I have a lot of good idea's for this so after I update Radio Love, which has 2 more chapters, I'm getting on this one! So we're starting off with Kagome.
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Chapter 18: New Changes, New Challenges
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Kagome awoke groggily as she turned to head to the side and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes to see Souta on his bed, snoring lightly, and Kikyo lying down on her bed, Nurse Tulip at the foot of it naming off her various list of injuries. "…Your back received massive damage, along with many holes in your shoulders and cuts on your chest area. Let's see, both of your legs seem to have something broken in them, like your sister, your femur is cracked and almost shattered, as you broke your left ankle and your right shoulder is suffering massively from being broken and you tore most of those muscles." She flipped through the clipboard, "Souta told me you collapsed several times during the fight, and I'm sure I can safely assume that was due to the dislocated right knee and various pulled muscles. Minor stuff, is much like your sisters: lots of gashes and cuts, bruises galore, and scratches enough to make a museum of scratches. Operations are in store for the both of you." The nurse sighed and rubbed her face, setting the clipboard on the bed. "I've said it once and I'll say it again, you all sure did a number on yourselves." Kagome saw Kikyo close her eyes and moan.
Kagome slightly turned her head and peered out the window. The sun was shining, birds chirping and a clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day, she concluded, but it wouldn't be nearly as beautiful for her and her sister. She was thankful her brother got by with only a small head injury and looked like a hurt back. At least she had managed to protect him. After a long silence, Kikyo spoke, her voice low, soft and husky, perfectly depicting the inner turmoil and pain she was going through.
"So I take it we'll have to have physical therapy?" She asked, defeated as the nurse nodded slowly.
"I'm afraid so, that, and so much more." She said, wiping some hair from Kikyo's face. Kagome studied her face. It was withered and worn, probably much like hers, with deep purple and blue bruises around her cheeks and eye, her eyes seeming like dull lifeless orbs. She decided now would be the best time to make her appearance.
"Kikyo, I think physical therapy is the least we have to worry about." Kikyo turned her head and stared with no emotion at her sister. She was proud of herself for bringing her voice above a whisper, a feet she never thought she'd accomplish. For a while she thought it wouldn't come out. It was low and husky also with a pained note to it and let the pain in her come out. "We have to worry about the tabloids finding out about this, we will have no more privacy if this gets out, our injuries healing, our cover-up story if it doesn't get out, and most of all, what mom and grandma are going to say; nevertheless do." Kikyo immediately stiffened at the mention of their grandmother. She groaned.
"You're right. Grandma is going to have our ass for this." She sighed. "So what are we going to do? We're confined to these beds, and can't do much seeing as though most of the stuff in our bodies don't work. How do we get out of this one, Kagome?" Kikyo asked, totally defeated. Kagome closed her eyes.
"I don't know. I think the best thing we can do is sleep, at least until mom and grandma get here. You know they're on their way, with a speech prepared." Kagome said, making a small attempt at humor. A small, humorless smile came over Kikyo.
"I suppose you're right." She said quietly, closing her eyes. They drifted off into sleep once more, hating the terrible fate that awaited them: the lecture from hell. They knew they deserved it, they knew it was inevitable. What the hard part was finding out how to explain why it seemed so necessary for them to do it. For that, they supposed they would have to take the heat and stick to not explaining the unexplainable. A task that might cost them their dignity; it was a price they would have to pay for rivalry.
A few short hours later, Kagome and Kikyo rose from their sleep, their eyes fastened on the bright colors that adorned the room. They looked at each other and then around the room. One Kagome's half; there was a parade of big banners of red roses and long tall stalks of sunflowers. A sunflower hung from the bed post, the fresh aroma filling her with much needed renewal. Roses were attached to cards and many other banners that were brought in. She picked up one and read it. It said: 'Dear Kagome, I'm so sorry about the fight and I hope you get better quickly.' Signed Sally from Los Angeles, California. Kagome's eyes widened. News was out already! How long had they been asleep? She checked the clock on the wall as it read 11:30 am. That was strange; she could have sworn she went to bed at about 1 in the afternoon. Apparently, she slept a day, or she was seriously off. She suspected the latter.
She shifted her attention to the small table by the bed, and noticed a beautiful bouquet of roses with a black rose in the middle. It was covered with a clear wrapping paper, with black tissue paper surrounding the bottom as red went over that, making the whole thing a beautiful piece of art. She gasped and tenderly picked it up with her right hand, setting it in her lap. She looked around for a card and found a black one in the side of red tissue paper it had a red arrow on it, going through a heart. She picked it out and opened it seeing a beautiful hand written cursive. It read: 'Kagome, Roses are red, my love for you too, you get up and walk again, I hope that you do. These roses will wither, this violence will die, but know that I'm here, singing your song. That never-ending lullaby, to my lovely black rose, with thorns on the side yet a heart full of gold. Read this and know, I'm thinking of you, so don't you die on me, and leave me so blue. I shall return, so wait up for me, sleep well till then my lovely remedy.' It had no signature, no name to thank. Only that cursive and the heart felt poem to warm her. And it did just that, she felt a rush of heat go through her numbed body as she smiled and look a deep smell of the roses, noting a wild, masculine scent clinging to them. She had smelled it before, but couldn't place it. For now, she concluded, she would leave it unsolved. She read the poem again and set it on the table to look over at Kikyo.
She was in the same stupor Kagome was in, engrossed in a scene of pink tulips and white roses. The bloom of a white rose was seated in her hair and she read various cards from plenty of people. There were bouquets and banners all full of wonderful good smelling flowers. There was a bouquet of purely white roses on her bed stand, a clear wrapping paper around it with white/silver tissue paper on the bottom, a small white card with a diamond hanging off of it. Kikyo had picked it up and smelled it several times throughout the investigation of her fan cards and mail. There were many 'I love you' cards and twice as many 'I love you get well' cards. She felt soothed, knowing that many people cared, and not really resting on the fact that they knew. After looking at those around her bed, Kikyo glanced at Kagome, seeing her stare up and the ceiling blankly. "What did you get?" She inquired softly, guessing how cross her sister would be at her, even she was a bit bitter toward her sister, and herself. Kagome shrugged carelessly.
"Pretty much the same thing you got: bouquets of my favorite flowers, banners, cards. Stuff like that. Who gave those white roses to you? They're beautiful." Kagome said, turning to Kikyo as she picked up the roses.
"Evan did. He's my new boy friend; I suppose he knows now and gave it to me. I see you have one too." She said, looking at Kagome pick up the roses. "They're beautiful also, your colors too." Kagome nodded.
"Yea, they are. It has a black rose in the middle," She leaned the flowers down to show Kikyo the rose. "It has a card attached with a beautiful poem in it. Problem is; I don't have a name. It was just there." She sighed hugging the flowers tenderly.
"Does someone have a secret admirer?" She smiled slightly as Kagome blushed.
"I suppose so. I wonder how the news got out to everyone. Could it be the police, perhaps or the paramedics?" She guessed, setting the flowers down and looking at Kikyo, running a hard through her unusually dry hair, sending her bangs flattening against her scalp, and then coming back up, attacking her forehead once more. She shook her head.
"I don't think they would do that. Maybe it was Mom or grandma, just to teach us a lesson?" Kagome shook her head furiously at Kikyo's accusation.
"No! They maybe pissed at us, but they wouldn't rat us out! I know Inuyasha and everyone wouldn't say a word, because that would mean news for them too. Nurse Tulip wouldn't do it…" Kagome closed her eyes.
"Oh girls, you have a visitor." Nurse Tulip's soft voice wafted in the room, stealing the girl's attention from the pressing matter.
"Is it a he and does he have silver hair?" Kagome asked. She shook her head.
"Nope, two women and they look pretty angry. Prepare yourselves." She said as she quickly exited the room as Kagome looked at her sister.
"Shit." She mouthed as Kikyo did the same thing and pulled the covers over their heads. Angry footsteps pounded their way into the room turning the air into a think moister of anxiety, anger, tension and disappointment. The worst brew in the book and all women in the room knew it. There was fear and apprehension, too. The flowers once powerful scents seemed to be weighed down by the mere weight of the air, as the smell drowned out completely by the intense field of emotions. Kagome shuddered, for once in her life actually, honest-to-God scared of her mother's wrath.
"Kagome and Kikyo Higurashi I demand you get your ass out of that bed right now and stand up when I yell at you!" Their mother's sharp voice pieced the bubbling brew of emotions as Kagome and Kikyo poked their head out of the covers. She had thrown a match into the fire.
"We can't…" Kikyo muttered as her mother's glare focused on her.
"What?" She whispered fiercely. Her eyes were alive with flames, fists clenched at both sides.
"We can't get up. I cracked my femur, pulled and tore various muscles in my right leg, and I dislocated my knee and sprained my ankle on my left. The nurse said I also broke something else, too. I can't stand on it. Kikyo broke a lot of stuff in her legs, cracked and almost shattered her femur, broke her left ankle, dislocated her right knee, and pulled everything else. So we can't stand at all." Kagome said quietly, playing with the sheets as Kikyo nodded. At that, her mother furrowed her eyebrows and paced the length of the room, avoiding eye contact.
The twins looked at each other in silent guilt, and then turned to their mother to see a shocking mix of anger, and possibly hurt or worry. Her eyes were alive, sending arcs of electricity screaming throughout the room, sending shock waves to every miko present. Her spiritual colors of aqua green and blue lit up her every footstep, sizzling with a soft hiss as it died away. The twins slinked back under the sheets, hoping to avoid the apparent waves of violence protruding from their mother. Her brown hair rose slightly flowing around her as she paced. Daisy sat calmly in a chair against the wall, arms crossed across her chest, legs crossed. She seemly didn't feel affected by the waves, sitting silently and politely, her head down and old, sharp eyes watching her daughter very closely, eyes following every movement.
Their mother's eyes had the forefront of anger, having deep metallic green flames leaping in them, sometimes lapping at the corners of the eyes. It was a scary sight to behold, and each girl recognized it as such. Behind that, held the many layers of disappointment and unbelief, then they recognized the all too familiar look of hurt. It darkened her brown eyes as tears burned behind them, threatening to fall at any minute. She stopped in front of the bed and closed her eyes and opened them again, the green flames died down to a glossy ember, as she switched gazes to the girls. "How could you girls do this? You could have done anything but this. Now, now I don't know what we're going to do." She looked at them once, and then turned away, collecting herself. "Apparently the press found out, and now that everyone knows this is going to be pure hell for the both of you." she rubbed the bridge of her nose and turned back to them. "I don't know who said anything, it wasn't me, or grandma, and I made sure the police forgot everything…I don't know what happened. All this on top of you two not being strong enough to stand up," She said quietly, tears glittering helplessly in her eyes.
"You really care, don't you mom?" Kagome asked, just as quiet, not looking at her mother. She heard her whip of hair as she turned to look at her.
"Of course I care." She whispered automatically, disbelief shown in her eyes from asking such a question. "Kagome, I know I don't seem like I care about you, and I'm sorry for that, but I honestly do care. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't? Of course I care that you're confined to a stupid hospital bed and not even allowed to come home!" A lump appeared in her throat as she swallowed and breathed deep. "Of course I'm concerned if the press has a field day over something that shouldn't have even happened. But, you know what? The press hardly matters. What really matters is that you're both still alive. Thankfully, graciously alive…"
A single tear escaped her cheek as she turned around as sat next to her mother, her head in her hands, legs crossed. From the chair, Daisy lifted her lashes to greet the two cowering girls. She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Since your mother is unable to reprimand you, then I suppose I'm going to have to take over, at least until she acquires her composure," She swept a glance to her daughter, then back to her granddaughters. "Girls, we are extremely disappointed with you. I've never seen such an abuse of our gifts such as this before. You two are sisters; sisters. Can you comprehend that simple seven letter word? Not only are you sisters, you're twins! I don't understand what could make you do this, or why! There is no explanation in my mind for this, are you willing to enlighten me?" She said coolly, shooting ice through their veins as well as an intense fire, burning holes in their stomachs. They exchange looks and said nothing. "Well?" She said, burning holes in the two. Kikyo looked at her.
"We can't possibly explain a reason," She looked at her sister. "Of course there is one, but it's not one taken lightly…like…I don't know." She sighed, defeated.
"I think what she's trying to say is that it's something that we feel and acted upon, it's just unexplainable to others. You wouldn't possibly understand, not as a means of disrespect, sensei." Kagome said, her eyes shifting to the floor. Daisy lightly sat back in her chair.
"I see. Well, no matter. The point is, what you two did was extremely disrespectable, dishonorable and frankly, you two should have your powers taken away for such an act. Kagome, I always thought you were the cool, rational thinking one. To think you would participate in such an atrocity astounds me. Absolutely unbelievable, and to think, I wasted my time teaching you valuable life lessons to have you waste them all on this." She said evenly, coolly, shooting daggers at Kagome. Kagome's eyes darkened from a chocolate brown to a deep murky brown, anger flickering in them. She clenched her fist as sat up a little, propped up on her elbow.
"She started it!" Kagome yelled, self preservation rising as she glared at her grandmother. Daisy's gaze shifted swiftly and dangerously to Kagome's hot one. Her hair whipped, causing a frightening illusion as her eyes glowed a bit.
"It doesn't matter who started it." Daisy hissed between clenched teeth, power emitting off of her along with ice. The sheer danger in her voice caused Kagome's elbow to go out as she crashed to the bed, pinned there by ultimately fear. "Let me finish before you decide to speak, child. Learn to hold your tongue, Kagome; it will prove fatal should you not." It was a full blown threat, nothing more, nothing less. Kagome immediately shut her mouth as her body went still. "Kikyo, I knew your distrust and dislike in your sister was great, but lowering yourself to this is unbelievable. This should have never happened, and because it did, we have one of the biggest accounts of celebrity violence in history, and a battle field bloody enough that anyone could swear up and down that's where the holocaust happened. Now it's up to you two to figure out what to do. I'm not sure how we'll punish you, but somehow I believe stranded here is enough punishment, along with what's going to happen afterward. I suggest you two figure out how to work out your differences, and at least become friends and start acting like sisters, at least in front of the camera." She said that with a bit of bite to her voice.
"Girls, from a grandmother's point of view, this is absolutely… heartbreaking." Daisy sighed quietly and ran a hand over her withered, weary face. "Girls, I love you both, you know I do, and seeing you keep fighting and scratching and biting, and this, it tears my heart up. I'm old; you know I don't have too much longer. I would really like these last years to be filled with my two only granddaughter's happy and not constantly bumping heads with each other. Sure, a little sibling rivalry is common. But going on until they both end up in a hospital is ridiculous. You're family, girls, you're all each other has. I come from a family of twelve; you know this, each of us either a priest or priestess. My twin sisters May and Fae, they knew the importance of that. When one fell, there was always one of them to keep the other one up and going. Sure they bumped heads and got on each other's nerve sometimes but when times got rough, they always, always had each other's back. I wish that for you two. You don't have another twin Kagome and Kikyo, you don't have another sister. Now you may hate each other, but you're going to be sisters for the rest of your lives, for the rest of eternity. So get used to each other." The girls glanced at each other, and held back a gasp, as they just noticed the other had the same unread emotions in their eyes. Somehow noticing they each had brown eyes and black hair. Daisy stood up quietly and brushed a kiss on each of their temples, and picked up Souta, as their mother retrieved him and went out the door. She lingered at the door, her back to them as she turned her head and looked at them both, tears seemingly spinning in her eyes. "Remember, you're all each other have." She said quietly and walked out shutting the door behind her.
The lay there for a while, staring at each other, taking in the others appearance, as if they haven't seen each other in six years. They examined each others would-be scars and bruises; saw through that skin to their soul. Kikyo opened her mouth, but a soft knock interrupted her. "Girls?" A timid voice asked as a slim woman walked in the room, timidly holding the clipboard to her, staring at the ground. She had long flowing ebony hair that almost reached her ankles and copper eyes with large glasses with a black rim covering them. She had a long white lab coat on, a black V-neck blouse on under that along with an ankle length black skirt. Her shoes were black with a rounded toe, a strap across the top of the foot and a small heel. "Hello, my name is Silvia Waters. I am a therapist for spiritual powers, so I just help people like yourselves, whose powers were worn to the limit, to help rebuild and strengthen them." She said quietly looking up at them for a brief glance then back at the floor. The girls looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Hello. I'm Kagome, and this is my sister Kikyo." Kagome said quietly, tilting her head toward her sister. "So you're going to help us rebuild our powers? Our sensei just told us that we shouldn't even be aloud to try to regain them back…" Kagome trailed off, a fresh wave of guilt consuming her. Silvia looked up quickly and shook her head, her wild black hair flying around her face.
"Oh no, I just talked to her. She said she considered it, but decided to have me come in and help you anyway. She said you needed to have it, even if what you did didn't deserve it. She said it would teach you a lesson in hard work and humility." She said her small voice wearing out towards the end. Kikyo flashed a wan grin.
"Ok, so what's the diagnosis Silvia? Or do you want us to call you Ms. Waters, or Ms. Silvia?" Kikyo asked, taking a deep breath.
"Silvia will do just fine." She said, smiling a bit and looking up at the girls. "So you're Kagome and Kikyo and it looks like your powers are, on a scale of one to ten, a negative one. It's really bad, possibly on the record. They took some tests while you were sleeping on your power level right now. The average miko's power level 2400, while a demon's is 2700, and a human's is 1990; however, yours on a typical level is an amazing 3000. After that battle, your power level has dropped to a frightening 27. Technically, you shouldn't be alive right now. Once you hit 100, normal people would have just died. However, I don't know who you did it, but you lasted to 27. That also contributes on why you feel as if a lot of you is paralyzed and why your breathing is constricted, also why your voices have a hard time getting above a whisper, and why you sleep a lot. Your miko therapy can only begin after your body is well enough to stand, breathe, eat and run on its own. All that looks like it will take about six to nine months. But, you girls are extraordinary, knowing you; it'll probably take a little more than three months." Silvia finished as she sighed and looked at the clipboard she was holding. "These wounds are terrible. Maybe you should make that four months." She sighed again. Kagome smiled lightly and gestured toward a chair.
"Take a seat Silvia, talk with us a while. So as our bodies heal, will our power level increase, at least to get to 100?" she asked, wringing her hands together. Silvia pulled out a chair and sat in front of the two beds, crossing her legs elegantly.
"Well, it doesn't really work like that. You have to actually try to work on your powers in order to get more power levels. Think of it like a video game," She laughed a bit, "you don't just stand around and earn points, do you? You have to do things to help yourselves work up to your normal level." She sobered a bit, "So now, instead of advancing, you have to start from the beginning. You have 2973 levels to go. You already have the potential to get there and that's the hard part." She said, pushing some hair behind her ear.
"That is wonderful," Kagome said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "So is there anything we can do in the meantime to help our powers along?" she asked, feeling fatigue start to set in. Silva nodded vigorously.
"Actually, yes, and that's another reason why I'm here. Do you remember when you were little how sometimes they would have you sit down and make spirit balls with your minds? She received a nod as she smiled. "Well that's where we start." Kikyo laughed as Silvia sunk back in her chair.
"Really? Man, when we were kids we could do that in our sleep! No problem right Kagome?" She looked over at her sister with a hint of amusement in her eyes. It was the first real emotion she'd ever seen in her sister the past day. She nodded confidently as Silvia nodded to them, asking them to start. They both closed their eyes and took a deep breath as they focused their energy. Normally, they would have felt the rush of power, of energy flowing through them and out, forming into their chosen shape. However, they didn't feel that, and hardly felt the rush of power. The only rush of anything they felt was hunger. They pushed it aside and tried again and again, but to no avail. The once thoughtless, easy action was now becoming more difficult than they thought.
Silvia Waters sat and watched the girls try for it. She smiled sadly as something in her reached out for them. They were so powerful, used to things happening so easily and without little to any effort. Even when they were children, she suspected, they had great ease learning new things, and even now they did. But, when one has to go through something they did many, many years ago, one tends to forget how hard it really was in the very beginning. And this was their first crash course in that area. There was a fine coat of sweat on their foreheads as Kagome cried out and grabbed her head, and then slammed down on the bed, her body painfully curling up, which just added to the agony. It swept through her, engulfed her. It felt like a thousand knives were being jabbed into her skull. It hurt so bad she couldn't think straight, or see straight. Everything hurt; her head and her accursed ever-curling body. She finally let out a scream of agony as the sweat continued to pour down her face.
Kikyo was next; exploding into a violent series of seizures, her body shaking uncontrollably as she flopped back and forth was jarring every broken and hurt bone in her body. Unknowingly, tears rushed her vibrant brown eyes, alive with pain, as she continued to shake and convulse. It suddenly stopped, and she flopped over the side of the bed and became violently sick, puking up unknown food and bile. It went on so she began to puke blood. Silvia just sat there; scared for them and what was happening, but knowing she couldn't do anything to help. All at once they stopped, Kagome was no longer writhing in pain, and Kikyo was no longer puking all she had in her up. They both sat up carefully and stared at Silvia who whimpered lightly.
"Oh, girls…I should have told you but when you do that never overexert yourselves. It's extremely dangerous and things like that happen when you're in this state. When you started to sweat you should have stopped…" She said quietly, looking at the floor. She winced when Kagome let out a growl and Kikyo wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and shot Silvia a merciless glare.
"What the hell was that for? Why didn't you help us? Why didn't you warn us that would happen, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Kikyo shouted, as she wiped sweat from her face.
"I'm sorry! But I couldn't have helped you. You have to learn the meaning of 'restraint'. You're not all powerful anymore, you're both weak and you need to control yourselves!" She yelled, sniffling lightly as she looked up at them, resolve in her eyes. "Now try it again and when you need to stop, please do so." She said, her quiet high pitched voice getting quieter again. They took a deep breath and tried again.
This time, a small lavender pin tip sized dot appeared in front of Kagome's nose as more sweat dripped down her face. Her teeth were clenched and eyebrows furrowed. The ball didn't grow any, but it did stay there and waver some. Kikyo's efforts were rewarded also; a pink pin tip sized ball was placed in front of her nose. She was sweating profusely and breathing hard, as she finally just quit and fell back down. Kagome felt the familiar fatigue taking over her as she collapsed on the bed. A small clap echoed in the room.
"Good job, girls! Bravo! Besides from both of you sweating a lot, you didn't push yourselves too much. This time, you actually both formed a small ball in front of your noses. It was the size of a pencil tip, but at least it was something. She smiled and stood up, sweeping the clipboard up with her and smoothed out her skirt. "But sadly, we can't do anything until that ball turns into a ball the size of a golf ball, or maybe a softball. Good luck and mediating will help get that ball bigger. Get some rest, and some food, you both did really well." She said and quickly swept herself out of the room. Kagome blinked and closed her eyes.
"Well I'll be damned." She whispered as they were plunged into much needed rest once again.
Inuyasha entered the house tiredly with the rest of his companions, seating themselves lazily on the couch. It had been a day since they were transferred and that day they just hung out pretty much, no one telling them anything about where they were supposed to be, or even what school they were going to. He swept a clawed hand through his hair, pushing his hair back as he stared blankly at the TV in front of them. No one said a word, no one moved a muscle. It seemed as if everyone was thinking about the strange occurrences that happened the day before. Inuyasha's father silently stalked into the room, and then glanced at them all. He cleared his throat but no one moved; they were like statues carved of granite, nothing moving. He grew quickly impatient of the growing silence and cleared his throat once more. "Boys," he said, his voice echoing around the room. They all jumped at looked up, stunned to see him as Inuyasha exhaled sharply.
"Good God dad, scare the shit out of us already." He said rolling his eyes. His father made a face. "I thought you wouldn't be home."
"FYI Mr. I-got-all-the-answers, I've been standing here," He checked his watch, "exactly two minutes and forty-five seconds. So you all have been all in your own world. If you can follow me into the TV room, I'll be glad to explain what happened yesterday." He said as moved to the room. The boys left their stuff there and followed noiselessly. Once they were all seated, he stood in front of the TV, his hands running a patch through his hair. "Well, I'm sure you're all wondering why you suddenly were told you were transferring."
"Yea, that question ran through our minds once or twice during the day," Miroku answered sarcastically as Mr. Tashio shot him a glare.
"Well just incase you were wondering, I had you all switched out simply because I've noticed something over the past month or so." He said satisfaction in his discovery evident.
"And that is…?" Inuyasha prompted.
"You, and that means every one of you, has some sort of attraction to one of the girls. Now don't try to deny it, but I thought it would be easier to…how do you say, push things along. So I took it upon myself to transfer you to…what's so funny?" The boys had suddenly switched from quiet and uncaring to bursting out in uncontrollable laughter. Mr. Tashio stared at them. Something had to be extremely funny, Sesshomaru was even laughing hard. Kouga's laughter had calmed down a bit, even as he erupted in random fits of laughter.
"It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Of course we like them; it's so obvious we won't even deny it!" He laughed some more as Miroku hit him on the shoulder.
"But only because there's just us, right boys?" Miroku said as another fit of laughter exploded in the room. Mr. Tashio's stare turned into a glare.
"Oh shut up Miroku! You know you would confess it either way!" Inuyasha yelled and laughed a bit more, "Just because you have no shame!" Everyone laughed at that, knowing it was true. Mr. Tashio's glare turned into a heated glare. Enough was enough.
"I'm transferring you all to the girls' school." He said it quickly, bluntly, not even giving time for the boys' laughter to calm down. Immediately all noise in the room ceased to exist. No laughter, no giggles, no coughs, nothing. They boys stared at him, mouths agape, and eyes wide. Inuyasha was the first to recover.
"You're what, again?" he asked, his voice low and barely above a whisper.
"I'm transferring you to the girls' school." He repeated, secretly finding amusement in the switch of moods.
"Oh," Shippo squeaked.
"My," Sesshomaru supplied,
"God, I can't believe you're transferring us there! We will no longer have a minute to ourselves!" Inuyasha screamed, his hands bunching in his hair.
"I thought you liked spending time with the girls." Mr. Tashio said shooting curious gazes toward the boys.
"We do but we have a hard enough time trying not to ogle over them when we do see them!" Inuyasha yelled, defeated.
"I don't." Miroku said. Everyone glared at him, seeing as how his input held absolutely zero importance.
"Shut up." Kouga bit out. "You fawn over every girl you see so it isn't hard for you! But to the rest of us, it gets kind of hard to control ourselves, if you know what I mean." He said, sighing. A sly smile slid slowly over Miroku's lips.
"Oh, I know what you mean," He said, "I know exactly what you mean." His grin widened as everyone rolled their eyes.
"'Ogle', Inuyasha? I thought you were over that." Sesshomaru said, trying not be affected by the disturbing news.
"Shut up Sesshomaru." Inuyasha bit out, glaring at his older brother. "So dad, when do we start? What school is it? And why'd you do it?"
"Your mother figured it would be 'cute' to see you squirm all over yourselves over the attention of one girl while you're bombarded by hundreds of others, which, by the why, I told her was cruel. When I was your age, well, when I was around 200, it happened to me. And you start tomorrow at Fireside High."
"Fireside? That's our arch rivals, what an interesting coincidence." Sesshomaru mused. Kouga snickered.
"Ayame's going to shit herself. Ah, this might not be so bad after all." He rubbed his hands together diabolically. "She is so hot when she's mad."
"Whenever you see her you try to out do her, or out play her in some way." Inuyasha pointed out. Shippo intervened.
"That's his way of showing he likes her." He provided. Inuyasha snickered.
"He's going to run her off like that." He laughed. Kouga scowled.
"Don't even get me started about you!" he screamed.
"Mr. Tashio? I have a question." Miroku said. Mr. Tashio looked towards him and nodded. "What makes Inuyasha and Sesshomaru such big whores? I'm just wondering why girls fawn over them so much. It's actually kind of creepy how many bra's and thongs get thrown to them during concerts. Yesterday Inuyasha was swooned over by about 3 girls and Sesshomaru was given a teddy bear… or was it a rose?" He turned to Sesshomaru. He blushed slightly.
"It was a rose." He said quietly.
"A white rose." Inuyasha said tauntingly as Sesshomaru punched him in the shoulder.
"Anyway, so I was wondering why the ladies loved them so much. Since you're their father, and they look like you, I thought you could actually explain some things." Miroku finished as he nodded and looked at their father. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled sheepishly.
"It's the hair." He said grinning as a cocky amusement filled the room.
"I knew it!" Shippo yelled and stood up, pointing at Inutashio. Everyone looked at him as if he'd grown two heads and he sat down blushing.
"Even back in the 18th century all the women loved the silver hair. It's not my fault I passed it on to my children. It's a dominant trait I couldn't help but pass on. It could possibly be that good ol' Tashio charm that makes the ladies go crazy." Kouga scoffed.
"I doubt that." He said.
"You're right. Most of the Tashio males are loud or extremely silent, cocky, and bossy. Unfortunately, my sons and probably my daughter inherited that so called 'Tashio charm'. However, it's not what draws the opposite gender." Mrs. Tashio walked into the room quietly and seated herself in a large circular chair as her husband gave her a questioning glance. She shrugged. "You were having a little male pow wow and I had nothing else to do so I decided to interrupt. Besides, I heard first silence, then hysterical laughter, then absolute silence again, then yelling. I can't read a book like that so I decided I'd bother you guys."
"So Mrs. Tashio, can you explain what makes your son's chick magnets?" Miroku asked seriously. He was the only one who could ask that seriously and want a serious answer. Inuyasha shook his head. He obviously wasn't picky on the friends he picked. He also couldn't believe he was having the conversation with his mother. His mother! There had to be something weird about your best friend talking to your mother about your sex appeal. It was pretty creepy. Inuyasha's furry little ears pinned back on his head as he swung sharply around to see the same horrified and embarrassed look in Sesshomaru's eyes. Sesshomaru was so calm looking that the only emotion, if any, were only revealed in the golden pools known as his eyes.
"Well, Miroku, it's quiet simple really." Why had his mother sounded scientific? "It's two simple factors: the hair and the eyes. Now no woman I know can resist a man with long silver hair and golden eyes. The fact that they are both strong adds to the appeal I suppose. My husband's favorite color is cobalt blue. He wore it all the time and no one could resist it. I see girl's everyday drool over my husband and sons because their personality mixes so well with their colors; Inuyasha for red, Sesshomaru for white, and Inutashio for blue. I suppose it depends on the color or it could just be the hair. Now my daughter has a different situation. Instead of having golden eyes, she has lavender. I've noticed that lavender eyes attract way more men that gold and I've seen it. I see boys from her school everyday give her purple daises or something. Her high school life is going to be pretty interesting." A muscle in Inutashio's jaw twitched. "Does that answer your question Miroku?" He nodded dumbly.
"So mom, are you saying that if we had purple eyes, we'd attract more girls?" Inuyasha asked.
"What? Not enough girls for you Inuyasha?" His dad mocked as Inuyasha made a face.
"Actually, no. I think it might only work for the Tashio women. If you two had purple eyes, you'd be considered pansies. Gold on a guy is way more attractive that lavender on a guy. So I think, a girl with cold gold eyes like Sesshomaru is kind of intimidating, instead of cold lavender eyes, right?" She asked as they looked around at each other and nodded, even Sesshomaru. "Plus, they're just so cute!" She squealed. Everyone kind of stared at her and turned their attention toward the man at the front of the room once more. He shrugged.
"We thought it would be a good way to help Kagome out also, give her a little extra support, probably Kikyo also." They made a face. "Ok, maybe no Kikyo. But anyway boys, you're dismissed from the meeting go ahead and do what you will. Let me guess, Inuyasha's going to go by the hospital," He started,
"Miroku's going to go 'accidentally find' himself in a place with lots and lots of women," Mrs. Tashio continued,
"Shippo's going to go find new rhythms on the set downstairs,"
"Sesshomaru's going to go read a 500 page book that he left on his bed this morning,"
"And Kouga's going to either A: work on his keyboard or sound board,"
"Or B: think up some despicable plan to prank Ayame."
"Are we right?" They asked at the same time. The boys sighed and got up and went to do exactly as they had said. Not because they had said it, but because, that's what they were going to do anyway. Sesshomaru had been looking forward to that book all day, damn it! He couldn't just ignore it and not read it just because his step mother predicted his movements so well. He silently stalked out of the room. Mrs. Tashio rose from her chair gracefully and walked up to her husband, leaned up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "You sure have interesting sons." She said as she glided out of the room and turned to go to the kitchen, her heart set on an Italian soda one of her sons had left in the refrigerator. It had been safe for far, far too long.
Inuyasha grabbed his jacket he left in the living room and walked outside. He smelled fresh moisture in the air as he looked up to see a swirling rain cloud overhead. He sighed. It had started out such a beautiful day, like the day before, and now it was going to rain, or perhaps storm. He didn't really mind. He liked the rain. He locked the door behind him and began his trek down the street. As the first drops of moisture landed on the sidewalk, and the wind whipped through his hair, he wondered how life was going to be switched going to school with Kagome and her friends. No doubt life was going to be interesting, but he wondered if he actually had a chance of going out with her. He suppressed a laugh. Yea, right, him, get together with Kagome? It was laughable. She was way too good for him, and he betted that if she went out with him for a week, no; a day, she would leave him and never talk to him again. Just because that's how low, unworthy, how bad he really was. His long lashes fell to cover the look of utter defeat in his eyes. Well, even if she could never be his, that didn't mean he couldn't try, right? By that time the rain was falling hard; the long whips of sliver strands sticking to his face and back as he stood in front of his destination: the flower shop.
He walked in and looked around as a powerful wave of smells hit him. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, taking in all the scents of the flowers that so completely reminded him of Kagome. Deciphering the smells brought him straight to the sunflower aisle. He looked at them all as he got to the end of the row seeing a huge pot of individual sunflowers. Glancing around the room, he found the roses, eyeing the basket with separate roses. "Can I help you sir?" a voice called from his right. He looked to that direction and there was a short old lady with graying hair tied in a bun and glasses in a green apron and yellow dress.
"Actually, yes you could. Can I get specialized bouquets made?" he asked softly as she smiled.
"Yes you can, up to five different flowers. Would you like one?" She said.
"Yea, can I have one with roses and sunflowers in them and a dozen of each flower?"
"Oh yes, would you like to pick them out or would you like me to?" she asked, looking at the sunflowers. He smiled sheepishly as one hand scratched behind his head.
"I'm not good with flowers so if you could do it that would be a great help."
"No problem son, if I may ask; what are they for?" She asked casually as she delicately plucked a sunflower out.
"My mother wanted some." He said quickly, his eyes quickly darting around the room. She laughed.
"Sure she did." She laughed some more. "If you're really that uncomfortable, then I won't ask, how about that?" she plucked more out and moved to the roses. He followed her, glancing around the room. It had a sky roof, all made of clear glass and he looked up seeing the raindrops hit the roof and slide off onto the glass walls. There was a wood rim around the outside, painted purple as several hanging plants hung from that. He looked over to the other side of the room where the cash register was placed on wood table that had shelves on the bottom with pots on it. The back of the store was a regular wall, and that was now two walls having a gap in the middle of it that led to the backroom. It wasn't covered like it normally would have been but there was a long table with planting items and dirt spread on it, obviously where she cut the plants to put on display. He turned back to the lady as she finished selecting the roses. He picked up the sunflowers as she led him into the back room and took of the thrones. She pushed the thrones into a compost bag and looked up at him. "Would you like just the wrap or wrap and vase or just vase?" she asked.
"Can I have the wrap and clear glass vase?" He said as she brought out three kinds. One had an intricate design of a rose on it and all around it. The next was a plain one, lines coming up the sides, and the next had a vine carved around the top. "The one with the rose is nice."
"What color wrapping would you like?" She asked as she put the other two away.
"Red on the inside and yellow on the outside please." She pulled out the colors and wrapped them; filling the vase a little ways up with water and wrapped the flowers up in the wrapping, taped it, and put it in the vase.
"There you go. That will be ten forty-nine please." She said as he handed her a ten and a one dollar bill. He received the change and put it in a bowl beside the cash register.
"Thank you."
"Good-bye! Have a nice day!" she yelled as he went out the door.
"Yea, you too," He said as he went out into the rain once again. It was still raining, the wind still blowing as he hurried home and to his car, on to the hospital. He really didn't care if it was visiting hours or not, because he was going, and no one was going to stop him. He arrived there in a short while, sneaking past the receptionist and going to Kagome's room.
Outside the door he took a deep breath and opened the door sticking his head inside. "Hello in there." He said as he closed the door behind him.
"Who are you and why are you in Kikyo's room?" A male voice asked, apparently angry and territorial. He set the flowers down on Kagome's side of the room and looked him. He was tall, a bit shorter than Inuyasha, with brown hair with reaching down to his chin and back of his neck. He had green eyes with a red shirt that read 'Hollister' across the front in yellow letters. The shirt was slightly skin-tight, showing the brown leather belt along with the blue jeans with tan spots of shredded jeans and tattered lining on the pockets and belt loops. His jean jacket was spread on Kikyo's bed. Inuyasha raised an eye brow as he took off his jacket and lay in at the end of the bed.
"This is Kagome's room, too you know." He said, staring at the man. Someone apparently woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
"That didn't answer my question." He replied. Wow, this guy really was an ass today, wasn't he?
"I don't know why I should answer to you." he replied, glaring at the man with his heated golden eyes.
"Evan? Who are you talking to?" A weak voice asked. He looked down and saw Kikyo just wake up, staring up at the man now identified as Evan.
"This guy with creepy silver hair just walked in here. It's amazing how many stupid colors people dye their hair." He said agitation in his voice. Inuyasha snarled slightly.
"Silver hair," Kikyo looked past him and rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's just Inuyasha. Don't worry about him. He's Kagome's friend."
"My hair isn't dyed. It's naturally this color, dufus." He said, seating himself beside Kagome's bed, keeping a close eye on him.
"Yea right. That only happens if you're some kind of demon or something."
"My god you're dull. You're obviously a human."
"And you're obviously that rock-star wanna-be. That guy from that band." Evan said as he flipped hair out of his eyes. Inuyasha glared at him and removed his hat.
"First of all, I am a kind of demon. Second, I am that guy from that band." He said rather coolly, flames growing in his eyes.
"Wait, so you're a half breed?" He laughed. "If you're the Inuyasha from that band then, you're nothing but a half breed! You're band sucks by the way; I have no idea why so many people fawn over you." Inuyasha started to rise from his seat as a small hand rested on his.
"Evan, if you do not shut the fuck up right now, I will get up from this bed and kick your ass." A drowsy voice said. Inuyasha seated himself again and smiled.
"Good morning Kagome." He smiled as she looked at him and his eyes turned into a molten gold. He brought up his other hand and removed some hair from her face.
"Hi Inuyasha, nice of you to visit." She said and turned back to Evan. "Are we clear?"
"You can't move! You broke your leg! That would incredibly stupid, even for you." He weakly defended himself. Inuyasha snapped his head up to him as his molten eyes turned into a rock hard shimmering gold once more.
"Call her stupid again and I'll show you what this half-breed can do." He threatened. His voice was low and sent shivers down Evan's spine. The scary thing was that he meant it and bared his teeth as Kagome stroked his hand. Evan settled down to silence as he turned back to Kagome, his voice soft again. "So anything big happen while I was gone?" He asked as he kissed her hand. She looked at Kikyo and sighed.
"Well, our mother and grandmother came by and took Souta home, and…" She trailed off.
"…talked to us. It wasn't pretty, and we felt pretty bad afterwards." Kikyo finished up as Kagome took over.
"Not only do we have to do physical therapy, but we have to have spiritual therapy also. So as far as spiritual energy levels go, regular mikos have 2400, while a demon's is 2700, and a human's is 1990. Ours is normally 3000. Which Silvia said was pretty impressive." She said and coughed once.
"That doesn't surprise me." Inuyasha said quietly.
"But after our battle…" Kikyo started and looked at her sister.
"After our battle it dropped to 27. Normally people die once they hit 100. So technically, we should be dead right now." Kagome said shifting her gaze away from Inuyasha. "We have to have training to get it up to 3000 again, and that means going through everything again. We had to make a ball in front of our noses and I ended up going into a fit of headaches which made me curl up, which hurt me more and Kikyo had…like a seizure, right?" Her sister nodded. Inuyasha smiled and removed some hair from her eyes again.
"Don't worry about it Kagome, if you're strong enough to be alive when you're normally supposed to be dead, then you can do that." He said as she looked up at him.
"How's your hands?" she asked as he brought up his other hand. She took off the gloves and looked at the blood soaked bandages. She sighed as Inuyasha got up and got the bag as she started working on his hands. He winced slightly when he took off the gauze. Evan looked over at them and grimaced.
"Holy shit, what the hell did you do to your hands?" he asked, blood draining from his face. Inuyasha took silent pleasure in seeing him look ready to puke.
"I punched through a tree." He answered quickly, smiling a predator's smile as Evan's eyes widened.
"You punched through a whole tree?" He asked, mortified.
"Yep, I didn't notice till after the tree fell down, though." He said nonchalantly. Evan shuddered.
"Stop bragging Inuyasha." Kagome said and smiled as flipped his hands over and attended to those wounds.
"And what happened there?" Evan asked.
"I have claws. When I put my hand into a fist too tight my claws dig into my skin." He shrugged as Kagome laughed and he kissed the top of her head as she tied up his hands again.
"There. Promise me you won't punch through another tree please." Kagome asked. Inuyasha shrugged.
"I can't make any promises." She smiled and shook her head. A low grumbling noise filled the room as Inuyasha looked around and saw Kagome and Kikyo grab their stomachs.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I forgot. We haven't eaten since we got in here. I'm starving." Kagome growled out.
"My stomachs going to implode, I swear!" Kikyo screamed out, clenching her gut.
"Um, hold on and I'll run down to the cafeteria and get you a sandwich or something." Inuyasha said and got up.
"No, I will." Evan said getting up.
"I'm faster so I'll go." He said and dashed out of the room. He went down to the cafeteria and explained his situation to the cook. They had given him two sandwiches, two chocolate milks, two small fruit cups, and two bags of chips. He had dashed up the stairs again and walked down the hallway that was suddenly infested with doctors and nurses. He became very wary as the anxiety in him grew. The farther he got, the more doctors and nurses were there. Don't turn left, don't turn left…he slowly recited to himself as they all turned left. His eyes widened as he broke out into a run toward the girls' room. Upon getting there, he saw the girls crying and curling up into balls, shaking. He felt a strong aura yet no color emitting from the girls. He burst into the room and roared, "What's going on? What's happening to them?" A nurse looked at him and walked up to him carefully.
"Please keep your voice down, sir. Their bodies are trying to compensate the loss of spiritual energy. They lost most of it and it's trying to get some of it back to function semi-normally. It's taking that energy from the muscles and organs that don't have it. So it's causing them to have little seizures because their bodies are fighting the spiritual pull. It doesn't help any that their energy level is zero- they haven't eaten anything." The nurse sighed and brushed back dark turquoise hair, "Who are you anyway?"
"I'm…" Restless, he ran an agitated hand through his hair and growled, "I'm Kagome's friend," He sputtered out quickly. "Why weren't they fed anything today? Weren't you people doing your job? Who are you?" His voice was quiet but reeking with a threat as he looked at the nurse with merciless gold eyes that made her want to shiver. His lip went up in a snarl as he glared at the woman. "If they ate, couldn't this be avoided?" He asked again, this time earning a shiver as the woman backed up a bit.
"My name's Ruth, I'm a trained nurse. Every time our staff went in for their meals they were sleeping or had guests. If we left it there while they were sleeping then it would be cold by the time they woke up. It would be rude to eat in front of a guest." She said quietly.
"Who gives a shit if they were sleeping? Wake them up, damn it! I'm sure they wouldn't have minded! I'm sure their guests wouldn't have minded either! Damn it!" He yelled and dumped the stuff in a chair and paced restlessly. "So what are they doing now?" He asked, still pacing, noticing everyone hook them up to wires and put oxygen masks on them.
"We're getting ready to take them into surgery. The first one's going to have to happen now. Its going to go in and try to repair some muscle damage, there's not much we, as doctors, can do for her spiritual condition, but we can help strengthen the muscles to help that calm down until we can get some food in their system. If you would like, I'd be glad to come in and inform you of their condition later." Ruth said as she turned toward the door and two gurneys came in, carefully placing each twin in one and ushering them out of the room, shouting commands down the hallway.
"Yes, that'd be great." He said slowly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbed, hopefully stopping the oncoming headache.
"What's happening to them?" Evan's voice said as he approached them. Inuyasha's eyes snapped open and glared at the man.
"What the hell, haven't you been listening?" he spat out, snarling. Evan stepped back a bit. Ruth left promptly, wanting to avoid a confrontation.
"I was actually helping Kikyo and your little slut of a girlfriend get ready to go." He snarled back. "The least you could do is tell me what I was helping them get ready for." He said and watching as Inuyasha paced the length of room several times before pacing to Kagome's bed and searching around in the covers. "What are you doing?"
"First of all, I don't owe you anything, so I don't have to tell you anything, second she's not my girlfriend and especially not a slut and third I'm looking for a deck of cards, knowing Kagome, she always has a deck of cards somewhere." He said and continued searching the sheets and he heard Evan sigh and sit down on Kikyo's bed. "Oh, and if you ever call her a slut again, I'm going to rip out your throat and throw it out the window." He said calmly
Evan, very intelligently, ignored the threat. "Well will you tell me because I'm a desperate man wanting to know what happened to his girlfriend? I don't know, and I'd rather know than wait to find out." Evan said as Inuyasha's ears picked up. He caught actual, genuine concern in his voice as well as traces of worry, doubt, and maybe even love. Inuyasha smirked at that.
"I suppose every prick needs another." He muttered, secretly laughing. He certainly wasn't that prick, but maybe Evan was. "Since you care so much, I'll spare you and tell. It's something about their spiritual energy eating away and their physical one and causing their muscles to go all spastic and stuff. Result is, seizures and their going into surgery to try to give back some energy. It doesn't help that they didn't have anything to eat for the past two days or so." He smiled as he found the deck hidden beneath the pillow. "Are you up for a game of cards while we wait? I'm guessing their going to be in there for a while." Inuyasha said, taking them out of the package and shuffling them as he seated himself on the floor, his legs crisscrossed in front of him as Evan sighed and sat in front of him, his elbow on his knee and his chin in his palm, looking at the deck of cards he was shuffling.
"Sure. What do you want to play?" He asked as Inuyasha continued to shuffle. He shrugged his powerful shoulders casually.
"I don't care. I know how to play pretty much everything. Let's just say this is what we do when I'm too tired to wrestle my sister." He said.
"Your sister wants to wrestle? How old is she?" Evan asked, wide-eyed.
"Yea, it seems to run in the family. She's about nine…ten." He shrugged again. Evan shook his head.
"Wow. How about speed to start off, then we can do something else."
"Fine with me," he said and the games begun.
Little more than three hours later, the boys sat on the floor, breathing hard and glaring at each other. There were empty chip bags and soda cans everywhere, as Inuyasha tossed a card to the mess of a pile and slapped it, sending everything around his hand flying up, and then floating down. A millisecond later, Evan slapped his hand on Inuyasha's and swore. "You got the pile." He gritted out between clenched teeth and Inuyasha pulled the pile to him and organized them into his already thick deck.
The game was Egyptian Rat Screw and the score for the past three hours was Inuyasha: 158 and Evan: 157. Evan didn't do to well on these reflex games compared to Inuyasha. Evan's human reflexes were hardly anything compared too Inuyasha's heightened reflexes and reactions. He had virtually no chance, but yet held his own surprisingly well. Another point was just about to go to Inuyasha, because he had more than half the deck and Evan had about three cards left.
Just as Inuyasha was about to lay down another card, a soft rasp was heard at the door and Ruth stepped in. Inuyasha stood up immediately and faced her and she sighed and yawned. "And…?" Inuyasha urged, anxiety nearly eating him alive. She couldn't die now, not after she survived all that, it just couldn't happen. And the dumb ass nurse not saying anything was really reeking hell on his nerves. Evan stood up behind him as Ruth wiped sweat from her brow.
"Well, I got some good news, and some bad news…and possibly some more bad news in the bad news. The good news is, we've stopped the seizures, got them on fluids, and IV. We'll give them painkillers later. Bad news is, they've lost a lot of blood obviously we found out that the huge lost of blood also contributed to their breakdown."
"So? Give them some blood! You've got to have a blood bank here!" Evan yelled, anxiety pushing at his nerves too.
"Well it isn't particularly that simple." She looked at both of the men. "Due to their extreme power level, they have a rare blood type, one that only can be given to them by a family member with that caliber or higher of power level." Ruth said again looking at the floor. Inuyasha cursed under his breath as the door slammed open and Kagome's mother came stomping into the room with her grandmother walking quietly behind her. "You've come in at a good time Mrs--" Ruth was cut of by her ranting.
"Where are my babies? What happened to them? Tell me right now or this whole room is going up in flames!" She screamed, glaring murder at Ruth. She yelped and hid behind Evan and Inuyasha.
"They were in surgery. Ruth here just got here to give us the 411. So if you would shut up and let her explain, we could know something." Inuyasha said, his tone mild, as he glared at Kagome's mother.
"Fine," She said and put her nose in the air, waiting for the nurse.
"Well, Mrs. Higurashi, the girls lost a lot of blood and they need some." She opened her mouth to speak but she held up a finger. "It's not any old A, B, or AB blood, ok? It's a rare type, unique to the family. It has to be given to them a member of the recent family, so a mother, father, grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin perhaps, but it can't be anyone who isn't blood related; and they have to have the same or higher power level." She said, looking hopefully at their mother. "What's your power level? Maybe you could be the donor."
"I have 2600. What do the girls have?" She asked. Ruth glanced at Inuyasha then at Daisy.
"And you?"
"2900." Ruth sighed, hopeless. "What, what's wrong?" Daisy asked, not liking the signs at all.
"Neither of those is high enough. The girls have a power level of 3000, and their power right now is at thirty, it rose a bit. Do any other family members who are higher than 3000?" The women both looked at each other and shook their heads no.
"No one who's willing anyway," Allie said sadly, a look of sadness and anguish crossed her eyes as she looked back at Ruth. "Why can't we give them normal blood? Or maybe even their grandmother's?" She asked.
"Well, we tried giving them normal blood, the same blood type, and they reacted so badly that we almost had a repeat of what happened in here. Luckily we stopped it by stopping the flow of it. Giving them less power leveled blood would do nothing but increase the blood flow in their bodies. Something that's more potent would help raise their power level. Make sense?" She asked gently. Allie looked ready to cry, her eyes swimming ready-to-fall tears as she walked up to a wall and kicked it, sending to toe of the shoe driving into the wall. "If it makes you feel better, when it first happened we gave them regular blood and they accepted it, but I don't know why it's not doing it now."
"Shit." She muttered, "Shit, shit, shit!" She yelled, tears leaking from her eyes and onto her cheeks as she continued to kick the wall, a fine dent forming in the wall as she continued to kick the door. "Damn it to hell why does this always happen to me? All I want is for them to get out of the fucking hospital! Is that too much to ask? I only know of one person who has that or maybe more of that spiritual energy…" She said, kicking the wall again as Daisy came up behind her and grabbed her shoulder, and turned her around so she enveloped her in a hug.
"Its ok, Allie, you don't have to say if it hurts too much." She whispered softly.
"It's their father." She said, her throat constricting to that oh so painfully memory. Every time she thought of him, she was instantly bombarded with pain and memories. That day he left, the day after Souta was born, was a day she'd never forget. She'd begged him not to go, reminded him of his two twin girls, still pretty young at the time, and his newborn son, and the rest of his family. He couldn't leave her to raise them by herself. But he had, saying that he had to, and he'd never returned, never fully completing her again, and never giving her heart back again. Even after all these years she loved him, and strangely forgave him for leaving her. It had been quick on that rainy day, the infant in her arms, two twins on her legs. He promised he returned soon and hugged them all good-bye, and just left. Just like that.
He never called, never even dropped a letter by. She'd often wondered if he still cared about his wife and children, if he knew how much they've grown, how much they've accomplished in their lives. She didn't even know if he was alive. She wondered if he'd be proud of them, if he'd really be a father if he was there. When she met him, she could swear he was like a caged tiger, pacing the cage, ready to spring out and attack. That's what really attracted her to him in the first place. He was gorgeous, a masculine gorgeous, with a smile like 1000 watts, and a body to die for. Broad shoulders, tall, muscular, long raven black hair and piercing blue eyes to match. He always wore dark glasses, his smiles rare, but he had sure, strong white teeth under his full lips. A strong jaw, and a stubborn streak that she was sure her children inherited, and apparently, they inherited his power, also. His voice was deep and raspy, the very epitome of hot steamy nights and satin sheets. His very body was the thing of the gods. He was the most powerful priest in the area, and he knew how to handle a sword like an extension of his arm. As a matter of fact, she saw a lot of him in Inuyasha.
"But I don't know where he is," She said quietly. "I haven't heard from him in a long, long time. I'm not sure of his power level, but he was strong, but he won't help us now." She said, memories flashing before her eyes. She sat down with a thud on a bed; put her elbows on her knees and her hands over her eyes. Inuyasha smelled tears. Ruth sighed.
"Well, we'll see what we can do. Thank you though." She said and looked up at the two men. "Well boys, I believe we're at a dead end. Until we find something to give them to replace that blood, we are at a stand still here and it's not going to be very long. They either live or die at this point. They just aren't strong enough now to rebuild the blood themselves. I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do." She said quietly. Inuyasha clenched his hands into fists at his side and shut his eyes, frantically searching for an answer. No one noticed but someone stepped in the room.
He was tall, had dark glasses with sting hanging from one side of a lenses, with three small beads at the end. He had long raven hair, his bangs reaching his chin on two sides, the back of his hair turned into a ponytail that ended at the back of his neck. He had a small black mustache and broad shoulders, with a black trench coat on, and blue jeans. He cleared his throat lightly. "Hello, is this Kagome and Kikyo's room? Where are they?" The voice was deep, raspy, and quiet. Allie's head shot up as she looked toward the man in the doorway. She inhaled quickly.
"Logan…" she whispered it barely heard even in the quiet of the room. "What's your power level?" She asked, raising herself slightly from the bed.
"It's 3700, why?" He asked quietly, his gaze never leaving her.
"We need you to donate." Allie said quickly.
"Wait, who are you, and what do you want with the girls?" Inuyasha asked, straitening up to his full height. By god, the man was taller that he was!
"Their father," He answered simply, staring Inuyasha down from behind the glasses. His eyes widened.
"You're their father?"
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That was it, hope it gave you something to chew on, I certainly enjoyed myself writing it. Now for review replies.
Sesshomarukagomeforever23: Oh yea, I'm continuing, and frankly, I'm not sure. Originally it was supposed to go to seventeen chapters, but seeing as how the eighteenth is coming in, we can successfully say to hell with that plan. So, I'm not sure how many more, but there will be more. Thanks for the review.
Moron256: Thanks, I liked it. And here's your next chapter. It's long so I gave you something to chew on. Enjoy.
Punk Rock Miko2: Yea, I would say that was a bit to close for comfort. Too bad the cat was let out anyway, lol. Thank you so much for the review, hope you like this one.
-Inuasha Aiko Taishio-: Well, I'm glad you love it and this was as close as I could get too 'soon'. Sorry. I hope you like it.
Darknessgurl223: Sorry, I tend to write a lot when I get around to it. This one is just going to add to the list. It's like 21 pages non double spaced. It's 31 double spaced. Yea, I know its hell of a lot to read. Oh! It does? Thanks so much! You actually reread it? That's amazing! It's so long I didn't think anyone could do it! That just brightened up my day! Here it is, and it's long, thanks for the review!!
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Stand Alone Complex
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