Disclaimer: Wants to/Can't/Doesn't/Wishes to/Hopes to/Will never Own it.
A/N: Hello! This is my first multi-part fic. ^__^ hopefully this turns out well!
Anyways, on with the show!...
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Previously: And at that moment Sesshoumaru knew what he had to do. He was going to do his work, but as always, he wouldn't put anything into it. Nothing.
Not his blood, not his sweat, not his tears…Not even his heart. Yes, just the same thing as always.
If only everything that Sesshoumaru Mori thought was always right, too…
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Of White corridors and Red roses :: Blank rooms and Blood tests
"Yesterday, a display of heroism occured when a woman aged 85 years was rescued by a firefighter when she was trapped in an old apartment building which was wrapped in flames at about 3:10 am. The said cause of the violent fire was faulty wiring. The woman is now staying in the Tokyo General Hospital, suffering third degree burns. She is the only survi---"
She turned off the TV, looking for something else to do. Nothing seemed exciting to do in a blank, 4-cornered room on a reclining bed.
'I want to go home', thought Kagome Higurashi, 'I told them I was fine. I want to continue teaching, there's so much to do. I've been absent for 4 days now. Surely I'm ok. It was just nausea'
A ittle bit of vomiting wasn't really something to worry about. It could be just food poisoning, but her friends insisted that she go on a check-up. Now, she has to stay for a couple of days or so. Curiously,for the past weeks, she had started losing a lot of weight, more weight than necessary. She never went on a diet. She was also losing her appetite and would throw up after every meal. Of course, she never told anyone about that. Why should she? The last thing she wanted was to have someone fussing over her own stupid imperfections because she hated feeling helpless.
A young, proud woman indeed. Though there are some signature trademarks that this Kagome Higurashi has…
A pre-school teacher. Just turned 23. Looking for her maniac/bastard/millionaire father who left her oka-san. Had a divorce and lost her oka-san all in the same month. Has a stupid twin sister, Kikyo, whose world revolves around men. Broke. Has a little brother to take care of. Wants to finish college. Fed-up with life.
Those are probably the most accurate descriptions one can say about Ms. Higurashi. An old head on young shoulders.
Just then, a tall, intimidating, and a rather scary doctor barged into the room, followed by a short, plump nurse.
"Higurashi-san, time for your blood test"
'Shit', came the inaudible reply…
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Vocab:
Oka-san- mother
Ya… I know. Its so damn short. Gomen! Next time it'll be longer! Please review!
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Next chap: Of White corridors and Red roses :: Handsome faces and Cold voices
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