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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phase 15
I’m Not Ok
Thursday 13, April 2001

With a start, you awaken and stare blankly at the off-white ceiling above you. You just had a terrible dream, but you can’t remember what happened no matter how much you think about it. Immediately, your dream is pushed to the back of your mind when your memories of last night surface. The peach man slicing and ripping your clothes away, Inuyasha lying in a bed of shattered glass, the vines, the disgusting pit, Katsuro getting shot, Ms. Sango’s- no, “Yura’s” hair, Inuyasha bleeding…

Yura steps back and points the gun at you, smiling. “Tell the peach idiot I said hello.”

“___!” Inuyasha shouts.

You shudder. Didn’t you get… Shot? You heard the gun, so why were you still…? Your body aches and hurts in some places, and you have a dull headache, but shouldn’t it feel a lot worst? Maybe you weren’t shot…

You glance around the room, and take note of your surroundings. This isn’t a hospital room, or a hotel room. It’s more like a bedroom, though scarce on furniture with the bed and a chair being the only furniture in the room. You push the blanket away, begin to sit up and then notice that your clothes have been changed.

You curiously look down at the plain white yukata you’re wearing as you slide out of bed and place your feet on the hard wooden floor. Though your body protests, aches and stings in some areas, you move to stand, and then the third door in the room (the exit /entrance, maybe?) opens.

“Inuyasha..” You look to the half demon surprised and relieved. Despite appearing completely healthy in his half demon state, he’s still wearing the same worn and ripped clothes from yesterday.

“You’re finally awake…” He pauses to sigh in relief and shut the door behind him. “Get back in bed.” He moves forward and gently assists you back to bed.

“But I feel fine.” You say, sitting down onto the soft sheets, but refusing to slide back under them.

“You don’t look fine.” He says firmly, but looks down to your lap. “And after yesterday..”

You follow his gaze down to your lap. “...Inuyasha, what happened yesterday? You know why it all happened, don’t you?”

“…Don’t worry about what happened.”

“What?” You look up, surprised and irritated by his answer. “Why?”

Inuyasha kneels down and takes your hands into his callous ones. He meets your gaze earnestly this time. “Just rest… From what’s happened yesterday, just rest, for now.”

You glance away and nod slightly after hearing the firm and slightly pleading tone in his voice.

“Are you hungry?” He stands and turns to the door. “There’s food downstairs, I’ll bring some up. Stay here.”

“Wait, I can eat later, but right now I’d rather shower, I guess.” You say, glancing back down at the yukata you’re dressed in.

Inuyasha walks pass the bed to the door in the corner of the room. “The bathroom.”

You look inside curiously, “It looks a little bigger than our bathroom at home, doesn’t it?” You walk inside, and pause before the sink to look at your reflection in the mirror.

You frown slightly and push a lock of your hair back behind your ear. Inuyasha was right, you look as bad as you feel. Though the mark that Ms. Sango/Yura gave you from that strange device is gone, your other cheek is bruised with a few small scratches scattered around your face. You peel away the bandage at the upper corner of your forehead. Underneath the bandage is an open cut that will most likely leave a mark once it’s fully healed. You wince when the cut begins pooling with blood again. Tugging away the bandage pulled and removed a bit of the scab.

You press the bandage back onto your forehead and turn back to Inuyasha who’s been standing in the doorway watching you silently. You smile and begin untying the yukata sash.

“Who does this yukata belong to?”

Inuyasha glances away and scratches behind his ear. “The owner of this place.”

You fold and neatly set the yukata sash on the edge of the sink. “What about you? You look pretty beat up. Did everything heal properly?”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy,” he steps out of the doorway and begins closing the door. “I’ll be back.”

“Ok.”

You push aside the shower curtain, push up the yukata sleeve, and turn on the shower water. After adjusting the temperature, you take off the yukata, fold, and set it beside its sash. You carefully peel away the bandages on your upper arms where Yura’s hair had cut through your clothes and skin. From the middle of your chest down to your navel, a thin, red, vertical cut is.

The memory of the peach man ripping through your shirt in the basement along with the image of the vines entangling and yanking him down into the pit, surfaces. You attempt to suppress the memories as you step into the shower, but they only keep coming.

You lean against the wall, and cup your face in your hands, trembling despite of the warm water. Inuyasha lying on the ground, bloody and covered in glass, stands out, as if engraved in your mind. All over again, you can feel the fear and powerlessness you felt when you saw Ms. Sango/Yura strangling and hurting him with her hair… And then you saw the gun she dropped.

You lower your hands from your face feeling horrified. What if it didn’t miss? You would have shot someone, and it could have hit Inuyasha by accident!

You sink to the bottom of the tub and draw your knees up to your chest. This all seemed like a very realistic nightmare that you would eventually wake up from and hopefully forget later. It could be. To have something so chaotic interrupting the normal and happy life you were having with your husband could only be the work of your imagination and subconscious. But if that was the case, then why weren’t you awake yet? And why was the water so cold all of a sudden?

You reach out through the spray of water and adjust the hot and cold-water knobs. Soon, Inuyasha will explain everything and the normal will come back. Everything will be alright, he said so himself, and you know you can trust him.
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After drying off, you wrap the towel around you securely and step out of the bathroom while gently squeezing the water from your hair with another. Yura’s soft touches in the hotel room come to mind, but you quickly push it aside.

Inuyasha sits at the chair beside the bed, rummaging through a first aid kit. “Come here.”

“Oh, you must be my nurse.” You smile and sit before him on the bed.

You frown when, in what must be retaliation, he retrieves a bottle of disinfectant from the box and sprays the cuts on your arms. You refuse to react from the burn, and bite the inside of your cheek instead. He applies bandages to your arms afterwards.

He gently pushes your damp hair from your face to see the cut on your forehead better. “Is there anywhere else...?”

“Uh, no.” You glance down at his tattered, black t-shirt as he pats the skin around the cut dry with a towel.

It seems as if sometime during the night, he must have encountered a samurai who slashed his shirt open. Along with slash across his chest, smaller rips and tears are everywhere. The only thing missing is the oozing of blood, which he was doing a lot of last night.

Inuyasha presses the bandage onto your forehead and then leans back to inspect his work. He then looks down to your bruised cheek and brings his hand up to touch it. You lean into his touch when he runs his thumb over your cheek softly.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really. Just sore and hurts a little when you put pressure on it.”

“Sorry.” He begins to withdraw his hand, but you hold his hand there instead.

“It’s ok, this doesn’t hurt.” You smile, enjoying the feel of his hand against your cheek. “…Inuyasha?”

He leans forwards, probably to kiss you, rubbing your cheek again softly. “Yeah?”

“Are there any other clothes you can change into, too? …Because you kinda smell, and there are bloodstains on your pants..”

“…”
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From the room you were sleeping in, you follow Inuyasha down the hall to the wooden stairwell. Other than the plain, white one, you were given another yukata to wear, which is decorated and much more colorful. Inuyasha, after showering, changed into a yukata, also provided by the owner. Together, you both look ready to attend a festival and watch fireworks.

You reach the base of the creaky staircase and enter what seems to be the living room. From the couch, in the middle of the room an unexpectedly familiar face stands and greets you.

“Seeing Ms. ___ in a yukata makes it feel like summer has already come.”

“Miroku?” You look to Miroku surprised as you and Inuyasha approach the couch.

“Now that everyone’s here,” you turn your attention to an unfamiliar female stepping out of the next room. She pats the papers in her hands neatly. “Please take a seat and I’ll explain the situation.”

Miroku looks over her form, which is dressed in skinny jeans and a low cut shirt. “The casual look suits you better than uniform, Ms. Sango.”

She looks at Miroku sharply. “Take a seat and I’ll explain the situation.”

“Oh, scary..” Miroku mutters, appearing a little amused as he takes a seat on the couch.

While curiously glancing back and forth between the two, you take a seat on the couch along with Inuyasha.

“As you all may know by now, I’m the real Sango. While I was returning from my last mission, I had a run in with a fugitive who collaborated with Misao Nakano a.k.a. “Yura, the Hair Mistress” and the deceased Heijiro Takashima a.k.a. “The Peach Man.” That’s why we’re only meeting until now.” Sango says, glancing down at her papers every now and then, between looking back and forth from Miroku to Inuyasha with hard eyes.

“And from now on, unless the situation restricts this, as your captain, and having more experience than the both of you put together, I will only be addressed as ‘Captain,’” Sango announces, looking pointedly at Miroku, ”and I will expect respect from both of you, which you will only earn from me based on how well you work on missions.”

After sternly glaring at both men shortly, Sango nods, as if seeming a little satisfied. “You’re dismissed. Return to this room at 0600 hours.” She commands and waves them away, before gesturing to you. “You stay.”

She glares fiercely at Inuyasha when he hesitates, but with a backwards glance to you, he and Miroku exit the room to the same Sango entered from. At their departure, Sango’s expression softens when she looks at you again.

“You must be Ms. ___, right? I’m Sango, nice to meet you.” She says and smiles politely.

“Um, yeah, nice to meet you, too.” You reply feeling slightly nervous. Will this Sango harass you, too?

“How are you feeling?” Sango asks.

“Fine, it could be worst, I guess.”

“It could have been.” She says, as her expression turns more serious. “I wasn’t there to know what exactly happened, but when you and those two morons came in last night, or perhaps earlier this morning, you were covered in blood…”

“…Really?” You lower your gaze, waiting for her words to sink in.

“Yes, but fortunately, none of that blood was yours, which would have been fatal if it was. Your husband must have put a lot of effort into protecting you.” She pauses as if thinking over her words. “Which I find slightly respectable, otherwise..”

Sango sits down on the couch beside you wearily. “It must be quite tiresome having such a stupid husband?”

You attempt to laugh, but it only comes out weak and a little strangled.

“I thought so. You’re not involved, and will not be involved in any more of our work, but I thought you deserved to know that much.” Sango explains. “Misao Nakano, Heijiro Takashima and others like them won’t ever bother you again as long as you’re here.”

“And here is?”

“A safe house, in Hokkaido, funded by our organization for people like you who has become involved in our case.” She says, stands up, walks over to a door on the side of the staircase, and knocks. “Mr. Totosai, can you come up here for a second?”

After knocking for a little while longer, and no receiving response, she gives up and turns back to you. “Mr. Totosai will be your landlord; I’m sure he’ll come up and meet you sooner or later. He’s trustworthy and has been working for our organizations for decades.”

You nod uncertainly and look down to your lap.

Sango approaches the couch, and stands before you. “Everything’s going to be fine, and you’re going to be safe here, Ms. ___. I’ll make sure of that.”

“.. Thank you, Ms. Sango.”

She smiles and nods. “It’s my job, and since this will be my team’s base, and I’ll most likely be staying here several times every month, we’ll see each other a lot. So, maybe we can even be friends?”

You look up to the other woman and smile slightly. “Ah, sure.” You glance away, suddenly remembering someone. “Um, how is Katsuro doing?”

“Katsuro? Katsuro Ueda?” She asks, and continues when you nod. “He’s... Recovering in Tokyo. He was also going to be a member in my team, but based on his recovery, he may or may not be joining us here.”

“Oh, so he’s going to be ok?” You ask feeling a little relieved.

“Yes, with lots of rest, medication, and following his doctor’s advice.”

“I’m glad.” You smile, and look back down at your lap. “He said something like “the bullet only grazed my lung” last night.”

“…Did he?” Sango turns away, towards the door Inuyasha and Miroku exited through.

You look back to her nervously. “What? Did he really get shot in the lungs?”

“…No, of course not. How do you like your tea, Ms. ___?”

“…Um..”
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“Are you ok?” Inuyasha asks, after a short while of watching you stare at the wall blankly.

You blink and smile at him slightly. “I’m fine.”

“Ah..” He looks at you doubtfully, but walks into the bathroom anyway.

You settle down more comfortably onto your new bed and go back over the new information you received today.

The real Sango seems to be a lot nicer than the fake one, Yura, or Misao Nakano, the prison escapee. Miroku, of course is Miroku, and the reason why he here to is because he is also a policeman, or agent. You had no idea, though you weren’t sure of what Miroku did for a living before now anyway. Katsuro is going to be ok, and you might possibly see for sure in the future. Inuyasha… Isn’t dead.

This situation isn’t the normal you were hoping for after everything was explained, and you still don’t know why it had to happen to you, too. However, as Sango and Inuyasha said, everything will be ok… And no one died, except one of your kidnappers, so everything is ok.

But how long was their version of alright going to last? When are you and Inuyasha going to return to your apartment? By what Sango was implying, it seems that this whole situation could take a while… If that is so, were you just going to be here until then? Would you be able to contact your family and friends until then? And you had left everything you own at home at your apartment in Tokyo. And was it Hokkaido that she said you were in right now?

You stand, and walk away from the bed to the bathroom door as tears begin to pool and drip from your eyes. You push open the door to reveal Inuyasha in the middle of taking off, (or was it putting back?) on his yukata.

He turns to you, looking a little surprised as you step into the bathroom, wiping away your tears. “___...?”

You look up at him, and gasp softly, while wiping a tear from your sore, bruised cheek. “This is terrible!”

Inuyasha looks down to the floor solemnly. “…I know… ___, I’m..”

“What?” You lean your head against his chest and sniffle. “Pan’s alone at home! Why wasn’t he brought here, too? It’s been a couple days; he’ll probably starve and think that I’ve abandoned him!”

“Pan?” He looks to you confused, and says slowly. “___, he’s a cat.. He’ll be ok.”

“No, he won’t! He’s only a kitten!” You deny as more tears overflow from your eyes.

Inuyasha brings his hands up to your shoulders, and rubs them in attempt at being comforting. “There’s plenty of people there who’ll take care of him. He’ll be fine.”

“You can’t know for sure.” You say, feeling yourself calm down. You quickly wipe away the oncoming tears.

“Trust me.” He says, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you against him.
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See, it’s not over! So far, it’s barely even begun. And the real Sango has finally appeared. I actually set myself a deadline for this chapter, which was for the 22nd of this month, yesterday. I’m surprised that it’s only a day late this time, maybe I’m getting better at this?
Anyhow, the two-shot I posted to make up for the lack of InuXYou is up, and it turns out that this one chapter has just as much InuXYou as the whole two-shot does. And if you’re confused after this chapter, and think that I may have missed something, then feel free to ask questions, or point that out in a review.
Thanks for reading and reviewing.
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