Here I am once again with my adored Sesshoumaru-sama. This ff is based on a dream I had and I developed it (while in school, my friends had to keep snapping me out of it). Anyway, I hope people will read it. WIP.
Disclaimer: Me, Inuyasha…no no.
Claimer: Me, Nanae…yes yes.
Yakudza: Japanese mafia.
Chapter 1: How It All Began…
She sat, all by herself in the hospital waiting room. She was so small her feet only just dangled over the edge of the cold, hard seat. She looked no more than eight or nine years old, to young to be alone. A nurse brought her a piece of blank paper and crayons to keep her occupied, so she drew. She drew a picture of a happy family, her little tongue sticking out in concentration, and as she coloured she forgot about where she was, she forgot herself, she just became absorbed in her drawing.
The television in the waiting room blared and even though it was a news broadcast she looked up from her drawing and watched, not nearly understanding the terrible information that was being reported.
She looked back down at her picture. She swung her little legs to and fro as she added the finishing touches, red here and yellow there. She hummed softly to herself, remembering the nursery rhymes her mother had taught her years ago. Her mother was in there now, in the room with the wires and the machines that made strange noises. The small girl couldn't understand why her mother was lying on a white bed with all these cables attached to her currently frail body, she didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to enter the room anymore because she was confident that her mother would be better soon…
The little girl sighed. She wanted her mother to get well so she could go home. Her mother was everything to her. She never knew her father, he had left when she was just a baby and whenever she asked her mother why he had gone she always answered,
"…Because he loved us."
The child stared back at the television as another news bulletin was being aired. She heard the words but didn't listen to their meaning, and the news people talked too fast anyway.
"…And onto the last news update of the day, the unexpected murder of police officer Taiyoukai during the late hours of Tuesday night, as he drove through a suburban area of Tokyo with his wife and two children. The bodies of both the officer and his wife have been located and identified but the two children are still missing, believed dead. The police suspect that the Yakudza may have been involved in the murder of their respected colleague and are looking into the case with much seriousness.
Now onto sports, the Tennis Championship was won yesterday by the…"
"Nanae," A voice called out.
The little girl's head turned at the sound of her name. A dark haired man in his early forties approached her and he was accompanied by a thirteen year old girl who was his daughter.
"Yes uncle?" Nanae chirped. She couldn't understand why he looked so sad, it seemed as if he were going to cry and his daughter, who was Nanae's cousin, was crying and held his hand tightly.
He went over and sat on one of the hard, plastic chairs, lifted Nanae up and sat her upon his knee. She clutched her drawings tightly and he glanced at them quickly.
"That's a lovely picture, is that your mummy and daddy?" He asked gently. Nanae nodded. The thirteen year old girl, whose name was Sae, went to the hospital bathroom in order to wash her tearstained face.
Nanae gazed up at her uncle, puzzled , it was strange to see him look like that because he usually had a smile or a goofy grin plastered on his face, but not today. No, not today.
"Nanae, it's your mother," he said softly to the child on his lap.
"Is she better? Can we go home now?" She asked hopefully.
He tried hard not to let the tears fall. He swallowed the lump in his throat. How am I going to break this to her? She's so small and fragile; she doesn't deserve all this pain, not at such a young age…
"No, she's….sleeping." he told her.
"In the daytime? You just have to shake her and she wakes up."
He smiled sadly at the innocence of his niece. He took a deep breath.
"Nanae, she won't wake up."
"Maybe if you call her name loud enough then she will." The girl insisted.
Her uncle held her tiny hands firmly and looked at her.
"Your mother…she's in heaven now." He explained gently.
Nanae tilted her head to one side and blinked. "Can I see her?"
He shook his head at her. "No."
The child held confusion in her large blue-grey eyes but after a while she felt she understood what her uncle was trying to say.
"Mummy won't come back to take me home?" she asked in a small, shaky voice.
"No." was the reply.
Nanae lowered her head sadly, but she didn't cry, it being too early an age to feel grief. Instead, she closed her eyes and began to think about her mother, looking radiant, rising up through the clouds and joining the angels in heaven. Her uncle sighed and stood up, setting Nanae down on the ground and taking her hand.
"Don't worry Nanae, I promised your mother I would look after you before she…before she fell asleep. You're going to live with Sae and me." He told her reassuringly. The child nodded. They went to fetch Sae and the three of them left the Tokyo hospital after the uncle spoke to the doctors and after Nanae had picked up her precious drawings. They exited through the automatic glass doors and walked along the pavement, the uncle hailed a taxi and waited for the two girls to get in before climbing in himself and the taxi drove off in the direction of the train station, where the three would catch a train to get back to Osaka.
The taxi passed two boys who were making their way towards the glass doors of the hospital. The eldest of the boys limped slightly and carried the smallest in his arms and both had their clothes torn and were sporting a number of scratches and bruises. The eldest looked about eight, maybe nine and the youngest seemed to be five or six years of age and he was unconscious. The older boy limped through the opened doors and tiredly made his way to the front desk, half carrying, half dragging the small one.
Nurses rushed about and doctors shouted out orders and prescriptions. There were many people in the waiting room but they were all too occupied or too worried about their sick relatives to notice the boys approach the desk. The nurse behind it answered the forever ringing phones and quickly scribbled notes in a small blue book.
RIIIING RIIIING!
"Alright, I'll be sure to give Dr. Sakamoto that message, bye."
RIIIING RIIIING!
"Hello? No I'm afraid she's in doing surgery at the moment, please call in an hour or so, goodbye…" The nurse said in a rushed manner as she held the phone in one hand and wrote on a small white message board with the other.
"…please…help…" said a small, tired voice.
The nurse immediately stopped what she was doing and leant over the desk to see where the voice had come from. She gasped as she saw the boy who had called out to her sway on his feet and collapse, dropping the younger child onto the floor also. She rushed out from behind the desk and knelt down beside them, checking their pulses as a crowd of people in the waiting room gathered round them to see what had happened. The eldest was still awake but was finding it hard to stay that way as he seemed to be having difficulty breathing. The nurse called out for a doctor and at the same time tapped the eldest boy's cheek gently, trying to get him to stay conscious.
"That's it dear, look at me, the doctors are coming soon to take care of you and the little one. No dear, don't close your eyes, look at me, look at me." She said firmly. She wondered where they had been and how they got hurt. It looked as though they had been crawling through thorn bushes or something. The older boy began to slip into unconsciousness and she could do nothing to stop those golden eyes from closing. As she waited for the doctor to arrive she softly brushed the strands of silver hair that were sticking to the cuts on his pale face.
The team of doctors appeared with two hospital stretchers and instantly rushed to their side, the boys were hoisted onto the stretchers and hurriedly wheeled down the corridor, away from the crowd.
"Dehydration, fatigue, minor cuts and bruises…any idea of what could have happened to them?" The doctor asked, checking their vitals along the way.
"No doctor, Nurse Sato just said that the eldest collapsed right in front of her and that the smallest one seemed to have already been unconscious, that is all." Answered one of the younger doctors.
The doctor who had asked the question nodded and rapidly scribbled on the papers attached to his white clipboard.
"Is there a spare room for them doctor?" asked the young medic.
"Children's ward is full, there's no room to put them in, we've only got one empty room. It was occupied earlier by the cancer patient but she didn't make it. We'll have to move them into that one." The doctor replied.
They quickly hurried through the two doors that led to that particular ward. The pale blue doors swung once, twice and closed.
A/N: well that's the first chapter done, please read and review and if you didn't understand something, please don't hesitate to ask. Nanae's uncle is her mother's only brother. Just so you know. Kyuuketsuki san, over and out.