A/N: Alrighty guys! Here is that sequel everyone had been asking about! :D hope you weren't questioning what was going to happen for too long, and I hope this one is just as good as the first one was! I asked my guy friend what Sesshomaru's fluffy thing was and he said it was a scarf. My response to that was, "So he's walking around in the hot ass heat with a scarf on?" Needless to say I challenged this,I mean his father had two. His response to this was, "His dad was big ballin' that's why he had two." …If anyone out there knows what Sesshy's fluffy thing is please lemme know! DX But anyways, happy reading and fangirl on! XOXOXO
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Boys Over Flowers or the Inuyasha characters.
Not Easily Broken: Boys Over Flowers-Inuyasha Edition Part II
Chapter 1
Sesshomaru was drew from his work station at the commotion occurring out in the halls. It had been a fairly quiet and slow day up until then, so he wondered curiously what had suddenly taken place to cause such a commotion. Doctors from two hallways over ran briskly past him, nurses from various floors following in suit behind them.
"Female, sixteen years old, multiple gunshot wounds." He heard someone say among the rushing bodies in white.
It wasn't until Kirimi ran up to him that he began to grow worried. "What is it?" He asked, his brows furrowing.
"Sesshomaru," The pinkette breathed as she skidded to a stop. "It's your girlfriend."
The clipboard he'd been holding fell from his quickly numbed out fingers as he ran down the hall. His eyes wide, his heart racing, as he followed the all but shouting voices. As he neared the emergency room, Sesshomaru could make out the olive, blood stained skin on the operating table surrounded by doctors.
"Aubrey…" Her name came out in barely a whisper. He watched in horror, the world around him suddenly spinning out of control, as his fiancé clung to whatever life she had left. All around him were flashing shades of red and white.
"Mr. Tashio," A nurse said. "It's protocol for all the residents to stay out of the emergency room unless authorized to do so." She said.
"Aubrey…"
"Mr. Tashio?" Asked the nurse.
"Aubrey!" Sesshomaru said loud enough for her to understand. "Her name is Aubrey Holloway! How did this…? Is she going to make it?" He grabbed the nurse by her shoulders, looking wildly into her wide blue eyes.
"I… I don't know," The nurse stammered. "She's been shot multiple times, the doctors and surgeons said it's touch and go." The winded nurse pried herself away from the troubled boy's grasp, scurrying back into the emergency room.
As the door swung closed, Sesshomaru caught a glimpse of a blood covered arm, hanging limply off the operating table. The glisten from the from the diamond band on her finger forever etched into his mind.
After eight long and exhausting months of physical therapy and home schooling, Aubrey was finally released from the rehabilitation center and returned to Sesshomaru. It had been a late Saturday afternoon, the weather fairly decent. The car ride back to his condo was a long and silent one, neither one of them knowing exactly what to say to the other. Every day, without fail, Sesshomaru made routine visits to the rehab center before and after his shifts. Just to see Aubrey and document her progress. The quicker she healed, the quicker she returned home with him, considering she no longer had a home to go home to. Sesshomaru had long since informed her that shortly after she'd fallen into her coma, her mother had passed away. After that tragic ordeal, her father and sister moved back to their farm in Texas. Aubrey had of course wept, gravely affected by her mother's untimely passing, despite the woman being horrible and judgmental at times. But now that she officially had no more family in Japan, Sesshomaru's Tokyo condo was now home.
Nothing in Sesshomaru's neighborhood seemed to have changed much while she was gone. It was still stuck up and overly populated by 'richies' and their fancy hybrid cars. Aubrey did, though, stop short of his pathway. Her dark eyes fixed on the faint burgundy spot that covered half the size of the small porch, the very spot she'd been shot.
"Aubrey.." Sesshomaru called, holding out his hand to her.
Aubrey looked up from her spot, a quick wave of fatigue washing over her as she took the hand offered to her. "Thanks," She murmured as she was gently pulled up to him.
The condo hadn't changed much either, if anything he'd kept it exactly how she left it… literally. All the way down to her packed dufflebags by the staircase. 'Still hopeless…' She thought to herself, giving his hand a light squeeze.
"How about you go lay down and relax while I go make you a snack." Suggested Sesshomaru as he closed the door behind them, removing his sweater before proceeding to remove hers.
"As if," Scoffed Aubrey as she smacked his hands away. "I've been laying down for the last three years of my life. Next time I do it, it'll be when I'm good and ready to. Besides, if I remember correctly you were banned from the kitchen.." Said the belle.
"But-"
"No buts," She said firmly. "You go read or watch paint dry or something."
Sesshomaru's face grew grave as he sighed, he didn't want Aubrey pushing herself. That was the last thing she could afford at the moment, he didn't think he could survive her being hospitalized all over again. Especially since Aubrey still had quite a bit more healing to go before she could be considered completely healed. "Alright, fine." He chuckled quietly. "But don't overdo it." He chided in a parental tone that left Aubrey scowling.
"Don't tell me what the hell to do," Grumbled the belle, stomping off to the kitchen. Sesshomaru watched her go quietly, a sated smile on his face.
Aubrey spent, after preparing herself and Sesshomaru something worth ingesting, the remainder of her first day home in the comforts of Sesshomaru's bed. It felt refreshing to be back within comforting linens instead of the cold ones that reminded her constantly on what had happened to her. The doctor had patient files to complete among other things, so he distanced himself from her in his library while she relaxed and settled in. Going out of his way to check on her every hour, on the hour. Living without her was still a healing wound for the young man, and he feared that if he took his eyes off of her for too long she'd be gone all over again. Eventually Aubrey finally found peace long enough to get some sleep- it was good to be home.
Sesshomaru, making yet another trip to his bedroom to check on her (force of habit), found his fiancé fast asleep soundly. She had been lying on her side, her back facing the doorway; she didn't stir. From where he stood, the doctor's keen eyes could make out two of the four scars the gunshots had left behind when the bullets exited through her back. For a moment Sesshomaru's gaze lingered on the crescent moon scars, each on no bigger than a double A battery. Just thinking about that day, how he wasn't there to protect her, still haunted the depths of his heart and mind. But he made a promise to Aubrey. While she was comatosed and out of his reach, he intended to get justice for her attack. And if he had to run every business in Japan into the ground to get it, he would.
Sesshomaru woke the next morning feeling like he'd had the best night's sleep in his life. For the first time in lord knows how long he had his soul mate back in his bed, completing him, making for a peaceful slumber throughout the night. Aubrey had still been asleep beside him as he rolled over, her brows furrowed as she slept, strands of her wild curls falling into her face and shielding her beauty like a curtain. Even after all she'd gone through, the belle was still as radiant as ever. The young man watched as Aubrey began to stir, her dark eyes opening slowly and staring into his gorgeous morning face. He gave her a sheepish grin, kissing the tip of her nose in greeting. Aubrey allowed herself her first real smile in months, giving his lips a kiss of her own in return.
"I didn't mean to wake you," He murmured, giving her bottom lip a gentle poke. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming… waking up and having you by my side once again. Go back to bed, it's still pretty early."
That's right. The doctor had always been one of those people who rose before even the sun did. So with that in mind, the belle tiredly settled back into the warmth of his side of the bed. Inhaling the sweet natural scent he'd left behind.