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Finding Kagome	By : MetsukiKaraTen Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 8806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DISCLAIMER:: I don't own 'em, damnit. What I do own is
an overactive imagination... go figure...

A/N:: Thank you for the reviews, I read every one and
you guys are great!! Special thanks to Sacred_Shaz who has been my
constant personal inspiration to continue.

FINDING KAGOME

Chapter Twelve

Michael peeled into the driveway, honking the horn
repeatedly, to pull attention to their arrival that much faster.
Kagome had him scared, and he was not afraid to admit it. He saw a
small group appear on the porch of the main house, as he slammed on
the brakes. Jumping out of the car he began shouting.

“Ouna-sama!! Kagome... Somethings wrong!”
He ran around to the passenger side door, opening it as her mother
rushed worriedly down the steps, followed by her gardener and
handyman.

“What happened Michael?” she began
questioning before she reached the car. She could see Kagome curled
into as close to a ball as one could get while sitting in a bucket
seat. Taki and Bo at her heels, she motioned for Bo, the strongest of
the pair, to pick Kagome up. “Into the massage room, hurry...”
she ordered. “Tell me on the way in,” she said to Michael
taking his arm.

“She's in pain, that's all I know...” he
reported as they rushed into the house, “She nearly ran us off
the road, and she said it was Demons that that were causing it!”

“You encountered Youkai?? Where??” she
demanded.

“Back on the highway, there was a limousine, we
barely missed it when she lost control of the wheel,” Michael
looked at Ouna frantically. “What is causing her so much
pain??”

They entered a room that Ouna Higurashi devoted to her
massage therapy clientèle, and she rushed to the table where
Bo had laid Kagome carefully down, shooing both he and Taki out the
door. Michael grabbed a small pillow from an over sized chair in the
corner of the room, and brought it to Ouna who then placed it under
Kagome's head, gently kissing her forehead as she moaned.

“Momma... make it stop, please??” she
pleaded. She turned on her side and curled into a fetal position.

“This is more than Youkai, Michael... go into the
kitchen, make yourself something to eat... I need to examine her,”
Ouna ordered. At his hesitation, she made a sweeping away motion,
“Go! I will be there shortly...” and he acquiesced,
reluctantly.

Returning to her daughter, she placed a palm on her
forehead checking for fever.

“You didn't tell me it would hurt this much,
Momma,” Kagome panted slightly.

“It shouldn't, something else is going on, little
one... roll over... on your back,” urged her mother, in full
healer mode. Kagome obeyed, wincing with the pain on her left side.
It was much more distinct now, more specific in location. “Describe
the pain, what does it feel like... really think now...” urged
her mother. She thought back over the last two days.

“It burns and sometimes it just pulls at me, you
know? And other times it just feels like a knot is there,” she
described.

“I want you to show me exactly where it hurts,
little one,” and Ouna watched, fearing it was appendicitis. She
breathed a sigh of relief when Kagome put a cupped hand over an area
of her lower left abdomen. “When was your last moon?”
she asked. Kagome looked up at her incredulously.

“My period, Momma...” she corrected,
rolling her eyes. “I had my period last week.” Her mother
could be so silly with her archaic terms for things, sometimes.

“Ok, good... now I am going to have a look-see.
Unzip those britches... that's it...Try not to move, I will try not
to make it hurt any more...” and she closed her eyes, calling
on her innate energies, rubbing her hands together to warm them.
Placing three fingers onto the area that she had been directed to,
she gently massaged it, going deeper very slowly, feeling
temperature changes and envisioning in her minds eye the body's
structure in that region.

Kagome gasped, as she felt her mother's fingers reach a
knot deep under her skin. It was not painful, as she felt it seem to
move around at the touch, which was uncomfortable, though not
painful, really. The fact that it was there at all was the
frightening part. It didn't belong there. She had never noticed it
before, and thoughts of cancer entered her mind. She tilted up her
head to look at her mother's hands prodding her abdomen, to see a
familiar light pink aura emanating from them.

“Momma... what do you think it is??”

Ouna Higurashi had been trained in both ancient and
modern techniques, and had earned a reputation for being a good
diagnostician. She had kept her practice to alternative therapies
and stress reduction techniques, because to further her education to
become a licensed physician would have taken too much time away from
her daughter. Still, she was very adept at preliminary diagnosis,
always cautious to refer her clients to a doctor for more in depth
testing. This was going to be one of those cases.

“It's moving freely... feel that??” And
she again pressed lightly. Kagome's quick intake of breath told her
that she had felt it, as she waggled her fingers. “I can
practically spin it around... It's not a tumor, and it's not an
ovary... your appendix is on the other side... So” and she
pulled her hand away, to look into the wide eyes of her daughter.
“Your guess is as good as mine, little one.” She motioned
for Kagome to redo her pants. “Does it still hurt as badly?”

Kagome finished buttoning, then took a deep breath and
started to sit up. Wincing she pushed herself all the way up to a
sitting position with her feet dangling off of the table.

“Weird, it's just tender now... not nearly as
bad.” She tugged at the band of her jeans. “These aren't
helping, I brought a skirt... I think I will put that on instead.”

“Good thinking... meanwhile I am going to call
Feldman and see if we can get a scan done today. From there we can
decide what to do,” and her mother raised an eyebrow at her.
“Whatever it is, it will most likely have to come out,”
and she frowned.

“Kami,
momma!! I don't have time to mess around with some operation!”
Kagome gasped. She had never had any serious injury, no medical
procedure more serious than splinter removal , she didn't like the
idea of someone cutting her. Even if it was for
her own good.

“Go change, I will tell Michael that you are OK,
and call the good doctor,” she smiled. “It's going to be
OK, Kagome. You are strong like your namesake, everything is going
to be fine.” She left the room to go seek Michael and get him
calmed down, she never realized how excitable he was.

He was right where she had directed him, in the kitchen
leaning back against the counter with a bottle of herbal tea in one
hand and a sandwich in the other. He didn't appear to be as
overwrought as she had expected. Inwardly she sighed in relief as she
entered the kitchen.

“Higurashi-Sama,” he greeted her, mouth
full, bending slightly at the waist.

“Good grief,” Ouna rolled her eyes at the
formality with a mouthful of food. ”She's fine, I'm calling
Feldman for a consultation.”

“Wait...” Michael nearly choked on his
food. “Isn't he the oncologist???”

“Relax, Mikey,” she put her hand on his
shoulder and led him to a seat at the kitchen table.”You should
sit when you eat... I'm just wanting him to confirm what I suspect
is all.”

“You
suspect Kagome has cancer??”
Ouna began to rethink her assumption about him not being too
excitable.

“No...no, no, no. It's something else. He has
access to the equipment I need... for a more accurate diagnosis,”
she smiled, though there was still a hint of worry on her face.
“She's changing to something more comfortable, I'll be right
back.” And she left the room, as Michael set down the sandwich,
not really feeling hungry anymore.

He thought over the events of the morning. How cranky
Kagome had been, and how he had teased her about her sexy dream, now
he wished he could take it back. Perhaps he should introduce her to
that buddy of his from the engineering department at Berkley. The
guy was from a good family, and close to Kagome's age. It would do
her good to have someone, to make their team a foursome. Granted,
Hojo was a little stiff at times, but Michael was certain that he
could get him to loosen up with a little effort. Anything to make
Kagome happy. She was the sweetest girl he had ever known, and
instead of shunning him for his wicked tendencies, she had shown
acceptance, laughing off all of his advances without actually
rejecting him. That took talent, and an amazing amount of class.

It was Kagome that had introduced him to Sally, and oh,
what a gift that had been. His beautiful Selene Rodriguez, elder
sister to a former student of Kagome's class, who had needed
counseling due to a traumatic experience.

The two women had quickly become the best of friends,
and one day Kagome had invited Michael along, for an excursion to
Pier 49. He remembered the day fondly, touching his cheek where the
young peace officer had slapped him several times. A year later he
had proposed to her and miraculously, she had accepted, making him
the happiest man on the planet. If only he could help Kagome find
that kind of happiness...

“Mikey,” Ouna called, interrupting his
reverie, as she walked into the room. “Can you drive us to the
hospital?”

“Hospital??” He jumped, bumping the table,
knocking over the bottle of herbal tea, which he recovered so quickly
only a small drop was spilled.

“Nice catch,” she complemented him, with a
hint of wonder in her voice. “The imaging equipment we need is
there, Feldman has called in an order for Kagome, but we have to go
right now.” and she nodded toward the door as Kagome came into
the room in a gauzy calf length skirt.

Michael smiled at her, and resisted saying anything
suggestive, though it was difficult for him. The skirt was very thin,
and he could see the outline of her legs through it, which he admired
for just a fraction of a second longer than he should have.

“NOT a word, Mikey-kun,” warned Kagome, as
a blush brushed high on her cheeks. She looked at her mother and
smiled sweetly as she took her arm, giving the lecherous psychologist
a warning glare.

He raised his hands defensively. “My dear Kagome,
did I say anything??”

~o0o~

The MRI took about 45 minutes, and Kagome tried to
sleep through most of it, which proved difficult with the whirring
and knocking of the device as it scanned her body. The good part was
the chills had finally stopped completely, and the looser clothing
had remedied the worst part of the pain. Now she was just feeling
warn out, truly feeling her lack of good sleep the night before.

The three of them waited afterward in the hospital
cafeteria, sipping on bad tea while the good doctor evaluated the
findings as a favor to Ouna, who had been instrumental in some of his
most successful cases.

“Well, I for one am glad we came when we did,
Kagome. The timing was just right. It would have been horrible if you
had been alone when all this happened.” Michael reached for the
small pitcher of hot water, and added another tea bag to it, hoping
that would improve the flavor.

“We still have time, and neither of you have
school this next week... am I right?” Ouna asked, glancing at
Michael, who nodded, as he poured more into his cup.

“I was supposed to put in some time at the crisis
center, but that's not imperative,” he responded.

“Well, good then! It's settled. You will both
stay beyond the weekend. Perhaps Selene could drive up later?”
she inquired.

“I'll call her in a bit, and see... with the
promotion it's a little harder for her to get away. There's been a
lot more activity for her department recently.”

“You must be so proud of her, Mikey.”

He nodded, beaming.

“Kagome...” he paused, formulating his
approach to this delicate topic. “I have a friend, that I would
really like for you to meet sometime...”

“Oh! No you don't!” She waved her hand,
warding off the coming proposition, “No matchmaking, Mikey.”
She shook her head vehemently, as her mother watched on with
amusement.

“But Kagome... He's a very nice guy! An
engineer...” then turning to her mother for help, ”He's
completing his masters at Berkley, and comes from a great family who
also have roots in the Tokyo area...”

“You're barking up the wrong tree, Mikey.”
She countered him, “If Kagome doesn't want to meet him, then
there isn't anything that I can do.” And she raised her hands
up.

“Someday,
my prince will come... and he won't be
an engineer!” announced Kagome.

“Maybe I shouldn't have let her see all those old
Disney films when she was little,” Ouna commented winking at
Michael, then glancing across the table at her daughter who sat with
arms folded in stubborn refusal. “There aren't too many princes
left out there, little one...”

“Sally thinks she's waiting for the Dog-Boy to
show up,” Michael laughed as Kagome glared at him menacingly.

“Now THAT would be something... The way the
legend goes...” Ouna looked up from the group as she heard her
name.

“Ouna! It's good to see you!” Dr. Feldman
approached the table where the three sat, weaving around the other
deserted tables. “Kagome! How is school?”

“Ah, there you are Horace,” and Ouna rose
up to hug the doctor, which Michael found fascinating, for some
reason.

“We
need to talk...” he whispered in her ear. “Now.”
And he pulled her by the hand away from the others, “excuse us
a moment, we will be right back.” Then as an afterthought as
they were nearly out of the room, “That tea is terrible, you
kids find something else, and put it on my tab.”

“Tab?” echoed Michael.

“That was weird,” observed Kagome.

“Have they got a thing... you know...”
suggested Michael.

“I don't think so... Momma never said anything,”
she looked thoughtful.

“Your mother is a beautiful woman, Kagome... It
wouldn't be surprising for her to be involved with someone.”
Michael rose to go see what other choices they had beyond the bad
tea.

“But
she's my mom! I never
really thought of her as having a... love life. She never seemed to
care much about men, other than as clients at the retreat.” She
sat back in her chair, pondering as Michael went the counter.

“Hey, they have some bottled herb teas!” He
shouted. “Want one?”

“Yeah, OK... sure...” and she wondered how
long they would have to wait, and why.

~o0o~

“Ouna,
you have to see this, I have seen some pretty strange stuff in my
day, but this takes the cake...” the doctor was pulling her
quickly through the hallways of the small hospital, toward an image
viewing room. “ It's not an immediate danger, at least it
doesn't seem to be, but I think we should take care of it right away.
There is a strange iridescent quality
to it.”

“Slow down Horace! Wait!!” She stopped just
short of the doorway to his destination. “What are you
saying??”

“Just come in here...” and he pulled her
through the doorway into the room, where a series of films were
hanging on screens. There were 10 in all, and he pointed to the
first on the left side. “Look, here... and here...”
pointing to a second one.

Ouna drew close to inspect the images. They showed at
varying degrees a spherical object, positioned exactly between the
skin and muscle, within the fatty tissue.

“Well no wonder she hurt so badly... she said it
burned, look at the tissue damage here,” and she pointed out
bruising on the muscle, and separation of the fatty tissue. “When
is the soonest that you could operate? She has vacation right now...”

“Then let's do it, no time like the present,”
he agreed. “I have the afternoon free, we could do it today, if
she's agreeable.”

“I will go talk to her, do you have an
anesthesiologist on duty?” Ouna thought for a moment, “It's
too deep for a local, don't you think?

“Depends on the patient, you know your daughter
and how she responds to trauma,” he responded. “This is
not going to be that invasive, but some people don't handle it well.”

“Give me a few minutes to talk to her,” she
nodded, as he pulled down the films, and headed out the door back to
the cafeteria.

~o0o~

Ouna returned to the cafeteria to find Michael and
Kagome looking very bored, still at the table, but with a couple of
bottled teas instead of the bagged variety, and several origami swans
and frogs, folded from napkins. This made her smile, as she joined
them.

“I have good news,” she reported. This got
their full attention as they both sat forward. “It is not a
tumor, and it is easily removed. Horace says we can do it right now,
if you are agreeable to it, little one.”

“An... operation?” a hint of panic crossed
Kagome's features.

“Yes, but one that can be done outpatient, so you
come home with me right afterwards. There are a couple of options,
actually. You can go to sleep, and when you wake up it will be gone.
Or you can stay awake, but the feeling from your waste down will be
gone for a time. That's the kind of anesthesia that is used for
C-sections.” Ouna watched her daughter's reaction. “Either
way you will heal quickly, because... and this is the best part...
it's just below the skin, so no muscle tissue will be involved.”

“Momma...” Kagome's eyes were wide, “What
if I don't like either one of those options?”

“Certainly you don't want to just leave things as
they are?” asked her mother.

“If it is so close to the skin, why can't I just
get a local? Just numb the skin...”she considered the options.
“I really don't want to be drugged up, Momma. And I hate the
idea of losing the feeling in my legs.”

Ouna
smiled inwardly. That's the Kagome I know. Tough it out.

“If
that is what you really want to do, I am sure Horace will agree to
it. We need to go to admissions and sign some forms.” Kagome
nodded and they rose to go.

“Hey, what about me?” Asked Michael.

“Well, you can wait here and make us some more
swans, or you can wait with me... ” Ouna grinned at him and
then she winked, as he opted for the latter.

~oo00O00oo~
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