InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Simple and Clean ❯ Sango's Tears ( Chapter 15 )

Hello again my faithful readers and a big shout out to Leiko_Kane and Kikyou_104 who were awesome enough to find time to review (*hint hint* so should you… it's calling to you ^.^), you rock! Anyways, sorry the last chapter was a little short, also sorry I haven't updated for forever!!! My internet connection crashed and I couldn't get on… stupid viruses (*takes out large bat* DIE!!)… I decided I'm going to (at least try to…) update more, but that might mean I don't do the longest chapters in the world. *ducks as large metal object whizzes past head* don't kill me!!!

P.S. It seems to me, as I read over my openers and closing statements that I have a large fear of being massacred by my reviewers… hmmm, I wonder why that is.

 

Recap:

As Inuyasha left, Totousai looked down at the notes he had written down on his clipboard. His eyes scanned the writing, checking the facts. As he came to his conclusion, he wrote his solution down at the bottom of the paper, shaking his head. He couldn't help hoping the troubled teenager would come back next week. It would add some excitement to his schedule. Leaving the clipboard on the table, he got up for some coffee.

On the space labeled “Diagnosis” only two short sentences were written, but that was all the therapist needed to get his point across.

 

The kid's head over heels in love. The poor sucker.

 

Chapter 15

 

Sango's Tears

 

Sango and Kagome sat in that room for what seemed like ages, silently comforting one another. Each of them was thinking her own thoughts, becoming more and more depressed despite the comfort the other was offering. Sango was feeling particularly emotional. She was remembering.

“He was so young,” She said quietly, pleading with an invisible force, “why?” Kagome looked at Sango, trying to piece together what she had said. Was she talking about Miroku? No, that wouldn't make sense… then-“Who?” Kagome asked, trying to coax Sango to talk. She looked up at Kagome, tears welling in her normally strong, steadfast eyes.

“My brother,” She said, tears coursed steadily down her cheeks now, “My brother Kohaku.” Kagome put her hand comfortingly over her friend's hand, deciding not to pry any deeper into the story for fear of upsetting Sango even more. Sango seemed to have another idea.

“About two years ago, Kohaku was diagnosed with leukemia…” Sango said in a small shaky voice that Kagome had never heard from her strong friend before, “He fought so hard, he was so strong.” She said, a smile tilted one side of her face out of its misery, disappearing in a split-second, but not before Kagome caught the glimmer of pride in Sango's eyes.

“The doctors said they had caught it too late; that he only had a few months at most to live. But Kohaku was strong. He lived far past that.” Sango brushed a tear from her face as she continued, “We all knew deep down that Kohaku's disease wasn't going to be cured… but when he died-just like that-it was... it was…” Sango trailed off as she let out a strangled sob.

“S-so unfair!” Her words, almost a plead, were buried into Kagome's arms as she held her friend. Though her next words were barely audible, Kagome heard them loud and clear, echoing on insider her heart, “He was only ten, why him? Why not me?”

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Sesshomaru rested his head gracefully against the wall of his apartment. He stared at the young girl with disarrayed ponytails and a yellow and orange checkered dress, who was making herself comfortable in his favorite leather chair. Glancing back to the wall, he asked it, “Why couldn't I have gotten the normal child?”

“Sesshomaru-sama, would you like me to-” The toad like animal called Jaken paused, thinking over a word, “-take care or her for you?” The child hopped from the chair smoothly, as if she was light as air, and bounced her way over to Jaken. Bending over to look him straight in the eye, the young girl said in a melancholy voice, “I can take care of myself.” As if stating the obvious, she stuck her tongue out and skipped back to her chair.

Sesshomaru sighed, leaning against the wall to survey the room, “You heard her Jaken.” Putting a hand to his head, he wondered why he even bothered. “Rin,” He said, calling the small girl. Instantly she was at his side, hand on her forehead in a kind of mock salute, “Yes, Sesshomaru-sama!”

“Please go get me a large cup of coffee. I have some things to sort out.” Bowing from the waist down so low that her nose touched her knee, Rin replied in a muffled voice, “Yes, Sesshomaru-sama!”

Against his own will, Sesshomaru felt his mouth twitch slightly, as if to smile. This girl was definitely not normal… reaching into the pockets of his billowing pants, he rummaged for his cellphone. After managing to find a stick of gum, an earring (now where did that come from…) and the extra key to his apartment, he located the phone. Someone had decorated it thoroughly with Hello Kitty stickers. Thank you Rin, just what I've always wanted… all the proof in the world the media needs to confirm their suspicions that I am actually a woman…

Dialing a number, he put the small phone to his elegantly pointed ear. After the third ring, a voice echoed through the cell, sounding a little distant. Sesshomaru could hear laughter and the tinkling of glasses in the background. “Have I caught you at a bad time, Myoga?” He asked, not really caring what the answer would be.

“No, I can talk. What would you like?” Myoga was his manager. He handled everything from appearance to his family's bank account. Sesshomaru decided to make the call a short one, “I would just like you to know that I think that girl is doing my image more bad than good, and was wondering if I could exchange her with one that was less- how shall I put this- psychotic.” Sesshomaru heard an audible sigh from the other line.

“Please work with me here,” Myoga said in a voice coated with honey, “trust me on this one, you look like a model citizen: A rich, but not snobbish designer who fosters a girl who has lost her parents. Trust me on this one.”

“I don't trust anyone, especially not you.” Sesshomaru scoffed.

“Live with it.” Myoga suddenly sounded very tired.

“Can I at least give her a sedative?”

“No.”

As he collapsed into the previously inhabited leather chair, Sesshomaru closed his eyes, wishing for a simpler life, a life not filled with an overly-sugar-high nine-year-old.

“Here's your coffee, Sesshomaru-sama.”

“Thank you Rin, now go fry your brain watching endless hours of television and stop bothering me,” He pondered for a second, “On second thought, go play with Jaken.” In spite of himself, he wondered how his unfortunate half-brother was faring in the face of love.

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Inuyasha stared up at the ceiling, wondering for the hundredth time what Kagome was doing. He felt the familiar barb gauge another wound into his already bleeding heart. He felt for a glass of water as his vision began to blur. Fighting back the urge to crush the glass between his fingers, he placed two or three pills onto his tongue and downed the liquid. As he gulped the water, he wondered why he even bothered to get attached to people anymore. It was too much to take, he wanted out, and the only way out now was up.

Downing two more pills, he waited for the effects to kick in. It was wrong, and he knew it plain as the back of his hand, but it was all he could do to forget. The coward part of himself couldn't face the hurt, not yet at least-maybe ever. He had taken the easy way out this time, and he knew that one day that voice in the back of his mind would overpower him. Then, there would be no going back.

“Save me-Kagome.”

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Yah, I know… very depressing. Oh well, I guess it kinda rubbed off of me. I promise to make chapters more upbeat after this, but this part had to be depressing. *dodges flying objects* I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!! Don't kill me okay!?