Kagome sat there looking at the old man, "Well what is it?"
"He has the strange sickness that only demons can get, it is called the Red death because eventually the skin cracks and bleeds just hours before they die, luckily Inu Yasha is only a half demon. If he was a full blooded one he would have been dead days ago. The sickness travels by contact, even after a demon dies who has this disease he still can transfer it for days. As long as your friend is sick no demon will come close to you, a full demon can sense the sickness for miles. No one knows where the disease came from, but it is feared by all demons."
"So he will be alright? It only kills full demons," Kagome asked looking back at Inu Yasha who had his head close to the bucket, holding back from gagging by breathing deeply.
Yonan's wrinkled face became serious and his big bushy eyebrows came together, "He still has demon blood flowing in his veins, the sickness will still claim his life, but much slower. By his state I give him a week before he dies," Inu Yasha gagged loudly in the background, "Perhaps less."
"Well give him the cure quickly," Kagome ran over to the cupboards, "Which one will help him?"
Yonan lowered his head, "I do not have the medicine to help him, I have some of the ingredients, but there is a crucial ingredient that I do not have. The thing you require is the Blue Dragon flower that grows at the top of that mountain," He pointed outside to a distant mountain hiding behind gray clouds, "Your lucky it is in season right now."
"Oh crap," Kagome whispered to herself.
"You may rest here tonight and head out tomorrow morning with my cart and horse. I would send my son with you but he will be gone for many days and you have no time to loose. I will fill you in on the details of the potion in the morning," Yonan looked outside, "The shadows are claiming the village, night has come, time for rest, you will need it."
The night did not let anyone sleep peacefully, In Yasha tossed and turned mumbling in his sleep. His eyes would open every so often, glossed over; darting around before sleep took over again. Kagome sat next to him placing a cold cloth on his face when he was hot, and covering him up when he began to shiver.
"How is he doing?" Yonan asked.
Kagome shrugged her shoulders; "His fever is getting worse."
Inu Yasha began to mumbled while tossing in a restless sleep, "'Death rides hard in battle. and its sword .sharp. It cares not what it kills. That is what.what you told me once.so many years ago."
"What is he talking about?" Kagome asked leaning towards him, "What are you trying to say Inu Yasha?"
"Don't worry about that Kagome, it is just fever talk. The words of the sick can be confusing, never meaning anything."
She just looked back at Inu Yasha and held his hand, "Your going to be alright I promise," she gently squeezed his hand, and Kagome swore he squeezed back.
Yonan said he would watch Inu Yasha for the rest of the night, she needed her sleep. Kagome laid there in the other room wide eyed. Her body screamed at her to sleep but her mind kept telling her that she needed to care for him. Every now and then she could hear Inu Yasha coughing loudly, she tensed up praying for him to stop, then would relax again when all became quiet. She did this for hours. Kagome didn't remember when she had fallen asleep, but the sun was up when she woke. The window let in a sliver of sun to light the room.
She walked into the other room rubbing sleep from her eyes. Yonan was asleep in a chair next to the bed. Inu Yasha had been stripped of his shirt. Sweat covered his chest and forehead like another layer of skin. His chest rose slowly, haggard breaths left his mouth as he struggled to breathe. His condition had worsened. Kagome woke Yonan up; he walked over to his table and brought back something that looked almost like a funnel. He placed it on Inu Yasha's chest and closed his eyes counting the heartbeats.
"His heart is still working fine, but that will not last. Come I will get the wagon ready for you," He put on his cloak of deep brown and gave Kagome a green one that was very large, "You may keep this there is always snow and ice on the mountains, the wind cuts deep. People don't get stuck in snowstorms up there, they die."
Yonan led out a shaggy mare, her main was knotted and full of mud, "She may not look like much but she is strong, best horse in the hole village. Her name is Storm she is good in the snow and will serve you well."
Kagome pulled out the old cart; its wheels caked with mud and grass. Years of dust blew off in the wind. The leather tarp was covered with a multitude of patches of all colours. They loaded it up with blankets and food for the journey.
"Your friend will stay warm in there while you travel," Yonan said patting the side of the chart.
"Inu Yasha is coming with me? But he is to sick to travel."
"I know, but the Blue Dragon flower is only useful hours after it is picked. That is why you must make the potion up on the mountain and add the flower right away. And Inu Yasha must come. He will not live long enough for you to make it back down the mountain. It takes fours days to reach the summit where the flowers grow. There is a field full of them, an ocean of blue at the top of the world, you can't miss it."
"Will any one be going with me?" Kagome asked already dreading the answer.
"No my child, every one in this village is afraid to go up, much less with a half demon. Even if he is sick."
Kagome just nodded her head, pulling her cloak tighter around her body. As they left the old hut, with Storm pulling eagerly along the dirt road, the icy wind came is a gust, moaning across the rooftops, whipping Kagome's cloak like a banner. The wind drove thin clouds across the sky, but the mountain was still covered by a thick wall of grey.
Kagome turned around waving to Yonan, "Thank you very much for your help, I'll be back," Those last words she didn't even believe herself.
Yonan waved back, "I will pray for you," he whispered, before loosing sight of them.
"He has the strange sickness that only demons can get, it is called the Red death because eventually the skin cracks and bleeds just hours before they die, luckily Inu Yasha is only a half demon. If he was a full blooded one he would have been dead days ago. The sickness travels by contact, even after a demon dies who has this disease he still can transfer it for days. As long as your friend is sick no demon will come close to you, a full demon can sense the sickness for miles. No one knows where the disease came from, but it is feared by all demons."
"So he will be alright? It only kills full demons," Kagome asked looking back at Inu Yasha who had his head close to the bucket, holding back from gagging by breathing deeply.
Yonan's wrinkled face became serious and his big bushy eyebrows came together, "He still has demon blood flowing in his veins, the sickness will still claim his life, but much slower. By his state I give him a week before he dies," Inu Yasha gagged loudly in the background, "Perhaps less."
"Well give him the cure quickly," Kagome ran over to the cupboards, "Which one will help him?"
Yonan lowered his head, "I do not have the medicine to help him, I have some of the ingredients, but there is a crucial ingredient that I do not have. The thing you require is the Blue Dragon flower that grows at the top of that mountain," He pointed outside to a distant mountain hiding behind gray clouds, "Your lucky it is in season right now."
"Oh crap," Kagome whispered to herself.
"You may rest here tonight and head out tomorrow morning with my cart and horse. I would send my son with you but he will be gone for many days and you have no time to loose. I will fill you in on the details of the potion in the morning," Yonan looked outside, "The shadows are claiming the village, night has come, time for rest, you will need it."
The night did not let anyone sleep peacefully, In Yasha tossed and turned mumbling in his sleep. His eyes would open every so often, glossed over; darting around before sleep took over again. Kagome sat next to him placing a cold cloth on his face when he was hot, and covering him up when he began to shiver.
"How is he doing?" Yonan asked.
Kagome shrugged her shoulders; "His fever is getting worse."
Inu Yasha began to mumbled while tossing in a restless sleep, "'Death rides hard in battle. and its sword .sharp. It cares not what it kills. That is what.what you told me once.so many years ago."
"What is he talking about?" Kagome asked leaning towards him, "What are you trying to say Inu Yasha?"
"Don't worry about that Kagome, it is just fever talk. The words of the sick can be confusing, never meaning anything."
She just looked back at Inu Yasha and held his hand, "Your going to be alright I promise," she gently squeezed his hand, and Kagome swore he squeezed back.
Yonan said he would watch Inu Yasha for the rest of the night, she needed her sleep. Kagome laid there in the other room wide eyed. Her body screamed at her to sleep but her mind kept telling her that she needed to care for him. Every now and then she could hear Inu Yasha coughing loudly, she tensed up praying for him to stop, then would relax again when all became quiet. She did this for hours. Kagome didn't remember when she had fallen asleep, but the sun was up when she woke. The window let in a sliver of sun to light the room.
She walked into the other room rubbing sleep from her eyes. Yonan was asleep in a chair next to the bed. Inu Yasha had been stripped of his shirt. Sweat covered his chest and forehead like another layer of skin. His chest rose slowly, haggard breaths left his mouth as he struggled to breathe. His condition had worsened. Kagome woke Yonan up; he walked over to his table and brought back something that looked almost like a funnel. He placed it on Inu Yasha's chest and closed his eyes counting the heartbeats.
"His heart is still working fine, but that will not last. Come I will get the wagon ready for you," He put on his cloak of deep brown and gave Kagome a green one that was very large, "You may keep this there is always snow and ice on the mountains, the wind cuts deep. People don't get stuck in snowstorms up there, they die."
Yonan led out a shaggy mare, her main was knotted and full of mud, "She may not look like much but she is strong, best horse in the hole village. Her name is Storm she is good in the snow and will serve you well."
Kagome pulled out the old cart; its wheels caked with mud and grass. Years of dust blew off in the wind. The leather tarp was covered with a multitude of patches of all colours. They loaded it up with blankets and food for the journey.
"Your friend will stay warm in there while you travel," Yonan said patting the side of the chart.
"Inu Yasha is coming with me? But he is to sick to travel."
"I know, but the Blue Dragon flower is only useful hours after it is picked. That is why you must make the potion up on the mountain and add the flower right away. And Inu Yasha must come. He will not live long enough for you to make it back down the mountain. It takes fours days to reach the summit where the flowers grow. There is a field full of them, an ocean of blue at the top of the world, you can't miss it."
"Will any one be going with me?" Kagome asked already dreading the answer.
"No my child, every one in this village is afraid to go up, much less with a half demon. Even if he is sick."
Kagome just nodded her head, pulling her cloak tighter around her body. As they left the old hut, with Storm pulling eagerly along the dirt road, the icy wind came is a gust, moaning across the rooftops, whipping Kagome's cloak like a banner. The wind drove thin clouds across the sky, but the mountain was still covered by a thick wall of grey.
Kagome turned around waving to Yonan, "Thank you very much for your help, I'll be back," Those last words she didn't even believe herself.
Yonan waved back, "I will pray for you," he whispered, before loosing sight of them.