InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Save Two Lives With One Doctor ❯ Street Gang Fights ( Chapter 1 )

I swear that I own nothing. I quote my best friend that no one else can see: “Your twisted mind isn't playing with your life enough, so you have to toy with other's, even if they live in a 2D world on paper.” (PS: I'm not schizophrenic, but I have fun pretending I am!)

 

Street Gang Fights

 

Inuyasha folded his arms behind his head, leaning back slightly to look at what stars you could see through the smog as he walked. Inuyasha hated walking at night. Especially when you lived in the roughest town on the entire western coast. Especially when you were thought to be an enemy by a gang, even though you weren't. Especially because your best friend was human, and was walking right next to you. If they was attacked tonight… well, he didn't want to think about it.

 

Inuyasha had done something unbelievably stupid. He had tried to be helpful, but what was the fucking use? Honestly.

 

He was walking by, on his way to work when he saw a woman being assaulted in an ally way. He had been raised by a retired swordsman and judo fighter, so what else was he supposed to do?

 

But when he had jumped in and knocked half of the assaulters out in nine seconds flat, another group of people had joined in, fighting the same people he had been. As it turned out, the woman was a girl, and she belonged to the group that had joined in the fight, which happened to be one of the two top gangs in the entire city, the Southside Sharks. When the other gang, the Northside Bikers were finally lying flat on their faces in the mud, the Sharks had fled from the approaching cop sirens, but not before one of them had patted Inuyasha on the shoulder as he ran by.

 

Inuyasha's hair was platinum blonde----scratch that, it was white. And he had dog ears. And he was in the moonlight. It would be pretty damn hard for the Bikers to forget him after the Sharks had created the image that he was one of them, especially after he had run, also not wanting to meet with the cops.

 

He couldn't help it if he lived in Kikenchitai city, it was the only place he could afford to live. He and his father had never been really close, but after his mother died, the glue began to melt away. Then his father had done the unspeakable. He had engaged Inuyasha to a friend's daughter.

 

For Christ's sake! Did his father even know that they were living in the 21st century?! It wasn't that he hated Kikyo, but he sure as hell didn't want to get married to her. Maybe if he gave her time… but if he returned to his previous life, there wouldn't be time. He be dragged of to the altar the second he walked in the door.

 

“You're quiet.” Miroku noted with a laugh, his usual purple shirt catching the street lamp's light. Miroku always wore purple, no matter what anyone said to or about him.

 

“Feh.” Inuyasha sniffed, not wanting to start a conversation. He was a bubbling cheerleader or a goth person who cut themselves, this was pretty normal behavior for him. Get used to it.

 

“Just saying.” Miroku shrugged. Miroku didn't live in the same city as Inuyasha, but he felt sorry for his best friend or something and always came to visit. Not like Inuyasha asked him to or anything.

 

Miroku got the easy everything. Easy family, money coming from his rich father, easy job where he talked to girls all the time; and Inuyasha got the crappy two roomed apartment with holes in the walls and ceiling, tough job, tough neighborhood, a stick-up-the-ass brother, a pushy father… the list went on and on.

 

Inuyasha sniffed the air again, the wind was blowing in the wrong direction and it was faint, but the smell was there. Too much aftershave, rusty metal from guns, and 50-year-old jeans.

 

“Shit.” Inuyasha hissed, looking around, his ears swiveling 360 degrees to find the source of that smell. He stepped to the side so he and Miroku were back to back, it would be easier for him to protect Miroku that way.

 

“What?” Miroku asked, his human nose and ears far to feeble to be any help here.

 

“Hey Inuyasha.” A voice called from an ally. “Who's your boyfriend? Why don't you introduce us?” snickering came from other allies all around them.

 

“Sorry?” Miroku asked, politely, trying to keep his temper, which he had a much easier time doing than the boy beside him. “I happen to be straight.” Inuyasha couldn't help but roll his eyes at the comment.

 

More snickering from the dark. A boy stepped out, his nose outrageously crooked from the first time he and Inuyasha had met. This boy was the ring leader, and had fallen victim to Inuyasha's first punch dealt out when he jumped in to save a girl that didn't need saving. The boy pulled a pocketknife from his leather jacket and flicked it open, more people stepping out from ally ways around him.

 

“You should really get that nose looked at.” Inuyasha said smugly. “Or what's left of it, though even the plastic surgeons might not be able to do anything about it.”

 

The boy sniffed. Inuyasha had never found out his name, and he didn't need to. This time he was going to go for an eye. Maybe the prick would leave him alone if he couldn't see well enough. Every time they fought, Inuyasha won, and yet, the ringleader kept coming back for more.

 

“Get him.” The boy said quietly. At once, twenty boys charged the two from all sides, some bearing knives.

 

Inuyasha was about to tell Miroku to get the hell out of there, when Miroku's foot snaked around his leg and pulled a metal pole on the ground towards him. Inuyasha laughed. They were going to fight.

 

Miroku was good with a stick. His skills were no where near matching Inuyasha's, but it was definitely something, considering he was human. People gathered around the scene, pulling out their cell phones and calling police, friends, ambulances. The Bikers went flying as Inuyasha and Miroku dealt with them, all sporting brand new bruises and cuts, some even broken limbs. Inuyasha loved to fight, but these pushovers were just a pain in the ass.

 

He liked to fight with his friend Bankotsu and Bankotsu's brother Jakotsu, and sometimes with his childhood friend Hiten.

 

Inuyasha started to cross the eight feet between himself the leader as the last Biker lackee fell. “Any last words?” he asked, tightening his fist, cracking a knuckle.

 

The leader looked around in almost a panic, his eyes finally resting on Inuyasha, and then on Miroku behind him, twirling the pole effortlessly in one hand. He gritted his teeth and reached into his pocket.

 

“Another knife?” Inuyasha began, freezing in his tracks when the boy pulled out a gun and aimed it straight at Inuyasha's.

 

Inuyasha didn't have time to blink before the boy said: “See you in hell.” and pulled the trigger.

 

 

 

Inuyasha wrenched his eyes open. Sirens were blaring in his ears and what felt like hundreds of people were crowding him, touching him, poking at his chest where his left pectoral burned like he'd been stabbed, but he knew it was a different kind of wound.

 

“Can you hear me?” a voice asked, laying their hands on his forehead.

 

“I'm going to kill that bastard.” Inuyasha spit, trying to push himself up. That boy was dead when he found him.

 

Hundreds of cries of “No!” and hands pushing him back down bombarded him. He still couldn't process anything, and his raging headache wasn't being helped by all of these sounds.

 

People were screaming. Tires screeched on the pavement. Inuyasha could hear, but everything was just a blur. The sounds of “We're loosing him!” echoed in his ears, but he couldn't register that they were talking about him.

 

“---can't help him any more here---”

 

“---get the stretcher---”

 

“---can you hear me?---”

 

“---don't close your eyes---”

 

“---stay with me---”

 

“---get the defibrillator!---”

 

Inuyasha knew what that was. It was a jolt of electricity sent through the heart to start it or regulate it. He could hear it powering up, and expected to feel pain, or fire, but none came.

 

“---clear!---”

 

“---didn't work---”

 

“---try again---”

 

“---clear!---”

 

“---still no?---”

 

“---try once more!---”

 

“---clear!---”

 

“---pulse is regular again---”

 

“---stay with us kid!---”

 

“---and up on three---”

 

The paramedics lifted the stretcher and secured it in the ambulance, slamming the doors as it careened off down the black roads. The police shoved a kicking boy into the back of a cruiser as the ambulence pulled out of sight.

 

“You better hope he doesn't sue.” A cop told the boy.

 

“If he lives.” The boy snarled and thrashed against his bonds, watching as the cops rounded up the ones in his gang that hadn't come around in time to get away.

 

Hospital

 

“20-human-year-old demon with two gun shots to the left pectoral, no other wounds.” A man said, pushing Inuyasha's stretcher into the hands of a doctor and handing the man Inuyasha's report.

 

“Bullets?” the man asked, flipping through the pages quickly before setting it down.

 

“Didn't go through. He's a demon, so he's stronger, even after taking the shots point blank.”

 

Inuyasha began to panic. He was in a hospital. They would ask for his name, address, family to contact… He freaked and started struggling.

 

“No, you're going to be fine!” a set of hands pushed him back down, but it took another six doctors to fully restrain him when he continued to fight them.

 

“You need to stop moving sir!” someone shouted. “You'll bleed out!”

 

Inuyasha slowed, he was loosing consciousness. What was going on? Where did he get hit anyway? Someone had said something about a lung, or the bullet missing it, but he didn't really know.

 

"O.R. three is open.” A woman called.

 

“Get him in there fast, don't loose him!”

 

Inuyasha longed to hold his head as the stretcher rattled down the hallways. With people yelling left and right, his headache was about to kill him.

 

“Get the anesthesia!”

 

“He's a demon, so 30 milligrams should be good.”

 

30 milligrams? Holy crap, are they trying to kill me? They can't even figure out that I'm half demon? Inuyasha tried to turn his head to ask the doctor where he had been shot, but only a wet gurgle emerged from his mouth.

 

Inuyasha felt the pressure of the needle in his arm, and what was already blurry, went black.

 

Seven Hours and Two Surgeries Later

 

Inuyasha groaned and reached his hand up to tear the thing, the nasal mask or whatever it was, off his mouth. He flung it as far as he could away with his sore muscles.

 

“Oh, are you awake?” someone asked.

 

“No, I'm dead.” He snapped sarcastically, pushing himself up into a sitting position and opened his eyes, closing them again when the sun coming through the open window blinded him. “Can't you shut that window?” he snarled.

 

“Of course sir.” The man moved over to the window and pulled the shade down.

 

Sir? So they don't know who I am yet. Miroku didn't come and ask for me then. I'll have to thank him when I get out of here.

 

“Sir?” a doctor stepped into the room, his hands in his pockets. He had a girl right behind him.

 

At first, Inuyasha blinked, and almost rubbed his eyes, because Kikyo was standing right in front of him, wearing scrubs and a white coat.

 

No, Kikyo's in gymnastics, she isn't a doctor. “You're giving me too much meds.” He grumbled.

 

“Why is that sir?” the doctor asked, his head cocking slightly to the side in confusion.

 

Because I'm hallucinating. “Because my headache is going to kill me.” He said instead.

 

“Well, that's normal.” The doctor laughed, the girl behind him remained stationary. “You took two gunshots to your left pectoral that just barely grazed your lung, you'll feel sore for a while now. You had two surgeries, all by myself and doctor Higurashi, but you shouldn't need any more surgeries.” He gestured to the girl behind him. “And doctor Higurashi will be tending to you, now, if you'll excuse me.”

 

“Higurashi?”

 

The girl nodded and stepped forward, checking his chart and monitor before checking his IV.

 

Then, she's not Kikyo. Phew. Inuyasha sighed mentally.

 

“If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me.” She smiled at him, changing his IV and setting his chart back down on the table.

 

“Doctor Higurashi? Do you know---”

 

“Kagome.” She cut him off.

 

“Huh?”

 

“I hate Doctor Higurashi.” She shivered playfully. “I'm only in college and it makes me feel like I'm fifty. I ask all of my patients to call me that.”

 

“Ok then… well, do you know where I could get some food?”

 

“I'll have some sent up. You shouldn't be walking around yet.” She smiled at him. “Mr.…?”

 

Inuyasha panicked. I can't tell her my real name, my damn father or brother will hunt me down if they know I live around here. “Uh, Inuyasha… Ningenteki.” I guess I'll go with mom's maiden name, keep it simple so I don't get lost in a lie. (Ningenteki means human.)

 

“Ningenteki.” Kagome repeated, writing it down on her chart and flipping it closed. “I'll have someone bring you up a menu.”

 

Inuyasha slid back down into bed, checking the labels on his three IVs. They were all pain meds, so he pulled the needles from his arm. The sooner he was off them, the sooner he could escape and not have to worry about someone finding out his real name. He would have Miroku pay for it and then work to pay him back later.

 

“Kagome!” he called to her as he remembered something.

 

“Yes?” she asked, ducking back into his room.

 

“What would my bill be about now?”

 

“Oh, um, well, we'll get that figured out after you're released.” She smiled a little confusedly at him.

 

“Yeah, just for, like right now.”

 

“Um…” she flipped his chart open again and skimmed the contents quickly. “Right at this moment, your total is 4,250 dollars. 2,000 for each surgery, 200 for paramedics and after surgery care, and 50 for the meds you're on now.”

 

Inuyasha gaped. With the cost of his living expenses, it would take him months to pay it back, even with his both of his jobs as a mechanic and a bouncer. Ah, hell, he might as well leave now before it gets any higher.

 

“Thanks.” Inuyasha croaked, a little dazed from the insanly high price. Kagome nodded and walked away.

 

Presently someone came in with a menu, Inuyasha waved it away. “Not hungry.” He mumbled. The girl shrugged and left.

 

He waited until she had left and then slid out of bed, making sure that the meds had worn of enough that he could stand without falling and giving himself another concussion. He padded over to the closet and found his clothes, slipping into the bathroom and making sure the door was locked behind him.

 

He yanked on his cargo jeans with some difficulty, pulling his red t-shirt over his head while simultaneously jamming a baseball hat over his ears. He stepped out of the bathroom, making sure that no one was watching as he stepped into his adidas sneakers, the stripes red. He tapped the toe on the floor to get them on right and checked the closet to make sure that nothing else of his was there.

 

He poked his head out of his door, his ears swiveling to make sure that no one was looking before making a dash for the stairwell. He almost yelled out loud as the pain in his chest hit him like a sludge hammer. He'd taken hits before, and learned how to cut stitches because of previous hospital escapes, but it felt like acid was being rubbed into the wound.

 

He jumped down the stairs a flight at a time, poking his head around the corner to see how many people were in the main lobby. Jeez, what hospital was he in anyway? The crowd here was enough to pack a jumbo jet to the brim.

 

He groaned and reached for the handle, pulling his hat brim down over his eyes, walking quickly to the door and not stopping to look back to see if he was being followed until he was six blocks away.

 

He groaned. God his chest hurt. He pressed a hand to it, but not enough to make it noticeable or suspicious as he made his way to Miroku's, turning when he smelled hospital coats.

 

“Shit.” He hissed, smelling his doctor come running out of the hospital, the man yelled for some people to look that way while he checked the other direction. This was bad, his hair was a dead give away. Inuyasha started walking faster and ran into the first barbershop he saw.

 

“Good day sir---” the man started.

 

“I need a dye job.” Inuyasha cut him off, sitting in the chair and checking to make sure he had enough cash. He did, but barely. “Black, and make it fast.”

 

“You get lots of old jokes or something?” the man chuckled, throwing the cloth over Inuyasha and getting out the black dye.

 

“Something like that.” Inuyasha nodded. “But seriously, make it fast.”

 

“Hot date?” the man asked, lining up his equipment. “I can go an hour at the minimum.”

 

“Do that.” Inuyasha muttered. “But I do have a date in 50 minutes…”

 

“Well, then I better get started.” The man said, opening the bottle. Inuyasha gagged. Good lord that smell was strong. “Not good planning on your part, though I you ask me.” the man chided.

 

“Tell me about it.” Inuyasha muttered.

 

45 Minutes Later

 

Inuyasha placed his 95 dollars on the counter and managed to dig up another five for a tip. He jammed his baseball hat over his ears and checked the mirror. When you couldn't see his ears, he looked human, like on the night of the new moon. He nodded thanks and walked out, going in the opposite direction from the smell of hospital coats.

 

He ran up to Miroku's dorm building and jumped up the stairs, rapping his best friend's door.

 

“What?” Miroku snapped from inside.

 

“Me.” Inuyasha called. Miroku pulled open the door, yawning and scratching his head like an ape.

 

"Do you have any idea what time it is?” he accused. “Couldn't you have waited a day to do a jail break?”

 

Inuyasha escaping hospitals wasn't new to him by a long shot. Then he registered what he was looking at. “What did you do to your hair?”

 

“Dyed it.” Inuyasha said flatly.

 

"No crap.” Miroku muttered, the sighed loudly. “How much do you need?” he said finally.

 

“4,250.” Inuyasha returned apologetically.

 

Miroku blinked. “Seriously?” he verified, groaning when Inuyasha nodded.

 

“I'm going to pay you back.” Inuyasha snapped.

 

“You always do.” Miroku muttered, handing him some cash. Inuyasha grabbed an envelope and stuffed it in the envelope, scribbling `Inuyasha Ningenteki's bill' on the front.

 

“Thanks.” He mumbled and walked out the door.

 

“See you at The Dancer tomorrow.” Miroku muttered through a yawn, talking about the club they both worked at. Miroku was a bar tender, unlike Inuyasha's bouncer job. Miroku got to serve girls alcohol while Inuyasha got to throw drunk, sometime armed, 80 year old men out the back door.

 

“Yeah, yeah.” Inuyasha sighed.

 

Half an hour later he was back outside the hospital. Dawn was just peaking over the horizon, it was light enough that he had to be careful. He dashed to the side of the building and jumped up, grabbing the emergency latter and swinging himself up. He looked into each room on that side of the hospital until he found his scent in one of the rooms. He dropped the envelope inside so the person changing the beds heard the thunk against the floor and turned. Inuyasha jumped down, collapsing momentarily when his wound felt like it had been stabbed. He scooted himself under the latter so the person leaning out the window looking for him wouldn't see him.

 

Inuyasha pushed himself to his feet and ran the second the person disappeared back inside the room. He would go home and take some Valium and sleep for the entire day until he had to wake up to go work at The Dancer.

 

He only worked as a mechanic from seven to four on weekdays, but he worked at the Dancer the entire week. Thank god it was Saturday, he needed to sleep.

 

He furrowed his brow. Why the heck did that Kagome look so much like Kikyo? Is fate trying to torture me?