InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Letters, and Calloused Fingertips. ❯ Concussions and Consequences. ( Chapter 11 )

A/N: This is where the drama hits one of its peaks. And I'm bringing the songs back in this chapter; I don't own “Kiss the Girl” I think Disney does… Idk, but the one I'm thinking of is the one Ashley Tisdale remade. She actually did a good job with it, I think. XD I'm such a dork.

 

Anyway… Got the idea from an AMV someone made and posted on youtube, an InuKag tribute with the song… it's actually really good, and, if you think about, the song really fits their weird, up-and-down relationship.

 

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Lies, Letters, and Calloused Fingertips.

 

Chapter Eleven: Concussions and Consequences.

 

Inuyasha sat backstage with his bandmates, listening to the opener. It was a small girl band, but they were pretty cool… for girls. As he sat and listened, he realized that, like Chiyo, their drummer, these girls rocked out just as hard any band of guys. They'd even made their own rendition of the classic “Kiss the Girl” out of the American movie The Little Mermaid.

 

“Percussion!”

 

The drums started up, heavy in the background - “Strings!” - at that, the bass kicked off the song. After a couple of minutes, the guitar joined in, creating a very upbeat sound. The vocalist pulled the mic close and whispered into it, “Words.”

 

She took a deep breath before belting out in a light, stirring voice,

 

“There you see her,

“Sitting there across the way.

“She don't got a lot to say,

“But there's somethin' about her.

“And you don't know why

“But you're dying to try.

“You wanna kiss the girl.”

 

The vocalist stopped for a minute, and she and the guitarist leaned in together, nodding their heads with the beat, and the singer motioned to the guitarist for something. The other girl nodded and stepped back to her own microphone, and the singer returned to her spot at the front of the stage.

 

“Yes, you want her.

“Look at her, you know you do.

“It's possible she wants you too,

“There's one way to ask her,

“It don't take a word,

“Not a single word,

“Go on and kiss the girl.”

 

The guitarist sped up her rhythm suddenly, and the vocalist stepped back, nodding her head enthusiastically and grinning widely. Then she hopped right back up to the mic, going on,

 

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la!

“My, oh my,

“Look like the boy's too shy,

“Ain't gonna kiss the girl!

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la!

“Ain't that sad?

“Ain't it a shame, too bad!

“You're gonna…” The guitar dropped all of a sudden, and the stage fell quiet. “…miss the girl.

“Go on and… kiss the girl…”

 

It started up again, lightly, and the vocalist continued,

 

“Now's your moment.

“Floating in a blue lagoon.

“Boy, you better do it soon,

“No time will be better…

“She don't say a word,

“And she won't say a word until you

“Kiss the girl…”

 

The beat picked up again, and Inuyasha felt goosebumps run up and down his arms at the music and the sound of her voice.

 

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la!

“My, oh my!

“Looks like the boy's too shy,

“Ain't gonna kiss the girl!

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la!

“Ain't that sad?

“Now it's a shame, too bad!

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la!

“Don't be scared,

“You better be prepared!

“Go on and kiss the girl!

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la!

“Don't stop now!

“Don't try to hide it how,

“You wanna kiss the girl!”

 

The beat slowed, and the drums and the bass both quieted until there was only the guitar carrying the upbeat feeling of the song, and it sank off into a solo, the singer throwing in a “Go on and kiss the girl” every now and then.

 

Suddenly, the drums kicked up again, and the bass joined in, and the singer sang at the top of her lungs,

 

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la,

“My, oh my!

“Looks like the boy's too shy!

“Ain't gonna… kiss… the girl!

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la!

“Ain't that sad?

“It's such a shame, too bad -

“You're gonna miss the girl!

“La-la-la-la-la-la,

“Go on and kiss that girl!

“La-la-la-la-la-la,

“Go on and kiss the girl…”

 

Slowly, the music died away, and the singer stepped back from the microphone, grinning insanely. As the girls left the stage, Inuyasha stopped the singer. “Are you psychic or something?” he asked her.

 

She only gave him an amused smile, cocking her head to one side. “Not that I know of. Why?”

 

He blushed, a little shy suddenly. “Well, my wife and I have been fighting a lot lately, and… Well, this just put some things in perspective for me, as gay as that sounds.”

 

The teenager giggled lightly. “No problem, Mr. Taisho,” she answered. “Glad we could be of service.” Suddenly, Inuyasha's breath caught at the sight of the familiar twinkle in her mahogany eyes, and he blinked, watching her as she walked away. It can't be… he thought.

 

“Yo, Yasha, man!”

 

He snapped out of his musing at the sound of Keisuke's voice, and he hurried onto the stage. I'll have to look into that later… I'm sure that Kagome would appreciate it.

 

The lead singer of the girls' band watched as Inuyasha and Keisuke led Chiyo and Osami through the beginning of their first song, and she had this strange, nostalgic feeling about her. But I've never met Inuyasha Taisho before… Have I? she wondered, her hands shoved deeply into her pockets. She played with her lip ring with tongue and teeth as she pondered, before being rudely interrupted by a sharp call: “Suzume!”

 

Suzume Takahashi turned and jogged away from the stage.

 

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When Kagome came to, she was in a hospital bed, complete with a thin, polka-dotted hospital gown, an obnoxious IV, and tiny red and blue bracelets galore. She groaned as her head lolled uncomfortably to one side, and the door opened suddenly, revealing a pair of very tired, relieved faces.

 

“Kagome!” Shippo cried out, practically leaping to her bedside. “You're awake!”

 

She nodded slightly, closing her eyes and scrunching her nose. “What the heck happened?” she wanted to know, her voice quiet.

 

“Well,” Ko started, taking a seat at her side next to her husband, “you asked if I wanted something to drink when you went into the kitchen. I heard a weird noise, and, when I called your name, you never answered. I went to investigate and found you on the kitchen floor, totally knocked out, and the top of your head was starting to gush blood. You must'a hit your head on the corner of the stove, or on the fridge.” She snuck a sideways glance at Shippo before continuing in a lower voice, “I called 911, like, right then. They brought you here - and now you're awake!”

 

Kagome shifted in the bed once again, trying her best to clear the fog in her head and talk to her friends. “How long've I been here?”

 

Shippo shrugged. “About a day and a half,” he told her nonchalantly, and Kagome's eyes widened. She struggled to sit up suddenly, and both Ko and Shippo leaped to their feet, their arms held out and twin panicked looks striking their faces. “No!” the pair of mates yelled simultaneously, and if Kagome wasn't too busy being annoyed, she would've smirked and even laughed at the amusing sight.

 

But, as her mood was, she just sighed and leaned back, rolling her eyes and giving a weak cough. “You need to stay in bed a while longer, Kagome,” Shippo told his once mother-figure. “The doctor said that you hit your head pretty hard, and that we'd be fortunate if you woke up again.”

 

Kagome stifled yet another exasperated groan. “Hello?” she asked them sarcastically. “Mated to a hanyou? The whole blood exchange thing, apparently, gives me his resilience. Besides, when I was just normal Kagome in the Sengoku Jidai, I saved your little trickster butt from many a powerful youkai, so I like to think that a mere stove won't be what does me in.”

 

Shippo snorted, obviously in love with her choice of words. Ko just stared at her mate, and he quieted underneath her pointed look. “We don't mean that, Kagome,” Shippo told her. “We just - We just have been especially worried about you. You have no idea how relieved we were when we rounded that corner and walked in to find you awake finally!”

 

A thought suddenly crossed Kagome's mind. “Have you or the doctor called Inuyasha yet?”

 

The pair shared a look before turning back to Kagome; they shook their heads in unison. “Do you want us to?” Shippo asked.

 

“No!”

 

They were both surprised by Kagome's unexpected outburst; she settled back down almost instantly. “I'm just… not sure how he'll react,” she confessed in a small voice, looking away from them. “And I don't wanna know just yet.”

 

Ko nodded. “We understand,” she said, ignoring the protesting look that her mate shot her over his shoulder right then.

 

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound from the doorway; Shippo and Ko turned, and Kagome looked up. There stood the doctor, a tall youkai with a kind face and light blue eyes. He smiled at the occupants of the room and came in.

 

“Well, hello there,” he said. “I was wondering - May I have a word alone with Mrs. Taisho, please?” The youkai looked to Shippo and Ko; they both nodded and left the room. Shippo gave Kagome a quick squeeze of the hand before he turned and followed his mate out into the hall, closing the large, broad door behind him.

 

The doctor turned his attention fully to Kagome, who still lay meekly in the hospital bed. She swallowed the lump threatening to form in her throat, and their eyes met. “Well?” she asked in a small voice, trying to keep her tone sounding polite. “What's wrong with me? Why'd I go and faint like that in the middle of my own kitchen? I mean…” She watched the doctor closely for any body language that could give it away without words. There was none; just that same, sincere smile. “Doctor, what's wrong with me?” Her next words came out at barely a whisper: “Am I ill?”

 

The youkai physician let out a loud, hearty laugh. “No, Mrs. Taisho,” he answered. “No, there's nothing wrong with you - well, except that your iron was a little low, thus the fainting. You hit your head on something when you fell, and that explains the bump, gash, and concussion. You'll be somewhat woozy for a couple more days, and we'll keep you here for observation. We'll also be making sure you get that iron count up before we send you home.”

 

Kagome cocked her head to one side, puzzled. “Iron?” she asked. “Is that weird that it's low like that?”

 

The doctor shrugged, hanging the clipboard in his hands at the foot of her bed. “It really depends on how you look at it,” he answered. “There is a reason for your iron being low…”

 

Now she was absolutely bewildered. “Well?” she asked. “Are you going to spit it out?” Kami, I'm sounding more and more like that asshole hanyou of mine…

 

But the youkai only chuckled. “So impatient, like your husband,” he stated, and Kagome gave him a look. His chuckling ceased, and he cleared his throat. “Yes, well. The reason, Mrs. Taisho, that your iron was so low is that you're pregnant.”

 

Kagome's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. “You're kidding,” she said.

 

The doctor shook his head. “No, ma'am, I'm not. You're a good five weeks - which is strange, considering that you're husband is half-inuyoukai. You should have started experiencing symptoms of pregnancy sooner than this…” He shrugged once again, which was really starting to work Kagome's nerves. “We have a kumo working on this floor as an obstetrician; I'll persuade him to take you on as a new patient. She's quite talented, as kumo are skilled with vibrations and a certain degree of telepathy; she'll be very handy throughout your pregnancy.” The doctor flashed Kagome another smile and a quick “Congratulations” before disappearing out the door, leaving her to try to soak in all the new information.