InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Simple and Clean ❯ My Apologies Mr. Kagayaku ( Chapter 17 )

Sorry, had to revise this chapter a little, I found more than a few spelling errors (>.<;;;).

Hello again all my readers! Here's a fun fact: January 19th is the anniversary (one year) of Simple and Clean! Isn't that a happy thought? I'm never good with New Years Resolutions, but this year I am resolving to update faster (hopefully…*guilty look*). I know, I know, I took forever to update. BUT I have a perfectly good excuse: I was sick all of this week due to a cold and was bedridden with so many cups of chicken noodle soup that I probably will never be able to look at the stuff ever again. Yes, that means that horrible as it was-I was sick on Christmas *SOB*. See, now this is your chance to cheer me up and review *hint hint*. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me this long and to all of the people who reviewed, you guys rock my world (puny and pathetic as it is…)!

Chapter 17

My Apologies, Mr. Kagayaku

Kagome's mother sighed as she hung up the phone. This had never happened before. Kagome had never skipped school before, she was a good kid. When she called up Ari to make sure that Kagome had gotten to school okay, Ari hadn't even woken the two girls up yet. When she had gone in to check on the two girls, Sango was asleep, but Kagome was missing. I should have known, this is Ari I'm trusting to be responsible. Mrs. Higurashi just hoped that Kagome had a good excuse.

[meanwhile]

As Ari left the room, Sango opened her eyes. She unfolded the piece of paper that had been tucked securely into the palm of her fist so that her mother wouldn't notice it. She raised an eyebrow, then smiled as she read it.

Sango-

Gone to Inuyasha's, don't worry about me,

be back as soon as I can.

Love,

Kagome

She's become a delinquent in the face of love. Grinning to herself, Sango drifted off to sleep again.

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By the time Kagome had reached the front door of the broken down old house, she was breathing hard and her throat was painfully dry. Her heart pounded in her head and Kagome found it hard to walk as her vision blurred. Shaking her head to clear her eyes, she took a deep breath, wetting her lips. She started slowly towards the front door of the house.

Kagome didn't bother knocking (ringing the doorbell was out of the question-there was none), but instead tried to open the door. She was ready to kick the door in, but to her surprise, it opened easily. Now she definitely knew that something was amiss. The feeling was everywhere.

Panicked now, she called out, "Inuyasha?! Inuyasha, are you in here? Answer me!" She looked around frantically and when she realized that he was not on the first floor, she headed for the decrepit stairwell. She hoped it wouldn't lead her to misfortune. Her heart was pounding harder in her chest now, almost pressing to get out.

Making it all of the way up the stairway, her legs burning up again from her bicycle ride, the young girl whipped her head around, hoping for the world that she wasn't too late. Spotting an open door to her right, she sprinted into it. The sight on the bed confirmed her worst fears. Backing up against the wall, she collapsed from exhaustion. Fighting through the blackness now threatening to overpower her, Kagome crawled towards the bed, her hand grasping cold flesh.

I'm here now Inuyasha. She gave into the darkness and let it take her.

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Kagome's eyes fluttered open to a bleak scene. A young man lay sprawled out on the moth-eaten sofa-bed, as if sleeping peacefully. His hair spanned out on either side of his head and seeped over the side of the bed as if it was molten silver. From her position on the floor, Kagome could see that his fingertips had turned a mottled shade of blue. She forced her aching body off of the floor, wishing it could go as fast as her racing mind.

Inuyasha wasn't moving, and as she made her way over to the bed, she could tell that his sleep was far from natural. Reaching out a hand to check his neck for a pulse, Kagome felt his cold flesh under her fingertips. She fought the urge to withdraw her hand, and applied pressure to it instead. She felt a faint shadow of a pulse, and an ounce of warmth flowed through her, thawing her cold hands. There was hope yet.

Making her way to the phone, she dialed the hospital. She almost shouted into the receiver when the operator answered, and couldn't stay calm enough to tell the woman what had happened. Instead she only managed to force out the address and then she collapsed on the kitchen floor, letting out a harsh sob that ripped through her body. In her stupor she did not notice the empty translucent-orange prescription bottle lying on its side on the counter.

It seemed like hours before she finally heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance. As they poured into the house, equipped with a stretcher, Kagome let out a weak cry. Mistaking her as the one who needed help, the crew of doctors tried to heft her onto the stretcher. Pushing away from them, she gained enough strength to reprimand them.

"Not me you idiots, the comatose one in the bed upstairs! For Kamis' sake!"

Kagome watched distantly back on the kitchen floor as the doctors loaded Inuyasha's stiff form into the ambulance, shouting directions at one another. She couldn't help thinking to herself; This is the second person to go into the hospital in less than a month… Wondering what she had ever done to deserve all of this misfortune, Kagome let herself be pulled into the ambulance after Inuyasha. The doctors seemed as worried about her as they did about Inuyasha, and that was saying a lot because he was unconscious.

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Sesshomaru scowled as his cellphone rang. Fishing it out of his pants, he scowled for the umpteenth time at the lovely little stickers inhabiting its surface, wondering that if he glared at it long enough they might burn off. No luck. He answered the phone in the customary way,

"What do you want, I'm busy." In fact he wasn't busy at all. Wednesday was his self-proclaimed day-off, which he was spending at a playground. Yes, a playground. Rin had insisted that they go, and Sesshomaru had been obliged to agree. That girl seriously needed exercise. The voice on the other end was unfamiliar and business-like.

"Is this Mr. Sesshomaru Kagayaku?" Sesshomaru examined his nails, already bored with the entire situation. "No, I would not like to buy a pension plan, a vacuum cleaner or electric nose-hair cutters. Leave me alone." He was about to push "off" button when he heard the other voice say, "Wait, Mr. Kagayaku! It's about your brother." Reluctantly the man put the phone to his ear again.

"What's happened this time?" He asked with a sigh, hoping he hadn't done any permanent damage. There was a pause on the other end and then, "I'm sorry to inform you that-"

Rin grabbed the phone from Sesshomaru's hand to tell the person on the other line, "Hello, this is Yoko Ono and I'm calling to say I love you." Then she promptly pressed the off button and handed the phone matter-of-factly back to the astounded supermodel. "Your welcome, Lord Sesshomaru." She bowed once and flounced back to the play-set. Sesshomaru glanced from his phone to Rin and back to his phone again.

"Thank you oh so much Rin." Hoping that Inuyasha hadn't managed to kill himself off yet (that was his job), Sesshomaru sat back against the bench to take a nap.

* * *

It was eleven O'clock in the morning and Mrs. Higurashi had gotten her underwear in a large sailor knot. Kagome had been missing for more than twelve hours and neither Sango nor her mother knew where she was. When she phoned the school they reported that she had been absent for the last two days and there was no way to call Inuyasha, his number wasn't in the phone book and Sango didn't know it either. From what Sango had said (or hadn't said) she had surmised that the two teens were together, wherever they were. That was when she received the phone call.

"Mrs. Higurashi? This is Intensive Care Unit at Tokyo Downtown Hospital; a Kagome Higurashi would like to talk to you." Kagome's mother almost dropped the phone. What in Kami's name had happened to her daughter? Kagome's voice flowed through the phone. It was quiet, and very afraid. "Mommy, It's Inuyasha. I-I found him at his house; he was unconscious. He won't wake up!" Her voice crackled as she sobbed through the phone.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

"No," Came the pitiful reply.

"Okay. Hold tight honey, I'm coming to pick you up. It's gonna be okay." Mrs. Higurashi said into the phone, trying to calm her daughter down, "It's going to be alright."

* * *

The lids of Inuyasha's eyes were hot. The sun was beating mercilessly down upon his unprotected face. As his eyes fluttered open, he shielded them from the light. Where am I? He rubbed his head, trying to remember. As he did so he felt something unnatural. Actually, two things. They were weird, furry, and perched on the top of his head.

"What the hell?" He mumbled aloud. Running his hand down the side of his face, he found another wrongness. Something was missing. Sitting up awkwardly he felt the top of his head and then the side. "Holy shit, fuzzy triangles of doom have stolen my ears!"

* * *

Inuyasha had stayed perfectly still for the last twenty hours. No movement, not even a twitch. His eyes had stayed shut, and yet his heart rate had stayed perfectly normal. The doctors had diagnosed an overdose on prescription drugs, and yet they were puzzled as he steadily had become better overnight. The warmth and color had returned to his body and he was perfectly healthy. Well, healthy except for the fact that he was still unconscious.

Kagome had stayed by his side the entire time, occasionally bursting out in uncontrollable tears, other times refusing to talk or move entirely. The doctors finally coaxed her to drink some tea and call her mother, but it had taken them a while.

She was now waiting for her mother to arrive, to take her away from Inuyasha. She couldn't help thinking that she was abandoning him in his time of need. Taking his hand in hers she whispered to his unmoving form, "I'm so sorry," tears began to trickle down her face, "-so sorry." She didn't hear the door open behind her.

Koga surveyed the scene. He had found out about what had happened from the nurses: they couldn't keep their mouths shut about anything, even if their lives depended on it. Inuyasha lay on the hospital bed, monitors buzzing about him. If he was in pain, his face didn't show it. As a matter of fact, it seemed perfectly bland; no emotion whatsoever. Koga's eyes strayed to the woman in the plastic chair by the side of the bed. Her head was resting on the bed, hair splayed haphazardly over her face. Her body was shaking slightly and the doctor could tell that she was crying.

Placing a hand on the woman's back he asked, "Ma'am, are you alright? Do you-" The assistant doctor never finished his sentence because the woman had raised her head to look at him. The woman was Kagome. "I-it's all my fault!" She sobbed, collapsing into Koga's hands. Bewildered, the doctor froze for a moment, and then eased the distraught girl back up onto her chair. "It's going to be fine Kagome..." The doctors condoled the girl until another concerned person burst through the doors.

This time, it was not another doctor, but instead a woman who Koga only assumed had to be Kagome's mother. Spotting the girl, Mrs. Higurashi swept her up into a tight embrace. "I was so afraid Kagome, I thought…" Mrs. Higurashi stopped speaking as her eyes fell on Inuyasha's unmoving form. Turning her now frightened eyes to Koga she asked, "Is he-?" Koga shook his head solemnly, but couldn't bring himself to explain what had happened; for fear that the knot in his throat would tighten even more. Mrs. Higurashi seemed to find the doctor's answer all that she needed, because she swept out of the room with a quite distressed Kagome, leaving the doctors to sort out Inuyasha.

Kagome extended her arm behind her mother, grasping for Inuyasha, but she was already to far away. Don't die Inuyasha, not now when I've just realized just how much I love you!

* * *

The sun crept behind the trees surrounding the park, and the bright colors of the sunset bled into one another, competing to follow the sun into darkness. Sesshomaru admired the view for the first time in a very long time. Sighing, he wished that his life wasn't so complicated. As he began to rise stiffly from the park bench, his cell phone rang again. He seriously considered burying the damned thing in the playground sand, but decided against it.

"Yes?"

"Is this Mr. Sessho-"

"Yes."

"It's about your brother. You know, Inuyasha-"

"I am fully aware of my brother's name, thank you very much."

"Yes, well," The person on the other end of the phone was beginning to sound quite nervous, "He, is, umm, currently in a state of coma, and since you are his closest relative, we need you to come in and take care of a few things-namely treatment." Sesshomaru sighed exasperatedly. A horrible end to what he had hoped would be a peaceful day.

"Where is he now?" Sesshomaru asked unenthusiastically.

"Tokyo Downtown Hospital, sir." The secretary (or whoever that unfortunate person was) cleared his throat, "My sincerest apologies Mr. Kagayaku."

Beckoning to Rin to stop chasing a squirrel, Sesshomaru jotted down the hospital address and ICU phone number. "I'll be over as soon as I can. Would tomorrow be okay, or do you need me now?"

"Tomorrow is fine, we'll call if any changes occur during that time." The secretary assured him.

"My apologies for all of the trouble my idiot brother may have caused," Sesshomaru said politely, hoping that his half-brothers romp with death didn't tax his checkbook too bad. Tucking the small mechanism into his pocket, he withdrew his keys. "We're going on an adventure tomorrow Rin," Sesshomaru told the girl dully.

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