Title: Work-A-Holic
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer:I have created a mission. It is to cover the entire FF world with HieiKago love and then when I have massed an army of HieiKago fanfiction, we will march on to rule the UNIVERSE! Bwahahaha! (I still don't own.)
Chapter six: Symbol
I'm not lying, she wanted to say, but she could only manage a raised brow. She saw him staring at his legs like they were foriegn objects he had never seen before. Her hands continued to massage them and she guessed he was trying to figure out why he couldn't feel her hands on his legs. She let go of his leg and moved around to his other side to resume her task only on the opposite limb.
As she felt eyes on her she turned her head to look at her patient. For a moment she had been distracted, trying to guess who would be waiting for her in the clinic. "Yes?" she inquired. Finished with her task, she recovered him back up and reached for his chart in the box on the wall. His hand gripped her wrist and pulled her off balance. Despite not having the use of his legs, he was damn strong!
It was sheer luck that the rail was not up on the bed yet. Usually she put the rail up right after finishing her task, and if it had been up, she would have crashed into the rail rather painfully. Instead, she fell just how he had intended her to: into his arms. There was absolutely nothing romantic about their position. If anything, she would have called it a rather sinister and dirty trick. By grabbing hold of a pressure point on the back of her hand, she literally was at his mercy.
And boy did it hurt. She gulped down an imperfect whimper; it was what he wanted and she would not give him it. Only when she could trust her voice to not quiver did she speak. "Demon, if you think to use that dragon of flame on me, think again. I have already sealed it, and it will remain sealed for the duration of your stay at this facility." She began to expand her magic further out from her body, to give him a little taste of the purification that resided in her. His grip loosened, though he did not let go completely, and she understood why. He had control of her, he wouldn't give that up now.
His clawed hand moved to her throat. She knew he was a danger. He could kill her before she could possibly purify him. Well, if she were anything normal, that is. Unfortunately, the greatest he would do to her would be to inflict a minor wound that would annoy her for a while. She cursed her wish on the Jewel of Four Souls. No wish on the Jewel would ever bea pure wish; not with the evil that resided in the core of the once shattered piece.
"You have the ability to heal me. Do so, immediately." She had not expected that. Had she expected that, she might have prepared herself a little more. Unfortunately, her perfect world was crumbling. She saw blood in her vision. A face... Sango's face... "No!" she cried out, and he released her out of surprise at her reaction. She took the memory and pushed it out of her mind violently. This demon would not pull up memories so long gone.
A little more than disconcerted, she smoothed her doctor's jacket and stood up again, hastily leaving the room. She felt his eyes watching her the entire way. In the hall she called Nurse Rita over, giving her the task of completing the chart. She had to leave the hospital.She couldn't wait another moment, and the next day she had off. Still, she would find something to do. She had to find something to do.
That demon... he knew... He knew what she was! He didn't threaten to take her power for his own, because had he devoured her he would have effectively taken her life--it was the only way she could possibly die--and he would have healed his spine. But instead, the demon demanded she heal him instead. If she had that power, she would have used it on Terrence and Jillian, but she swore she had no such power.
"You have the ability..." He said ability... it was a world of difference. If she had the ability to do it... But no, she never would manage to harness her power that well. She could only harness so much of her power without confronting the reality of what had happened at the final battle and confronting it was something she knew she could not handle alone. Unfortunately, there was no one left to help her sort out what was truth and what didn't really happen but was a made up image of what she wanted to have happened.
She shivered as the cold air outside met her and looked back at the window that she knew was for Ward B-6. In it was a face. The demon was at the window, presumably in a wheel chair. He watched her, three cold red eyes glaring. She watched him for a moment, and then the window fogged up and all she could see was his finger trailing through the fog to create a symbol. A circle on the outer rim of another much larger circle. Dots lined the larger circle, and every ten dots was a comma. When the window cleared, the demon wasn't there anymore.
She took off at a run. Her perfect world was crumbling around her. How would she ever make it?
She had calmed down considerably by the time she made it to her apartment and she was met with a pleasant surprise. Her brother awaited her in her kitchen, making himself a cup of tea. When he saw her, he pulled out a second tea cup and prepared to make more. He was the only one in he world who seemed to matter. He had a spare key to her apartment so if he ever wanted to visit, he could just come in and wait for her.
He smiled at her. "Are you ready to come home yet?" He was talking about Tokyo. She wasn't sure if she was ready, but with that demon waiting her at the hospital here, she wasn't sure if she could take it. Indefinite was a literal term. Not even being head of Ward B would make her want to face that demon again. He knew what she was. If he exposed that... She was hunted enough.
"Souta Higurashi." Kagome smiled back at her brother, but then saw his smile didn't reach his eyes. Something was wrong. More importantly, something was wrong in Tokyo. "Out with it. What has happened?"
Souta looked down at his hands. For the first time in the longest, she heard her real birth given name. "Kagome... Mama and Grandpa died in a car crash... Mama left the Shrine to you. If you don't come home, our family Shrine will be auctioned off. The lawyers said they only can wait eight more days. I tried to call, but your phone just kept going straight to voice mail, and you never called back."
Kagome gulped. That really complicated things. But she saw Souta's face and she knew he would hate to lose the last thing of Mama and Grandpa and the rest of their family. For generations, their family had been buried in the Sunset Shrine Graveyard which was devilishly nearby. The Shrine, the Graveyard, the well, all of it would be disturbed, torn up, and vengeful spirits would be made of the passed on relatives if Kagome didn't claim her right.
"Alright then," Kagome placed her hand over her brother's. She reached across the island counter and tipped his chin up. "Let us pack up my things and we will head back to Tokyo. I will turn in my resignation tomorrow." Souta was crying by the time she stopped speaking. He grabbed her hand and kissed each of her knuckles in turn. She wondered if she would be able to take seeing the Shrine again, and resolved herself. She had to do it, for Souta at least.
This fanfiction will not be like others you have read. If I wanted to write "ordinary" I would write like someone else instead of myself. If you wanted "ordinary" you wouldn't be reading this fanfiction.