InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Siren Sisters ❯ Found At Last ( Chapter 9 )

CHAPTER 9: FOUND AT LAST

His head hurt like bitch, literally. He was afraid to open his eyes and see he had fallen to the bottom of a cliff or something. It pounded horribly, like his brain had been stolen or something. Least to say the rest of him felt like shit. It felt like his stomach was trying to climb its way up his throat, and he barely had the strength to lift an arm. Faintly, he heard feet shuffling, and a warm hand hold him still. He complied, since it felt really bad trying to move his legs, and the shuffling moved away. There was water pouring, and a bit of silence before more movement was heard. The feet came back, and the person's clothes ruffled as they sat down. He smelled lilacs, dew and lavender.

“Here, drink this. It'll help your stomach too,” a low voice said, kind and smooth, with an odd accent.

He felt something brought to his lips, and he smelled mint and a sweet scent, maybe chamomile. He opened his mouth and the person poured the tea in, making him swallow it all. He sighed when he was done and laid back further into the bed he was on. His brows crossed. He was on a bed?

“How are you feeling?” the voice, said, clearer this time, and noticed it was female.

“Like shit,” he croaked out and lifted his right arm, but hissed when a stiff cramp ran through it. She came back and pushed his arm down.

“Take it slow, it's only been one day. The poison was pretty powerful.”

“Poison?” he groaned, and forced one eye open. He looked upon the worried face of Kagome, who was prodding his shoulder painfully. He grabbed her hand, “stop, that hurts.”

She snorted, “of course it's going to hurt, don't you remember? You have a hole in the middle of your shoulder.”

“What?” Inuyasha barked slightly, and sat up on his elbows, only to growl in pain. Kagome laid a hand on his chest and gently pushed him down.

“Hold still, I have to check the wound.” She reached down, and he noticed for the first time half his body was wrapped in white cloth. He also noticed her shaky fingers. Come to think of it, she looked kind of pale too.

“Kagome.”

She ignored him, and folded back the bandages, scrutinizing the red blotch that was the hole. It was almost completely closed. She went to get up, but Inuyasha was quick, even in his weakened state. She looked at him as he at up, still holding her wrist.

“I have to get the salve for it, let go.”

“Not until you tell me what's going on.” He panted, fresh stings of pain stabbing him. Her look softened.

“Let me get the medicine and I'll talk to you.” He looked hesitant, but released her wrist and sat up fully, slouching over on the edge of the bed. He looked around sleepily, and saw he was in a small room, shelves lined with pouches and jars across from him, and Kagome was to his left fixing something. The smells in it were jumbled and confusing, but he found he could stand it if he breathed through his mouth. She came back with a wooden bowl in her hands, and sat ext to him on the bed.

“Here, let me get these off,” her fingers nimble, she loosened the rest of the bandages, and threw them to the corner of the room. She placed the bowl in her lap, Inuyasha watching curious, and dipped two fingers in the pale green solution. He backed up when she neared it to his chest. She smiled.

“Its only peppermint and chamomile, it's not going to hurt you. Stop being a baby and turn around.” He nodded slowly and exposed his back to her, resting his white locks over his shoulder. He instantly felt an icy coolness spread over his shoulder, cooling the burning pain in it.

“So tell me, why am I here? And where am I?”

Kagome slowly massaged the salve in, “you're in my pub, in my healing room. My first patient actually. You really don't remember what happened?”

Screw what she was saying, no person with nice hands like those should be single and free. He'll make sure of it. Inuyasha closed his eyes pleasurably and resisted the urge to purr. But he snapped back quickly enough. “What? Oh uh, no not really. It's a blur right now.”

She shrugged off his moment of silence, “well, you wanted to talk to me last night, in the clearing. I was getting impatient, you were getting late. I hear something, and it turns out to be you, only injured and bleeding. You were poisoned, it smelled really bad. So I brought you back and...healed you.”

And finally discovered where my true love is.

He nodded, concentrating on anything besides her hands. He did remember going out that night, and he was walking, but everything after that was a blur so far.

“Alright turn around, I have to get the front.”

Obediently, Inuyasha turned around, moved over so she wouldn't fall off the bed. She moved up, bringing one hand to lean him into her other hand, spreading the salve over the almost healed wound. He hung his head to hide the fact he bit his lip. Man she was really good at this. “How long have I been here?”

“Almost a full day, you were dead to the world until now.” She answered, and diverted her gaze from the perfect view she got of his abs and chest. Just keep thinking he's an ordinary patient.

“Have you slept at all?” he asked lowly, picking up on her nervousness.

“A little, but you were so bad off, I couldn't sleep.” Wasn't the peppermint supposed to be cooling? Or was she just getting hotter?

Inuyasha raised his head and looked her directly in the eye, making her stop in her ministrations. “If you say it was that bad, even though I am half demon, why am I healed so quickly?”

At that she looked away and got up, managing to avoid his swipe at her. He saw her shoulders were tense and her breathing was forced. But she went about cleaning up. “Healer's secret, I guess.”

Oh no, she wasn't getting off that easy. He narrowed his eyes at her back and got up silently. “I've seen healers at work...” he crept up behind her and lowered to her ear, “and none of them have done this good. Tell me, what did you do?”

She jumped when she felt his breath on her ear, and dared not to lean back. Just knowing he was so close made her skin tingle with needles. “I ...I can't tell you...”

He liked this game. Inuyasha grinned, and traced a finger along her arm, making her shiver. “Why not?”

Oh if he didn't stop...”because...you didn't tell me.”

He paused, and eyed her jaw, contemplating. “About what?”

“The little girl at the pond.”

She felt him freeze behind her, his hand on her arm tightening. The hand let go, and she was suddenly engulfed in his arms, holding her close. “How did you find out?”

She leaned back her head, letting out puffs of breath. “I healed you...I saw things.”

She was suddenly flipped around, met with his narrow eyed gaze. “Saw things? What are you talking about?”

She didn't look at him, and instead played with the ends of his hair. She licked her dry lips, her brain trying to scramble together an explanation. “Well, I...you know I heal with herbs right? Well...I ...I have gift. Another thing my mother me, about healing. You were so bad, I didn't know what else to do. So I ...I healed you, gave you a part myself, my strength.”

She looked away, afraid of what he might think. She wasn't ashamed, just careful of how people reacted about being treated with magic. She had a few people who were uncomfortable about her when they learned of her gift. But it was only half a gift, for what she gave was taken away from her.

Inuyasha eyed the short girl in his arms, how she nervously darted her eyes back and forth. Would she really think it was strange to him? He's seen plenty of magic, so this was no different. So why did she shake in his arms? Smell of slight fatigue? Gave you a part of myself, my strength. His eyes widened in realization. Now wonder she was pale and weak, she had given him the strength to heal. And by the looks of it, it was a lot. Inuyasha snorted softly and pulled her closer, resting his chin on her head. She sighed nervously, and snuggled into his warmth. God she felt so chilled.

“So you know...how do you feel about that?” he whispered, ad hugged her close. She wrapped her arms around him.

“Complete,” she mumbled and rubbed a cheek against his shoulder. He smiled, and pulled back, tipping her chin up with a finger. She smiled tiredly at him. “So what happens now?”

“This,” Inuyasha brought his mouth down gently, and pressed and warm kiss on her soft lips.

“Hey Kagome, I went and ordered the oats and wheat we need—“again, Sango walked in to a fairly odd moment. One, Inuyasha seemed to be healed, and two, he was kissing her sister. She would have been angry about that, but awkwardness won out. “Uh...”

Kagome laughed and pulled away, “its okay Sango, I'll explain later.”

Sango grinned crookedly, and crossed her arms, leaning on the doorway, “so I take you healed him?”

“Yep,” Inuyasha chirped, and rotated his shoulder, “feel better than ever.”

“That's good to hear, you looked horrible before. O wait, you always do, anyways—“she wasn't interrupted again by Inuyasha's growl, but by footsteps thundering up the stairs. Sango backed away, and a winded Miroku came into view. He doubled over slightly, but came back up.

“I've been looked everywhere for you! Your—hey, where did that wound come from?”

Inuyasha waved it off, finding his haroi on a chair. “It's nothing, what are you doing here?”

Miroku suddenly looked serious, and gave Inuyasha a look, “Inuyasha, we have a problem. Or should I say, you do.”