Hi!

I like this chapter!

So how is everyone? I hoped you liked the fluff in the last chappie! Well, I'm not President, Dictator, and Keeper of the Wombat Pit for the Fluff Club for nothing! I'm a great appreciator of fluff, if you couldn't tell.

Well anyways, I'm very excited, as I'm almost going to have three hundred reviews! Wow!

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E-hugs for everyone! And Fluff Cookies!

And ooo. I got two death threats if I don't continue... one from Samurai Katagi, [and her chainsaw, Charlotte OO she named her chainsaw] and one from Legnalos, [and her lightsaber] I'm afraid. Oo

Responses:

hanyou-elf: Yep. I'm hearing. But I love ASL and hope to take an independent study in it at school. It's so cool!!

All o' you: I am hoping to try and publish this story someday [with major edits, of course] and I like constructive criticism. It helps to make my stories better. I know what flames are, [Lol. Once I got flamed for a story I wrote and it made me laugh my tail off. He/she spelt jealous as "Jelouse"] and I can tell the difference between healthy criticism and "I hate this. It sucks. Go to hell." I want to know how to make this story better, so tell me if you have any ideas. [This does not mean rip my fic to shreds, please be gentle, polite, and spell things correctly.] Remember, if you're mean, I'll be sad because I love this fic, so try to put it as kindly as you can.

Thanks!

I despise despise despise DESPISE being an invalid. I can't get up. I have to depend on everyone to help me. My head feels like I've got a screw drilling through my skull now the morphine has worn off, and I pretty much hate everything. I got home yesterday, and now I can't even have Kagome coming in to take my mind off my recovering from head surgery, I just have "mommy" and "daddy" peeking in every now and then, and Kaede and Myoga taking up soup all the time.

I don't want soup. Why do people think soup is good for sick people? And I'm not even sick, so why soup? I want REAL food, like sushi. I want sushi, and I want it now.

But no. I get soup. Lucky, lucky me. Watch me while I go jump off a cliff.

And I miss Kagome. She's nice to me, and she doesn't treat me like a little child. She's pretty, smart, and she can understand Sign Language. And I want to have a legitimate conversation with someone.

And then there's the fact that she kissed me.

I feel like a cup of tea whenever I think of that. When I remember it, I feel warm and fuzzy, with little bubbles of happiness in my stomach. Like tea. Or a squirrel with gas.

My head allows me to get up for the first time in a week and a half. I slowly walk to the sun room, a room entirely made of glass, where I recline on a chair and drink juice. Mmm. Juice. Peach Passion makes me feel happy.

"Well, hello there." Signs Myoga, coming and sitting beside me in another chair, "Are you ready to go?"

"To go where?"

"The hospital."

"What?" I ask. "I just came from the hospital!"

"You're going to get your stiches taken out."

Damn. More pain. Why do I always forget dates of unpleasant things?

We go to the limo at an agonizingly slow rate. I want to walk brusquely out there and drive over there to get it over with, but my body doesn't want to move quickly. It wants to take a very long time, and if I try something else, it severely punishes me.

When I finally get in the limo, every bump we go over causes my head to twinge. After an eternity we finally reach the clinic, and I get out. Very slowly.

When I get in, some god-sent nurse takes me and puts me in a wheelchair. She wheels me to Miroku's office.

Where the real agony begins.

The next time I go to that clinic, my whole family comes too. "Mommy," "Daddy," Sessho-maru, Myoga and Kaede all attempt to squeeze into Sango's already small office.

I'm going to get my implant turned on today.

And I'm scared. I'm not sure if I want to hear after all that. Maybe things will be better if I just stay the way I am. I'm not sure I'm ready to have a fifth sense after almost sixteen years of only having four.

Sango enters her office. It's small and cramped, with an examining table, a desk for herself, the potted plant I hid behind when I didn't want to see Miroku, and a couch, all stuffed into a room the size of a regular bedroom, [or a closet, if you're talking my house.]

She smiles at me, taking in my sweaty hands which are attempting to wring each other's neck. "Nervous?" she asks, smiling.

I nod.

"Good." She signs, "You should be, this is a big day."

She takes from a pocket a little bag containing the headset, the speech processor, and the transmitting coil.

The headset is a peach colored device that hooks to my ear. It collects the sound and sends it to the processor, which is a mini computer that processes sound into electrical signals. The signals are sent to the transmitting coil, a device which attaches to the implant inside my head because of a little magnet that has been . The implant sends the signals to a bunch of electrodes in my inner ear, which the brain translates as sound and lets me hear it.

Sango attaches the headset to my ear, places the transmitter on the magnet and helps me hook the processor onto my pants. She smiles again, "Are you ready?"

Am I? I nod.

Sango turns it on.

And something happens. Something strange and wonderful.

I jump.

"Cahn yoo heer me?" Sango says.

I turn my head lightning fast to the source of the noise. Sango's voice is low and rich, strange.

"My baybe!!!" shouts my mother, and smothers me with kisses that make nasty squelching sounds as they make contact with my skin. Her voice is high pitched and squeaky.

"My sun. My boy." My father exclaims, and hugs me again. His voice is a lot deeper than mother or Sango's... I wonder why.

"Cahn yoo reely heer, Eenooyasha?" asks Myoga.

"Uhhhg." I whimper, then jump.

I just spoke. It wasn't exactly a word, but I just heard my own voice.

Sango makes a hissing noise, and everyone falls silent. "Eenooyasha's probuhblie verie overstimulated rite now. Let's limit it two won sownd at a tyme."

"Uhhhg." I say again. "Uhhhg." "Sango, I'm talking!"

I'm talking, but I don't understand a word of everyone else's speech.

She smiles at me and nods. "Yes, you are." She signs.

Suddenly I hear another sound

Thump thump thump thump. The noise stops, then another sound makes me jump.

Creeeeeeeeeaaaak

The sound is accompanied by Miroku opening the door.

Thump thump thump. He walks in and says something to Sango.

"Hay Sahngo. Are yoo dooing anyfing tonite?"

"Shut up, yoo idiot, cahn't yoo see Eye'm frickkin bisy?"

"Uhhhg" I say again, happily.

"Eenooyasha!" cries Miroku. "Havin yor implahnt switched ohn?"

I look around, hoping for a translation. "I can't understand" I sign helplessly.

"Oh you will." Signs Sango. "You will soon."

Did you like? I did!

Note: The screwy spelling is because Inuyasha can't understand any language. It's all phonetic. I'm not reverting to my first grade style of writing. I promise! It will get better!

Love and Hugs!

Sugarsprite