Chapter 6: Recovery
The evening was somber in the newly founded family house for Inuyasha and Kagome. She laid in bed with their newborn and her both stared endlessly at their daughter, as if she was a wonder to behold into the new world. Kagome smiled blissfully thinking of their future as a family, the future of the village of Edo, and perhaps the future of their world as a whole. She then looked to Inuyasha who possessed a worried look on his face. She didn' suspect this would happen. "Inuyasha, whats wrong?" He gave a small flinch as if getting out of a trance before coming back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, its nothing." He replied. Kagome decided to press on.
"You know I can tell when you're lying at this point, and you are indeed. Please just tell me." He suppressed it at first, but it would be of no purpose to do so.
"Kagome, you know about my childhood. How I always had to fend for myself and for the longest time I couldn't trust anyone." He explained, Kagome nodded with sadness in her heart about his past. "I never had parents to raise me and show me the ways of the world, all I have is my experience with cruelty and rejection. I don't want Mizu to know this kind of pain I carry." Kagome grabbed his hand and looked upon with optimism.
"She won't, and you won't ever have to feel like this ever again. She has us, and now you have us." Hearing this made him shocked, then calmed, as if for the first time now and forever he finally has a something he truly wanted in his heart, a family to call his own. One to accept him and to love him as he does them.
The room smelled of bile and death. A few beds were occupied by the surviving children of the trial. Every night a child died from the mutations, and some two, perhaps three. Sile and Philipa tended to the children as best as they can, but they could only relieve the pain to an extent on the orders of Letho.
Otto laid in his bed with the mixing taste of vomit and blood in his mouth. He was skinny to the point of his ribcage being exposed. His veins felt like they burned all over and at times felt like sharp icicles that froze and cut him all over. His eyes burned and yet somehow he could see in the dark at times. He begged for death to take him and end his pain.
Next to his bed was Oslo, the boy he saved from the trial, or so he thought. Oslo looked at the ceiling, no movement, no breath, not even a blink. "Oslo!" Otto cried in a raspy voice. "Oslo, please say something." The boy did not respond. "Please!" As Otto begged, Eskol came and covered the boy in his own sheets. He then carried Oslo to a cart and rolled him off with another corpse. Otto looked away and wished for the same faith.
Letho observed the remaining children in their beds, as if inspecting the stock of horses without the slightest sense of humanity. The deaths did not seem to bother him, even those of children for that matter. Being no stranger to the dealing of it to others,perhaps it was his way of dealing with the tremendous loss of apprentices. Those that were enduring he poured water into their cups. He came to Otto about to pour, yet the boy's cup was full, still fresh, Otto didn't drink willfully. He looked at the boy with frustration. Otto was rebelling by deciding to die. "What good would it do you Otto?" Letho asked. "All that training, all that surviving and all that study just to die? Willfully for that matter?" He then looked at the other bed, where Oslo laid. "Hmm, you think you would see him on the other side, if there even is one? What would he say about you quitting like a pussy? Hmm?" Otto tried to move his mouth to speak, but even that was effort, let alone breathing. "Thats better, and let me tell you something." He leered over Otto with a glare that would cause despair even in the toughest of vagabonds. "Whenever you feel that you want to die, remember this name dog. OSLO."