InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You Wouldn't Understand ❯ To the Hospital ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer:
dis-claim-er (dis-kleem-er) n.
A repudiation or denial of responsibility or connection.
I officially repudiate any connection with Inuyasha, Kagome, Kouga, or any of Rumiko Takahashi's characters henceforth. SO NO SUE-AGE, PLEASE!! I am but an absolutely broke student with nary a good-paying job.

A/N: Bwahahaha…I'm an evil Poptart! :: Feel my breakfasty wrath!

P.S. Don't own Poptarts, either. I think Kellog's does…but I don't know, because I don't eat Poptarts.

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"'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting- 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'"

Kagome tapped the standing kitsune youkai on the shoulder while simultaneously touching a young wolf demon's head. He flashed her a blindingly white smile, bright blue eyes sparkling. She blushed as he continued the reading.

"And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted-nevermore!"

Kagome beamed as the guests in the room burst into applause. This semester's problem student has been rectified! she thought cheerfully. Kouga had been recently abandoned by his pack for refusing to marry Ayame, a young wolf-girl he'd been promised to. He'd gone on a crime rampage, the list of offenses ranging from arson to armed robbery. The Tokyo Youkai Police, or TYP, had arrested and tried him. Kouga had gotten off easy, sentenced only to a semester learning in Kagome's night classes and then two years of being her assistant. He had been sent to her obstinate and proud with a mind to make it as difficult as possible. And yet now he was reading Poe with no difficulty in front of the most powerful people in Japan!

"I love my job," Kagome sighed, a goofy grin on her face. She motioned for her students to go ahead and get off the stage. They all obliged, save Kouga, who disappeared behind the curtain to wait for her. Kagome looked out over their audience and took a deep breath. Here we go, girl. It's the perfect time to ask for donations, she prepped.

"As you can all see, after only a semester at the Western Youkai Literary Centre, the students have learnt to read the finest of literature better than most people who have been reading all their lives. However, this legacy is slowly deteriorating. We don't have the same sort of government funding as we started out with five years ago, and our resources are drying up. We ask you now to donate so that we can continue our work. Your generosity will help buy more computers, books, and countless other assets we wouldn't have access to without your help." Kagome bowed deeply, showing as much respect as she could muster for these commanding bodies before her. "Thank you," she finished and walked across the stage to where Kouga was waiting.

"You were great," he assured her as soon as she was beside him. "No way those rich-ass bastards could say no now." He slung an arm around her shoulders casually as they walked out the back door of the auditorium together. Kagome smiled faintly.

"I hope you're right, Kouga. We're all screwed if they do." She sighed and sat down on the curb. The youkai followed suit, his arm still holding her to him firmly.

"Don't worry 'bout it, Kagome. We'll make it." He sent her another knee-weakening grin. "How about you and I go get somethin' to eat? I know a good all-night café nearby, if you want to go," he offered kindly.

Kagome, however, shook her head. "No thanks. I really have to get home. Souta's waiting, you know."

Kouga nodded, understanding. "'S okay. I'll call you later." He stood up and stalked off to find his old Mustang on the other side of the school.

Kagome sat where she was for some time, her head cradled in her arms. A cold gust of wind rose suddenly, sending shivers up her spine and covering her body in goose bumps. She sighed and stood up. Her moped was waiting for her in front of the building. She trotted over to it and placed the helmet on her head, fastening it securely. Soon, she was zooming through the streets, weaving through the traffic. She didn't even see the black limo headed straight for her until it was too late.

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"Fuck!" Inuyasha cried as his head snapped forward, hitting the seat back in front of him. "What the hell was that?" he asked his long-time friend and brand-new driver.

"A motorbike, Yash. I think I hit it!" Miroku replied, worrying his lip a little.

Inuyasha swore again and stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. There, in front of the limo, was a girl and her moped. She was sitting up, taking off her helmet gingerly. She grimaced.

"Oi! Wench! You all right?" he asked gruffly.

"Damn…my head hurts…" she muttered, drawing her hand away from her midnight-black hair. There was blood on her fingers. Inuyasha carefully pulled her hair out of the way, gently probing.

"You got quite a cut there, woman," he murmured. "We'd better take you to the hospital. Mind telling me where the hell you were going in such a hurry that you couldn't notice a huge-ass limo coming straight at you?"

"Home…my brother's there alone." Her words were so jumbled that Inuyasha had trouble deciphering. When he had, he nodded.

"I see. You remember your phone number? I could call 'im, if you want, and arrange for him to be brought to the hospital."

The look the girl gave him was so relieved, he would have thought he'd just took a bullet for her instead of offering to make a couple of phone calls.

"That would be wonderful, thank you," she mumbled.

"No prob." The silver-haired hanyou wrapped his arms around her slight frame, cradling her against his chest. He took her to the back seat of the limo and placed her in the far seat. "Your moped's pretty much trashed. You'll have to get a new one, I'm afraid. I'm just gonna move it out of the way and leave it for now." When she nodded slightly, he returned to the spot of the crash and moved the offending vehicle off the road. He then climbed back into the limo. "Go ahead and take us to the nearest hospital, Miroku," he instructed.

"Whatever you say, 'Yasha." He tapped something into the computer system and began to drive.

Inuyasha, who would have normally growled at the nickname, was currently absorbed in extracting information from this new woman.

"What's your name?" he inquired.

"Higurashi Kagome," she replied, trying to make herself as clear as possible.

"Your brother's?"

"Souta."

"And your phone number?"

Kagome rambled off a string of numerals as her newfound companion pressed the corresponding buttons on the car phone. He held the custom-made receiver up to his triangle ear and waited as it rang.

"Hello?" a young boy's voice sounded after three rings.

"Hi, is this Souta Higurashi?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah. Who's this?"

"My name is Inuyasha Takahashi. I've got your sister here. She was in a bit of an accident on her way to pick you up and I'm taking her to the hospital now. Umm…" He paused, unsure of what to say. Fortunately (or unfortunately, seeing as how sensitive the hanyou's ears are), Souta filled in the silence.

"Accident? What kind of accident? Is she hurt? Is she conscious? Can she hear me? Kagome! Kagome!!" he shrieked in a ridiculously high-pitched voice.

"Ow! Dammit, Higurashi, would you shut up? She's fine. She just has a concussion or something. Look, I'm gonna send someone to pick you up, okay? Her name's Sango and she's gonna take you to the hospital."

Souta was suddenly suspicious. "How do I know you aren't lying? You could be trying to kidnap me!"

Inuyasha groaned. "Jesus, kid! You can stay at your house if you want. What the fuck do I care? I just figured you might want to see your sister, but since you obviously don't, never mind!"

"No!" Kagome said weakly from beside him. "Let me talk to him. Please?"

Inuyasha growled, but handed the phone to her. After a moment of awkward fumbling with the odd receiver, she began speaking rapidly to the boy, her voice barely a whisper. After a few minutes, she pressed off and handed it back to the hanyou.

"There. All set. He'll be at the bottom of the steps of the Higurashi Shrine. I trust you know where it is?"

Inuyasha nodded. Every youkai in Tokyo knew the infamous Higurashi Shrine…and all the lore surrounding its inhabitants. He looked to the phone in his hand and sighed. How the hell did he manage to get into these situations?

He rolled his eyes. Did it really matter anyway? Probably not, he decided, and let his fingers flit through the familiar dance that was Sango's cell number.

"What do you want, Inuyasha?" a distinctively female voice asked in irritation.

"I need you to go pick someone up for me," he replied. "There's a kid waiting for you at Higurashi shrine. Stupid ass Miroku," Inuyasha sent a glare to the driver, "hit a girl on a moped. We're taking her to the hospital now. Anyway, her little brother needs a ride. Could you…?"

Sango was silent for a moment. And then…

"What?! That lecher hit a GIRL?" she yelled into the phone. Inuyasha winced and held the receiver away from his ear.

"I think she wants to talk to you, bouzu," he muttered.

Miroku blanched and took the phone from the hanyou gingerly, for Sango was still screaming with all her might. He licked his lips to wet them, coughed, and let out a timid "Hello?"

The yelling increased tenfold.

"You IDIOT! What were you trying to do, knock her out so you could feel her up without inhibitions? What were you THINKING?!"

Kagome giggled a little at this. Inuyasha looked at her, his head tilted to the side slightly. She quieted, looking at her feet, though her face was red and her shoulders shaking from repressed laughter. She turned more and more flushed until she finally collapsed, unconscious. Inuyasha gasped and snatched the phone from Miroku.

"Sango, never mind what Miroku did! You can yell at him later. But, in the meantime, go get Souta…and quick!" He slammed the phone back on the hook as Miroku slammed on the gas, intuitively knowing that his boss meant business. An angry Inuyasha was never a fun Inuyasha.

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"Goddamn hanyou…I'm not just some puppet ready at his every beck and call!" Sango jerked the steering wheel to the left as she muttered darkly. "I have a life, too, you know."

She sighed. So that was a lie. Between caring for Kohaku and driving Inuyasha

everywhere, she had about five minutes to herself a week. And the one night that idiot of a lecher had offered to drive for her, he had screwed it up!

She slammed on the brakes in front of the steps that led to the old shrine. There, sitting at their base, was a young boy. He looked to be close to her brother's age, maybe ten. He jumped up when he saw the limo and sprinted towards it. He was in his seat with the belt buckled before Sango could even offer to help him with his overnight bag.

"Hi! You're Sango, right? My name's Souta Higurashi," he said quickly. "Can we go now? I want to see my sister."

Sango chuckled, relaxing. This boy was a lot like Kohaku. "Don't worry, I'm going." It was hardly a minute before they were on the main road, headed for the University of Tokyo Hospital.

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Kagome was still unconscious when a very irate Inuyasha began yelling at the nurse behind the waiting room window. Had she been awake, she would have wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor for her embarrassment.

"Goddamn fucking bitch!" Inuyasha screamed. "Can't you see that the wench is FUCKING UNCONSCIOUS?"

To her credit, the nurse was doing her best to stay calm under the hanyou's constant insults, but even the most mild-mannered of women would have found it impossible to just let him keep shouting at them.

"Sir! Please! We're doing the best we can. Since you did not follow common procedure for car wrecks, she will simply have to wait!"

A low growl escaped Inuyasha's throat. "And what, pray tell, would this common procedure be?" he ground out through gritted teeth.

The poor nurse was nearly hysterical with fear as she saw his pointed canines. "T-to c-c-call an amb-b-bulance, of course!" she stammered. She swallowed hard and continued on, a little more bravely. "You were supposed to leave the victim where she fell, call 9-1-1, and wait!"

"Oh, well fuck me! I always thought that you were supposed to get her to help as soon as fucking possible!"

The nurse snapped. "That does it. I'm reporting you!" She picked up the phone and dialed something. "Hello? Security? Yes, I have an out-," she began, but stopped, having found that suddenly there was a clawed hand pulling the telephone wire out of the wall.
"I would not do that if I were you," Inuyasha hissed in her ear. The flustered hospital worker fainted on the spot.

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What a wonderful way to end a first chapter, ne?

Did anyone else feel the sarcasm there?

And yes, I understand the spacing is off. MM is being weird again, so I couldn't fix it. Forgive me?