Author's Note: Updated quickly this time! I just had so many ideas for this chapter; I couldn't wait to write them. I'm pretty happy about how this fanfic is turning out. I hope everyone else is too! But of course, I won't know unless you review! Also, the quote that you will find in here… I got it off of a website with miscellaneous quotes, and this one didn't tell who or what it came from. If anyone knows, please tell me so that I can give him or her credit. It not… oh well.
Disclaimer: The English dictionary defines the word 'disclaimer' as… Foxterr does not own InuYasha!
My Will
Chapter 12: The Heart
InuYasha turned his bleary eyes away from the door as the red headed nurse walked in. He lay in his bed, covers pulled up to his chin. The boy half opened one eye to watch her as she made her way around the room. He could tell by the dark circles under her green eyes that she was tired.
"InuYasha, get out of bed," She sighed. The sharp and irate quality that had once been in her voice had long since been drained away by sleepless nights, InuYasha noticed. She was now listless, as many of the nurses were. They completed their tasks with empty smiles, but the boy also noticed that fear danced in their eyes.
InuYasha knew well that they had heard of Kikyo's story. Since that day, no nurse would consent to go down into the basement if they were sent down there for whatever reason. And most of all, no one would go anywhere near the patient who had supposedly murdered Nurse Kikyo.
Kagome Higurashi.
"It's been three weeks. Get out of bed and do something," The red head continued in the same emotionless tone. InuYasha sat up quickly from his bed, a menacing growl escaping his throat as he did so.
The woman jumped, dropping the pile of laundry onto the tile floor. Her green eyes grew wide with fear as she backed towards the wall and pressed her back against it.
InuYasha flopped back onto the softness of the covers, content that he had gotten the desired effect. With shaking hands, the nurse picked up the laundry and fled the room without another word, leaving InuYasha to his solitude.
Although, now that he thought about it, it was true. He hadn't gone to any sessions in the past three weeks. In fact, he hadn't gone anywhere besides the bathroom and the cafeteria, where he only stayed long enough to eat his food. Most days he spent unmoving in his bed, contemplating what had happened on that day.
Kagome… she was locked up; alone in the padded room. His mind went back to the night that he had found her in there. The way hope had flickered across her face upon seeing him. He had caused her to feel hope?
With a grunt, InuYasha threw the covers off of his body, slipping out of the bed. The strange emotions suddenly washing over him were more than the boy could handle at the moment.
Getting dressed quickly, InuYasha made his way down to the cafeteria. He could always count on food to get his mind off of things.
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Kagome watched with narrowed eyes as Miroku cleared his throat and folded his hands upon his desk. "Tell me, Kagome. What do you remember about that night three weeks ago?"
Kagome remained silent, glaring at him with hollow eyes. She shifted slightly in the uncomfortable straight jacket, turning her head to face the globe. The girl was not surprised by her reflection on the over polished surface. After all, her once shiny and soft black hair had gone without a proper combing for nearly three weeks now. It set in matted clumps around her head. Her face was pale, her eyes looked empty, void of feeling.
Miroku raised an eyebrow at her, "Kagome, you do know what night I'm talking about. Don't you?"
Kagome turned back to face him, her eyes suddenly sparked with fire in her anger. "I know what you're talking about," She spat.
Miroku did not flinch; he simply nodded calmly and continued. "Then perhaps you can tell me what you remember from that night?"
It was a simple question, asked innocently enough. But Kagome had been hearing that question for weeks, and she had answered it the same way every time. Why did no one believe her?
"I told you already!" She yelled, jumping up from her chair, which tilted from her sudden movement and then toppled onto the floor behind her. The doctor who had been standing in the corner got up to grab the girl before she could fly across the desk at the man.
"I don't remember anything!" She screamed as the doctor began to drag her out of the room, "I didn't kill her! Do you hear me? I didn't do it!" Miroku watched calmly as the doctor pulled out a needle.
"No," the psychiatrist put up a hand to stop him, "She has a right to say her part."
The doctor put the needle away. As Kagome caught her breath after the sudden outburst, he picked the chair up and sat her back down into it. "Don't do that again," He growled, stalking back over to his corner in the shadows.
"Okay," Miroku began again, taking a deep breath, "You don't remember. That's perfectly understandable. You have a right to know, Kagome, that someone with your condition tends to black out at times, believing that they are completely possessed by one of the voices—"
"He's not just a voice from my imagination," She muttered to him, "He's a real person who can somehow get into my head."
Miroku nodded, scribbling something down on the chart in front of him. "Can you tell me his name?" He asked, pen at the ready to write.
Kagome shook her head, "He never told me."
Miroku nodded again, placing the clipboard onto his desk and the pen next to it. "That's alright. But as I was saying… You are planning to plead insanity at the case, correct?"
Kagome nearly shot back out of her seat at that comment, but with a few deep breaths she managed to contain her anger. "I didn't kill her," She ground out, "I was unconscious on the floor, and when I woke up, I found her dead."
"Kagome…" Miroku shook his head, "The only finger prints we found on the knife… were yours…"
At this, Kagome stared at him, dumbstruck. "But I didn't…"
Miroku looked at her with pity in his eyes, "You did."
Kagome could take it no longer. She broke down into tears, sobbing loudly. Having no hands to cover her face with, she brought her knees up on the chair, bringing them close to her body.
"I didn't… I didn't kill… Kikyo…"
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"What's all this?" The nurse asked as she loaded a suitcase full of belongings into one of the empty closets.
The nurse next to her, toting a large, yellow backpack spoke, "This is Miss Higurashi's stuff."
The other nurse felt her hands begin to tremble, "Kagome Higurashi? The one who murdered Nurse Kikyo?"
"The very same," The other nurse nodded, tossing the backpack carelessly into the dark closet. Both nurses, already on edge, jumped back in alarm as a small stone rolled out of the closet, stopping at their feet.
"What's this?" The first one asked, bending down to pick it up. Slowly, she turned it over in her fingers as she stood, noting the strange symbol engraved on one side.
"Who cares? Just put it back and let's go. I don't want to touch that girl's stuff anymore than I have to. It's probably cursed." The girl backed away slightly, tugging on her friend's arm.
The other laughed, tugging her arm free and walking into the closet. After placing the stone back in the backpack, she joined her coworker once more, closing and locking the closet door behind her.
"Oh, it's just like you to come up with something as far fetched as that," She giggled, leading the frightened woman away.
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'But I loved Kikyo…' InuYasha's thoughts wandered, 'How could I possibly feel that way about Kagome after what she did?'
'But she said she didn't do it,' He told himself, 'why don't I believe her?'
As he sat on the floor, flicking his marbles across the tile, InuYasha pulled the broken pink stone out of his pocket, placing it in the middle of the floor. Each marble reminded him of something, which was why he enjoyed watching them for so long. The pink one was his favorite. So delicate, so beautiful; it reminded him of his mother.
Your heart understands what your head cannot yet conceive; trust your heart.
He remembered that his mother had said those words to him, long ago. She had been tucking him into bed, and had whispered those words into his ear. He had never really understood what she had meant by that. Not even when he had been weeping over her grave. Yet suddenly… It was all clear.
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"Kagome?" The soft whisper of a familiar voice floated into the small room. Kagome slowly lifted her head, as it ached from hours of sobbing.
"InuYasha?" Her heart lifted, but sank again as she realized what she had done.
"Come to the door," He beckoned. It was night again, and the doctor lay dozing in his chair while a rerun of 'I Love Lucy' played in the back round. InuYasha pressed himself up against the cold metal door, as if he could feel the girl through it as she slumped against it once again.
"Kagome, I believe you. You could never have—" He was suddenly cut off by her voice.
"They told me that I did, InuYasha," She choked back a sob, "And I'm beginning to think that they're right."
Your heart understands what your head cannot yet conceive; trust your heart.
"You didn't."
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Extra Author's Note: I know it seems that Kagome's emotions are going everywhere, but the truth is that—they are! She's under a lot of stress, which is causing her to have emotional outbursts and such. Okay? Just in case someone was going to comment about that. Also, you will soon learn why InuYasha is in the mental hospital in the first place. Stay tuned and please review!