Patients is a Virtue
Summary: He came at me so fast, I didn't even have time to flinch. His long clawed fingers gripped my neck and slammed me against the wall. "What d-do you want?" I choked out. His hostile stare made it hard for me to look at him. He whispered, "You're flesh."
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Note: This story is first-person, told from Kagome's point of view.
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We were frozen in the air for what seemed like eternity. I was terrified of heights so I gripped his shoulders and buried my face in his bare chest. He didn't seem to notice but it was like jumping off my house, and you know how big it is. I didn't dare to look up at his face, but judging by the way he just simply lept out of the window, made it seem like he'd done this in his past. What is this guy, exactly?
I waited patiently for us to smash into the ground, but all I felt was a small vibration. I dared to open my eyes. We were in the parking lot. He was crouched on his knees for a half second, then he stood up.
Then he dropped me.
"Keh. Stupid bitch." he muttered. I squealed and stood to sweep myself off. The concrete was hard and dry. I groaned and stood up. Sure enough I heard the little rocks hit the ground. My ass would definately be sore later.
"Which car is yours?" he asked suddenly.
"My keys are in my purse. And my purse is still in the office." I complained.
He held out my purse and gave it to me. I stared at him in shock. "How did you—"
"Shut up, bitch. It's always questions with you. I snagged it after I killed that guard. I knew it was yours. Your scent is all over it." he said matter-of-factly. What, did he have some super smelling power? I wasn't wearing perfume today. Then again, this guy was no ordinary mortal if he could easily jump from a four-story bulding.
I walked to my car and thank goodness I remembered to keep the hood up. I unlocked the doors and he hopped in the passenger seat almost immediately. He clicked on his seat belt while I pulled out of the lot.
The drive home was very silent and disturbing. I could feel him staring at me the whole way. It was embarrassing and I blushed and bowed my head. Whenever we were at a red light, I look anywhere but in his direction. It was nervracking to turn at a stop sign because when looked to the right, he was staring at me like he was trying to get inside my head. His stare was so concentrated it actually hurt to look at him.
I decided to try to talk to him, to see if it would lighten his gaze a little. "So, Inu... May I call you Inu?"
"No." he said throught gritted teeth. "Inuyasha."
"Well, Inuyasha,"—my voice shook a little—"how old did you say you are?"
"I didn't, wench. But if you must know, I'm twenty-four." he scoffed. I winced slightly. The light turned green and I made a right turn. We were about three blocks away now. I tried to comfort myself by thinking that. The sooner we got to my house, the sooner his eyes would stop impaling me.
As I turned to pulled into the garage, his gaze left me and he stared in awe at my home. "You live here?" he asked in amazement. I nodded.
"Just me and my kitty, Buyo." I opened the door. He followed me.
"Why the fuck does a woman and her cat live in a place this big?"
"My family has a lot of money and I have a lot of stuff. Plus, this place is very clean and it's close to town. The neighbors are nice..." I babbled. He was still in a state of shock.
"Even your garage is spotless." he whistled low.
I shrugged. "I'm a neat-freak."
"Great." he muttered. I stepped up to the door and unlocked it. His face was priceless when he walked in the kitchen. He looked like a little kid in the world's biggest candy shop. His wide eyes appraised eveything from the floor to the ceiling. I giggled and set my purse down on the table.
He turned to me and I immediately shut up. He growled again and stepped towards me. "What the fuck is so damn funny, bitch? If I were you, I'd be terrified in a situation like this. Don't fuck with me."
I looked around to avoid his stare again. "Well... now that we're at my house... what are we doing?"
"I'm pretty sure you have a TV. I'm gonna watch it while you make me something to eat. So what's on the menu?" he turned to the fridge.
I shrugged and scratched he back of my head. "I was gonna make porkchops and potatoes today..." I started. He nodded and headed for the livingroom. I sighed and pulled out the ingredients and dishes I needed.
I wrapped the potatoes up in foil on a tray and put them in the oven. When I looked up he was in the doorway. "Is something wrong?" I asked shakily. He shook his head and continued to stare at me.
"I'd rather watch you than TV. I'm not letting you be in the same room without me. You'll probably call the police or something. I don't trust you." he scoffed.
I turned my head to roll my eyes. Yeah, and I totally trust some strange roof-jumping, homicidal maniac holding me hostage in my own home. "Look, I'm not gonna rat you out. I mean it."
"You should. I'll be listening and watching your every move. If you even try to go in the back yard I'll splatter your flesh all over the walls."
I gulped.
"I swear on everything I have in my life that I won't bust you. I'll let you live here as long as you don't hurt me." I desperately added the last part.
He stared at me for a long moment. "Fine." he finally said. I sighed with relief. "I won't hurt you as long as you let me live here."
"I don't really have anyone to tell anyway. I'm not exactly a social person. I'm a stud." I laughed at myself.
"What about Hojo?" he asked. I suddenly got serious.
"Uhh... Hojo likes me and it's flattering. I like to be around him because it makes me feel like I'm able to socialize with people. But when he asked me out, it just changed everything. I like him, but not the way he likes me. I just got so nervous when he asked me out."
"Why?" he sounded somewhat concerned.
"I haven't dated in over a month." I sighed, blushing.
"I haven't dated in almost 6 fucking years! You're just hiding too much. Wow, you're such a pathetic retard." he wasn't smiling but he sounded like he wanted to laugh.
I ignored the second part. "Why did you get locked up?"
His eyes became furious. His large hands balled into fists at his sides. "None of your fucking business." he said through gritted teeth. "I went insane. End of story." I may have been imagining but it looked like his eyes flickered red for a half second... I simply nodded.
"Umm... Just to let you know, with you not letting me leave the house and stuff, I'm not gonna be able to go to work. Which means I'm not gonna be able to put food on the table. So I guess you get 3 or 4 more dinners then we starve."
His expression changed: he was thoughtful now. "You're not too ditzy after all. Good point. But how the hell am I gonna go out in public with you? Hojo surely posted signs. They're probably on the news right now for Pete's sake. I don't trust you going off alone."
"We can... dye your hair."
His eyes narrowed. "Don't fucking touch me." he growled through his teeth.
I held out my hands in front of me. "Relax." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"So..." he began. Their was a sly edge to his voice and I gulped. "Well whatever with the dying my hair shit. I need you for tonight so reschedule your date with Hojo."
I raised an eyebrow. "Need me for what what?" I asked.
"I'm not letting you of my sight." he said simply.
"Didn't I promise you that I'm not going to rat you out?"
"You just wanna spend time with Hojo." his eyes were amused again. I didn't bother to respond to him when he brought up Hojo. "Or," he continued, ignoring my silence, "You're uncomfortable with him being overly friendly towards you."
"I suppose I am." I admitted shamefully. "I just wanted someone to socialize with. I'm not interesting. I honestly have no idea what he sees in me." I turned my head to wipe my tears. It made me sad to talk about my love life. My voice even sounded sad to me.
"That's definately true, even though I'm holding you hostage for a reason. Maybe he's like me: he justs wants to fuck you dry."—I flinched—"In fact, a nice dose of cock is exactly what you need. Unless you perfer pussy, or both." he sounded excited.
I gasped, embarrassed and turned to face him again. His expression was devilishly amused. Even his frown looked amused. I knew I was blushing. My skin began to feel hotter.
He stared at me, his amused expression turning to thoughtful as he cocked his head to the side. "Am I right?"
"My sex and relationship life will remain confidential, thank you." I spat.
His voice sounded amused again. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" he gasped. I turned my face away, feeling my skin grow impossibly hotter. "You are!" he yelled, making me jump. "I can warm you up for him, ya know? I'll bet I'm bigger anyway."
"Inuyasha, please! I don't wanna talk about this." I put my hands over my ears, even though I could still hear him.
"You wanna see it?" he asked somewhat innocently.
My eyes widened and I collapsed on the floor. I fell on my back, my hair covered my face. I pushed the locks out of my way and he was standing over me with his arms crossed over his chest. He shook his head in disapproval.
"You may not be a ditz, but you are a clutz." he muttered. I gave him a dirty look and stood up. I ignored him standing behind me for a moment as I divided the porkchops on two plates and turned off the stove and oven. I pulled the potatoes out and buttered them. It was so strange how Inuyasha didn't remember what his house looked like, but he remembered TV and romance.
Of course he'd remember penis and vagina—the typical male mind.
We each got two potatoes and four porkchops, which were bigger than the ones I usually bought. There were three extra potatoes on the counter. While he ate, I watched him in amazement. I've never scene anyone eat so fast. I looked down at my still-full plate, ashamed. By the time he was done, I was only halfway through my first porkchop, and I didn't even touch my potato. He sat, staring at me with a thoughtful expression. I got uncomfortable and felt sick. I pushed the rest of my food toward him. He gave me a questioning look and I smiled. He took the hint and dug in.
When he was done eating everything—including the left-over potatoes—I did the dishes and wiped off the mess he made on the table. Of course he watched me the whole time. He waited until I was done cleaning to make a comment. "I guess there are other good qualities about you. That was the best thing I ate in years. Way better than that hospital shit."
"Thank you." I smiled. I had to admit, he wasn't all that bad. He barely touched me since we got here. He commented me on my cooking—and ate it all—and he promised not to kill me. After I cleaned up and he made his comment, we went in the living room.
"Sitting and watching TV should calm your stomache down. You must be full." I said. He simply nodded and sat cross-legged on the couch on the opposite side of where I sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and the news was on.
On the news, was a female news reporter and Hojo. Behind them was the insane asylum. Inuyasha and I exchanged shocked glances then looked back at the TV.
"Hi, I'm Kito Tashi standing here with Akitoki Hojo, manager at the Tokyo Insane Asylum. Would you care to share with us what happened here, Mr. Hojo?" she put her microphone up to Hojo's face.
"Yes," he answered. "Our most dangerous patient has broken out of his room and escaped."
"And how has this affected the other patients?" Kito asked. In the backround I noticed a bunch of cops and employees and yellow tape that said Do Not Cross.
"Thankfully, all of the patients are still in their rooms. Each of them unharmed. But I can't say the same for my employees. Seventeen guards and thirteen nurses were killed. Each found with deep gashes and bruises in there bodies. We found one guard that was impaled through his chest. In all my years of working with dangerous patients, nothing like this has ever occured. The missing patient is named Inuyasha Takahashi."
"Is that all that makes him so dangerous?" the reporter asked, eyes wide.
"He doesn't think like a human. He thinks like an animal. But I can't get into specifics. I think he kidnapped one of our nurses. She went missing during these attacks. No one in the building has seen her since the alarm went off."
Hojo just handed the microphone back to the reporter and walked away, rubbing his temples. She looked confused for a moment then turned back to the camera.
"Mr. Hojo is giving a reward for anyone who finds the missing patient, Inuyasha Takahashi. The reward is twenty thousand dollars. Fliers will be posted along public buildings including patient information and a photo. There will also be missing posters of the missing nurse, Kagome Higurashi. Anyone with any questions or information please call 555-6012."
And she repeated the number two more times then I shut off the TV. I looked over to Inuyasha, eyes wide. He looked angrier than I'd ever seen. His lips were pulled back over his teeth and I realized that his canines were pointed like old-fasion vampire teeth. His teeth were gritted together and his death glare was directed at the black TV screen.
Then my phone rang, catching my attention. I glanced over at Inuyasha and his eyes were closed now. He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying to relax himself. I turned and leaned over the arm of the couch to retrieve the phone when a large, clawed hand grabbed mine and pulled it away.
With my hand trapped in his, I looked up and heard a low growl building up in his chest. I stared into his gold eyes that flickered to red.
Hey, sorry for the late update but I had my reading PSSAs and they're killing me. I've never written so much before—I had to write 6 pages of my definition of common sense! I have a fucking bruise on my pinky. I'm gonna try to get up another chapter of this because I know you guys are loving this story. We don't have school monday... I gotta get up All Boy School too... I'll try.
Peace.
-Lexy4KagInu