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A/N: I want to take a moment to thank everyone for their interest in this story. I stopped for a while becasue I wasn't sure what direction I wanted it to take and wanted some time to carefully think things through. I decided to submit this short chapter to help keep things moving along. Am now writing instead of 'floundeirng' and should have Asessment Part III up soon. Again thanks to everyone for their interest.
IMPORTANT NOTE: All InuYasha charcters used in this story are the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi.
Kaede and Shippo looked at the sleeping figure not quite believing what they saw. The only conclusion they were able to come to is that the sword somehow found its way back to the Hanyou on its own. Yet, no one saw how it was done. As they quietly approached the bed, they were stunned once again. The Hanyou's aura began to pulse and the sword's aura pulsed in response. The closer they came, the quicker the auras pulsed.
'This is extraordinary,' thought Shippo. He motioned Kaede to follow him. They backed away from the bed and the pulses gradually slowed down. When they approached, the pulsing increased. Again they both slowly retreated. When Kaede approached the bed alone, the pulsing stopped. When Shippo approached the bed, the pulses began again.
“It seems to me,” Kaede whispered, “that something with a demonic signature, elicits a warning.”
Never taking his eyes of the Hanyou, Shippo nodded his agreement.
“For now, I think it is best if he is looked after by humans. We can also set up a video feed to monitor what happens in the room as well. Why don't you go back to the lab and review everything that has been done so far. I'll speak with the nurse and meet you there.”
Again, Shippo silently nodded his agreement and added, “I've got to make a phone call as well.”
Kaede briefly spoke with the charge nurse. It was decided since the Hanyou was stabilized, a feeding tube would be attached in order to provide the necessary nutrients needed to help speed his recovery. Only humans would monitor him until he was awakened, oriented, and was able to maintain acceptable self-control. Then other members of his treatment team could gradually be introduced to assist in his care and recovery. His sedation would continue at the current level until a decision was made at the team meeting. It was also agreed to help encourage a relaxed mental state, by softly playing some background environmental music. Since he appeared to be a forest being, it was decided woodland and meadow sounds accompanied by a bamboo flute would be a good start. The nurse was encouraged to call Kaede in the event any change in the Hanyou was detected.
Meanwhile Shippo returned to his office and called the Buddhist Temple. He needed to talk to his close friend Miroku about the sword. Since Miroku did not answer the phone, he left a voicemail message to have him call back. He then went to Ginta's office to see how he was progressing with the clothing. His office door was still shut indicating he was not done. Shippo went to the research lab spoke with his forensic team and asked them to monitor all samples for demonic and human traces. He saw Kaede and was about to speak to her when his cell phone rang.
He was not quite sure what was happening. He felt detached from his body and drifted along in a languorous, dream like state. He tried to reach back in his mind to remember what happened without much success. Vaguely he thought he remembered awakening in a brightly lit room with some objects that made a lot of noise. He was on a surface of some kind and he could not move his hands or feet. Then some people wearing light blue clothing came and held him down and he remembered no more...or was it just a dream? His thinking was muddled. He could not focus. Mental images drifted by and when he reached out to them, they fragmented and dissipated. He had no idea of who or what he was. The only connection he had to the outside world was his sword. He could feel that. He could sometimes feel the presence of some things or others, but like the mental images, they were disembodied and drifted by, swirling down a stream of time and disappearing into the ethereal red mist. He did remember a distinct twinge of urgency, but could not focus on it and it disappeared as quickly as it came. Occasionally a woman's face would appear. She looked frightened and he found himself trying to respond to her and could not. He felt he should know her, but could recall nothing. Just as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared. Wherever he was, he was cut off from his emotions, his memories, his identity, his body, and time itself. He allowed himself to drift through the diaphanous landscape hoping to come across something, anything recognizable.
“Inu Yasha,” a disembodied voice whispered.