InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trucker ❯ Chapter 12

I've decided to stick in another chapter.... Just because I'm nice. So, there will be a thirteenth chapter, and an epilogue, ending it at a ripe old chapter-length of 14. (possibly longer if my imagination holds out.)

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

 

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Kagome hugged Inuyasha tightly to her. “You're sure you want me to go?” he asked for the umpteenth time.

 

 

She only laughed, hugging him tighter. “Hai... you need to keep your job; you've already missed three trucking jobs already.”

 

 

Inuyasha kissed the top of her head. “I don't wanna go.” he whined.

 

 

“And I don't want you to go either, but you have to. We've got rent to pay, remember?” Trying the puppy pout, he stuck out his lower lip and opened his eyes a bit more, batting his eyelashes. “Oh, stop. You have to go and you know it. Call me any time you want.” she kissed him chastely before pushing him toward his truck.

 

 

“Fine, be that way.” he replied, sticking out his chin and climbing into his truck.

 

 

She climbed up the side and kissed him once more, handing him his cell phone. “I'm sure you'd miss me without this.”

 

 

“Ah... Yeah, I probably would.” he rubbed the back of his head somewhat. The truck roared to life and Kagome climbed off. She waved to him and he waved back, placing his trucker hat back over his head. “Aishiteru!” he called back toward her.

 

 

“Mo aishiteru! Be safe, and call me!” she shouted.

 

 

He gave her a parting nod as she blew a kiss at him. He smiled as he got onto the road.

 

 

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Inuyasha hadn't called. Sure, it had only been fifteen minutes, but she was sure he would've called by now. He always called almost right after he left. She put in another movie to get her mind off of him...

 

 

 

Kagome was sitting in the living room of their apartment, watching another movie to get her mind off of Inuyasha. It had been almost 5 hours, and he hadn't called yet. It was suspicious. She just instead tried to focus on the movie. Her cell phone rang and she jumped. She hadn't been expecting it... Well, she had, but just not at that second. She scrambled over the couch and tripped, shoving herself up and grabbing her cell phone off of the counter before sitting down against the wall.

 

 

“Konnichi wa?”

 

 

“Konnichi wa. Is this a Miss Kagome Higurashi?” said the voice on the other end.

 

 

Kagome's brow furrowed. Something about this didn't sound right. “Hai...is there something wrong?”

 

 

“Hai... it seems your fiancé, Inuyasha, has had... an accident.” Kagome's heart froze.

 

 

“What kind of an accident?”

 

 

“He's in critical condition. You need to come down here, miss.”

 

 

Then the tears began. “I'll be right down.” she hung up the phone, put on her sandals, grabbed her keys and ran out the door, cell on her ear to call Sango and Miroku. She sped down almost every street, which most were abandoned anyways in their small town. She arrived at the hospital in less than ten minutes and ran into the ER and straight up to the desk.

 

 

“I'm looking for an Inuyasha Takashi. He came in maybe an hour ago in critical condition.” The nurse nodded and buzzed her in, pointing her down a hallway and muttering a room number. Kagome ran down the hallway and came to the room with his chart in the door. She took a deep breath and opened the door to find Inuyasha with his eyes closed, head slumped to one side, and he hooked up to all sorts of machines.

 

 

Walking over to the bed, she cried out some, causing the nurse at his bedside to look up. “Relation?” she asked quietly.

 

 

“Fiancé...” she replied, going to his side in a daze, taking his hand. Her other hand was put to her mouth as the tears began to fall again. “How bad is it?” she looked up to the nurse.

 

 

The nurse sighed some, putting down the chart she was working on and looking up at her. “His left leg may have to be amputated... We're doing the tests as we speak to find that out. He has serious nerve damage to his right arm, and a possible concussion. We won't know anything until he wakes up.”

 

 

“You're sure he will wake up?” she asked. The nurse was silent. Kagome crumbled to her knees at his side, her hand dropping to her side.

 

 

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A week had passed, and Kagome was waking up from a deep sleep. She looked up toward Inuyasha, only to find her hand still in Inuyasha's. She sighed some, putting her head onto their hands. Her head then shot up.

 

 

Wait a second... her hand was still in his. She wasn't even trying to hold her hand there, but it was still there. She looked up in time to hear Inuyasha groan. The groan turned into a growl slowly and her hand was squeezed as she stood again.

 

 

“Inuyasha?” she asked quietly.

 

 

He opened his eyes some, only to have his eyes rest onto Kagome's face. “Hey...” he coughed some. “What happened?”

 

 

“You got in an accident...” she said quietly. His ears were beginning to turn around, twitching at every beep of the monitor beside him. She sniffed some. “Nerve damage to your right arm, and they said you'll need therapy to get your leg working right again... it almost had to be amputated. They said you might have a concussion too.”

 

 

Closing his eyes, he leant his head back. “I knew I shouldn't have gone on that trip...”

 

 

“The engine blew up right in your face, it couldn't have been predicted.”

 

 

“Engine was probably rigged.” he muttered. “I forgot to check it over like I usually do.”

 

 

“But you're awake, and you remember me fine, and the fact that you're a truck driver, right?”

 

 

Inuyasha nodded, putting a hand to her face. “Of course, I could never forget you, koibito.”

 

 

Kagome smiled, putting her hand over his. “They weren't even sure you'd wake up.”

 

 

Inuyasha placed his forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Welcome to yet another stressful random thing.” he growled. “Now I have to figure out who the hell decided to blow me up and kick their ass...”

 

 

“After you get better.”

 

 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

 

 

 

Miroku had coaxed Sango out to dinner. He had insisted that the constant stress on both of them, what with Inuyasha in the hospital and Kagome crying on both of their shoulders, wasn't healthy. They needed some relaxation time, he claimed. Sango reluctantly agreed to go with him to a new restaurant. However, she was silent, despite his futile harrowing at her to get her to speak to him. After about twenty minutes of constant prodding, he had grown tired of talking to himself and just ate his food like a good little boy. Sango gave a sigh and looked up at him, setting down her fork and placing her hand back in her napkin-covered lap.

 

 

“Why did you ask me out, Miroku?” she asked pointedly.

 

 

The youth sitting across from her chewed thoughtfully, boring over the words he would say. He'd have to choose carefully as not to offend the beautiful lady across from him. Miroku swallowed his food and his pride and decided to come outright and say it. “Dear Sango, I have always thought of you as beautiful. Through Inuyasha and Kagome, I've come to know that you aren't only outwardly beautiful, but a beautiful person as well.” He spoke slowly, still contemplating whether or not to keep going. He gulped a suspicious lump in his throat - probably his heart. “Though the feeling may not be mutual, it appears I feel more than a physical attachment to you.”

 

Silence reigned at the table for a good long time. After giving in to the fact that Sango was probably shocked, with good right; she'd just found out that the man she thought could see no farther into someone's persona than their body, had just told her that he was attracted to her. Clearing her throat, she looked up at him. “The feeling is mutual.” she said quietly, picking up her fork.

 

Miroku, having been startled with her reply, looked up at her questioningly. She smiled gently in return, and the ex-priest smiled back. They continued their meal in a comfortable silence. When the meal ended, Miroku drove Sango to her apartment. Standing on her doorstep, Miroku kept his hands securely behind his back. Sango gave him a tentative kiss on his cheek before disappearing behind her door with a reserved farewell. Putting a hand to his cheek, Miroku smiled triumphantly and strode confidently down the walk, into his car, and drove down the street.