InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ugh College ❯ The Exhausting Life of the Higurashis ( Chapter 22 )

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I do not own Inuyasha.

I do own Kiyomi, Hitoshi, Yuri, Yoko, Akemi, Tetsuo, and Masashi because I made them up.

Last time:

He walked to Kagome’s door and heard Kagome crying he was about to open the door until she whimpered something.

His eyes widened as she said, “Why does Yomi have to die?”

This time with Kagome:

I collapsed on my bed and sobbed into my pillow remembering the results of the examination.

Flashback:

“So how are the results?”

“Not so well Miss Kagome. Even though Kiyomi’s youkai blood and your aunt’s spell increased the stability of her immune system, it seems that the joushu spell has weakened it severely. How many times does she have these attacks?”

“She has attacks exactly 6 times a month.”

“And what number is this attack of the month?”

“It’s number 6.”

“I see, well I’m very sorry.”

“Sorry for what, what are you trying to say doctor.”

“I’m saying that Kiyomi won’t be able to survive her next attack.”

“W-what?”

“It’s amazing she’s lasted 6 years, but I’m afraid her time is up. I’m sorry Kagome she will not survive the next attack, and if by some miracle she does she surely won’t survive the next one.”

End of flashback

Why does Kami hate me? If he does not then why is he taking everyone from me?

“Why does Yomi have to die?” I whimpered into my pillow.

Just then, Inuyasha opened my door. My eyes widened in shock and I wondered if he heard me. He walked up to me and pulled me into his arms.

“No more, no more will you have to hide your sadness and anger with a fake smile. Do not be strong for anyone else’s sake. From now on, as long as I am here, you can cry until there is no more tears. Tear down your tough exterior, Kagome, be free,” he whispered.

I hesitated trying to hold back the tears that slowly, one by one, fell down my cheek until I could not hold it anymore. I sobbed into his shoulder choking on the many tears that clouded my vision. Never had I cried like this. Kiyomi and I never cried even when we witnessed the death of our family. We decided that it was as sign of weakness, and that we were not weak. Now I could not stop them as I usually can. I lost all self-control.

I sobbed for hours; I had no idea how much I was holding in. I finally stopped crying. With my breath shaky, I looked up at Inuyasha with puffy, red eyes and gave a weak smile.

“Thank you Inuyasha,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Anything for you,” he said caressing my tear-stained cheek.

Regular P.O.V.

They stared at each other for a long while. Then Inuyasha started to lean in and then stopped, his lips hovering above hers. He smirked at the anxiety in her eyes; he parted his lips and exhaled his hot breath running over her face. She couldn’t take it anymore; she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He moaned and bit her bottom lip asking for entrance. She opened her mouth and let his tongue roam around her mouth. He ravished her mouth relishing her taste as their tongues danced. Kagome then hesitantly pulled away so she could breathe. She looked exhausted; her sister was in the hospital and going to die soon, she just had horrible memories reawakened, and, since he over did it with that kiss, she probably needed to rest.

“Kagome maybe you should get some sleep you look really tired,” he said softly.

“That would be nice but I have to pack,” she said.

She tried to get up but Inuyasha wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her back down.

“Like I said, as long as I am here you don’t need to put up a wall. Sometimes you need to listen to what your body wants instead of pushing it too hard,” he said sternly.

He gently laid her on the bed and stood up.

“I’ll pack your bags for you, now sleep,” he demanded.

She nodded obediently, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

At the hospital:

Kiyomi was sitting up in the hospital bed watching Hitoshi sleep. His head was resting in her lap as she stroked his short, silky light brown hair.

‘He even looks handsome in his sleep’ she thought smiling.

She lay back and cringed as a burst of pain spread throughout her body. She quietly groaned in pain as she felt the pain repeatedly, each one hurting worse than the last.

‘What’s going on? It has never hurt this badly. More so, why haven’t my wounds healed yet?’ she thought wincing.

Then Masashi appeared in front of her and her eyes widened in horror. He smirked and went on the opposite side of the bed, away from Hitoshi, and sat down on the matress. He looked down at her lap where Hitoshi’s head lay, and saw that she was still stroking his head. He growled making her tremble. He turned to her, cupped her face with his hand, and started caressing her cheek. She averted her gaze from him.

“My dear Kiyomi, why have you chosen this stupid mongrel over me? I can love and pleasure you a lot more than he can, so why can’t it be me?” he asked.

‘Probably because I want to live’ she thought to herself.

Then she remembered something; Masashi was able to read her mind. She slowly turned toward him and saw a murderous glint in his eye. He took her chin forcefully, making her look at him. She winced, as another burst of pain came.

“Does it hurt Kiyomi? Do want it to stop? Well, unless you become my mate, the pain will only get worse,” he said and vanished.

She lay there as her bandages started to turn red again indicating that a wound had reopened. She sat there on the bed bleeding. She couldn’t reach the nurse button and she was too weak to speak. She had already lost a lot of blood and was slowly drifting into unconsciousness.

“Hitoshi…” she whispered.

Those were her last words until she returned to the dark, violet abyss not knowing if she would come out this time.

(A/N: Hehe sorry plz don’t kill me. REVIEW!!!)