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 seven: Worry

"I'm worried about you, Aiko," Souta told Kagome as they sat cuddled on Kagome's couch that night. He had gone back to using her stage name shortly after she agreed to go with him to Tokyo. His arms were wrapped around her shoulders and her head rested on his chest. He wore a soft tan hooded sweatshirt and casual jeans. Kagome wore her usual pristine nightgown, and a white overrobe. The two siblings could have been mistaken for lovers, had anyone seen them.

Kagome breathed out quietly, "Why?" Her breath was warm on the boy's neck, but it still froze in the air. She shivered and he pulled her closer to him still, reaching up to the back of the couch to pull the quilt over them for added warmth.

"It could be due to the fact that you have no heat in this apartment, your stove was turned off, and you received an eviction notice today. I don't know, what do you think Aiko?" Souta rubbed his hands up and down Kagome's spine, trying to warm the freezing girl up, but his efforts remained fruitless. Finally he sat up and took off his hooded sweatshirt.

"Souta, put that back on," Kagome demanded as her perfect world continued to fall around her ears. It had all started the day she veered from her path and walked into the park. She just knew it. Everything would have been perfect if she had not stepped off the known route.

Souta rolled his eyes at her and said, "You're being unusually dense, for a doctor. You'll catch pnemonia, or die of hypothermia, if you don't take this sweater." Kagome slumped her shoulders when she noticed he had a long sleeve shirt underneath and took the sweater.

She felt a tear slip down her face as she mumbled, "I can't die, Souta. It doesn't matter if I am discomforted, I just can't die...and it's all my fault." Her fingers found the bottom hem of the sweater and she pulled it over her head. She was sobbing before she could even pull her head out of the hole. "I'm alone, Souta. I'm all alone. No one knows me, but they all want me. Some wish to devour me. Some wish to use me... And I must fight alone! I don't want to be alone anymore!"

Souta wanted to help her. He really did, but he had no answer for her, so he just pulled her close and kept her there, rubbing his hands on her upper body in a futile attempt to warm her up, though she never seemed to cease shivering. At last she fell asleep, but she slept so fitfully that Souta had to stay awake and hold her still or she would injure herself.

In the morning, Kagome awoke before her alarm clocks even rang. Souta slept deeply beside her on the couch, she guessed he had fallen asleep just a short while before she woke, but she didn't want to disturb him and she had things to do. Carefully she pulled herself out from under the blanket and covered him back up, then went to take her cold shower.

She went about her usual routine, adding only one thing in: she turned her alarm clocks off before they could call her out of bed. That was the last thing she needed; Souta lecturing her about how unhealthy it was to get up so early when she goes to bed so late. She was a doctor, after all, she knew what was healthy and unhealthy. That didn't mean she listened to the educated advice from those who knew better though...

Within ten minutes of exiting her shower, she had managed to complete her morning chores and choke down her soggy breakfast. Then, she wrote a note to tell him she would be at the hospital and he could pick her up at noon. She had to explain to her Ward B-6 attendants and patients why she was leaving so abruptly.

She wasn't running, she promised herself. She wasn't running away from the paralyzed demon. She was simply going to Tokyo because she had obligations to her family Shrine. But a little voice asked her why she didn't stay a few days yet, at least to pick up her paycheck from the hospital. A little voice inside her accused her of running away from her own fairy tale yet again and told her that she was going to get someone killed just like the last time.

She pushed that voice away. She had gotten no one killed! ...had she? Was it really her fault? No, now was not the time to ponder on such things. The past was in the past, and she had to remember that. If she didn't, it would be her end, or at least the end of her sanity, she was sure. The last thing the world needed was Kagome being insane. She would end up making the world implode or something like that.

She left the apartment, set on where she needed to go. It was supposed to be her day off, but she was still going to go in. She would collect her things from her locker, say goodbye to her patients and thenurses who attended her room, and then go back to Tokyo with Souta. There would be no problem, would there?

Well, she hoped there would be no problems, anyway. She doubted seriously that there would be no problems because whenever she wanted no problems to happen, they usually sought her out. She was like a magnet for the stuff. A very strong and powerful magnet. Bad things didn't just seek her out, but they followed her like little puppies as well!

The streets were cold. Christmas eve was a frozen winterland, but Christmas day, the day she was forced to take vacation, was like a place right from a dream. Snow whipped around her, covering her quickly, but she did nothing to stop it. Her hair was coated in it and while she could have used her inner abilities to warm herself up, as usual she did not. Maybe she might freeze into a statue, preserved forever.

However unlikely that really was...

Because the author loves to torture Kagome anyway... By the way, I don't care how long I have to wait, it's your job to give me fifty reviews on TMttF or I will not update. Your job. Let me emphasize that. Your job. Not to be snotty though...