Disclaimer: The following chapter is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to the history of any person living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Except when noted otherwise in the cast and crew credits, all celebrities voices are impersonated and no celebrities have endorsed any aspect of this fic.
Chapter 5: Personal surgeon
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Kagome, who had fallen unconscious, woke to find herself in some kind of room.
It was pretty big, a dark violet with red pillars. It looked like an orthodox villain lair. She looked around to see a tray next to her. It looked like something she would find at the hospital. It had all of the instruments anyway. She tried to get up, but she was strapped to a table. She yanked vigorously, trying to break free, but her attempts were fruitless.
"Don't bother even trying to get yourself out of there," a voice came from down a passage on her left. "I am much more skilled at this rogue routine than Kuro. She's barely beginning." Ebiru came walking in, but her outfit was different. Her hair stayed the same, but her shirt was replaced with a black tank top and her skirt changed to black leather hip huggers and boots, wings out of sight. Her staff (which she was assuming was her staff) was now the size of a pencil, and was entwined in Ebiru's hair, holding it back, letting the bangs fall forward.
"Who are you?" Kagome asked her again.
"Who am I?" she repeated. "I'm Ebiru, your worst nightmare.
She walked over to another counter on the far end of the room. She had her back turned to Kagome, so she couldn't see what she was doing. Ebiru turned around. She had put on some sterile gloves on and had brushed her hair back with a rubber band. The staff was sitting on the counter.
"What are you going to do?" Kagome asked, voice cracking, still trying to break free.
"I'm just going to do a little something," Ebiru answered. "Now, if you will stay still, this won't hurt as much as it will."
She grabbed the scalpel off of the tray next to the table Kagome was on. Kagome thrashed as hard as she can, trying with all of the strength she had.
"Damn it" she slammed the scalpel back on the tray. "I told you not to move!" She pointed her hand at Kagome. "Llist!" Kagome suddenly froze. She could only move her head.
"What made you think you could break through titanium straps? Are you crazy? You must be failing your classes. Well, that's what you get for spending so much time here." She flashed an evil smile and moved to Kagome's right. "Now this will hurt a lot."
She picked up a surgical mask and positioned it on her face. "You just sit back, relax, and feel the pain." Ebiru picked up a pair of scissors, knelt down on one knee, grabbed a piece of Kagome's sleeve, and cut a three inch square. She put the scissors down and picked up the scalpel again and situated it to her skin. Kagome could feel the cold metal piercing into her arm. She shrieked with pain, worse than anything she had felt.
"So, Kagome," Ebiru started. "Do you enjoy this era? I find it much more interesting. You are from the future, correct? Specifically 1997. I enjoyed it for a while, but I wanted to leave. I decided to come here."
Through the pain and watery eyes, Kagome lifted up her head and looked at her. "What are you talking about?" shocked at the topic of discussion.
Ebiru looked up from Kagome's arm. "With this outfit, "she said, gesturing to what she was wearing."I'm surprise you don't know." She went back to Kagome's arm, still digging her fingers into to cut she had made, looking for something. Kagome cringed.
"I was once in the time you lived in. My sister Toku was a moron and didn't fend for herself. She was a wuss. So naturally, she was the center of torture. I had to suffer because we were twins, her being older. One day she got so beaten up and I tried to kill her, but I was unsuccessful. So sad." She shook her head and continued her search.
"Finalmente!" she shouted. Kagome looked up to see if she could get a glance at what she was looking for. Suddenly, she felt something tugging on her inside.
"What are you doing!" she asked.
"Well, I did warn you didn't I?" she snapped. "Said I needed something and now I can get it."
"What the heck did you need?"
"I was instructed to get at least an ounce of your blood. And I don't want the external kind. I wan fresh blood. So I'll get it directly from your vein." She flashed an evil smile and pricked a small hole in Kagome's vein.
She waited for at least one-fourth of the small glass she had to fill up. Once that was done, she placed her thumb on the hole and put the small glass on the tray.
"Leah" she whispered and Kagome's vein had healed up. "Now that that's over with," Ebiru sighed, standing up. "I just need one more thing." She walked over to the counter at the far end and picked something up. She examined it, said something in English, and started to make her way back to Kagome, but she was stopped by a girl.
She was pretty tall, but not so much. Maybe as tall as she was. She had sleek, shiny auburn colored hair that went down to her waist. She wore what looked like a black middy collar and skirt going down to her knees (like the Japanese school uniform. And if anyone has seen/ read about the show called 'Fruits Basket', her outfit looks like Hana's, the psychic) and calf-high boots. The collar part slightly went of the shoulders. Her right eye was solid black, and the other one was covered by bangish hair that covered up half her face and only half her face.
Both started speaking in English.
"Is it almost done?" the girl asked.
"Yes, I just need ta do this one thing and I'll be done for today."
"Good. She is quieter than the other brat."
"Pfft! Not befoe she wasn't! The bitch was all screaming like a pansy. No wonder that dog demon gets annoyed with her. I would too."
"You mean Inu-Yasha"
"Mhm. -pause- I think his father was drunk when he named him. I don't like that name."
"Neither do I. Well, do not let me keep you..."
"Eh, I don't care. If that Kag-chick croaks, it ain't gonna affect us. Only her boyfriend." The girl in black left, leaving Kagome alone with her again.
"Anywho, what was I doing? Oh yeah! I just need to do one more thing." She walked back to Kagome, knelt down again and placed something in her arm. She then grabbed a needle and some stitching thread and started sewing up the cut she had made.
"Couldn't you have just healed it like you did with the other thing!" she said through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, that would have been easier, but this way is more fun." She continued sewing. "I once killed several people because I just let them bleed to death. That was fun," Ebiru bragged at her gruesome accomplishment. "Now that this is over with…" She summoned her staff from the counter, removed the gloves and mask, brought her staff to actual size, and released Kagome, yet she was still bound.
"You shall stay with us under the torture of my good friend, Sunaipaa." When she had said that name, a large, black anaconda sized serpent with flamming red eyes, and grey and blacked stripped quills running to the back of its neck, came slithering in.
"Sunaipaa, watch her and make sure she doesn't do anything rash." She waved her staff and Kagome found herself in a frozen, dungeon like thing.
She looked around seeing nothing but maybe another person who looked like someone from her time too. This girl looked more beaten up than she had ever seen. The girl was crying. She wore a weird red shirt and a brown skirt that reached her knees. Along with that, she had on black boots that reached her knees.
"Are you okay?" Kagome tried to ask her. The girl looked up and stared at her.
"Are you too, suffering under the wrath of the Kuro Miko?" the girl asked Kagome.
"Maybe," she replied, not so sure of the question. "Why, do you know them?"
"Know them?" she laughed. "The guy who killed her is my father."
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Since no one but Koniko-chan cares about this fic, no one will care about what is going down (except for Koniko-chan). Signing Off.
