Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. I do own the strange Dr. Halloway
though! Yay for me! o.O
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Kagome groaned softly as she opened her eyes. She was surprised to see her room was drenched in darkness, and when she rolled over and caught sight of the glowing red numbers of her clock, she almost gasped. '11:36?!' She couldn't comprehend. Last time her eyes had been open, daylight had been high in the sky.
Carefully, Kagome climbed out of bed, and was furthermore surprised to find herself in her soft blue cotton pajamas. Apparently she had been in a deeper sleep than she had thought. She began to wonder just what had happened while she slept.
Wobbling lightly, Kagome stumbled from her room, and paused in the hall. Her eyes found a full-length mirror they had sitting in the far corner of the hall, and she stepped up to it lightly. She had to stifle a gasp.
Her long locks of raven hair were frizzy and tangled, clinging to her everywhere. Her dark brown orbs looked tired and dizzy, black circles clearly underneath of them. Furthermore, was the extreme paleness everyone had seemed to keep mentioning. They weren't exaggerating. She had to admit she felt as exhausted and sick as she felt. Her legs were weak, and her knees shook lightly under her weight, as if they might give out under her. She had a massive migraine, though it wasn't as bad as the migraines she was used to getting. Usually they left her rolling on the ground in pain. Still, she was lucky that her earlier symptoms were gone. Kagome turned and looked down the stairs. She could hear her families voices muffled from where she stood. She could hear her mother. That was her grandfather speaking next. Even Souta. Wait. There was another voice, males, coming distantly from the kitchen. Carefully, Kagome inched down the steps, using the railing along them to steady herself as she went. Her legs were shaking violently. When she made it to the bottom step, she stopped, and peeked her head around the corner. The voices were clearer now, and she could make out words.
"Yes, but. . . Kagome. . . are you. . . then yes." That was her mother speaking. But she could only catch fragments of the conversation. However, the fact that her name was being mentioned was enough to convince her to sneak closer. When she was finally outside of the door of the kitchen, where her family and this new stranger apparently sat, she turned her back to the wall, and listened.
"I can honestly tell you I am baffled." A strong male voice spoke.
"You have no leads at all? Not a single one?" Her mother.
"I am very sorry Ms. Higurashi. I have never seen an illness such as the one young Kagome possess. None of her symptoms make sense. None of them add up to anything I can think of." The male voice spoke again.
"What do we do then?" Souta's young voice spoke.
"I can provide treatment. Medicine that may reduce some of the symptoms until we can find what is really wrong. But there is nothing more. I only wish we knew what caused this!"
Kagome turned the corner in walked in, just in time to see Souta give her Grandfather an uneasy glance. His attention was quickly turned to Kagome though as soon as she walked in.
"Kagome!" Kagome's mother said, loudly. "You're awake!
"Yes." She eyed the man who was sitting at their kitchen table. He was a short and pudgy man, with big bugged out blue eyes and a very small tuff of black hair on the top of his head, contrasting with the white that covered the rest of it. His image betrayed his voice a lot. From his voice, Kagome had assumed he was in his early thirties. But this man was clearly much older. "What is going on?" Kagome asked lightly.
"Kagome dear. When your friend from school brought you home," Kagome's mother emphasized, and made the lie clear to Kagome, "You were unconscious. We called Dr. Halloway here to have a look at you. But it seems he is uncertain as to what sickness you posses." She offered Kagome a very sad and forced smile. Kagome shifted her gaze between the four sitting at the kitchen table for a few moments. They didn't know what she had? Surely it couldn't be that bad. Surely it would clear up in a few days. Surely Naraku couldn't have done that much damage with a simple glass orb. Kagome sighed softly, and closed her eyes. Her head was spinning with thoughts and questions, and for a fleeting moment she wished Inuyasha were there to tell her to snap out of it. 'Quit yer worrin' Kagome! You're gonna let some stupid cold get to yer head?! Snap out of it!'
"I'm going to go back to bed." Kagome said the words softly, and turned abruptly, heading back upstairs to her room. She wasn't going to let this worry her. It was surely nothing. After all, she didn't have any lethal symptoms right?
It was then that fate chose to prove her wrong.
As she reached the top step of her stairs, she suddenly lurched violently, and her lips parted to allow horrible coughing to come forth. She gasped for air, but this only made the air catch in her throat, and the coughing increase. She continued to cough, a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, but soon she couldn't even stop the coughing to allow a breath of air to reach her lungs, and she began to suffocate. She staggered forward, letting her body fall against the wall to her left and sink to the floor as she tried desperately to let air into her lungs. But soon things began to blur, and then turned black.
Kagome walked silently down the dirt path, glancing around her nervously at the darkened woods. She tilted her head back, taking a much-needed breath of fresh air, and let her brown eyes gaze upon the starry sky of the Sengoku Jidai. Things were peaceful, and yet sadness lurked in the air, and the forest seemed all too quite. Kagome turned her gaze back to the path in front of her. It was a very small dirt path leading through the woods, guiding her along. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew where she had to go. And that was down this path. This path. . .
This path. . .
A soft breeze blew past, touching Kagome's cheeks lightly with its cold and frosty air. 'Sakura Blossoms'. The scent was just barely there, and yet it could be sensed as she continued to walk forward. It didn't take her long before she came upon a small clearing in the center of the woods. Peering around her she could see the area she was in was far from any outside paths. She lifted her head and gazed upwards, but the canopy of trees that hung over her covered the night sky, and so she turned her gaze back down. In front of the clearing, in the center, sat a large crucifix. She quirked a brow. A crucifix? But why--? Suddenly, the wind picked up again, blowing a harsh whip of air past her and picking up her raven locks, causing them to fly in front of her eyes and block her vision. She turned her head to the right, and waited for the wind to die down. As soon as it did, she gathered her hair and moved it back over one shoulder, and out of her way. 'Sakura Blossoms!' The smell was stronger than ever. She turned her gaze back to the center of the circle. . . and froze. The crucifix was still there, but there something else very, very different. Horridly bound to the weapon of torture was Inuyasha, mangled and bleeding. His torso was naked, and his head hung low on his chest, silver hair spilling forward, the ends soaked with blood. His chest was covered with slashes that could of only of been done with a whip, and he was dripping blood. Kagome screamed his name.
"Kagome! Kagome honey! Wake up!"
Kagome shot up in her bed, breathing heavily, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She turned her gaze quickly to her mother, who was sitting at the edge of her bed, speaking to her. But her words were meaningless and miniscule. She couldn't understand them. She was all too confused. 'It was a dream. A nightmare.' Her mind told her. And yet she didn't believe it. The dream had seemed too real. The nighttime air. The trees looming over her. The smell of Sakura Blossoms.
'And Inuyasha.'
She in took her breath sharply at the vivid memory of Inuyasha tied and bleeding. It was too much. Kagome stumbled out of her bed, and ran to the bathroom, kneeling at the toilet just in time to release her stomach of its contents. Unfortunately, she hadn't eaten anything since the day before, and all she was able to get rid of were some stomach acids.
'It was just a dream Kagome. Just a horrible dream.'
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A/N: Hmm. Where to begin.
I know a lot of you out there are going to be very offended by the crucifix scene. Which is why I boasted the rating up to R Rated. But trust me, it had nothing to do with religion. The crucifix was originally a torture weapon used by the Romans in, well, early Rome. So please don't flame me and tell me that Satan has taken over my head and I will burn in hell. I don't really appreciate those kinds of remakes. Especially since I don't even believe in hell. So if you didn't like it, then just stop reading.
But on a lighter note! I apologize to all of you who were anticipating a Sesshoumaru appearance in this chapter. I ended up running behind a chapter, because this one came out surprisingly long. But I promise that I will dedicate the next chapter all to our beloved Mr. Fluffy.
Oh, and Lavender, just curious. How many chipmunks does it take to screw in a light bulb? The question has been haunting me!
Erf. Okay.
~Kimmy-kun
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Kagome groaned softly as she opened her eyes. She was surprised to see her room was drenched in darkness, and when she rolled over and caught sight of the glowing red numbers of her clock, she almost gasped. '11:36?!' She couldn't comprehend. Last time her eyes had been open, daylight had been high in the sky.
Carefully, Kagome climbed out of bed, and was furthermore surprised to find herself in her soft blue cotton pajamas. Apparently she had been in a deeper sleep than she had thought. She began to wonder just what had happened while she slept.
Wobbling lightly, Kagome stumbled from her room, and paused in the hall. Her eyes found a full-length mirror they had sitting in the far corner of the hall, and she stepped up to it lightly. She had to stifle a gasp.
Her long locks of raven hair were frizzy and tangled, clinging to her everywhere. Her dark brown orbs looked tired and dizzy, black circles clearly underneath of them. Furthermore, was the extreme paleness everyone had seemed to keep mentioning. They weren't exaggerating. She had to admit she felt as exhausted and sick as she felt. Her legs were weak, and her knees shook lightly under her weight, as if they might give out under her. She had a massive migraine, though it wasn't as bad as the migraines she was used to getting. Usually they left her rolling on the ground in pain. Still, she was lucky that her earlier symptoms were gone. Kagome turned and looked down the stairs. She could hear her families voices muffled from where she stood. She could hear her mother. That was her grandfather speaking next. Even Souta. Wait. There was another voice, males, coming distantly from the kitchen. Carefully, Kagome inched down the steps, using the railing along them to steady herself as she went. Her legs were shaking violently. When she made it to the bottom step, she stopped, and peeked her head around the corner. The voices were clearer now, and she could make out words.
"Yes, but. . . Kagome. . . are you. . . then yes." That was her mother speaking. But she could only catch fragments of the conversation. However, the fact that her name was being mentioned was enough to convince her to sneak closer. When she was finally outside of the door of the kitchen, where her family and this new stranger apparently sat, she turned her back to the wall, and listened.
"I can honestly tell you I am baffled." A strong male voice spoke.
"You have no leads at all? Not a single one?" Her mother.
"I am very sorry Ms. Higurashi. I have never seen an illness such as the one young Kagome possess. None of her symptoms make sense. None of them add up to anything I can think of." The male voice spoke again.
"What do we do then?" Souta's young voice spoke.
"I can provide treatment. Medicine that may reduce some of the symptoms until we can find what is really wrong. But there is nothing more. I only wish we knew what caused this!"
Kagome turned the corner in walked in, just in time to see Souta give her Grandfather an uneasy glance. His attention was quickly turned to Kagome though as soon as she walked in.
"Kagome!" Kagome's mother said, loudly. "You're awake!
"Yes." She eyed the man who was sitting at their kitchen table. He was a short and pudgy man, with big bugged out blue eyes and a very small tuff of black hair on the top of his head, contrasting with the white that covered the rest of it. His image betrayed his voice a lot. From his voice, Kagome had assumed he was in his early thirties. But this man was clearly much older. "What is going on?" Kagome asked lightly.
"Kagome dear. When your friend from school brought you home," Kagome's mother emphasized, and made the lie clear to Kagome, "You were unconscious. We called Dr. Halloway here to have a look at you. But it seems he is uncertain as to what sickness you posses." She offered Kagome a very sad and forced smile. Kagome shifted her gaze between the four sitting at the kitchen table for a few moments. They didn't know what she had? Surely it couldn't be that bad. Surely it would clear up in a few days. Surely Naraku couldn't have done that much damage with a simple glass orb. Kagome sighed softly, and closed her eyes. Her head was spinning with thoughts and questions, and for a fleeting moment she wished Inuyasha were there to tell her to snap out of it. 'Quit yer worrin' Kagome! You're gonna let some stupid cold get to yer head?! Snap out of it!'
"I'm going to go back to bed." Kagome said the words softly, and turned abruptly, heading back upstairs to her room. She wasn't going to let this worry her. It was surely nothing. After all, she didn't have any lethal symptoms right?
It was then that fate chose to prove her wrong.
As she reached the top step of her stairs, she suddenly lurched violently, and her lips parted to allow horrible coughing to come forth. She gasped for air, but this only made the air catch in her throat, and the coughing increase. She continued to cough, a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, but soon she couldn't even stop the coughing to allow a breath of air to reach her lungs, and she began to suffocate. She staggered forward, letting her body fall against the wall to her left and sink to the floor as she tried desperately to let air into her lungs. But soon things began to blur, and then turned black.
Kagome walked silently down the dirt path, glancing around her nervously at the darkened woods. She tilted her head back, taking a much-needed breath of fresh air, and let her brown eyes gaze upon the starry sky of the Sengoku Jidai. Things were peaceful, and yet sadness lurked in the air, and the forest seemed all too quite. Kagome turned her gaze back to the path in front of her. It was a very small dirt path leading through the woods, guiding her along. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew where she had to go. And that was down this path. This path. . .
This path. . .
A soft breeze blew past, touching Kagome's cheeks lightly with its cold and frosty air. 'Sakura Blossoms'. The scent was just barely there, and yet it could be sensed as she continued to walk forward. It didn't take her long before she came upon a small clearing in the center of the woods. Peering around her she could see the area she was in was far from any outside paths. She lifted her head and gazed upwards, but the canopy of trees that hung over her covered the night sky, and so she turned her gaze back down. In front of the clearing, in the center, sat a large crucifix. She quirked a brow. A crucifix? But why--? Suddenly, the wind picked up again, blowing a harsh whip of air past her and picking up her raven locks, causing them to fly in front of her eyes and block her vision. She turned her head to the right, and waited for the wind to die down. As soon as it did, she gathered her hair and moved it back over one shoulder, and out of her way. 'Sakura Blossoms!' The smell was stronger than ever. She turned her gaze back to the center of the circle. . . and froze. The crucifix was still there, but there something else very, very different. Horridly bound to the weapon of torture was Inuyasha, mangled and bleeding. His torso was naked, and his head hung low on his chest, silver hair spilling forward, the ends soaked with blood. His chest was covered with slashes that could of only of been done with a whip, and he was dripping blood. Kagome screamed his name.
"Kagome! Kagome honey! Wake up!"
Kagome shot up in her bed, breathing heavily, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She turned her gaze quickly to her mother, who was sitting at the edge of her bed, speaking to her. But her words were meaningless and miniscule. She couldn't understand them. She was all too confused. 'It was a dream. A nightmare.' Her mind told her. And yet she didn't believe it. The dream had seemed too real. The nighttime air. The trees looming over her. The smell of Sakura Blossoms.
'And Inuyasha.'
She in took her breath sharply at the vivid memory of Inuyasha tied and bleeding. It was too much. Kagome stumbled out of her bed, and ran to the bathroom, kneeling at the toilet just in time to release her stomach of its contents. Unfortunately, she hadn't eaten anything since the day before, and all she was able to get rid of were some stomach acids.
'It was just a dream Kagome. Just a horrible dream.'
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A/N: Hmm. Where to begin.
I know a lot of you out there are going to be very offended by the crucifix scene. Which is why I boasted the rating up to R Rated. But trust me, it had nothing to do with religion. The crucifix was originally a torture weapon used by the Romans in, well, early Rome. So please don't flame me and tell me that Satan has taken over my head and I will burn in hell. I don't really appreciate those kinds of remakes. Especially since I don't even believe in hell. So if you didn't like it, then just stop reading.
But on a lighter note! I apologize to all of you who were anticipating a Sesshoumaru appearance in this chapter. I ended up running behind a chapter, because this one came out surprisingly long. But I promise that I will dedicate the next chapter all to our beloved Mr. Fluffy.
Oh, and Lavender, just curious. How many chipmunks does it take to screw in a light bulb? The question has been haunting me!
Erf. Okay.
~Kimmy-kun