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Chapter 20 – He Must Go
Inutaisho had just had one day off work. He had taken it easy, but after laying on the couch for a few hours watching a movie, he stopped and went to the kitchen for a lunch.
He started boiling some ramen, his youner son's favorite food... The man sighed. I wonder how Inuyasha was doing?
He picked his iPhone and called Kuroshima.
"Kuroshima, ward K10-3", answered someone on the phone.
"Hello, it's Inuyasha's father", Inutaisho said. "I was just wondering how my son is doing?"
"Well, we are sorry to tell you this, but he was just strapped in a straitjacket about on hour ago..."
"And give me one reason why?" Inutaisho sounded angry.
"He bit one nurse in the throat, which led him to the hospital."
"Oh, I see..." Inutaisho sighed.
"But I can take the phone to him. I can hold it against his ear."
"... Thank you."
After a littke while Inutaisho heard something – his son's whimpering.
"Hey son... How are you feeling?"
Whimpering.
As the whimpering didn't stop, the nurse took back the phone, and Inutaisho burst in silent tears.
"Well, thank you, I... I appreciate your work... Bye."
After the phonecall, Inutaisho got the family's photoalbum in his hands and started looking at it. The first pictures were from the times when Sesshomaru was just three years of, and when his mother was still alive. But soon the pictures changed. Sesshoaru's mom wasn't there, Sesshomaru was about 11 years old, and there was this woman, holding a baby in her arms.
Then there were just random kind of pictures – christmas, birthdays and such.
Inutaisho closed the album and sighed. He started recalling the last days when Inuyasha was still home:
Inutaisho was driving his car alone. His work was over for today, and was just about to go to the grocery store. It was February, the best time for children going toboggan riding. What a nice day, he thought and smiled. After doing his shopping, he would go pick his yougest son from pre-school.
But things didn't go as planned.
Inutaisho had just put some milk and bread in his shopping cart, when suddenly his phone rang.
"Hello", he answered.
"Hello there, this is Maeko from the pre-school of Sakai."
"Good day. Is something wrong?"
"Yes. We went for toboccan riding to the nearest hill, and Inuyasha ran over one child with his toboggan..."
Inutaisho went silent for a while.
"Oh but that had to be a mistake...!"
"Inuyasha has now been here since four years old and his behavior is really getting us worried... And there must be something really, I mean really wrong with him. He is six years old and still doesn't speak. And what about those eyes! Not to mention his claws and fangs! All the children are scared of him!"
"I don't understand. You are talking of my son like he was a monster or something!"
"Well, you are a demon. He IS a half-demon..."
"This is insulting! What do you expect me to do?"
"Take him to a childrens' psychiatrist."
As Inutaisho walked out of the store, put the grocery bags into the trunk and sat down, he grabbed the driver's wheel and sighed angry. He had been insulted. He was very protective and proud of his sons, but Inuyasha wasn't the only child in this family to get bad feedback from their school. His big brother Sesshomaru, on junior high, always got notes to his father about his impassive and cold personality all through his school years. He wasn't violent, but he had never had any friends.
Inutaisho stopped in front of Inuyasha's pre-school. He sighed a bit worried. What would he face within the next few minutes? He walked in from the main door.
Inuyasha was sitting on the sofa right opposite the door. He had nurses on both his sides. The child looked really piqued, and every time a nurse tried to touch him, he bared his fangs and growled quietly. Inutaisho started walking towards them.
"Let me..." he said, pushing the nurse away and took her place, putting his hand on the little boy's head. Now Inuyasha didn't growl or anything. He leaned against his father and closed his eyes.
"See? This lil' guy is no monster!"
"Oh, but you have no idea how... how horrible he is here... And thus... Uh..."
"And thus what?" Inutaisho raised his eyebrow.
"We will suspend Inuyasha from here."
Inutaisho's eyes widened so much the nurse got scared.
"B-but... What on earth should I do with him? I have a job! I can't quit and take care of him at home all day! He might have some special needs but not bad enough for our family getting child care allowance!"
"I think you should consider some kind of a childrens' nursing home."
Inutaisho went quiet.
Inutaisho had to take a week off his work, as he had to stay at home with Inuyasha, while looking for a nursing home for the boy.
As Inuyasha was now sleeping in his room, Inutaisho had time to look for the nursing home with his computer from Google. He got many options, but they all sounded quite horrible... But then he got it! Tamashini, a nursing home for young children. But it wasn't a normal nursing home. It was for childen with more or less bad mental disorders. But even how much he didn't wasn't to admit, he finally admitted in his head – his son needed serious help.
Next day after Inutaisho had packed Inuyasha's backpack, they got in the car, heading towards Tamashini.
Inutaisho and Inuyasha got on their way towards Tamashini, and in about an hour the were there. Inutaisho stopped the care in the nursing home's parking lot. Inuyasha grabbed his father's hand, and after the door opened, they walked in.
First it seemed going well. Inuyasha sat in the living room's floor. He didn't like this place.
Inutaisho was talking with some of the nurses in the office. He told about his son and his earlier childhood. After they had talked for a while, Inutaisho got a better image about this place. When suddenly...
A child screaming sounded all the way from the living room. All the nurses from the office ran there, and Inutaisho followed them.
And he didn't like... or more like couldn't believe what was happening out there. Inuyasha had just scratched one girl's bicep. As the girl ran away, crying, with her bicep bleeding, one nurse went after her, and other nurses got on Inuyasha. Inuyasha fought back for a while, but suddenly Inutaisho ran to them, grabbed Inuyasha from his shoulders...
"Inuyasha, stop i-!"
Then something really horrible happened. Inuyasha attacked his father by biting his arm so hard the man's arm started bleeding, making him flinch. For a few seconds Inuyasha gnawed his father, but suddenly let go fast and backed off with horrified face, his lips stained in father's blood. Inutaisho stared at his son. The boy looked panicky and backed off all the way to the room's corner. He licked his lips and his dog ears went drooping. Even with the wound, this didn't hurt Inutaisho physically. But the mental pain was unbearable.
"Sedatives!" one nurse shouted.
Inutaisho followed this scene silently, holding the dripping wound in his arm.
Soon, the nurse jogged to them and handed over the syringe to another nurse.
"Hold him, pants down!" that nurse said. Inuyasha attacked the three nurses arround him, scratched and bit them, but, of course, Inuyasha's resisting was nothing. Hello - He was six years old!
As the needle was stung on the boy's butt, in just a few seconds he went limp. One female nurse took him in her arms. He was barely concious. Inutaisho walked to them and opened his arms, saying:
"Give him to me."
And as Inutaisho got his son is his arms, he started rocking him slowly. He wasn't angry with his son – he was angry with himself! How on earth had he managed to raise a child to something like this? Where did he go wrong? And what about Sesshomaru? He was also a bit different from others – Why?! Where had he go wrong?!
Inutaisho carried Inuyasha all the way to his son's room and put him down on the bed. His heart was about to break when he saw his little son laying still, his eyes closed. The man put his hand on Inuyasha's side and stroke him gently, with very sad eyes.
"We should leave him sleep", one female nurse said, standing in the doorway.
Inutaisho got up, but before walking away, he once again stroke Inuyasha's dog ear, and leaned his forehead against Inuyasha's.
"Goodbye, son..."
Before leaving, the nurses wanted to have a few words with Inutaisho. And at the same time, one of the nurses wrapped his still a little bleeding wound in his hand. The man seemed depressed.
"Does it hurt?" the nurse asked. Inutaisho shook his head and sighed:
"I can't believe this... I knew he had some mental problems but nothing like this. I couldn't believe the kindergarten and pre-school staff when they told me Inuyasha is such a dangerous pest... He has had his moments, I know... but nothing, NOTHING like this... He bit me! For God's sake he bit me!"
"I can't say don't worry, but we will do all we can for him to get better."
"And what can you do? Don't tell me 'go to childrens' psychiatrist'."
"No, that will be no good, since he doesn't speak", the nurse said. "But there are medicine to control his impulsiveness. We will call you every week to tell you how he's doing. Of course, you can call us any day you want."
"... Thank you..." Inutaisho said quite guietly and sighed. "Do the best you can."
Inutaisho was prepared for his little son to stay a while at childrens' mental nursing home. Not mental hospital. He didn't want to use that word. But as weeks turned months, months to seasons, and finally it turned into a year, he started feeling hopeless. Every time he spoke on the phone with the Tamashini staff, they always had just bad news.
Now Inuyasha had just turned eight. And Tamashini nursing home couldn't or more like didn't want to bare with him. Inutaisho was called for a meeting.
Inutaisho had brought something nice for his son. He hesitated a bit on the nursing home's door, but knocked and went in. And there he was, standing in the hall, waiting for him – Inuyasha.
"... My son!" Inutaisho smiled and walked to him his arms open. Inuyasha stood still, but as his father hugged him, he hugged back, closing his eyes.
"Oh, hello!" a nurse greeted. She started smiling as she saw the gentle scene going on. "Are you ready for the meeting?"
Inutaisho nodded, took his son in his arms, and so they walked after the nurse to the meeting room.
"Okay now. Let's get straight to the point", the doctor said very seriously. "I don't want to insult you or Inuyasha, but this child is very disturbed, and even as difficult children we have here, Inuyasha is absolutely the worst. He is very impulsive even though we keep him strongly medicated..."
Inutaisho's face looked like he was getting ready for the world's end.
"We will suspend him from here", she said with a sigh.
"...Right. First, being suspended from a pre-school, now a nursing home..." Inutaisho shook his head. "Then what do you suggest? Isn't this the best place for sick children?"
"No. There is one more place in wole Japan which is better for some as Inuyasha. The hospital of Kuroshima."
"Do you have anything like a leaflet about that place?" Inutaisho asked. And yes, there was. The doctor handed over him a leaflet and he started examining it.
"Children's ward..." He mumbled. "So this is like... the last place for sick children?"
The doctor nodded.
"And, for your permission, we will transfer him there as soon as possible."
"What is 'as soon as possible'?"
"There just happens to be one sign-off next thursday. We would arrange an ambulance to get you there. You can come with him."
After a few quiet minutes, Inutaisho sighed.
"Alright. I will comply."
"Then, just sign this form", the doctor said and gave the man a sheet of paper.
He went for the last visit to his sleeping/drugged son. He didn't say anything, not wanting him to wake up. After staring at him for a wile, he closed the door quietly and walked away.
And so Inuyasha's care in Kuroshima was about to begin.
