I disclaim any and all rights to Inuyasha or any character used, parodied, or mentioned in this story. Inuyasha is the property of Rumiko Takahashi. No money is made off of this or any other fandom created by me. -Theores

A/N: Hello! After my first attempt at writing Long Forgotten Secrets didn't have the impact I was hoping for (that and the fact that I just wasn't liking a few choice chapters) I decided to start over with a new layout. This story still features my OC Rehema and is an OC x Sesshomaru fic. I hope you all enjoy it better than the last one and I'd like to offer special thanks to Trinabear who battled it out with me over the story plot. Please review. -Theores

Chapter 1: A Special Day

Rehema opened her eyes and blinked; her vision blurred as she tried to process images that her mind was not capable of handling in her half unconscious state. Throughout her entire body, all she felt was pain. Raising her hands that were laid out in front of her, the woman lifted her head to stare at her reddish brown fingers which suddenly twitched and turned to claw at the ground without her telling them to.

Why was she in so much agony? Her eyes clearing, they narrowed a bit and she gasped at seeing the redness of her skin was caused by blood, the coppery scent hitting her nose and dripping onto the dirt in droplets beneath her form.

Where am I?

Grimacing, she turned over so that her back laid against the ground, barely making out the pattern of a straw roof, while the square outlines surrounding a wooden structure that told her she was inside a well. How did I get here?

Confused and afraid she managed to sit up her aching body long enough to catch her breath before reaching out and attempting to climb the ivy that grew within the dried water source. Using the last of her strength, she propelled over the rim and landed onto yet another dirt floor, this time the ground appearing level with the rest of the world.

Leaning against the well for support, she wrapped her hands around her midsection which was where most of her pain seemed to be situated. From what she could feel, a few ribs had been broken. Looking around her, a new question arose that had nothing to do with her current situation. Why would a well be surrounded by a hut? The answer came to her randomly. It's a well house.

Nothing made any sense. Her entire body was in aching. The last thing she remembered; waking up in the well. She had gotten hurt after. Her name was. The year; she didn't know that either. Everything was a haze. Hearing a noise outside, Rehema opened her mouth to speak and moaned when she felt how sore her throat was too. What isn't wrong with me right now?

Outside the sounds of people talking reached her ears. Though they spoke a language she could understand a part of her told her; This isn't my language. Whatever that meant. Freezing when the door of the well house opened and two shadows appeared, she remained silent, listening as they conversed.

"What is it, Taka?"

"I thought I heard something coming from the well shrine."

The glow of a lantern hit her and she was forced to cover her eyes from the light.

"What the….Who are you?!" One man shouted.

"A foreigner?" The other suggested, lifting the lamp higher above their heads. "I think she's injured."

Foreigner? That would explain why this doesn't feel natural.

"How did she get here? Gaijin aren't allowed this deep into the country!"

"Can you turn that down…." She finally managed to whisper out, surprised when the undertone of an accent came out with her voice.

One of the shadows stiffened. "A Gaijin, no wonder she's covered in blood; she must have consumption!"

"On our sacred grounds no less!"

Panic. "What are you doing here wench?!"

Closing her eyes slightly, Rehema tried to explain. "I….I don't know…."

"What should we do with her?"

"Alert the shrine keeper! We have to get her out of here before she infects us all!" And with that, one of the shadows disappeared from view, apparently going off to do as he said he would.

On shaky legs, Rehema stood to her full height and rose her hands in a gesture of peace to the remaining man. "No! I'm not sick, I'm just injured…."

"Gaijin have no place here!" He yelled, interrupting her plea. "You have not permission nor reason to be on our holy grounds. Leave while you can wench!"

Outside she could hear the sounds of an apparent angry mob approaching, their shouts of anger making her think of tribal hunts where prey was ruthlessly stalked and killed all in the name of sport. And I'm the prey.

"You have three minutes! Go!"

She didn't need to be told twice, ignoring the pain in her figure, Rehema bolted from the well house, her direction unclear as she ran opposite the mob that grew ever closer with each pressing step.

What am I going to do?


As Inuyasha walked alongside his wife, he couldn't help but be curious about the way she kept sighing happily every few minutes as though she had discovered something that made her more cheerful than normal. Rolling his eyes when she did it yet again, the half-breed finally asked, "What has you so happy today?"

Blinking herself back to reality, Kagome looked at her husband and smiled. "Oh nothing, I was just thinking that today is a very special day."

"A special day?" Confused, Inuyasha tried to remember all the days she claimed were special to her in some way or another; her birthday, the day they met, the days Shippo, Miroku, and Sango each joined their group, the day Naraku was defeated; something called New Years. None of those or the thousands of other days she marked as special fell on today. Or had he forgotten? A bit nervous, he gave Kagome a cautious look and hoped she wouldn't be angry about him forgetting. "Uh….hmmm…."

Sensing his fear, Kagome assured him."Don't worry, it's nothing I ever told you about."

"Oh." He mentally breathed a sigh of relief. "So what is it?"

"Today marks the day my life was saved by someone very special."

"Keh….that's what's got you so happy?" Inuyasha said, recalling the multiple times he had protected her from danger.

"It wasn't just any saving," Kagome said, giving off another happy sigh. "I was only twelve days old."

"You were accident prone that early in life?"

She ignored him and kept talking. "The doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. Every test came back negative, no surgeon would operate because they didn't know what the problem was. I would stop breathing….."

"What's a negative test mean?"

"It means no test they performed found anything that would suggest I was sick," Kagome explained, glancing up at the sky. "Everyone had given up hope. And then they called this doctor….from a country called Egypt."

"Egypt?"

"Its a country in Africa," She said, ignoring Inuyasha's frequent interruptions. "She had to be flown in; that is, brought in all the way from her home. The doctors told her it was hopeless but she tried surgery anyway, against permission, she went into my chest…..and found the problem, I had a heart condition that was genetic...ah….passed down in my family. An issue so small nothing or no one else could have detected it, but it almost killed me."

Having not understood half of what she was talking about, Inuyasha merely focused on what he did. "So this woman…..saved you as a baby."

She nodded. "Uh huh. I literally owe her my life. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't exist, I would never have had a chance to live."

"Keh. This is the first time you've ever mentioned this."

"Yea….I know…."

"Why?"

"Because you wouldn't have understood," Kagome responded, smiling when Inuyasha crossed his arms and looked away. "And Zakari-sensei I haven't seen since…..my graduation."

"That thing you got after you defeated…..school?"

Kagome closed her eyes and shook her head. Six months and he still had the concept of schooling and exams confused. "Today is just a special day is all. Zakari-sensei ended up staying in Japan after my surgery….but I never got a chance to thank her properly."

"She was just doing her job wasn't she?"

"But she risked so much to make sure I lived." Kagome insisted, turning to face him. "They told her to let me die….I don't even know how she got called in the first place. Had she failed…..they could have taken her license."

"License?"

Kagome dismissed it with a brush of her hand. "It's not important. The point is, Zakari-sensei is a very special person, rather she remembers me or not."

"Keh. Well even if I have no idea what she did that was so great, as long as she saved your life, I'm grateful too." Inuyasha said, walking a bit ahead so that she wouldn't see him blush.

"And even if I'm just one of a million patients to her, I'm sure she does everything to make sure they live." Kagome finished, continuing on with their walk.


"Let me be!" The man shouted, "Leave or I'll jump! This doesn't concern you!"

"Go ahead," Rehema responded casually, leaning out the window to her waist. Eight stories up, a well-dressed man wearing glasses was currently standing outside on the hospitals ledge, his face contorted in anger as the doctor continued to pester him in his once private moment. "I won't stop you, in fact, I might be joining you very soon."

The stranger scoffed. "Excuse me!"

"I was about to do the same thing you're doing now…." Rehema replied gently, "But you were already here." The wind began to pick up, and noticing something the doctor turned her head sideways and stared openly in the stranger's direction.

"What are you doing?!"

"Looking at your abs."

"What!"

"Up this high, the wind's blowing hard and your shirts coming undone at the bottom…." Rehema whistled in approval. "You're pretty well defined for a Japanese." Crawling through the window and getting to her feet, the woman joined him on the ledge. "What's the rest of your body look like?"

Staring at her for only a moment, the stranger dropped his head in defeat. "My last moments on earth and I'm stuck with a female pervert." He glared at the sky next. "The Kami truly do despise me."

Rehema stuck her tongue out in protest. "Hey….I'm not that bad!" Moving closer, she smirked when he reacted and took a few baby steps back.

"Stop you, idiot!" He said. "You'll make me fall!"

"Oh please," She responded, rolling her eyes. "This is a wide ledge, and your back is against the wall. You aren't gonna fall."

"Then I'll jump. You're disrupting me."

"So?"

He growled low in his throat. "Your presence is about to kill me and you don't even care?!"

Rehema shrugged. "What's it matter?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're about to jump regardless. What's the difference if I get close to you or not?" Peeking over the edge, Rehema chuckled at the world that ran below them like ants on a hill. "Try looking down, maybe you'll get dizzy and fall."

"You can't say that to a person threatening to leap to their death!"

"I can if my intention is to push you!" Rehema replied with a bizarre grin.

The man scowled. "Aren't doctors supposed to save lives, not take them away?"

"What makes you think I'm a doctor?"

"You're wearing scrubs."

"Any jackass can buy scrubs!" She exclaimed, pulling at her shirt. "Doesn't make them a doctor."

"But you are a doctor," He said. "And a well-known one. When you left the operating room people were clapping and cheering."

"Still doesn't mean I'm a doctor. For all you know I'm just some nut who broke in here trying to play god."

"Zakari…." The stranger said, glowering at her. "That's your name. Zakari-sensei."

Ignoring it Rehema pointed to the man's own green silk shirt. "Show me your chest."

He growled. "No!"

"Awww….come on….just a peek?"

"No! Go away!"

Pouting Rehema put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Look, either you let me see your chest now or I'll see it and much more in ten minutes after you've hit the pavement and ended up in our morgue awaiting an autopsy."

"Go away!"

"What are you like in your late twenties?" She continued on, looking at his brown eyes and windswept hair. Focusing on his designer clothes and lack of a wedding ring next, Rehema sighed when she realized he was probably a trust-fund baby. "You should be in the lap of luxury, ruining some innocent females lives."

Tiredly he looked at her."You don't understand anything…." The man muttered out. "You have no idea what I live with."

"Really?" The doctor brushed her hair back, revealing the new bandage that covered her forehead. "I might understand more than you think."

"What?"

Advancing a bit Rehema explained, "I've been on this ledge more times than I can count. Always wanting to jump, never having the courage to do so. I backed out every time." She took another step closer. "You're just like me. You want to jump but you need an extra push to actually go through with it. It's like fate."

"Like...fate?" He repeated, giving her a blank stare.

"Otherwise why else would I pick this particular window and this particular ledge out of the hundreds this building has? The fact that you chose it too says it all." Rehema grinned. "We're supposed to jump together!"

"You can't be serious…."

Ignoring him, Rehema considered their options, "Now then how to do this….I suppose one of us could jump first and then the other follow...but then whoever goes second might end up backing out…." Looking over his body again, the doctor tapped a finger against her chin. "It would be easier if we held hands." She extended her arm. "We can go together."

His brown eyes became the size of saucers at her declaration. Seeing her poker face expression, the man involuntarily shook as the thought that she might actually pull him off the building came to mind. Rehema was right about the ledge being wide because he turned and ran, the doctor right on his heels. They were only about half way around the first corner when he began to hear her panting behind him, her steps becoming further apart from his own as he tried to get away from the psychotic woman.

Eventually, they ended up back where they'd started, and using the opportunity, the man launched back through the window into the hospital hallway where he promptly sealed the framework, locking Rehema out. Waiting until the doctor caught up, the stranger gave her a superior smirk when she tried to open the window from the outside, snickering once she gave him a hopeful look and pointed at his still partly unbuttoned shirt. Shaking his head the man turned his back on her and walked off to another wing, leaving the doctor stranded outside on the ledge.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, much better than the original. I think. Please review! -Theores