InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The day I saved him ❯ Twisted into submission? ( Chapter 6 )

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CHAPTER-VI

Insane? That's it.

The great welling of anger that had been building up inside her ever since she had been cornered by the paparazzi that morning overcame her and she lunged at him. She caught him around his middle and they fell back against the linoleum floor in a struggling heap. Kagome was on top, straddling his hips and landing insignificant punches on his forearm and chest. The guy simply lay beneath her trying as best as he could to protect his face from her rage-infused pummeling.

Kazu ran forward and pulled her back, off of the other guy. Kagome still consumed with an anger she couldn't control, flailed her arms out as if trying to reach for the guy. Her hair was disheveled and falling forward against her snarling mouth. She blew it away in impatience. Her chest was heaving with anger and she looked ready to kill the other guy.

“What the hell is your problem? Sheesh,” the guy said, straightening his coat lapels and dusting off imaginary dust from his coat sleeves.

“My problem?” Kagome snarled, her teeth gritted in anger. “No one calls me insane!”

“Well no sane person does what you did to my half-brother. No sane person is admitted to that hellhole of a mental institution where you apparently resided until now.”

Kagome froze, startled. She felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown upon her. She had completely forgotten that she was pretending to be someone else, and that that person was insane. She looked down unable to meet the guy's golden gaze. She had completely given up the entire ruse. She had to do something, say something to make amends. But when she opened her mouth, she found that her mind was a complete blank. She floundered, opening and closing her mouth, trying to get something, anything resembling an explanation out of her mouth.

Thankfully Kazu came to her rescue.

“Come on, Yasha. She just got out of the mental institution. She doesn't need you needling her about it. She feels bad enough as it is for what she did to your brother.”

“Half-brother,” InuYasha said, reminding Kazu about the lack of warmth in the brothers' relationship.”And it's InuYasha, not Yasha, not Inu. How many times do I have to repeat that to you?”

“Of course, Yasha,” Kazu replied, grinning. He took extra pleasure in irritating InuYasha, especially because it was always easy enough to incite his ire.

InuYasha glared at Kazu, his jaw clenching in fury.

A low moan emanating from the floor brought Kagome's attention back to the woman on the floor. She remembered then that InuYasha had been on the verge of choking her when they had walked in. She fixed him a steady glare.

“What did you do to her?!” she exclaimed.

“I did nothing!” he protested

But Kagome was not listening to him. She turned and walked toward the prone figure, and kneeled down beside her. She leaned over and touched her pale white throat. A steady pulse beat against her finger and Kagome let out a sigh of relief. The woman was alive, and with the amount of moaning that the woman was exhaling Kagome guessed that the woman would be coming around anytime soon.

“I did nothing to her!” InuYasha repeated, walking forward until he was standing exactly behind Kagome.

“Thank god she's still alive,” she said, before standing up and glaring at him again. “No thanks to you!”

“Hey, hey. Stop right there. You can't accuse me of-“ he gestured towards the prone woman on the floor in protest”-this.”

“Well, weren't you choking her when we entered?”

“God, you have an overactive imagination. Really you do.” He sighed, as if he were tired of explaining himself to her.” I was just leaning over her to check her pulse. To see if she was still alive.”

“Like I'd really believe the word of a criminal, a murderer, a choker of poor old women!”

“Keh!” He threw up his hands in frustration. He was done talking to this stupid little girl. He simply glared at her, his anger rising to the fore. He was a police detective, for god's sakes. He wasn't used to puny little females talking to him like this. But damn if he would protest anymore about his innocence. The girl could believe whatever the hell she wanted to believe.

“Uh, Neesan,” Kazu interjected in the sudden silence that had fallen between them. The air around them fairly crackled with barely-suppressed anger and Kazu couldn't help wondering whether they were going start throwing punches again. Well, if they did, his money was on Kagome. She looked as if she was capable of taking care of herself in a fight, and he wouldn't put it past InuYasha to back down. No man in his right mind would fight a girl, no matter how angry or frustrated he was with the said girl.

“What?” Kagome snarled, not taking her eyes off of InuYasha.

“He is prolly telling you the truth. He is one of the top police detectives in our country. In fact he has several medals to prove his honor and valor.”

“What?” she cried out, repeating the same word but now it was laced with a different tone: disbelief.

“Really, Neesan. Yasha, show her your badge.”

“I don't care to prove the truth about my occupation to the likes of her,” InuYasha replied.

His tone was caustic enough to jab her right where it hurt the most. She drew back with a sharp gasp. Hurt suddenly clouded her cocoa eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she whispered, her words soft as they moved past the sudden blockage in her throat. She blinked furiously to keep the tears at bay.

Shit! InuYasha was instantly repentant. He hadn't meant to say that, but somehow his anger had come to the fore making him more venomous than usual. He wanted to say something to wipe the hurt away from her face, but he didn't know what he could say that would make it right, make his words go away. He wasn't equipped for social situations like this. He was unused to handling female emotions and damn this little slip of a girl for making him feel such new feelings like guilt or caring about whether his words hurt someone else. He knew only death and destruction; he didn't want to know caring and remorse.

Maybe that was why he had stayed away from this particular female from the start. He had known back then, as clearly as he knew now, that she incited some unfamiliar feelings inside him. Kikyo Hino was not for him; she didn't suit his way of life.

Ever since he had been a child, the only love he had been freely offered was his mother's. When his mother had passed away, the love cocooned safely in his heart had disappeared, buried beside his mother inside her grave. He had never opened himself to love again. He had been on a steady path since then, with only one goal in his mind: protect the innocent and overthrow the evil. He had never wavered. He had never stumbled. That is, until the day he had seen Kikyo Hino from afar.

He shook his head to clear away memories long passed.

The moaning began again, this time with more fervor and vigor. Kagome turned away from InuYasha. She walked over to the side table beside Sesshoumaru's bed and picked up the pitcher of water someone had thoughtfully placed upon it. With nary a word, she walked over to the woman and knelt down beside her. Pouring some water in the cup of her palm, she sprinkled some on the woman's face. The woman's eyes fluttered as if she was in the motions of a very bad dream from which she wished to wake up but couldn't. Slowly, as if with a great effort borne of Hercules himself, the woman's eyelids lifted to reveal pale golden eyes, very similar to her son's. She looked up at Kagome, her gaze flitting past her to InuYasha and then back to her.

“Who are you?” she intoned, her tone one of imperial command.

“I'm-“ Kagome broke off, catching sight of Kazu's furiously shaking head, before remembering their charade. “I'm Kikyo Hino.”

“I know who you are. We have met, you know,” she said, her tone implying that she hadn't had a clue before now, but was just saying that to save face. “Help me up, girl!” She held one hand out daintily, as if she were some kind of queen and Kagome her loyal and submissive page.

Kagome instantly gave her a hand up. She was somewhat scared of the older woman's imperial tone and wasn't up to rebelling at any command given to her.

“Oh my poor Sesshy! My poor poor son.” She ran over to the bed and lay a hand upon Sesshoumaru's forehead.

“What happened to him?” she asked Kazu, a royal command to divulge all and everything about her son.

“He's in a coma,” was Kazu's only reply.

Mrs. Takahashi wailed, her hands covering her face.

“Keh,” snorted InuYasha as he rolled his eyes. He had seen enough melodrama in the span of the last hour than he had ever seen in his entire career as a police detective. Not even victims exhibited this level of hysteria. His step-mother could put them all to the pale.

“InuYasha, come here.”

Mrs.Takahashi held out one hand for him to take. InuYasha thought of jumping out the window. He didn't want to take her hand and console her. He just didn't want to face any more of her melodrama. But no one refused the command of Inukimi Takahashi. She was relentless when refused.

He took her hand and went to stand beside her. He looked down at his half- brother. They had never been close, Sesshoumaru off in his own world, and InuYasha off in his own. They had never had much to talk about, not with Sesshoumaru's cold glances and harsh critique of his half-brother's actions. Sesshoumaru was never warm and InuYasha hadn't even bothered to warm up to his step-mother or half-brother; they clearly didn't want him and he didn't want them. He was better off alone.

“I heard from Kazu that your brother was attacked,” Inukimi said, lightly stroking the knuckles of InuYasha's hand.

“Half-brother,” he gritted out. How many times did he have to repeat that?

“Brother,” Inukimi intoned, startling InuYasha with the force behind the word.

Inukimi had never liked InuYasha. To her, he would always be the reminder that her husband had fallen in love with a lowly woman like Izayoi and had borne a son from that love. She had always been insistent on treating InuYasha lower than Sesshoumaru. She had even taken great pleasure in pointing out that InuYasha would measure up to only half of what Sesshoumaru was, always persistent in keeping the brothers seperated. Now what was she up to?

“Someone wants to kill your brother, it seems,” Inukimi said, pointing out the obvious. She stroked his hand again. It took great effort on his part not to snatch his hand away. Inukimi's hands were icy-cold and InuYasha felt his skin prickle on the spot where she rubbed.

“What do you want me to do about it?” InuYasha asked, struggling to free his hand from her firm clasp.

“I want you to look into it,” she replied, tightening her grip.

“So that's why you begged me to come down here today. To save your son. Well, I have another case I'm working on and I really don't have the time… Ow.. Owww!” InuYasha's face screwed up with pain. Inukimi was twisting his hand, her nails digging into the flesh at his wrist and it hurt like hell. He tried to shake off her grip but she held fast.

“You will do it or else..” she trailed off, the threat hanging in the air like an ominous cloud.

“I don't- owww! Okay okay I will do it. God, let me go!”

Inukimi released his hand and gave him a beatific smile.

“I knew you just couldn't stand watching your brother killed.”

“Half-brother,” he repeated again. God, he hated repeating it over and over again. When were these people going to get it?

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