Why hello again. We've just got to stop meeting like this, you know?
Disclaimer: I don't Kill Bill or Inuyasha or anything related to either of them.
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Lei non Deve Parlare
Chapter 9-Peer Pressure
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Kagura stood over her silently. Her face, however, said many things; most of all, "I hate you." A scowl seemed to befit her because of her remaining eye. It was so piercing that it was obviously meant to compliment a face of fury. Fortunately for her and the natural will of the universe, a face of fury was just what she wore.
Looking down, she could see that Kagome's breathing was still slightly irregular. The rest of her had been nicely stitched back together. The bullet wounds, and other such things of that nature, had been cleared up well. She would heal decently, for a human, and her injuries would not cripple her. Were she ever to have a chance to prove this point was yet to be decided.
Long raven hair blanketed her pillow, she slept peacefully. Her eyes were shut, her limbs were limp and relaxed. Kagome's appearance contrasted Kagura's sharply. While one was standing rigidly, with her arms folded and her jaw set, the other was unconscious and immobile.
"I never liked you," she hissed. "And we never even knew each other that well, did we?"
The comatose patient she hovered over made no reply, but Kagura continued to talk to her as if she could hear what she was saying. "Do you know what confuses me to this day?"
Still no answer.
"That Sesshomaru liked you." She snorted, "That he even wasted time on you."
She stalked over to the right side of Kagome's bed suddenly, and leaned over her with a hand on either side of her head. "What's so goddamn special about you anyway? How could it be..." her words started to slow down as she stood up again and her eye drifted around the room leisurely, "That the powerful and cruel Sesshomaru would spend five hundred fucking years thinking about you...?"
Her attention snapped back to Kagome as her hand simultaneously went to her hip, "And only you."
Carefully she started to draw out a finely crafted dagger. It was small, light, quick. She liked to mess around with sharp objects when she had the chance, and it was always handy to have one around. It glistened in the dim lighting.
"Now bitch," she began again with a fresher, more pleasant tone, "I'm going to make sure that such an unfortunate and truly time-consuming obsession doesn't cause anyone any more trouble again." She came closer to Kagome once more, with the dagger raised.
Its tip was pointed down directly at her heart, and Kagura was prepared to stab as many times as needed to keep the organ from beating anymore. Her eye flashed dangerously as she closed in on her prey.
And then she turned away.
Her breathing was erratic as she slipped the knife back into its sheath at her side, and her fingers shook while she did it. It took her a few moments to compose herself, and then she started speaking to Kagome again in a less confident voice, "I've decided that I'm not going to bring myself down just to kill you while you're sleeping." There was a pause as she struggled to catch her breath, "When I push my knife through your chest I want you to be alive to feel it."
With that, Kagura headed towards the door, and as she went she warned Kagome: "Don't wake up."
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Five years later.
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Kagome watched as Sesshomaru let himself pull the trigger of the gun, she watched with sight clouded by pain and grief as the bullet rocketed out and came towards her. Her eyes had left his face only a few moments ago. That face she had also watched for a little while. He had wanted it to look emotionless, but there was a mix of hatred and sadness in his features.
The bullet had impacted her head in less than a second, and her last image had been of her blood momentarily coming before her eyes. Then everything had become black in an instant.
What followed that moment from Kagome's perspective was a very long string of pictures she couldn't piece together in her state of unconsciousness. Not much could be perceived while she was in her coma, and though memories might return to her later, they were not to be had while she was practically dead to the world.
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Someplace in the hospital, a nurse was carrying a tray of surgical supplies. She was very casual and payed little attention to what she was doing. At that moment, she was battling Heros, a song that had entered her brain several days ago and was showing no signs of leaving anytime in the near future.
Her shoe was also untied, unbeknownst to her; the distracting song did not allow her to notice it, or make her steps light enough to avoid any risky situations.
Another distraction was the gum she was chewing, which required at least a little of her time. After chewing for twenty minutes, it had become a sort of instinct to keep chewing, and that was what she did. Therefore, instinct did not let her divert the energy she was using to keep track of her chewing to her shoe and the possibility of a risky situation.
And on top of that, she was just about to pass an attractive male nurse. It was an animalistic ritual that doctors and nurses would find each other appealing after working together for such a long time, and the tradition was carefully upheld in the hospital through a tradition of coy glances and specially planned gestures, etc.
Her eyelids flickered, and she couldn't help but stare as she walked past. Then, just at that second, her shoelace dragged enough so that her lagging foot could catch it. She fumbled, and her reaction was slow because of the A) the gum, B) the song, and C) the male nurse, who was at least happy that he now had a chance to look at the female nurse.
And because of her slow reaction, she did not move quickly enough to stop the surgical tools from sliding off of the tray. They went flying swiftly towards the floor.
The accident, however stupid and clumsy it seemed, brought much rejoicing. First of all, it provided a chance for the female nurse and male nurse to get to know each other and to eventually get married and live happily ever after with two brilliant children.
Second...
The noise was tremendous as each instrument collided with the linoleum floor. Everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to observe the source of the disturbance. The clatter traveled fast, and wove down the intricate hallways. It sped east, and soon reached the ears of a comatose young woman in a matter of seconds.
Kagome sat bolt upright, gasping for breath as images of dead bodies and blood and bullets flying scattered through her mind like wildfire. For five seconds she simply had to sit still where she was to let the memories filter through her.
She put a hand on her head to feel gingerly for a wound that would signify the bullet that had entered her head, it didn't exist anymore; and then instead of shock, fear strangled her. Kagome's fingers immediately raced downwards, pawing all over her stomach frantically.
Her abdomen was normal.
She gasped while shivers danced up and down her spine. Again she searched, even more desperate this time, and she soon ripped her hospital gown upwards to look at her flesh herself. By the time her eyes rested on her stomach tears were present at the corners of her eyes. Faced with the realization that she did not have a baby inside of her anymore, Kagome drew a conclusion without even trying, and she screamed.
Her entire body convulsed in sobs as she bent slowly over, shaking all the way down. They were dry sobs, because the tears merely lingered in her eyes, they did not fall. All she could do was howl with grief as she sat on her bed, hunched over and trying pitifully to cling to the hope that she was still unconscious; that it wasn't true.
The sound of footsteps suddenly alarmed her, and she froze. The thought of Sesshomaru pointing the gun at her forehead returned to her instantaneously and she threw herself back down into her bed.
The door to her room opened and a man entered. Kagome could tell it was a male from the footsteps, they were heavier than a female's. She listened carefully to every movement he made, straining her ears for any indication of a dangerous outcome from his visit. To her surprise, he began to speak.
"How are you today girl?" He sounded American. Kagome was mystified; so far Japan was an unlikely location for her, and last she knew she was in Puerto Rico.
More unknown movements restored her attention to whatever business he was conducting. He didn't stop talking to her.
"Don't plan on waking up today either, huh?" He asked plainly. "Well that's all right. I don't mind having a beautiful woman to talk to everyday." His tone was smarmy, and made Kagome shiver with disdain. "Although," he said as he moved something around, "It would be nice to know what you're doing here. You shouldn't have lived through that shot."
Her mind was in a frenzy, he had to know about Sesshomaru. He had to know that she had been shot in the head. He had to be connected somehow. Her heartbeat accelerated and she fought it down as well as she could. Now Kagome understood that there was indeed a level of danger involved, and she was waiting for the chance to beat it off. Patiently she listened to his speech, and his actions.
What ensued after some more meaningless talk was a highly uncomfortable feeling as the needle in her arm was shifted a little. He was giving her an injection or some sort. For a moment Kagome suspected poison, but thought better of it. If they had kept her alive long enough for the wound in her head to heal, then they weren't going to kill her just yet so suddenly.
The light crinkle of his clothes alerted her to the fact that he was standing up, and then his fingers were sifting through her hair caressingly. He was patting her head as if she were a dog. "Well then sweetheart," he set something down, probably the syringe, "I'll just see you later."
Not so. Her fist flew upwards and to the right swiftly; at that same moment, her eyes opened and fixed him with a furious stare. The male nurse doubled over in pain while his fingers on her hair dropped away to clutch his stomach.
Kagome took advantage of his weakness to act. She looked around shortly for something to stun him with, and settled on the metallic tray he had used to carry in the syringe and medicine, which she promptly whipped around to his head. The nurse fell backwards in shock and hurt and crashed to the floor.
She followed after him, but not gracefully. Intending to leap out and land deftly by his side, she threw her upper torso off the bed first and found that her legs were unresponsive. Thus, cursing, Kagome also hit the floor in a mess. But her landing did not hinder her as much as the nurse's had hindered him.
Her palm was laying flat on his chest, fingers spread, in a matter of seconds. The hand that was holding him to the ground began to glow softly with a violet-black light. Another thing Sesshomaru had taught her, though it was an extreme gamble, the ability to control the mysterious power she had been granted as a natural born priestess.
The fabric under her illuminated skin began to burn as it shied away from the strange flame. And in turn the flesh beneath it started to feel its bite. "Where is Sesshomaru?!" Kagome demanded sternly.
The nurse cried out in pain, his eyes fixed on the unbelievable glowing fingers that were wounding him without even moving. Instead of answering her, he tried to escape her hold, but she would have none of it. "Don't move!" Kagome barked, and her hand lit up even more vibrantly while the very outer layer of his skin simultaneously began to peel away. "Where is Sesshomaru?!"
"I don't know!" The statement was followed by a moan of pain.
"Where is he?!"
"I don't know!" he repeated, his hands wrapping around her wrist in an effort to lift her hand off of him. "I don't know who Sesshomaru is!"
Kagome snarled and pressed harder to keep the nurse down. "Is that so?"
"I swear..." He started to pant as his legs kicked a little.
She continued to keep her hand on him as she looked at his face. What remained of her compassionate side made her think that maybe he was telling the truth; yet the side of her that was filled with the same brutal anger she had felt eleven years ago made her want to rip his heart out.
Instead, her mixed emotions settled for a compromise. Kagome removed her hand and in a flash, before the nurse had a second to get up or register the absence of her fingers on his chest, she brought the same hand down squarely onto his face. She could have made the blow kill him, but instead she measured the force she exerted so that he was only knocked unconscious, and severely wounded.
He didn't even cry out before he feinted away; in fact the only answer his body made was a small amount of twitching just after the hit was delivered. Kagome settled back on her legs, which were partially folded beneath her just as they had been when she'd fallen.
The position of her legs made her look towards them. She frowned in frustration and slapped them a bit; no results. Somebody would show up eventually, either for her or because of the noticeable disappearance of the male nurse she had just immobilized. Kagome knew she would have to leave the place fast, it was dangerous to stay there awake when she could still be near Sesshomaru, for all she knew. But it would be supremely difficult to go anywhere with her legs in such a state.
A thought suddenly struck her, and she dragged herself under the bed incase someone did show up in the near future. Once securely positioned and out of sight, Kagome rested her hands over the upper thigh of her left leg. Breathing deeply, she focused her eyes on it and let the soft light surround her hands. It was however, lavender, not deep purple and threatening.
The glow made her skin burn a tiny bit, just as it had made the nurse's skin burn. It was an inescapable reaction. Again Kagome sighed, and closed her eyes to concentrate. Her leg began to quiver a little, and her hands also shook. She strained herself mentally and physically as a heat spread from where her hands rested all the way down to her toes.
The lighted faded out quickly and Kagome flopped backwards onto her hands. Her breath was heavy and small beads stood out on her skin. After letting herself relax for a while, she looked over at her leg. It was the same accept for a red mark where her hand had been, but the change she had been meaning to cause was not visible.
While her hands clenched into fists, her leg started to bend at the knee little by little. Kagome grit her teeth and continued to move it until it was completely folded, but the effort it took made her collapse with exhaustion again. The pause was brief, and her attention was soon fixed again on her leg.
"Come on..." The same fingers blanketed the same red spot and the same lavender glow returned. Kagome focused even more this time, and the results were that she could unbend her leg just a little more quickly than she had bent it.
The process was repeated over and over again, thoroughly, on each leg, many times. The heat of the power she was feeding her flesh made it come alive. It was like a healing process, a way of jump-starting her cold limbs.
Two hours later, an astounding amount of time to have passed without the absence of the nurse being noticed, Kagome crawled out from beneath the bed and stood up shakily with two bloody spots standing out on each of her thighs.
Frowning down at them, she quickly located some bandages in her room and wrapped her burns up to prevent them from bleeding any more. Then she stooped down beside the fallen nurse and began to undress him. She slipped into his pants quietly after removing her gown, and then pulled off his shirt. Unfortunately the hole she had created in it wasn't easy to ignore, so she pulled the blanket off of her bed, folded it neatly, and put it over her shoulder after putting on the damaged clothing. If she held it correctly over her chest anyone who spotted her would only be able to assume that she was carrying a blanket to another room.
Kagome placed the man's shoes over her feet and tied her hair behind her back with a strip of bandage as a finishing touch to lessen her chances of being recognized. Lastly, she reached into the pocket of the nurse's pants and found what she'd hoped she might find: car keys. Then she opened the door and casually began walking down the hall.
The nurse's name tag had made her realize that she was indeed in a hospital. The name of the facility was printed just under his title, as well as its location, Florida. Kagome knew from her study of the English language that Florida was part of America. The connection she put together was that after she had been discovered with a bullet in her head in Puerto Rico, she had been flown to a different hospital for more extensive care.
Kagome could only guess at what extensive care meant because she'd had no time to look into the reason for her being in the hospital in the first place other than a severe head injury that had already healed. And healed nicely; her hair over it had grown in well, everything was in order. She had to wonder how long she had been unconscious.
Soon Kagome stalked out of the hospital with intense fury in her walk. She headed towards the parking lot as pointed out to her by a sign and hoped that she might be able to locate the car she would need to find based on the brand listed on the keys, and luck.
Other than that, the only thought in her head was that what Sesshomaru's group had done to her was unforgivable, and she would make them pay for it. More importantly, she would make Sesshomaru himself pay for it. There would be no mercy for any of them. Kagome had become an entirely different person, but if confronted with such a change, she would only insist that she had become what fate had made her; who she needed to become.
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That's pretty good for someone who's writing with her eyes half shut and who also just spelled "writing" as "righting" before she someone how caught it and fixed it.
