InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Till Death ❯ Ch.9 ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter Nine

 

Kagome woke up with a massive headache; she felt that her head was about to burst open with the searing pain. She let out a soft groan, and lifted one hand up to her head, finding it burning to the touch she let out a yelp. Things didn't seem to be going her way today, but as she remembered what had happened, she wondered what day it was. Sango was hurt! The thought struck her suddenly; she felt a tidal wave of emotion crash down upon her, what if Sango wasn't all right? What if Inuyasha hadn't saved her in time? She tried to fight back tears, she was being silly, and she knew it. Her mind was making up stories that had no proof meaning that her imagination was running wild. She grunted as she tried to sit up, even the slightest movement made her scream; she couldn't move. She lay back down with a huff, she judged that about two ribs were broken, although she had no way of telling without a proper healer. She had nothing to do until someone came and saw that she was awake. If her crew was still functioning properly, which she highly doubted thanks to the ass hole operating it while she was unconscious, but if it was, a healer should be coming within the hour.

 

It seemed that her luck had turned because someone did walk through the door within the next couple of minutes. Although this was far from the person she wanted to see when waking up from a long sleep. Of course it was none other than her creepy stalker, Kouga. “My siren of a pirate and captain.” Kouga said smoothly making her turn her head in disgust.

 

“Listen Kouga, I'm not exactly able to move right now. I am in no mood for your bull shit.”

 

“That's understandable, you are recovering from a serious case of hypothermia.” He said with a wolfish grin before sitting down on the end of the bed. “Although I find that highly offensive.” Two of his razor claws began to skitter up her until he reached her knee where the comforter covered the remainder of her body. He swiftly removed the blanket and continued up her leg. When he reached her thigh she gave him a brutal kick in the face, causing him to swear. “How the hell do you manage to kick with three broken ribs?” He wondered aloud. It seemed that her guess had nearly been accurate.

 

“How the hell do you think that this is consented?” She spit. “You are a sick and twisted pervert. I am going to scream, then one of the many youkai on this vessel'll hear me and come and kick your ass!” She warned with a fierce glare.

 

“Now Kagome, you know that you wouldn't do that to me.” At her sharp stare he gave a humorless laugh. “Okay, you would. But would you do that to yourself? Think about it enchantress.” She spewed at the witless pet name. “If you called for help, your entire cover of being a strong warrior princess would be down the drain.” He leaned so close the their noses were only centimeters apart. “You wouldn't be a strong female pirate trying to make it in a man's world, you'd be a pathetic wench who can't even control her own crew. You don't want that. You've worked so hard to make sure everybody knew that that was a lie. You wouldn't break your reputation like that.” He cockily.

 

“Go to hell.” She conceded. He was on her before she could blink, lying across her like a blanket. He began to kiss her neck as she gasped in pain. He was crushing her ribs. She brought up her knee with all the force she could muster. “Fuck you Kouga, I don't need your help. We both know that even if I can barely move I can still kick your ass. I fuckin' eat pieces of cocky shit like you for breakfast!”

 

He let out a groan as he rolled onto the floor, cradling his family jewels with tender hands. “You can't fight long Kagome.” He teased, but the humor was gone as he winced.

 

“But she can fight long enough for me to get here.” A new voice said gruffly. The man swiftly kicked the grounded man in the abdomen making him twist into a tight ball.

 

“Took you long enough.” Kagome said with a smirk.

 

“Be happy I came at all, helpless wench.”

 

“You fuckin' know I coulda taken him.”

 

“Yep, damn straight.” Inuyasha replied with a small smile. “How are ya? I hear news of three broken ribs. That ain't good, you can't fight properly for another month or so.” He chided.

 

“It's not my fault.” She said indignantly. “It's not like I wanted Sango to jump off of a fucking boat! How is she?” She asked, her anger suddenly disappearing to the waves of despair.

 

He knelt down beside the bed, so close that their faces were nearly touching, and if she hadn't been absolutely distressed she would have noticed that they were in quite the intimate position. “Kagome, I'm sorry. She, uh, she's alive.” He said when he saw her face drain of every trace of color. She let out a deep sigh of relief; at least her friend wasn't dead. “But, she's unconscious, in a coma. Both her legs are broken, and we have no way of knowing if she'll ever wake up.”

 

“Why Inuyasha!?” The distressed girl moaned. “She won't ever wake up! She'll die because I made the wrong choices, and I did stupid, idiotic things!?” She wailed.

 

“Kagome,” He whispered, soothing. “She will, shh, Kagome, don't cry.” He stood there awkwardly, he wasn't sure whether to gather her up into his arms like his every gentlemanly instinct was urging him to do, or to simply try and comfort without physical or emotional attachment her like his loyal side demanded. Instead he decided for a compromise and laid a hand on her shoulder with a tight squeeze. “There is hope, Kagome, we've been told of some medicine that can help cure her, we're going there right now. I figured that's what you would force me to do anyway.” He grinned.

 

He wasn't, however, expecting the sharp slap that answered his speech. He was a hanyou so it didn't hurt as much as it should have, although the sharp stinging still burned on his cheek. “What the hell, bitch!? I was tryin' to fucking help you! You fucking slapped me for helping you!” He ground out, his face turning an angry shade of red.

 

“How dare you smile when my best friend is lying all but dead up in the infirmary?! You are a disgusting beast Inuyasha, an animal! And then you ordered the ship to go on a wild goose chase without my consent!? Fucking. Bastard!” She shrieked, delivering a sharp punch with every word.

 

“Bitch! I don't know how a marvelous man like Higurashi Souta spit out a wench like you! You should burn in hell for disrespecting me like that! Be thankful for your roots bitch, or you might be tossed back into that frigid water without me to save you! Ungrateful wench!” Inuyasha hollered. “Besides, we both know that you would go on this `wild goose chase' to save Sango! You'd fucking jump off a ship to save her fucking life and be with her, you cannot honestly tell me that you wouldn't sail Hamamatsu. You're one lying bitch Higurashi, I wish I never met you, let alone had to marry you. Any insane bastard who wants to marry you is seriously fucked up in the head.” He finished flippantly.

 

That one stung, she didn't know why, but that one stung a lot more than it should have. “Excuse me asshole! Like you're such a fine catch! You fuckin' think that you're all that, but you're just a scared lil' puppy that didn't deserve to sail under Higurashi Souta! Lots of respectable men want to marry me, Inuyasha.”

 

“I highly doubt that respectable men want to marry you. Hell, you're a fucking pirate, any sane man would know that to love and marry a pirate would be like tying the noose around his neck! Look at fucking Kouga! He wanted to marry you, and he's so fucked up he tried to rape you! And you're too much of a stuck up bitch to call for help even though you can't stand up! You think that you're all that, but bitch you're a human, a mortal, a woman!”

 

He got slapped so hard he fell onto his rump and let out a small groan. He knew now he shouldn't have said that, he crossed a line, he knew she was a talented fighter and could probably give him a good run for his money, but he had just rubbed every one of her weaknesses in her face and called her a pathetic woman. Her face was tilted down and her eyes were curtained with her charcoal bangs. “How dare you think your better than me because of your gender? Have I not proven to you that I am willing to do anything for the right of my family and friends?” Her voice was deadly calm, causing Inuyasha to gulp, a calm Kagome was more frightening that a mad Kagome. “I have more honor and strength than many men could ever imagine, more strength than they could possibly think to obtain. Don't you see that? I am a woman, but I have the strength of a hundred men.”

 

He took a deep breath, “I know,” He stood up and dragged his feet to the door before ushering himself out the door and into the long corridor. He closed the door and almost walked away from the beautiful siren of the sea when he heard her whisper something so faint that if he hadn't been a half demon he would have never picked up, he had barely picked it up with his abilities.

 

“I would have choose that wild goose chase Inuyasha. You made the right choice.” Her voice was so quiet and weak, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear it or not. He shrugged it off and continued his way to the galley. For some reason he felt strangely weakened, like he had just fought a courageous battle. His shoulders slumped as he let out a soft sigh, he had a feeling that Kagome would be different, but what about Kikyou?

 

 

Miroku stared at his hand lifelessly, it felt so real, the pain was gone and it just felt like his hand now. That's what strained him most. It felt like his hand, complete, not like it had a gaping black hole in it that could suck up this entire ship and probably a good part of the sea they were sailing in. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of all the dismal thoughts invading him. He rose up from the small table in his chambers and wandered down the corridor to the hold. He looked around, he wasn't sure what he was looking for, but it wasn't there.

 

He went up the hatch onto the main deck, he wasn't supposed to be called on duty for another hour or two, but he had the urge. He strode up to the forecastle and stared lovingly at the blue blanket beneath the massive ship. This is what he lived for, the freedom of the sea, and his dearest friends, Sango and Kagome. But as of late he had been confused about his feelings of Sango, she was such a beautiful creature, an angel sent from the heavens. Her grace, beauty and strong will attracted many, and although he thought he was immune to her enchanting spell, it seemed that the poison was infecting his mind. Guilt had rushed upon him when he had heard the news of Sango and Kagome, he could not help but feel that he was the cause of their tragic fate. He had locked himself into his room for hours before he felt he could see the three unconscious pirates. If any of them died he would go and kill Naraku with his own curse, he vowed.

 

Finally knowing what he was looking for he pushed himself off of the railing and jogged over to the infirmary. He opened the door to Sango's room, knowing from experience that it was the third on the left. He had been there countless times the past day and a half, sitting with her pale form and cradling her palm to his chest. He had seen Kagome too, and Inuyasha on occasion, but he seemed to be drawn to Sango's room, spending nearly all of his free time at her side whispering words to her, trying to wake her up unsuccessfully.

 

He sat down on the stool he had dragged in on his fourth visit because his knees were beginning bruise from the slivered wood panel flooring. He took her hand in his, comparing the size, his was larger by far, the tips of his fingers could curl around hers. And his hand had a gaping hole in it from the dubious man, Naraku. He wondered not for the first time why she had been spared of a curse, was the worst to come for his Sango, or had something already happened that she wasn't sharing.

 

He took her lifeless hand, and kissed the tips of her fingers gently. Her hand was so cold, like the blood had stopped pumping through her body, a thought that was highly unwelcome. He cradled her hand to his chest, his ears perked up. He could have sworn that he heard her give a soft whimper, not much, but it gave him hope. He needed hope.