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Title: My Sugar

Chapter One: I Don't Care

Kagome fidgeted in the overstuffed chair, angrily snarling at her psychiatrist. Why the hell did she have to be there, anyway? It wasn't like her parents really cared if she were sick- hell, even she didn't give a rat's ass if she were dying or not! Ten minutes to go and the session would be over…

"Kagome? Did you hear what I said?" The older woman leaned back in her chair and sighed. This had to be her worst patient yet! But immediately she regretted the thought. No- this girl couldn't be much worse than her Inu Taisho patients- who were indeed the reasons she hated eight 'o clock and seven o'clock on Friday mornings and evenings. So- this girl must be her worst female patient- most times Kagome refused to speak and, sometimes had surprise panic or anger attacks that caused such a ruckus that she had to be sedated- which only angered her more and refused to speak for long periods of time. Kami, how do her teachers put up with her? The good old doctor picked up her pencil and nibbled the tip.

Kagome resorted to a glare and picked at her clothes, clearly a small sign of nervousness and adrenaline rushing through her body. The young girl wore her faded baggy jeans and an oversized black tee shirt with a popular band from America called Linkin Park. Keade of course disapproved of such style and music, usually tried to imagine Kagome wearing something more pleasant with a nice smile she knew the girl possessed. She also, from watching the videotapes of Kagome's old choir tapes, knew that Kagome possessed a most stunning, beautiful voice that had been closed in for so long…the world would be lucky to hear her voice again.

Keade eyed the arm warmers and wristbands… as a result from her stressful depression, Kagome was a "mutilator" and took to horrible acts of slashing her arms or burning them with lighters. Of course, if anyone dared to mention it, Kagome laughed in their faces when they suggested she needed help or should check into a "rehab" facility. "I am getting help! Help from myself to hurry my pathetic little life over!" And that would be end of discussion. Five minutes… "Well, if you don't have anything to say, I suppose you would like to watch TV until your driver arrives…" Mutely Kagome snatched the remote from the desk and flipped on the television set hanging up in the left corner above her psychiatrist's desk. Instantly flying through the channels to MTV. Keade sighed, and her pen fluttered across the page of her clipboard.

Still refuses to speak after the last panic attack…picking at clothes, angry attitude as usual. Note to self: call Mrs. Higurashi and ask about the new medication and discuss recent stress difficulties of patient. Keade eyed the headstrong teen, expecting the usual blank or angry expression, but was shocked to find her trembling, hand over her mouth and her eyes wide in shock or fear. Rushing out of her chair, she rushed over to inspect what now seemed to be blood seeping out- a nosebleed? Kagome never had those…Keade forced Kagome's hand away and gasped when she saw it was not a nosebleed but hemorrhaging from the mouth- and still flowing heavily! She called out to the hall patroller strolling past the door and cried out for a nurse. The patroller ran down the hall without hesitation, and not a minute later was running with a few nurses. They must have known it was the Higurashi girl- there weren't many patients in the building who caused as much trouble.

Kagome began choking on her own blood and nurses set to work, lying her down and pulled out the sedatives, making the patient fearful and uncontrollable. She struggled to move out of their hands and began to scream obscenities, flinging her arms and kicking her legs. The number of hands frightened her, but no one seemed to realize it- and then all went black.

"Doc, this looks real bad." "I know Chikao, I know. But what is it? Is it a disease? Bad effects of her insomnia? Can't be a reaction of her diabetes… check up on this, will you? I want to be sure, but if my suspicions are correct…" she shivered. Chikao, her right hand nurse in training stared solemnly at the unconscious Kagome. "What?" "If, if I'm right- we've got another Akimian on our hands." Chikao gasped and covered her mouth. "B-but, Keade! Akimia…that's too rare…maybe it's something else." Keade shook her head. "No, not rare Chikao…it's new, which means it's starting to pop up- maybe there are many others who suffer from it Chikao. We just wouldn't know about it, because most people who have it probably couldn't afford a doctor! So… I want you to run the tests, I'll call her mother right away- if the tests return positive, I'll need to put her on the new medication right away and possibly take her to the clinic for examination. It would probably be best to place her in Taisho's group- this way I can discuss these Akimian issues with both of them. Inu-Yasha is still a fairly new case, anyhow. So get started." Chikao bowed with a "Yes, ma'am" and Keade left her and the others to the testing- meanwhile, she was going to have a tough time with that high and mighty stuck-up mother, Mrs. Higurashi…

"I can't be bothered right now- if you please, I am in the middle of a very important meeting." Mr. Higurashi hissed through the phone. Takai, Kagome's lifelong guardian was not surprised yet still her heart dropped to the floor. How could Kagome's parents not care? Apparently, after Kagome's new attack and disorder on top of it, Kagome's mother couldn't be bothered to leave the luncheon she was attending and now Mr. Higurashi had an important meeting- and if Takai knew anything, it was also a luncheon. "I'm quiet sorry to bother you, sir. Leave Kagome to me, then." Mr. Higurashi snorted, then hung up with "Of course, as always".

Takai hung the phone up and went to sit at her charge's bedside, and held Kagome's hand. It was sad, how two loving parents who were in love with each other- could now hate each other and hold no love for their daughter either. What happened? What did I miss? Ami and Kenjimo- what went so wrong? And…what is wrong with your daughter? For so long now- I feel as if your daughter were my own instead of yours. The other half- I wish she were…and in a sense, that wish has come true. Takai gently moved Kagome over more, and climbed onto the bed to lie beside her and in her sleep Kagome wrapped her arms around her.

Sixteen years ago, twelve-year-old Takai Higurashi lost her parents to a plane crash and was sent to live with her aunt and her husband, who had just had a baby girl. Though both were nice people who loved each other and their daughter very much, it was about that time things began to change, and became very busy. Soon they began asking Takai to baby-sit; because after spending much time with Kagome, Takai had become something to the infant. Indeed, Takai found herself disinterested with school or anything of the sort, and as Mr. and Mrs. Higurashi continued to distance themselves Takai found herself coming closer. She was paid well for her job, given a beautiful bedroom with nice clothing and an opportunity to do what she liked whenever she wasn't baby-sitting but Takai came to understand something.

She loved Kagome; Kagome was all she thought about- it was Takai whom she first called "mommy" and still did secretly while addressing Mrs. Higurashi as "Mother". She was the mother now, and didn't want it to be a job. But then she decided she could at least save the money up for later. She couldn't take care of Kagome forever, could she? Someday Kagome would grow into a beautiful, independent young woman and would want to leave. Takai could still live there, but she might be able to give the money to Kagome for collage, or something like that. That's what a mother did for her child, right? So still being paid for it sixteen years later, Takai had saved at least two million (rarely having used it except for things she bought for Kagome) and still counting. "…Mm…mommy? What the…" Takai blinked and looked down into Kagome's eyes, which though a beautiful blue-grey lined with pitch black were unfocused and confused. "Why am I home? They sedated me again?" Takai sighed and shook her head. "Yes, darling, you had to be sedated again. But this time it was different- you were bleeding from the mouth and shaking and after speaking with your doctor…apparently, it's something new called 'Akimia'. Something to do with a lot of high stress- actually, she said it's the highest level of stress bad enough to be classified as a disorder. It's a new thing, and not many people have it. I suppose she's got new medication and a new therapy group assigned for you. Are you feeling better? Can I get you anything?" Kagome snorted and laughed. "Sure, mommy. You can get me out of this family."

A silence fell over the pair, as the morning sunlight disappeared from the room and hid behind clouds. Kagome's room was beautiful, especially when the sunlight filled it- because the ceiling and walls were made of mirrors. They were lying in the low black silk covered bed that had two white nightstands on the sides with matching black lamps. The floor was white marble and the door to the bathroom and the double-door entrance was glass with embossed black swans, one on each door. It was a beautiful room; her father had designed it himself, and Kagome had loved to look at herself in the mirror for hours and watch herself multiply and do cartwheels and things like that (like facing two mirrors together, and they keep reflecting so there are more reflections of you).

Looking up at the ceiling, Takai saw that in their present position that they really did look like mother and daughter- well, a really young mother and daughter at least. When Kagome had been brought home, Takai had undressed her and put her into a black silk nightgown and robe, similar to her own and with their flowing raven hair and blue-grey wolf eyes they looked like sisters. It was the motherly sort of manner about Takai, and her aged skin and eyes that made her look old enough to be Kagome's mother. It was her smoking that aged her still-beautiful face and made her hack and cough once in a while, though Kagome despised it and always whipped the cigarettes out of Takai's hand, should Kagome have spotted her. The entire image had Takai itching for a pencil and paper- something she didn't do very often, but had extraordinary talent for.

As time passed, Kagome fell asleep again and Takai left the room to see about lunch.