Disclaimer: looks around Nope, I don't own Inuyasha. Damn.
Dangerous Circumstances
Chapter Two
A Lot Of Hamsters
Miroku and Kagome looked over Sutter carefully. Satisfied that the worst of the injuries were several abrasions, bruises and one broken leg, They moved him carefully into the back of the car.
"So, where do we take him?" Miroku looked at her. "Not a hospital! We can't tell them we ran over him!"
Miroku gave her another look, this one incredulous. "Why on earth not?"
Kagome slid her eyes away from his. "Uh, wellhospitals aren't my favorite places these days"
"Uh huh. And why would that be?"
Kagome coughed guiltily. "It involves a lot of hamsters."
Miroku sighed and massaged his temples. "Nevermind. He's staying at your place."
Kagome nodded and drove away.
Getting the unconscious demon in the door and avoiding notice proved difficult. They'd had a close call with Kagome's neighbor, a kind elderly lady who was, fortunately, blind as a bat. They managed to pass Sutter off as a drunk friend.
A few minutes later, Sutter was laid out on Kagome's couch, a grimace wrinkling his handsome features. Kagome cut what was left of his shirt off with surgical scissors and went about cleaning and bandaging the various lacerations. She noticed a particularly nasty one near his shoulder that she couldn't imagine how he had gotten and enlisted Miroku's help to turn him on his side. Bending over for better access to the wound, Kagome noticed a large tattoo on his shoulder blade. She looked at it curiously. A stylized dog sat howling at a crescent moon, a small flower resting on the dog's shoulder. A dragon curled around the crescent moon, one maroon eye open and staring. It was all in all a very complex tattoo, woven together with loose strands of ink.
Kagome turned her attention back to his wound, cleaned it, and stuck a large Band-Aid on it.
Should do, she thought. Miroku bustled back into the room. Kagome hadn't noticed him leaving.
"Right, I've called Emily, she'll take care of the car. In the meantime, hold him still while I set the leg."
Kagome complied. Miroku grasped Sutter's leg and slid in back into place with a horrific crunching noise. Sutter groaned and twisted in his sleep. Kagome held him steady while Miroku put his leg in a splint and wrapped it tightly.
"Since he's a demon, his leg should heal quickly. I'd say it's time for us to go to sleep. Lock your door."
Kagome nodded. She slipped into her bedroom, hearing Miroku slip into the spare, and changed into nightclothes. She locked her bedroom door.
Inuyasha woke up in considerable pain and in the dark. He let his eyes adjust and looked around. Not his place, not anyone's place that he knew. He ran a mental check of his body. Ouch. He sat up and immediately fell back down. His leg was broken and protesting loudly at being interrupted in the healing process. Inuyasha didn't make a sound as he sought out the exits. He noticed that he was in a living room, on a couch. There was a small coffee table to his left, piled high with magazines. Girl's magazines. There was a small TV on a stand in front of the table, bookshelves on either side. Plants inhabited a few shelves. Inuyasha saw a bottle of perfume sitting by one plant, and a purse lying on it's side under the coffee table. He leaned over, ignoring the pain, and picked it up. Rifling through its contents, he found a lipstick, a compact, an iPod, a checkbook, some pens and a few tampons. No wallet or identification.
Judging by the small space decorated plainly but stylishly, he was in a single woman's apartment. The woman either didn't care about leaving junk out when visitors were over, or she hadn't planned on anyone coming over anytime soon. She also had good taste. The purse was Prada, and the perfume Chanel.
Inuyasha lay back and tried to remember his last moments of consciousness. He had stepped out into the street and a car had come zooming straight at him. Then he had blacked out. Not very helpful. He could be with the person who hit him, but why not take him to the hospital? Was he with some good samaritan who had rescued him from the side of the road?
As he lay thinking about this, he heard a lock click and stiffened. He slowed his breathing down to the even deep breaths of the deeply asleep and listened. A door opened. Light footsteps, those of a woman's. The girl padded across the living room and into another room. A light flashed on and nearly blinded Inuyasha before the door closed. A minute later, he heard a flush. The door opened, the light clicked off and the girl set off padding back across the living room.
"Who are you?" He spoke the words calmly, holding his switchblade in his hand, ready to throw. There was a gasp, and another light clicked on, but he was ready for it. What he wasn't ready for was the sight of his warden. It was the girl from school, whose eyes had haunted him all days. They were now staring at him in alarmed distress.
"I'm, uh, Kagome."
Inuyasha blinked. "Where am I? What happened?"
"Kagome?" Another male voice came from the direction of her bedroom.
"In here, Miroku." A man came into the living room, clad in pajama bottoms. He squinted a bit.
"Oh," he said, "you're awake, are you?"
Inuyasha was getting a bit angry. "Yes," he said shortly, "I am. Where am I and who the hell are you?"
"My name is Miroku. My friend Kagome here hit you with her car earlier and we brought you here." Ah, so then it hadn't been a hit and run.
"Why not take me to the hospital?"
Miroku folded his arms. "I don't know. Kagome?"
Kagome flushed. "I've been banned." Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, but left it alone. "We were hoping that because you're a demon, your leg would heal quickly."
Inuyasha was really only half demon, but he didn't like to spread the news. "Mmm. Cheers then. Goodnight." He lay back down and closed his eyes, palming his blade back into his jeans pocket. He didn't have to see them to know that both of his rescuers--and attackers, when you thought about it--were staring at him in dumbfounded shock. He smiled to himself.
