Kurimuson Chishio: Yeah, Kagome is putting up a nice fight, but then again, if she didn't, the story may get a little bit tedious… And yeah, Inuyasha is the lord D
funkysurfingurl: Haha, I would be too, but she'll be okay, I promise!
Kat57: Thanks! I suppose I am going a little bit hard on the cliffhangers, but I like some suspense, you can't blame me! Thank you for reviewing my story so much as well! I hope you're enjoying the story!
xolovexinuyasha: Hahaha, sorry Inuyasha does not save her this time I'm afraid, but he will later… I was watching Narauto too! Lol!
Chapter six: Hospitals Suck
"Miroku, who was that?" Sango asked.
"That, was Naraku. Stubborn, I never really liked the guy, but I can't do anything about it, that's the lord's decision." Miroku replied.
"Oh, I see." Sango said. There was an awkward silence for a while, when Sango finally piped up.
"Oh gods! I completely forgot! I have to get to my jobs, I—"
"Don't worry about it, I took care of everything, you and Kagome have the rest of the day off." Miroku said calmly.
"Oh! Thank you kindly, sir." Sango said, bowing her head slightly.
"Please Sango," Miroku said, pulling Sango into a loving embrace. "Stop it with all of that 'sir', and 'advisor' crap. Just call me, Miroku." He whispered into her ear.
"Yes, sir, -- I mean, Miroku." Sango smiled, and looked up into Miroku's eyes. There faces were mere inches apart. Miroku moved his one arm around Sango's back, pulling her into a kiss, and his other hand caressed the side of her cheek. The sun was even setting in the background; this would have been the most romantic thing Sango had ever experienced, had it actually happened.
"Advisor, sir!" It was one of Naraku's men.
Aggravated, Miroku stepped away from Sango, and she did the same.
"Yes?" He asked, his patience wearing slightly thin.
Somehow, Kagome had held on. Somehow, Kagome had evaded Hojo long enough until Naraku's men came and found her. Hojo hadn't gotten much further than fingering her, and teasing to an agonizing extent. Kagome's lips were most likely bruised now. From all of the kisses forced upon them. Despite her worsened condition, Kagome tried to cover herself up as the men carried Hojo away. His last words still haunted her.
"I'll get you, bitch, you can't get very far from here, I'll find you one way or another, and I'll make you pay." He hissed.
"Hmm, you sure were lucky, back there." A teenage kid, with red hair, and emerald green eyes looked at her innocently. He was about 4 inches or so shorted than Kagome, and had the cutest puffy tail.
"Yeah." Kagome said, staring at the corner of the jeep.
"You must've been scared, that Hojo character has one long file, believe me." The kid said.
"Yeah."
"You not talk much or something?" He asked. Kagome just shrugged half-heartedly. She was swimming in her own thoughts, well, more like drowning. She hated this place. So many bad things had happened to her, and she had only been here one and a half days, if you could even call it that long. So far, she had been beaten, learned her position, walked ten miles or so, just to get dinner, and then be nearly raped, and not to mention beaten profusely, and before that, her parents had just died, she didn't even get to go to the funeral.
"So, how did you manage to get here?"
"My parents died."
"Oh, I see, same with me, its awful, luckily, I found my long-lost cousin, he happens to be the lord here." Kagome blinked, why has everyone just said 'the lord', instead of lord, whatever his name was? The thought confused Kagome to no extent.
"So, what's your name?" He asked, the kid's constant talking was beginning to get on her final nerves, although, he probably meant well.
"Kagome."
"Hmm, Kagome huh? Well, my name's Shippo. Your name reminds me of the lord's girlfriend. Come to think of it, you look a lot like her too."
"Great." Kagome said.
"Shippo! Get out here! Leave the slave alone, we've got work to do!" The car had stopped, and another of the search team members was getting out of the van, jeep thing, and letting the two out.
"Okay, Kagome, we need you to follow this lady, here, and she'll take you to the hospital, you look like you could use a few stitches." Shippo said, pointing to a petite figure, maybe about four or five inches shorter than Kagome. Kagome nodded, and limped over to the kind face, smiling at her.
"Hello, I assume you're miss Kagome, no?" She asked.
"Yes, I am." Kagome replied.
"Good, my name is Rin, and I'll be the nurse who cares for you tonight, if you could, follow me, please, I'll take you to the doctor." Rin said, gesturing towards the door.
"Thank you." Kagome said, heading off to the small building, even though it was only about a fifty-foot walk, Kagome was gasping for air by the time she reached the door.
"Oh, my." Rin said. "I suppose you're in worse condition than I thought." Kagome forced a smile at Rin, and apparently, it really showed. Rin frowned, and gave Kagome a look of pity. The nurse held up an identification card, and the doors opened instantly. Kagome gasped a little, and Rin giggled.
"Does it, always do that?" Kagome asked.
"Yes, it does." Rin laughed again.
As they walked into the building, the scent of medicine, and sick people stung her nose. She cringed, she had always hated that smell, it gave her a headache. Rin turned down a long hallway, and Kagome followed. Another turn, another hallway. Kagome began to get dizzy after about the fifth hallway, when she became impatient.
"Are we there yet?" Kagome whined, completely forgetting her manners.
"Yup!" Rin said cheerily. "Let me take your temperature, and then, if you would please sit down on that bed over there." Rin pointed to a bed with one of those paper sheets over them. Kagome obediently put the thermometer into her mouth, and waited until it beeped. Rin took the thermometer from Kagome, and recorded the number, and said goodbye, and that the doctor would be in soon.
Kagome fiddled with her thumbs, and hummed an old tune her mother used to sing to her. Kagome stood up and looked around the room, and searching for something to keep her occupied. But she found nothing. She looked at the clock in the corner of the room. It was now 8:35 pm, Kagome was exhausted, and she still needed to get stitches! While Kagome was arguing, and complaining to herself, she heard the door click, and creak open.
"Hello, Ms. Higurashi? We'll take you in the surgical room now." A man in typical doctor's clothing called to her.
"Okay." Kagome said, surprised that she had even been taken to the hospital. She was a slave for crying out loud! What would it matter if she lived or not? (A/N: I have never gotten stitches that I can remember, so I'm going to wing it, if I'm beyond right, lemme know, and I'll fix it!)
The doctor set Kagome on yet another bed, this one, slightly more uncomfortable.
"What are you, what are you doing!" Kagome shrieked, but it was too late, an injection or something had been delivered into her blood stream, and she was unconscious.
A/N: Wow, Kagome's life just doesn't seem too great right now, does it? Sheesh, her luck is worse than mine... which is saying something.