Eyes of a Hunter

Chapter 11

A/N Thank you to those who reviewed. Glad that you enjoyed the story so far. We're winding down to almost the endand what do i say about this? Thank you god as this story is killing me. I need a break from it. I want it to be over but I truly do treasure all the readers and those who have taken time to review. I'm hoping that this chapter is not OOC but it might be tough I tried to build a good transistion but meh enjoy and please be kind enough to review. They are really valued.

~vVv~

A flurry of activity met the entrance of the hospital as Kagome was rushed into the ER. Shouted voices ordered a room prepared for her as they attempted to save her life and that of her baby. Her face was pale lifeless as she lay there. Shiori felt hot tears rush out of her eyes as doctors and nurses dropped whatever they were doing to rush to her friend’s side. She didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was that her innocent friend had had a miscarriage and was probably on death’s bed. She collapsed into a chair that she had been directed to as she waited for the others to show up.

Accepting the glass of water that was handed to her by some faceless attendant, Shiori got lost in her thoughts. Kagome was truly the only true friend that she had and it would kill her if her friend died. She remembered when she had first met Kagome.

These were memories that Shiori preferred to kept repressed within her mind but she was unable t stop the flow of images and emotions that bubbled through. She had been the attack of a vicious rape by a youkai who had believed that humans were whores created for his pleasure. It was through the support of Kagome and her own big sister that she had been able to deal with it. Since that incident, she had kept Kagome close to her heart, vowing that no matter what she would protect her friend as she had been protected.

She did not want to live in a world where good people like Kagome died while vile creatures like her attacker lived for centuries. Rushing to her feet in relief, she through herself into Kagome’s mother’s arms as they both wept at what could be a possibility.

Friends and family sat within the room, tears flowed as the hours ticked by. It was heart wrenching and many of the other families and hospital staff couldn’t suppress slight tears of their own at the love and sorrow displayed by the group of people waiting. This was the part they hated the most of their job. The waiting as tension built in the room. Silent prayers made their way to heaven begging for guidance over a soul that only radiated purity and love.

The doors opened and hearts began to race. All eyes followed the hanyou doctor who came out and Shiori and Mrs. Higurashi immediately burst into tears as they saw the plastered look of sympathy on the kitten face. He looked like he would rather be anywhere than where he was at that moment. This was the part of his job he always hated the most. He almost turned an ran as he saw the knowing sorrowful eyes that pinned him with dread, begging to hear the opposite of what they knew was coming.

Sighing he gathered his courage and walked to the center of the room garnering the attention of all the occupants. A deathly silence sunk over the room. “You are the Higurashi party no?” he asked, his voice cracking. A few nods came his way

“Just tell us.” Souta said holding his crying mother.

“I’m very sorry. Ms Kagome had a miscarriage and as a result of the blood lost we were not able to save her life. She passed away at 5:23 pm—”

A scream disturbed him as Kagome’s mother fainted…

AN: Hahahaha just kidding. Sorry I thought that was funny. Payback for all of you who were rude and mean to me cause of my little slip up. Oh lord here come the flames. I know lots of you will be pissed at me cause of this. Oh well if you stop reading ill just get to stop writing. Meh this story is depressing me anyway. Consider this the Author version of a flame to the readers who did their flaming.

Now on with the real chapter this time.

Sorrow clouded the once emotionless eyes of the most revered taiyoukai in those lands. He, Sesshomaru no Taisho had made such a great error to one innocent of the crimes he had laid on her. Running clawed hands over an aristocratic face, he let a slight sigh escape his lips.

Allowing his inner youkai free reign had been a foolish idea. Never one to easily give in to petty feelings of jealousy, he felt shame through his entire being. He had harmed an innocent because of a week human and the shame of that laid heavily on his shoulders. But more than that, what mattered most was what he had done to Kagome.

Reminiscent of the most eventful days of his life he decided to reflect on it. Getting out of bed reluctantly, the youkai prince, dressed in soft cotton robs, partially opened, brushed his loose unruly hair away from his face. Allowing his most regal form a stretch to unkink muscles that had tightened up, he stepped into his shower, attempting to wash away memories of his atrocious behaviour of the previous day.

Stepping out feeling relieved but no les burdened, he picked up his sword, Tokijin. He had not touched it in centuries and with its familiar weight within his grasp, nostalgic feelings floated over him as he remembered an ancient time so long ago where one power came from the ability to take it by force.

Unbidden, images of a certain silver haired golden-eyed hanyou came to mind. His hanyou brother Inuyasha. Though of base birth the pup (just for you Metis) had been the only worthy opponent. Sneering, disgust at his fellow youkai he was unimpressed that of all the centuries that had gone by, only a hanyou had ever been his equal in power and battle.

But that was not true. One Sapphire raven had proven herself his equal on many occasions. His intricate dance of the blade stopped as sudden pain clenched his heart. Frozen in a position of promised death, the pale youkai grew even more so as his sword and arm drifted downward resuming a relaxed position.

Pain. That is what he had just felt at memory of the young Miko. Attempting to analyse the emotion, he found no ready answer. She had been the only one brave and strong enough to free his father’s fang and had on many occasions shown a grace and strength that one her age shouldn’t have possessed.

And in this world, more than half a century later she had given him her body freely, proven herself to be his equal in the game of pleasure. He growled as his body tightened in remembrance of their most decadent encounters. She had been so free and responsive. Why had he not known that she was that self same Miko?

Kagome…

That she had existed for near over five hundred years. This was the only explanation that came to mind. With all the powers that she had possessed, she had still been mortal and with time comes age and for mortals the inevitable touch of Thanatos (Death).

How was it that she had lived that long a time?

Unconscously his dance of death began again, agile moves of a lithe body accustomed to the rigors of intense physical workout. A slight shin of perspiration coated the corded muscles sheathed within translucent skin. As he moved, his beautiful hair flowing, gliding on the wind, his mind drifted back to the mystery that was Kagome Higurashi.

Had it been fated that they would meet again? Questions assaulted his conscious mind. No matter how she came to be in this time line, be in reincarnation or sorcery, she had touched him. In a way that no other had. His fiercely beautiful face formed a frown as he once again stopped the moves of a well-honed body.

She had touched him. He had not realised it at the time but her honeyed responses and ability to satisfy him like no other had began to play with his cold demon’s heart. He had longed to find out her true identity. She had become his obsession. No one had ever had such power over him that he would lose control multiple times.

She had brought out of him a passion unlike anything he had ever encountered. The game that had been something of sport became a dangerous tango of need and desire. And now it was to late to fix the problems.

Even with her continued rejection of him his body called out to her. She was his addiction. An Aphrodite, Cleopatra, Circe. She was the one that caused his youkai’s soul to feel peace after centuries of battles and warring.

He couldn’t let her go. Letting go of his most priceless sword, he glided to the ground in a graceful swoop, dizzy at the thought of never holding her again. Burying his face within the grasp of poisoned claws, he felt sorrow, like he had never felt before.

What have I done?

For all his dislike of ningen, she had captured his heart. He cringed at what this meant. Again his brother came to mind. He had treated him unfairly. As they say “Hindsight is 20/20”. It was only when it was too late that he realised his errors. He did not hate his brother anymore, Inuyasha had proven himself countless times to be worthy. How could he hate him when he could hardly contain visions of little dark hair pups clinging to a laughing Kagome.

The images floored him. And searching his heart he found that he could not find lie in the thought. He stood up abruptly as this dawned on him. He had changed so much in the past half century. Maybe it had to do with the changing world around him. He worked with so many hanyou and ningen who had proven to be more loyal than his entire court of youkai.

Maybe with his maturity he was able to see what his father had. Human’s had a great capacity to love. Unlike female youkai, a ningen would dedicate her life and her heart to the one she believed was worthy of it. He had seen it many times and had felt slight pangs of envy. Now he wanted Kagome to feel this way about him. He wanted her to look at him with love filled eyes. He would do what he had to, to accomplish this.

Unfortunately for the enlightened youkai prince, it was a little too late. As he made plans to reconcile with his bastard brother, a family sat within a hospital room praying for the life that could have been saved with but his presence.

~vVv~

A flurry of activity met the entrance of the hospital as Kagome was rushed into the ER. Shouted voices ordered a room prepared for her as they attempted to save her life and that of her baby. Her face was pale lifeless as she lay there. Shiori felt hot tears rush out of her eyes as doctors and nurses dropped whatever they were doing to rush to her friend’s side. She didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was that her innocent friend had had a miscarriage and was probably on death’s bed. She collapsed into a chair that she had been directed to as she waited for the others to show up.

Accepting the glass of water that was handed to her by some faceless attendant, Shiori got lost in her thoughts. Kagome was truly the only true friend that she had and it would kill her if her friend died. She remembered when she had first met Kagome.

These were memories that Shiori preferred to kept repressed within her mind but she was unable t stop the flow of images and emotions that bubbled through. She had been the attack of a vicious rape by a youkai who had believed that humans were whores created for his pleasure. It was through the support of Kagome and her own big sister that she had been able to deal with it. Since that incident, she had kept Kagome close to her heart, vowing that no matter what she would protect her friend as she had been protected.

She did not want to live in a world where good people like Kagome died while vile creatures like her attacker lived for centuries. Rushing to her feet in relief, she through herself into Kagome’s mother’s arms as they both wept at what could be a possibility.

Friends and family sat within the room, tears flowed as the hours ticked by. It was heart wrenching and many of the other families and hospital staff couldn’t suppress slight tears of their own at the love and sorrow displayed by the group of people waiting. This was the part they hated the most of their job. The waiting as tension built in the room. Silent prayers made their way to heaven begging for guidance over a soul that only radiated purity and love.

The doors opened and hearts began to race. All eyes followed the hanyou doctor who came out and Shiori and Mrs. Higurashi immediately burst into tears as they saw the plastered look of sympathy on the kitten face. He looked like he would rather be anywhere than where he was at that moment. This was the part of his job he always hated the most. He almost turned an ran as he saw the knowing sorrowful eyes that pinned him with dread, begging to hear the opposite of what they knew was coming.

Sighing he gathered his courage and walked to the center of the room garnering the attention of all the occupants. A deathly silence sunk over the room. “You are the Higurashi party no?” he asked, his voice cracking. A few nods came his way

“Just tell us.” Souta said holding his crying mother.

“Kagome has lost a lot of blood due to her near miscarriage. She is currently in intensive care and her and the baby’s chances of survival are very slim. It seems she has lost the will to live. It’s all in her hands now. We have done all we can for her now she just has to fight. In instances like this we ask that family members and friends visit her and talk to her. Remind her why she must live.” With that said he prepared to leave only to be stopped by the mother.

“My baby’s pregnant?” her surprise was audible, tear streaked face looked up at him asking for answers. All she had heard was that her daughter was in the hospital on death's bed.

He seemed to blink in surprise. He had assumed that they had known why she was in the hospital. “My apologies Mrs. Higurashi?” he waited for confirmation. “Your daughter is pregnant with the child of very powerful youkai. Because of his strength and her weaker human body, his seed is able to take root within her much quicker than most humans. However, miscarriages between ningen and youkai or hanyou couples are common as the female body realises that the seed is not of the same species and tries to eject it. Rejection of a youkai’s seed is common and in most cases it is simply a miscarriage. But your daughter’s body seems to want it out with a force we have never witnessed before. It’s like a war. She’s trying to save the baby but her body wants it out and so the loss of blood is draining her. She has stopped fighting and if it continues as it is then she will not last the evening.”

He left then to allow them their moment to talk amongst themselves. He could tell that it was a loving family and they would try everything within their power to try to keep her alive. At this point though he just didn’t know if it was going to be enough to save both of them…