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The Special Forces
By SFP
DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. YuYu Hakusho belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi.
CH.2
Speculation and worry were the fillings that hit Kagome first, then she heard the murmur of quite voices. Her arm stiffening even more on the mans head was the only indication of her discomfort. God what she wouldn’t give to go back to the way things were, when she knew what was happening, or at least thought she knew. However, that was the problem wasn’t it, that’s what landed her in this mess to begin with, she hadn’t known and had almost been killed because of it, she could still be killed if this turned out bad.
The door opened and in stepped a man with long silver hair and dog-ears ‘He must be a demon’ was the thought that flittered threw Kagomes head. She also noted that he hadn’t closed the door yet, something that could be a potential advantage for her later if she needed it, but she wouldn’t count on it. Kagome could feel at least five other people in the immediate area, besides the two men she could see presently. And from the feel of it, they were behind the man with silver hair, waiting to get into the room.
To say that Inuyasha was surprised would be an understatement, but that didn’t stop him from reacting as he was trained too. He stepped to the left while drawing his sidearm, pointing it at the person holding his friend and comrade hostage. The only clear shot he had though was an elbow shot, even with Miroku being on his knees, the person was still short enough to use his friend as a shield, exposing only their arms and head. He still couldn’t see who the person was, them having a hat on blocking there face from view.
“Drop the weapon or I’ll shoot!” Inuyashas’ voice rang out loud and clear in the room, giving his comrades a warning at the same time as telling the intruder how it was going to be. The other members of his unit sprang into action; filling threw the door, heading to the right one at a time, weapons drawn.
Kagome really didn’t want to kill anyone, but she also wanted to stay alive if she could. Hopefully she could find Sango, then get the situation cleared up. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I’m looking for a person, the last I heard, she was here.”
The second person that entered the room, heading to the right, recognized the voice immediately. Her weapon lowered a fraction. “Ka . . . Kagome?”
Inuyashas’ eyes tightened again, ‘it’s a girl? She’s hurt and she took Miroku down in hand to hand?’
“Sango?” the woman’s name came out in a soft whisper, almost a relieved sigh, but Kagome would not get her hopes up yet. There was still the possibility that the other woman was a traitor. She would just have to find out, but that would be the easy part. Soon this would come to an end one way or another and then Kagome could get the rest she so desperately wanted. “Do you know what’s happened?”
Kagome had prepared herself to receive the feelings of the people in the room with her, the biggest responsive feeling she had picked up on so far had been surprise. If any of them knew of what happened, their feelings would give them away, it would most likely be an emotional blow to her if they did know and were in agreement with the traitors, she would need to focus in order to block the blow and act fast.
Nothing but confusion reached her. They didn’t know what she was talking about, yet.
“My team was sent just south of here, on a supposed training op.” Her voice held a definite snidness to it before it returned to her normal drawl. “We were sold out to an enemy.” The emotions that came to her now varied, there was still confusion, but there was also worry. These people knew nothing about what had happened, and for that, she was glad.
She lowered the knife from the mans neck slowly, released his head and then stepped back. “I meant no harm here. I am sorry for my actions against you and your team but . . . ” she took a deep, painful breath, then released it slowly before finishing what she was saying “I had nowhere else to go, and I had to be sure you wouldn’t hand me back over to those monsters.”
Miroku stood up slowly, rubbing the red mark where the knife had been placed to his neck. A tinge of bruising from where Kagome had struck him in the face could already be seen forming. He coughed, clearing his throat then moved over to stand with the rest of his team “Its ok, no real harm done.” Everyone else in the room lowered their weapons also. Kagome wished there had been no real harm done, but that wasn’t the case, there had been a lot of real harm done, just not by her. She ghosted her fingers over her face in the same spot she could feel bruising on Miroku, well maybe just a little, though he did strike her first.
Sango licked her lips nervously “You’re hurt. We should send in a rescue team while . . . ” she trailed off seeing the look Kagome was giving her, there was a sadness there that was horrifying to Sango. “What aren’t you telling us Kagome?” She already new the answer, but had to be sure anyway, gods she hoped she was wrong.
Kagomes throat constricted, making it even harder then it already was to breathe “I’m so sorry Sango . . . I’m the only one left.” There was no preparing herself for what came next. The onslaught of emotions from Sango alone was staggering, adding to that the others in the room and well, Kagome was in a world of upset.
Both women dropped their weapons and fell to their knees at the same time, shocking everyone present. However, while Sango let loose a mournful wail then started crying into her hands, Kagome grabbed her head with one hand and her chest with the other, and then pitched forward into a dead faint, the emotional overload on top of other injuries just too much for her to handle.
~*~
When Kagome woke up, she was groggier then she had ever felt before in her life. Her head throbbed and her stomach tightened, threatening to revolt. Thinking she was still in the antagonists’ camp, she jumped when she felt gentle hands on her back. She was just about to spring into action when a soft female voice interrupted her. “Your safe now, you don’t have to worry anymore. Please, just relax.” There was genuine worry for her in the voice and in the person’s feelings.
Kagome was lying on her stomach, but if she turned her head at an angle, she could see a small blue haired woman and a tall man with bright red hair. She wasn’t tied down or bound in any way so she could move freely, instead of moving though, she chose to remain, to see what would come of this. “Who are you two? And what are you doing to my back?”
The male answered her “my name is Kurama and this is Yukina, we didn’t really have the chance to meat properly earlier, we’re members in Sango’s team. As for your other question, you are injured and needed treatment as soon as possible.” Kagome looked at them, remembering earlier events now that they had been mentioned, that was not normal, she had never had memory problems before. Damn, why did she feel so groggy?
Her voice slurred slightly, “where is Sango?” Her vision unfocused for a second, going black, then coming back so sharply she had to close her eyes to keep out all the colored spots she was seeing. What was wrong with her?
“I had to sedate her. It was as if you too were connected somehow, the more upset she grew, the worse your condition became. You wouldn’t happen to know why, would you?” Kurama had some ideas as to why they would be connected in such a way, but he couldn’t be sure without some proof.
Kagome chose not to answer his question, instead asking another of her own. “Why do I feel like I’ve been drugged?”
Kurama wasn’t surprised when she didn’t answer his question, he hadn’t thought she would. He bowed his head somewhat, showing her he accepted her evasion of the inquiry, for now. “I injected a fairly strong painkiller into your bloodstream. That and blood loss would account for any sluggishness you feel.”
“Oh, that would explain it wouldn’t it?” her voice was slow in coming out, her vision gradually becoming dark again. She was having trouble even understanding herself “You know, I hate drugs.” With that, she lost the fight to remain awake again.
Kurama chuckled softly; she reminded him of someone else he knew, come to think of it, she reminded him of more then one person. It was funny; she hadn’t even noticed her clothes’ being missing. Yukina gave him a strange look for laughing, but he just waved her off. “Lets finish cleaning her back and then we can see what exactly we have to deal with.” The blue haired women nodded her affirmative.
Kurama and Yukina went back to cleaning off her back; they would be here for a while from what they could see already. How the girl survived the wounds, and without infection at that, was anyone’s guess.
Yukina and Kurama both winced when they could see her back without all the gunk that had been covering it. Kurama hugged Yukina to his hard body when she made a distressed sound in the back of her throat. “Are you sure you want to be here Yukina? I can do it on my own if you need to leave. I’ll understand, sweetheart.” His voice only held love and understanding in it, there was no judgment whatsoever.
She squared her shoulders; she could be strong for the man she loved. There was no way she was leaving him to do this on his own. Besides the girl needed her. Kurama was great when it came to medical treatment, there was no doubt about that, but he did not have her abilities. “No, I can do this. She will need me to heal what I can.” Kurama smiled at her. Her determination was just one of the many things he loved about her.
Kagomes back was a bloody raw, burnt mess. Someone had pierced through her skin and muscular tissue with, what looked to be, very large leather sewing needles, four to be exact. The ends of the needles were scorched, as if they had been hooked up to something hot. Perhaps they had used electrical shocks on her. There were swatches of skin missing in patterns on her back. Kurama recognized the wound marks for what they were. She had been whipped repeatedly.
After Kurama removed the needles from her back, Yukina went to work on healing the poor girl. It was a very long process, and by the time her back was fully healed, Yukina felt ready to pass out herself. But even then, she would have continued, had Kurama not told her to stop. The rest of the wounds would have to be treated in the good old-fashioned way.
It was appalling to see all the wounds that littered the small, young women’s body. Her left side, right above the hipbone, had been stabbed repeatedly in the same spot. It looked as if someone had taken great care to inflict pain, yet not hit anything vital while doing so.
She was absolutely covered in bruises. Cuts lined the soft undersides of her arms, the insides of her thighs and between her toes and fingers, some of them would need to be stitched closed, while others would require just butterfly strips, they would all need ointments and bandages. Someone had really done a number on her. Yukina and Kurama worked all threw the night. Both were thankful, Kagome didn’t wake up again that night.
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