InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unaware ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

I do not own Inuyasha & Co.

 

Oi, minna! I have had an interesting dream. And, guess what…You all get to read it! Yes! I sometimes write stories based on interesting dreams I have. It's rare, but it does happen. This one is one where I was able to actually figure out the past and present for it in one sitting of thought. The plot is interesting, and I certainly hope you all enjoy it.

 

Unaware: Prologue

 

 

She stared at him in horror. Here she was, backed into an alleyway in the early evening, with a gun pointed to her head by the brother of a friend. She had no idea of what she may have done wrong, but even knowing why would not make the situation any easier. She watched as his finger tugged on the trigger, and he snickered at her. Her breathe became labored as she knew her life was nearing its end. She wondered if her husband would find out. Not only that, but also what he would do if he lost her. That was when she swallowed for the last time before an ear piercing shot rang out, and her world went black.

 

Her soul whispered in her head. “Inuyasha…”

 

Her body was left behind to be found by an innocent, as the murderer walked away like all he had done was toss out the garbage. A heavy load he tossed out, for sure.

 

“Heh…Now, he's mine, and there's nothing you can do about it, bitch.” He snickered as he turned the corner towards the street.

 

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It was almost time for his shift to end. He had finished the repairs on five cars today, a record for his shop. He had such a workload; he didn't even have time to take more than a fifteen-minute break. But, with him being as strong and energetic as he was, a fifteen-minute break was all he really needed. He was the kind of man who needed to constantly keep himself busy. He had what was called a brain that never relaxed or slowed down, and itchy fingers.

 

Inuyasha was 27, and he worked as an auto mechanic for Bob's Auto Repair. He was the highest paid mechanic in the shop. He enjoyed cars more than anything else. He even went through college for auto mechanics, rather than the average college. His father was into cars, and had a nice collection of hot rods and expensive cars. His family was rich, and his father enjoyed cars so much he owned a car dealership, and he often worked in the garage with the mechanics he hired.

 

When his father passed away, he left the business to his sons, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru decided he didn't want the business and Inuyasha would rather work in the garage as a mechanic than run the business, so the two sons finally agreed on one thing in their lives. They sold the dealership to a friend of the family, on the terms Inuyasha could work there as a mechanic.

 

Sesshoumaru was ten years older than Inuyasha. He was also more of a businessperson and formed his own business. His interests lie in travel and tourism. He developed his very own chain of hotels and resorts. He used the money wisely and is now living a wealthy life in the Bahamas.

 

Inuyasha remained at the house their father owned, and kept a few of his cars from his collection. He chose to keep the hot rods, since they were his favorites. He sold off the Jag, the Mercedes and the Viper. They weren't really his style. Sure, he liked the Viper, but he couldn't drive it like he'd want to in Japan. Vipers are meant for speed. He'd have to drive for eight hours to find open roads to cruise on, and even then, he'd have to go the speed limit. He saw it as a waste. The hot rods were where the fun was. He was more of a wild child and was interested in restoring and making cars into art forms. He even learned how to do body work so he could build his own hot rod in his spare time.

 

Inuyasha was happy. He married his high school sweetheart, Kikyo. She was the type of girl who could stand on her own feet and loved to mention she could not only take care of herself, but also make the bread money for her and her husband. She was loyal, and beautiful. In his mind, the perfect wife. Especially since, she allowed him to do what he loves, working on cars. She didn't really share his love for vehicles, but she enjoyed it when he took her out for rides in his pride and joy, `the Fang'. Least, that's what he named it. The Fang was the hot rod his dad left him specifically in his will. It was black with red, yellow and orange flames on it. It had a powerful engine, and the works. Along with a sound system that kicked ass. She loved it when he took her out in it. They would just spend days driving on the open road and they would sing to their favorite tunes the whole time. The two were inseparable.

 

He drove himself home to see that even though he was late coming home, Kikyo hadn't gotten home yet. He checked his cell phone, wondering if he missed her call or not. Sometimes she would end up staying late at work, or ended up going out on a dinner date to meet with clients for the company. As he opened his cell phone to view the screen, he saw that he hadn't missed any calls. He shrugged and decided to call her cell phone to see if she was okay, and when she'd be home. Also, to let her know that he was thinking of ordering take-out.

 

He held the phone to his ear as he listened to the phone ring. It rang repeatedly for a few moments until he heard an unknown voice say, “Hello?”

 

“Hi, who is this?” Inuyasha asked, not recognizing the man who answered.

 

“Shita, who's this?”

 

“Um…Inuyasha. Do you know the owner of this phone? Her name is Kikyo, my wife.” Inuyasha asked in a concerned tone.

 

“Oh, that's her name. No, I don't know her, but she's not well, sir. I just found her just a moment ago. I was just about to call an ambulance. Sir, your wife's been shot.” The man said empathically.

 

“WHAT?! Where are you? How bad is it? Is she okay? Is she conscious?” Inuyasha became distraught.

 

“It doesn't look good sir. She's been shot in the head, and she's unconscious. But she's still breathing, amazingly. We are in the alley across from the corner of 5th street and 20th. You've gotta hurry, I'm about to call the ambulance after you hang up.” The man explained.

 

“Oh, thank God…At least she's still alive. Okay, I'll be right there! Don't leave her side, you got that?” Inuyasha demanded and thanked the man when he accepted the terms. Inuyasha shut his phone, grabbed his jacket and bolted out the door. “Well, so much for eating and showering tonight.”

 

Inuyasha raced to the alleyway, scrambled out of his car and bolted past the police and ambulance crews. He noticed the media jerks there as well. All he cared about was getting to his wife. Once he reached the gurney they had her strapped to, he began yelling her name. The cops tried to silence him and pull him away from her, but he only grabbed onto the gurney and wouldn't allow them to take him aside. Finally, they caught his attention once the gurney was hoisted into the back of the ambulance.

 

“Sir, please calm down. We won't leave the premise without you in the ambulance with your wife, but we need to ask you to move your car off the road and into the parking lot, please.” The officer asked as he gained his wits about him.

 

“You promise not to let the ambulance leave without me?” He requested.

 

“Yes. Please sir, just move your car before we place a ticket on it and threaten to tow it.”

 

“Okay, I'll put it in the convenience store lot across the street.” Inuyasha responded with and climbed into his car. After he parked it and climbed into the ambulance, they closed the doors and pulled away with the sirens blasting. Once he was satisfied that he was by her side, he pulled out his cell phone and called his friend Kouga.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Oi, Kouga. I need a favor.” Inuyasha asked curtly.

 

“Sure, man. What do ya need?” Kouga asked willingly.

 

“Something's come up and I had to go by Kikyo's work. The thing is, she's been shot, and I had to drive there to help. I left my car in the parking lot just across the street from Shikon Adverts. Can you pick it up for me and take it to the hospital for me?”

 

“Sure, man. How bad is it? Is she alive?” Kouga asked concerned.

 

“Yeah, she's alive, but I don't know what's gonna happen, man. She was shot in the head.” He said with a shaky voice.

 

“No way! Oh, man! I'll be there ASAP! Okay? I'm there for ya man, anything ya need.” He promised.

 

“Thanks, man. I owe ya one, big time.” Inuyasha responded with as tears fell from his eyes as he watched the heart monitor.

 

“Naw, you owe me nothing. I'm the one who still hasn't paid ya back for fixing my car, man. This is the only way I can repay you.” Kouga said as he hung up the phone.

 

Inuyasha lowered the phone from his ear and folded it. He let it drop to the floor as he held his head in his hands and began to lose it. Here his wife was unconscious, shot in the head, and he had no clue what to expect. His wife; his life. He lived for no one but her, and her for him. He was proud of her achievements, and she was a good woman. He knew no one who would have done this to her for no reason. Nothing was stolen from her, and he didn't notice any foul play on the scene. Just her blood.

 

“Why? What happened to you? Who would do this to you? You've wronged no one, right? I don't understand. I can't lose you, Kikyo.” He cried as he crumpled to the floor and laid his head in the hand nearest him. Her hand was still warm, and he could feel her pulse in her wrist. A part of him was relieved to know she was still with him. However, would the effects from this head shot wound be devastating? How would she be after she awoke? How bad WAS the damage?

 

As they arrived at the hospital minutes later, the emergency crew standing by rushed to remove her from the ambulance and treat her. Inuyasha just stood out of the way and followed them in a daze. He felt his life was over. He had no clue what would happen after that night. He was afraid his life would never be the same again.

 

A surgeon rushed through the emergency room doors to the gurney and asked what her situation was. Inuyasha's eyes were trained on his wife. He didn't even hear the receptionists calling for him to step aside and have a seat in the waiting area. As the surgeon asked what her story was, Inuyasha stepped up beside the man and held Kikyo's hand. The surgeon, with the nametag saying `Miroku' turned to him and saw the look in his eyes.

 

“Sir, are you the spouse?” Miroku asked.

 

Inuyasha nodded slowly. “Yes.”

 

“I assure you, she will be in good hands with me. I am the number one brain surgeon in the hospital. Now if you would be so kind as to remove your hand and please give her information to the receptionist? You will hear of her condition in a bit. Okay? Please sir.” Miroku grabbed Inuyasha's hand and moved it away from Kikyo's. “I promise to save her. You have my word.”

 

“Thank you. I will hold you to that.” Inuyasha gave back to the man as he looked him in the eyes with the most determined eyes Miroku had ever seen a spouse have. Then Inuyasha turned towards the front desk, gave his wife's information and handed out proof of insurance. After that was taken care of, he walked up to the refreshment's station, poured himself a cup of coffee, and then took his seat. He couldn't think straight. He hated hospitals. Most of all, he hated waiting to hear the news, whether they be good or bad.

 

Two hours had passed. Kouga had come and gone due to him needing to get to his job. After Kouga left, he had taken to closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. All the while, he had been thinking over their good times together. What they had, what they'd done, and what they wanted in their future. He silently prayed that this was just a bump in the road, and he had nothing to worry about. Least that was `til the man he had spoken to just a couple of hours ago stepped through the emergency room doors, with a somber look on his face.

 

Once the sound of the doors hit his ears, his eyes bolted open, and he leaned his head to look in that direction. Once he noticed the man of the hour was approaching him with a look that wasn't promising good news, he tensed and kept his eyes trained on him. It seemed like the trek across the small waiting room took forever as Inuyasha awaited the words the man had promised, that things would be all right in his hands.

 

“Mr. Tai? May we have a word in my office, please?” Miroku asked politely and pointing down the hall. Inuyasha nodded and stood to follow the doctor down to his office.

 

`This is not good if he's leading me down to his office to tell me the news.' Inuyasha thought to himself as he stepped into the surgeon's office, and sat down in the guest chair by the desk.

 

After Inuyasha took his seat, Miroku closed the door and took his seat behind the desk and set his hands on the desk in front of him as he tried to keep his wits about him. Telling loved ones bad news wasn't easy on the physicians, but the man needed to hear what had really happened to his wife.

 

“Okay. You are aware that your wife suffered a massive trauma to the head. Well, in circumstances such as these, there's no mistaking that there is some damage to the brain. The bullet entered through the right frontal lobe. It didn't go very far, and the damage, I'm sorry to say, can only be determined when she awakens. But that's not all. Inuyasha, your wife has suffered traumatic damage to the head and brain. This brings me to the rest of the bad news. Due to the swelling of the brain, caused by the damage of the tissue, your wife is now in a coma.”

 

“For how long? Are you able to tell?” Inuyasha asked desperately.

 

“There's no way to tell, but she is stable. I'm not able to say what effects she will have from this trauma, but I can tell you what we will look for. Since the bullet damaged the right frontal lobe, she may experience difficulty in functioning certain parts of her body on her left side, such as her arm or her leg. She also may have difficulty with distance, color recognition, and musical aptitude. She may even have problems with her vision. One side effect common with brain trauma, is that depending on the damage done, your wife may not be the same person, or even look the same. However, there is still hope for Kikyo. The swelling didn't last long, and we were able to remove the bullet easily. It's only a matter of time, and waiting to see what to expect when she wakes up. She could wake tonight, in days, weeks, months, or years from now. It all depends on her.”

 

Inuyasha's gaze strayed from the man before him. He couldn't imagine her waking, and not being herself. That was when he remembered his main concern. “Doctor, what about memory? Is there any way to know if she will suffer memory loss?”

 

“Well, we really can't say what type or how much memory she could possibly lose. She may not lose any memory at all, or she could lose all her memory. But given the circumstance of the amount of trauma she experienced, I don't think she will suffer from severe effects to her memory. It's impossible to tell at this point.” Miroku responded as frankly as he could. He decided that he had given him enough bad news and switched the subject to a lighter note. “Your wife is stable, and she is in her room. You may see her now if you like. She recovered nicely and she will live through the night. We have past the hard part. Now we just have to wait. All right? Let's get you to her, okay?” He mentioned as he stood and walked to the man staring off into space sadly. As Miroku held out his hand, Inuyasha accepted, stood and shook his hand.

 

“Thank you for saving my wife and for doing all you can for now.” Inuyasha said shakily.

 

“You're welcome. Let's be off.” He opened the door and gestured to the hall. The dazed man stepped through and allowed himself to be directed to the elevator down the hall. They stood in opposite corners of the elevator silently as they rose from floor to floor `til they reached the sixth floor. The doctor gestured to the left and they walked down the hall and up to a door a few doors down, labeled Tai. Once Inuyasha reached the door, he immediately opened it and stepped past the curtain hiding her bed. He saw his wife, Kikyo lying there with bandages wrapped around her head. She was hooked up to machines galore. She was even hooked up to a respirator. He eyed the heart monitor and saw her heart rate was normal.

 

“There will be nurses coming in to check her vitals every half hour. You are welcome to stay here if it comforts you. When it comes to coma patients, we like to allow the family members to keep a close watch on the patient so they won't miss the moment of their awakening. If you need one, we can even wheel a bed in here temporarily for you.” Miroku offered as Inuyasha nodded in thanks, his eyes never leaving his wife. Miroku reached over and tapped his hand on his shoulder in reassurance as he said, “If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask, okay? I'll be in touch.” Miroku said as he stepped out, giving the young man some privacy.

 

Inuyasha remained rooted to the spot at the foot of her bed for a few more minutes, just watching her. She looked like she had been through a rough day. Half of her face was covered. He only saw her left eye. Her lips remained placid around the tube, and her face remained relaxed, as if she was just sleeping. When he realized he had been holding his breathe so he wouldn't miss her eye opening, he then eyed the chair beside her bed. He stepped over to it and sat down, pulling it closer to the left side of the bed. He kept close watch on her left eye, silently willing it to open so he could see her beautiful eye. He stared at her silently for over an hour when he became tired and yawned.

 

He leaned in close to her and kissed her cheek. “Kikyo. I'm here. I don't know why or how this happened to you, but I know you'll make it through this, my tough girl. Please don't take too long to wake up to me. I miss you already and it's only been a couple of hours.” He sighed as he leaned his arms and head on the bed beside her, staring up at her face.

 

Just then, the door opened and a nurse walked in. He sat up abruptly and looked to see who it was. The girl startled and then went about her business as she said, “Hi. My name is Kagome. I'll be watching over and taking care of your wife while she's here. What's your name?” He asked as she held out her hand to him across the bed.

 

He stared at her in shock. She was the spit image of his wife. It was as if his wife was never shot. “I-Inuyasha. Inuyasha Tai.” He said as he reached up to shake her hand. She latched her hand on his and shook it confidently, whereas he wasn't even able to grip hers due to shock.

 

Kagome giggled as she noticed the shocked look in his eyes. “You're a handsome one. She's lucky. So, are you planning to stay the night?” She asked nonchalantly.

 

“Yeah. I can't leave her. I don't want to miss her waking up. The doctor said it may happen tonight, in days, weeks, months…I hope not that long.” He drawled out in a worried tone.

 

“Yeah, that's common with coma victims. According to this, the damage wasn't as bad as expected. You may get lucky.” She shrugged as she copied down her vitals and checked her fluids.

 

“Hey, how old are you? You look like you're the same age as my wife.” He asked suddenly as he watched her every move. `She looks like her, even moves like her. Did my wife have a twin I wasn't aware of?'

 

“I'm 23, just graduated college this spring. I try to take care of mainly coma patients. Think it's a fascinating subject, and I plan to research the subject and become a brain surgeon when I am able to go back to medical school to become a surgeon. I just decided to start with an associate's degree in nursing.” She replied as she changed the fluid bag.

 

“Ah. Interesting. She's 26, and she's an Executive Assistant to Naraku Oni, the owner of Shikon Advertising. A very brilliant woman.” He mentioned as his gaze went from the woman looking after his wife to Kikyo's motionless hand.

 

“Wow. Sounds very nice. And what do you do, Inuyasha?” Kagome asked as she set the chart back in the holder at the foot of her bed and folded up the empty fluids bag.

 

“I'm an auto mechanic. I love working on cars, but I don't love cars as much as I love this woman.” He sniffed as he leaned down and kissed her hand; a tear hitting her skin below her thumb.

 

“Wow. You really are a nice guy. She certainly is the richest woman alive. You're a rarity among men, ya know that? When she awakes, she may have competition with the nurses in this hospital, if we all get the chance to get to know you enough before then.” Kagome winked as she waved slightly and then turned to step out the door quietly.

 

He stared after the nurse for a moment befuddled. Then he disregarded the comment she left with and then laid his head down next to Kikyo's hand. He closed his eyes as he went through the memories of good times. The sheets became wet all the while as tears fell from his eyes once again as he silently cried himself to sleep.

 

 

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Her eyes fluttered open as she eyed her surroundings. After a few seconds, she put her hand to her head. She felt a pain in her head. She felt for anything indicating an injury. Then her finger touched it, the bullet wound. She gasped when she pulled her hand away and saw blood drip from her fingers. She right away searched her purse for her mirror. When she opened the compact, she eyed the damage.

 

Kikyo gasped in fear and threw the compact away. She touched the stream of blood running down her forehead. Once she saw how badly she was bleeding, she screamed in horror. Her scream echoed through the alleyway and down into the street. Once the scream ended, she collapsed onto the dirty concrete before her and cried miserably, waiting for someone to help her.

 

 

 

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Well, this is definitely an interesting fic to write so far. It's already had me searching the net for info on brain trauma and memory loss and comas…its fun when a fic teaches ya to retain more info. Well, just so you all know, Inuyasha is not half demon in this fic. He and Sesshoumaru may be descendants of demons, but I haven't decided that yet. They look the same, save for the demon features, like the ears and the markings. They both are still graced with the beautiful silver hair and the gold eyes though. I just wanted to make them a little more common so that wouldn't complicate the plot. Also, this is an AU fic, so the characters may act OOC (out of character), but they will react with the plotline. Let me know what you think, k? Ja ne for now!