DDD7

(chapter seven)

"Good morning, Higurashi," said a nurse, sorting papers.

"Good day, Miss Yuto," Kagome said, flipping threw the papers in her arms. "I have a bad feeling."

"Really?" said Miss Yuto, looking up at her. Kagome was frowning. "I have a bad feeling everyday when I come here." Kagome nodded, and walked away.

"HIGUARSHI! LENITU! HARU!" shouted the higher rank, running to the ambulance stop for that afternoon's victim.

Three EMTs ran in and had a shooting victim on their stretcher. Kagome watched it pass emotionlessly, she followed as they were directed into an ER room. She sighed, dressing in scrubs and sanitary clothing to cut open his leg. People yelled around her, getting drugs so the guy couldn't feel the pain and fight back.

Kagome sliced it open after she got the okay and moved the muscle around to find the bullet.

All the while, flashes of memories from ten years ago passed through her mind.

Kagome sat up and looked around. She had no clue where she was, who she was. It was apart of the spell, it left her vulnerable for at least three days and at most it would be a week. She would not remember much of anything, she couldn't speak, because she didn't remember how to. She leaned forward, holding her head, extreme pain pulsated through it. Then it stopped and she felt an urge to vomit. She was clothed in a nighttime kimono, deep blue with purple flowers.

She rubbed her hand from her forehead to her neck, the acid that wanted to rise and spill out settled into her stomach. She leaned her head back, breathing heavily, and smirked evilly. A wonderful feeling ran through her. She licked her lips, stood up, briskly. The hardwood floor creaked and felt cold against her bare feet. She walked through the blackness to the window that was hidden in the wall. She smashed the lock and dropped it to the floor, pulling the curtains and wood away to the floor.

The night air flew into the room, moonlight flooded it. A man stood in the corner, admiring her, silently. Then, he imagined her without clothes on. The young miko could read some of his more emotional thoughts. She turned her face to him, letting her lips tighten. Her eyes dragged down his body, but turned back to study the imperfections of the moon. She wanted to small talk with him, but she knew not how to. Her lips fell into a frown, her eyes drifting down to the pond that was there. He was walking over to her; she could hear his steps, his breath, the steady beat of his heart. He had no fear, just like she. She was too naïve to feel fear, too unwise to notice who he was. She couldn't remember; the spell left her too vulnerable. She just couldn't remember him or much of anything, except the basics.

"Higurashi, do you see it?" asked Doctor Haru, leaning over her shoulder.

"I have it," she said, pulling it out with sanitized, metal tongs. "There's another one," she mumbled, dropping the bullet down and going back in to pull out the other one.

"Damn!" said one of the police officers, overhearing. "The gun only shot off once, so I heard, but I was second on the scene, not first."

Kagome nodded, a nurse bagged the bullets and handed it to the officer. "Higurashi," said Lenitu, looking into the man's wallet. Kagome looked up at him with a frown.

"What Lenitu?" she asked, stitching up his leg, she never let the nurses do it or any other. She sliced him, she could sew him. She looked back down. Haru, two nurses, and the officer looked over Lenitu's shoulder.

"Umm," started Haru, putting a clean hand on her shoulder. Kagome began to stitch up faster, the tension in the room was getting thick.

"What is it? HARU! LENITU!" she ordered, snipping the string. She turned and scowled at them. The two nurses got busy and cleaned the place.

The resident ran in. "Lenitu! Follow me!" he ordered, Lenitu threw the wallet at Haru. Kagome caught it with practiced swiftness, and looked at the pictures in it.

A picture of her mother, grandfather, and her father were in it, when they were newly weds. Her eyebrow twitched with anger, not letting them see her weakness.

"Who is this asshole?" she asked, her voice teeming with hostility.

"Higurashi Sota, ma'am," said the man, sitting up, and smiling. The officer had left the room a while ago. Kagome had her back turned to him.

"'ma'am?'" she repeated, looking at the floor and not allowing him to see her face. "Call me Doctor, Mr. Higurashi."

"Sota, please, Doc," he said, poking his numb leg.

Kagome disappeared through the doors, and walked into the hall. She stood in front of the elevator and waited for it. She didn't work on this floor, she worked upstairs.

He turned her around, holding her by her shoulders. Sweet lust was what he felt. She smiled, tightly, joy filling her pores. She blushed slightly, and she watched him with overly curious eyes. Something grumbled; her stomach hurt again. Her head jerked down, pain engulfed her face, and she pushed him away with her hand against his chest. She whined almost silently, holding her hand over her mouth. Walking backwards towards the window.

A minute passed, she straightened herself up as if nothing at all had happened. She smiled at him again, sensing his confusion. Odd for him, isn't it, Kagome? The thought passed through her mind, leaving her arms in goose bumps.