Crazy? Not me.
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Chapter 4: One third a life wasted…
**Chapter Note: It has come to my attention that some of you think that Izayoi was being non-motherly or I didn't quite know the regulations of metal rehabilitation or the need of legal documents. I thank you for pointing out those things, but I will actually be explaining all that in this chapter. Please do not blame Izayoi; it is not her fault. Thank you ^.^**
"Mrs. Hongoroshi, so great to see you again," Kagura greeted with a phony smile on her face.
"I wish I could say the same. When I signed those papers you gave me, you told me it would only be a week, two at the most!"
"Mrs. Hongoroshi, I said that in confidence, and thought I meant it, but you will not believe the things he's done-" or I've done "-we just had to keep him. And it clearly stated that you were not to visit unless we deemed safe,"
"But I'm his mother! You can't just keep me from him!" Izayoi fumed.
"You're the one that signed the paper, and we did give you the choice, now be lucky you can see him now!" the head nurse snapped with anger as she walked away and made a gesture for Izayoi to follow.
After a very anger-filled and silent walk, they were at a silver door with a lock on the outside. Izayoi gaped.
"You've been keeping him in there?" she asked in bewilderment.
"It was necessary," Kagura lied venomously.
Whatever, what six-year-old needs to be behind a steel door? She's so bull-shitting me, Izayoi thought as she watched the head nurse unlock the bolt on the door. Before it was even completely open, Izayoi bolted inside. The room was very bland. There were no windows, the bed looked completely uncomfortable and barely had covering, and the walls were just the silver metal, as was the floor. It was a perfect square and she could see some unfinished trays of food. That was when her eyes came to rest on her son.
Inuyasha seated on a chair in the middle of the room, had his head hung and hands folded neatly on his lap. He was definitely thinner than she remembered…
"Yash-" Izayoi whispered took a step closer, but stopped when she saw him flinch and turn away. "Yash?" she whispered.
"He's been a tad disobedient and hasn't spoken in a while…" Kagura explained.
Izayoi shot daggers at her. "He's not disobedient, he's shy."
"To his own mother?"
"No. To the person that sent him to this God-forsaken place," she finished quietly with tears pricking at her eyes.
At that, Inuyasha finally looked up. He said nothing, but he finally looked at her. It would've made her happy…if he hadn't looked at her with pain, torture, and betrayal. Izayoi flinched; she had caused that look. She walked over defeated before crouching in front of him. "Baby, I-"
"So what? I'm your 'baby' now?" he asked with quiet malice. Kagura gasped. He truly hadn't spoken a word for the past two months and she was surprised he'd say anything to the one he blamed for this whole mess.
"Inuyasha, you don't underst-"
"Understand what? That you didn't lock me up in here? Oh, how could I have mistaken you letting them take me away and not coming back for three months? Silly me, you're right, that does mean you care," he sneered.
"Inuyasha, it was for your own good."
The hanyou spat. "Is this for my own good!?" he yelled with angry tears spilling from his eyes as he lifted his bloody and bandaged hands.
"Oh my word," Izayoi rasped. "What on Earth happened to you!?" she nearly yelled grabbing his left hand gently.
He ripped his hand from her grip as more tears, this time of pain, fell from his eyes. "It's them! They did this to me!" he cried as tears washed his face. "And it's all your fault! I hate y-!" his mother's embrace muffled his last sentence. He cried desperately into her as she held him close.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she whispered in a cracking voice. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Inuyasha's voice was shaky and barely understandable between the hiccups and sobs. He looked at her with watery and bloodshot eyes. He nodded his head slowly before falling into tears once again. "I'll try…" he sobbed into her shoulder.
"You will? You promise?"
Inuyasha nodded slowly, hesitantly.
"Good, because I don't want to lose my son," Izayoi realized she shouldn't have said that when she felt his form go rigid.
"Well then maybe you shoulda showed it instead of condemning me," he retorted as he wiggled from her grip.
"Come on now, so they had to clip your claws, it's not that big a de-"
"You think that's it!? Do you know all the things they did to me!? How often they did it!? How much it hurt!?" Inuyasha stood with fresh tears of agony and betrayal in his eyes. "No! Of course not! How could you ever understand unless you were a demon damned to this hellish place!?"
Nurses filtered in and started pulling him away. His eyes shot wide open at the realization of what he just said. Oh no! What if she won't come back again!? his panicked mind thought. And right before Izayoi was locked out, she heard her little boy whimpered: "I'm sorry, please don't go."
Izayoi spun around to glare at Kagura. "What the hell! Why would you do that!?"
"He was starting to become a threat,"
"Oh pah-lease! He's six!"
"He's also supernatural!"
"I don't give a shit! I want my son back!"
"He's right in the middle of his correction, if he leaves now, the results could be most unsatisfying."
Izayoi thought for a moment. He needs this, she continued saying in her head over and over. "But what he said…"
"Embellishing as children do, I'm sure,"
"…Keep him, but I get to visit whenever I please."
"Mrs. Hon-"
"No. I visit, or I sue your ass."
Kagura barked a laugh. "For what!?"
"For kidnapping," Izayoi answered triumphantly.
"You signed an agreement."
"Yes, but as his mother, I have the right to take him out if I want to."
Kagura's smile turned humorless. "Very well then," she started sweetly. "When would you next like to see him?"
"Now."
The crying hanyou looked up to see the door opening and his mom walking in. "Mama!" he shouted and ran to her. "I'm so sorry! I forgive you!" he sobbed into her as she once again held him close. "I didn't mean it..." he whispered/sobbed.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, I know, I know," Izayoi cooed as Inuyasha settled down to hiccups. When he calmed down even more, she ruffled his short hair and sat down with him on the floor.
"Where's daddy?" he asked, rolling the long unused word around his mouth.
"He's at work right now, but he should be home soon. When he does get off the clock, I'll call him down, how about that?" she asked happily watching her son pull his lips into a small smile.
"Sounds good."
***
Brrrring! Brrrring! Brrrri-
"Hello?"
…
"Oh, hey Izzy," Inunotaisho greeted.
…
"Yup, just got through the door."
…
The youkai dropped the phone with his mouth agape before scrambling to pick it back up. "Really?"
…
"Alright, I'll be right there," he concluded before hanging up the phone and racing off to the rehabilitation center.
A nurse looked up from her paperwork. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes," the youkai nodded. "I'm here to see my son,"
"Name?"
"Inunotaisho Hongoroshi,"
"I meant the child's name," the nurse explained in an annoyed tone after looking through her files for the name he gave her.
"…Oh, um, Inuyasha Hongoroshi," he corrected and waited impatiently as she shuffled through her files. "Come on, hurry the fuck up!" he snapped, tapping his fingers on her desk.
"Please sir, I'm trying," the nurse tried.
"Oh whatever! How many six-year-olds have that name!? Just use your fucking brai-!"
"Found it!" the nurse exclaimed in a "Eureka!" sort of way. "Right this way."
Inunotaisho rolled his eyes. "About fucking time, damn. They call you a nurse? Pfft, I bet you faint at the sight of blood."
The nurse, with an extremely fake smile, opened a door. "Right through there, sir," she stated before getting the hell out of there.
Inunotaisho watched his son look up. "Daddy?"
"Hey there squirt," he answered thickly and opened his arms for his son. They hugged for a moment before Inunotaisho ruffled his hair. "Well, this is a new look…"
"Yeah…I wasn't in regulation…"
"That's bullshit!"
"TaiTai…" Izayoi warned.
"I mean…uh, 'that's bull-doo!'"
"That's better," she started as both her son and her husband rolled their eyes and snorted. "Now then, how was work?"
"Okay, I suppose, and how's my son?"
"Okay, I suppose," Inuyasha answered in a way that imitated his father perfectly as Izayoi tried to suppress a giggle.
***
Inuyasha for the first time in a long time was smiling and actually enjoying his life. His parents were just as he remembered (though it wasn't that long ago he had to remember), but he still couldn't shake the feeling he should be mad at his mother. He felt bad because he already told her he forgave, and he didn't want to say otherwise because he was afraid she'd leave again. He spent most of the time talking more to his dad. He didn't blame his dad, after all, he wasn't even home. He wanted everything to be okay with his mom, but he still felt betrayed. No matter how he felt, though, he put it behind him for now; he was just enjoying them being there at all.
Whenever they asked him how things were there, he was very vague. He could feel the nurses watching, especially Kagura. He didn't know what to say, so he just said that he was getting better and that things weren't too bad. He felt his dad understood a little more than his mother, because after all, he knew what hurt demons; whereas his mom was a human…she didn't get it. He could feel it already. There was a rift forming between the once great relationship he had with his mother. Fortunately, she seemed oblivious, which hurt him, but spared her feelings, and that was all he cared about. He'd be able to forgive her, eventually…
Visiting hours had to be over sometime, he knew they would, but he was so scared about what the nurses would do to him. "Do you hafta go?" Inuyasha asked in plead.
"Sorry, but we do," Izayoi told her pouting son in a pouting voice herself.
"Are ya sure?"
"It's 'you,' not 'ya,' and yes," she responded in a sorry tone this time. And so they left…
Surprisingly, though, the nurses did nothing more than strap him down to his chair. He was expecting more, but the fact that there wasn't gave him hope. That means they're probably coming back too soon to not notice the bruises!
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Journal Entry #1,092:
Mom and dad visit so much now, it's great! Not only is it good because I get to see them, but also because they don't hurt me as much now that my parents come back almost every day! There used to be this time where I was all alone and I had no one visiting me. I got hurt so many times then, but that's all behind me. After all, it was three years ago. Maybe if I'm good, I won't be here forever…
**Okay, so I wrote most of this one in a notebook during school, and yes, I realize I should've been paying attention, but oh well, the damage is already done. So check out my other stories is you haven't already, and I should be getting back to "Childhood Remix" at some point… I try to make regular updates, but clearly, 'tis not meant to be. Oh well, please leave a comment, and tell me what you think. However, please, no flames, they will be erased anyway, so it's not like there is any point. Constructive criticism only. Thank you and I'll try to update soon. TTFN ^.^