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Ch. 4: Real World -Touga Inu Taisho

Inuyasha Taisho had only been seven when his father had been hospitalized. Touga Inu Taisho had been comatose for 10 years.

"Sesshoumaru," he'd oftentimes ask, "What made Dad go into a coma?"

The same answer always came.

"You're not ready to know. I shall tell you when you are of age in my standards."

And so, this time, Inuyasha didn't ask about it.

The duo strode purposefully to the hospital. Inuyasha lagged because of his limp. Sesshoumaru had been the cause of that when he kicked Inuyasha in the hip and shin. By accident, he caused his lip to bleed as he chewed nervously on it. Needless to say, the Taisho bros. looked a fright when they walked into the hospital.

Sesshoumaru walked up to the receptionist, a steady trickle starting down his chin which he didn't notice at all.

"We are here to visit Touga Taisho," he said.

"Hello, boys," the receptionist said warmly. She knew the frequenting boys well. "Having a rough time about the house lately?"

"We'll survive," Sesshoumaru answered primly.

"Okay then. You can go."

Both of them walked to their father's room alone and sat by his bedside.

Touga looked pitiful with IVs all in his arms, an oxygen mask, and a heart monitor letting out a steady rhythm of beeps.

"You may go first, Inuyasha," said Sesshoumaru softly.

"Um…okay…"

Inuyasha shuffled forward.

"Uh…hey, Dad…It's me, Inuyasha…"

Touga's breathing didn't change, nor did he indicate that he knew his youngest son was in the same room as he was.

"I, uh…well I'm doing good in school. Today Kagome and I logged into the World, too. I guess you might be proud, seeing as you loved the World…"

Suddenly, the man's heart rate began to skyrocket and his breath came in rasps.

"Hey!" Inuyasha cried. "What's happening!"

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened.

"I will get help!" he said worriedly.

He ran from the room to find a nurse. Meanwhile, Inuyasha was nervously wringing his hands.

What do I do, what do I do! He thought desperately. However, he was spared the thought.

"I…got a…doctor…"

The elder brother finally returned, gasping, with a doctor, who immediately worked to stabilize Touga.

"I must ask you two to leave," he said.

"No!" Sesshoumaru snarled. "Not while my father's in such peril!"

Unfortunately for the young man, the doctor had several nurses at his disposal that proceeded in pulling Sesshoumaru away.

"No! Dad, I won't leave you! Let go, damn it!"

Eventually, they pulled him into another room nearby and he calmed down for his little brother's sake.

"I…I apologize for what…you just saw, Inuyasha…I was not acting my age…" he wheezed, exhausted from fighting.

"I don't care, Sessh!" Inuyasha growled angrily. "I knew how you felt."

"Oh, my!"

Sesshoumaru turned to the younger nurse still with them.

"You're bleeding very badly," she exclaimed.

He licked his lip and tasted blood. Upon further inspection of his silken shirt, he found the front soaked through with blood.

"Damn! This is my only good clean shirt!" he snarled in frustration. "I hate when this happens!"

"Here, let me patch your lip," the nurse said. "I'm Ayumi by the way."

"Sesshoumaru Taisho."

He sat back as Ayumi assessed the damage.

"You're going to need stitches, Sesshoumaru-san."

"So be it," he replied stoically. "Do it now."

"Don't you want an anesthetic?"

"I don't care."

So saying, Sesshoumaru dug his fingers into his chair and braced himself.

Ayumi decided to see how tough Sesshoumaru was as compared to his attitude.

As she began to stitch the huge split, he began to grant ever so slightly in pain, but he did not give in. She moved up to his sensitive lip and his eyes slightly glazed and watered, but he did not give in. She dabbed the excess blood away and he sighed, careful not to strain the newly sewn skin.

"Arigato," he said hoarsely.

"It's okay; you know, you're pretty tough to handle that."

"I was raised to be strong," Sesshoumaru said, wincing at the jolting pain in his lip.



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