong to me, Kagome..."

Kagome was in a haze... She felt Naraku running his hands along her aching body but she didn't fight back. She couldn't bring herself to force his lips from her neck that he had viciously bitten moments before. She hardly even flinched at the sharp pain that issued from it. Fighting him seemed to turn him on more. She knew now... she was well and truly trapped... She might have won a few battles, but he had won the war. She hadn't the strength to fight any more. He was never letting her go and he would maim or kill anyone who came near her, she knew that for a fact, now. She wanted to sob, to break down and cry her soul out, but tears just seemed beyond her. Especially with his hands roving roughly over her body.

She felt him grab her chin roughly and forced his mouth onto hers, kissing her harshly. She couldn't fight back as his tongue delved into her mouth, assaulting her mouth with his tongue and teeth. She tasted blood as his teeth bit down harshly on her lower lip, but she didn't cry out even when she tasted the bitter copper flavor of her own blood. She only hoped he grew bored... Her eyes went out of focus as he became more aggressive and she took her mind elsewhere... she was in a beautiful Japanese garden bathed in pale moonlight...

Sometime later, Kagome seemed to come back to herself and found that she was still lying in bed, though not alone. She felt Naraku's arm around her waist as he crushed his hips against her aching behind. She didn't want to think about the things he had done to her when she had zoned out. Her hands were now tied together with strips of cloth and she felt a collar around her throat that she didn't remember him fastening on her. She saw a thick, silver chain running from the collar to a spiked bracelet on his wrist. The spikes bit painfully into her stomach as he spooned her.

For the first time since she'd seen him that day, she felt the urge to cry... She bit her swollen lip to prevent a sob from escaping her throat; bit couldn't prevent the silent tears that rolled down her cheeks.

"Koibito..." Naraku's husky voice said close to her ear, which caused her to tense and jump in surprise. "I didn't want to do that to you, my love..." He practically purred as he nibbled her earlobe gently, eliciting an involuntary shiver of pleasure to shoot down her body.

Kagome couldn't hold back the sob that escaped her throat, then. The tears fell harder as she sobbed into her tied hands. She wanted his filthy hands off of her and felt disgusted that she was getting aroused as he gently ran his hands down her side and over her bare breasts. She sobbed because no matter what he did to her, she knew she would forgive him, though why she would was beyond her. She wanted to run away from him screaming bloody murder, but as his tongue ran down her collar bone she felt herself giving in again...

"Please... Naraku..." She whispered brokenly. She wanted him to stop touching her... 'I'm such a whore...' Kagome thought sadly as she couldn't bring herself to push his face away. She instead rolled over to face him and put her bound hands on his cheeks, drawing him into a kiss. No one could love someone as weak as her... No one would care enough about her to save her; she was a slave to him now. She would never see her friends again... There was only Naraku. Kagome closed her eyes and lost herself in the ripples of pleasure that passed through her aching body, dreaming of a pair of burnished gold eyes and clawed hands running along her body. She didn't notice the triumphant smirk on Naraku's face as she began responding to his stimulation. He knew he was on his way to corrupting her very heart.

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Inuyasha had been riding his bike around the city for hours searching for any sign of Kagome's, or her boyfriend's, scent but hadn't caught the slightest hint of it no matter where he went. He finally admitted defeat when the sun went down and headed back toward the city to his condo. It was a long way back, almost an hour drive so he wouldn't be home until at least ten pm.

Inuyasha growled when he finally walked through the door to his condo and angrily flung himself unto the sofa. He was too angry to see that a certain perverting monk wasn't crashed on it with an empty bag of chips on the floor and a horror flick blaring on the television. Miroku seemed to love the bare breast shots that seemed to happen in every horror movie ever made.

Inuyasha pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and slammed it on the coffee table, uncaring if he cracked the screen. He couldn't get the sight and scent of Kagome's blood out of his mind. It made him so angry he didn't know what to do with himself. As soon as he found the bastard who had hurt her, he was going to put him in the hospital. His phone began vibrating on the table, sliding across the glass and Inuyasha grudgingly reached out and grabbed it.

"Whaddya want?" Inuyasha growled into the receiver in irritation. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone; he just wanted to sit by himself and brood.

"Where have you been, Inuyasha?! I've been calling all day!" A female voice said in irritation. Inuyasha just sighed and let some of his anger drain as dread replaced it. He had expected this call, but it seemed really quick this time.

"Sorry mom, I've been out all day." Inuyasha said while he leaned into the pillows.

"Well I hope you were looking for a job." Izayoi said sternly, which caused Inuyasha to groan. He didn't want to be a business man or a CEO, but that's what he'd been groomed for his whole life. It was just so freaking boring!

"Yeah mom, I know. 'I need to use the degree you and dad paid for'. I get it." Inuyasha said in exasperation. He had heard the speech almost daily since he'd finished school the previous year.

"I'm really serious, son." Izayoi said sternly into the phone. "You father is really cutting you off this time after your most recent arrest!" Inuyasha knew it was serious when she called him son so he sat up, his eyes going wide.

"What do you mean? He always threatens that, mom." Inuyasha said trying to test the level of seriousness in her voice.

"This time he's really doing it. You're condo is paid for the next three months and your normal monthly allowance is in the trust, but he means to not add anything else to it." Izayoi said seriously. "It's time for you to grow up and start your own life. Get some experience under your belt so your father leaves the company to you. If you don't get it together, he WILL shift the full inheritance to Sesshoumaru and Shippo."

"All right, all right already!" Inuyasha growled as he sighed in defeat. "I'll circulate my resume and see who bites, all right?"

"Good," She said triumphantly, he could hear the satisfied grin through her voice. "So, how is Kagome-chan?" Izayoi asked conversationally as she tried to pry without him being wise to it.

"... I'm not sure..." He said solemnly after a long pause. "I was looking for her today; I think she's in trouble..."

"Well I know you, my sweet boy. You'll find a way to help her." Izayoi said tenderly. Of course she knew of his soft spot for helping people and in fact ANYTHING that needed help. She had lost count of the injured birds, cats, dogs, and even once a gopher, which he'd brought home over the years.

He had shifted to people when he smuggled Shippo home in high school. He had even managed to keep the orphan a secret for two weeks before she'd found out! Shippo needed love so badly, she bad melted the first time she'd seen those big crocodile tears the day he and Inuyasha got busted. It took no effort whatsoever to convince her husband to adopt the lonely little kitsune. Now she couldn't imagine life without him!

"I hope so, mom." Inuyasha replied quietly.

"Bring her around for dinner again soon. I really liked her and Shippo's been asking about her all week." Izayoi said trying to brighten the glum hanyou's mood. "I have to get Shippo ready for bed. Sleep well, dear. I love you."

"Love you too, mom." Inuyasha said as he hung up his cell and sighed in frustration. He lay back on the couch and put his feet up on the arm rest, letting his head rest on the opposite arm rest. A low growl escaped his throat as he heard the familiar ringtone of a ninja 'hiy-ah' that was set for Sango.

"What has the big idiot done now?" Inuyasha grumbled as he looked down at his phone in annoyance. He hated cellphones with a passion. The thought of anyone being able to contact you wherever you were bugged him. You couldn't rely on the excuse that you weren't home. "Damn Sango!! Twenty messages?!? I'm gonna KILL that monk!" He growled as he began reading messages.

There was nothing specific in them, mostly just '911 call me!' and 'Where the hell are you?' and the like. It took him a good ten minutes to get through all of the messages to make sure he didn't miss something important. His only thought was that she had somehow found out about what that Koharu girl claimed. Though why she would believe a high school girl over Miroku was beyond him. Despite the fact that Miroku liked to chase women, Inuyasha liked to think that Sango could see through Miroku's act. His father had died young by chasing after a woman so; naturally, Miroku would waver about committing to a relationship of his own. Sango was intelligent enough to know that! Inuyasha had a feeling she wasn't thinking with her head this time, though. Her heart took over when it involved a certain perverted monk. He left his messages and selected Sango's name in his contact book before quickly pressing the green call button.

"Inuyasha?!" Sango's anxious voice said on the line on the second ring. "Hang on a second." He heard quiet murmuring and sighed, knowing she was at the hospital. "Where the HELL have you been all day?!?"

"Keh, I was driving around looking for any sign of Kagome, baka." Inuyasha growled back at the doctor.

"Well if you would EVER answer you're damn phone, you would have known where she lives, idiot!" He heard her practically yell over the line.

"Wait... you mean your messages weren't about Miroku?" Inuyasha asked incredulously.

"He's on my list, but Kagome is more important right now!" Sango snapped, angry at being reminded of what had happened between her and Miroku earlier that day. Inuyasha's ears perked up and he began listening intently.

"Hang on, lemme get something to write with!" Inuyasha cried as he jumped up from the couch and rushed into the kitchen to the junk drawer. "All right, where is she?" Inuyasha demanded impatiently. Sango took a moment before giving him the address.

"And Inuyasha, if anyone asks. You did NOT get hear this from me, all right?" Sango said completely serious. Inuyasha had not doubt Sango would have gone with him, it must have been understaffed that night for her to be unable to slip away.

"All right! I'm headed out there!" Inuyasha said with determination in his tone. "I won't leave until I know she's all right. I'll kidnap the damn girl if I have to!" He declared vehemently.

"Be careful, Inuyasha. We don't know how dangerous her boyfriend is, all right?" Sango said into his ear.

"Keh! I'm not afraid of anyone that's has no problem harming a woman." Inuyasha said seriously as he grabbed his coat and was headed out the door. "I'll call later, Sango. Ja."

::FIN::

June 28, 2011

Notes: That's it for now, I haven't started the next chapter yet, I'll try not to keep you waiting too long cuz this was kinda a NASTY cliffie^^; Everyone has been yelling for Inuyasha to kick some ass and then I leave you RIGHT before he goes over there! I'm gonna get death threats for this one XD