Chapter 3: Threat
Previously on No Different
Kagome looked at him as he stood. What did I do to you? All of a sudden there was a crash as the cup of mochachino spilled all over her. Sango gasped. Kagome bit her cheeks to hold in her scream as her hand began to turn red.
“My books!” Kagome’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked back accusingly at Inuyasha.
. . .
Miroku caught up with him a few blocks down. He pulled at Inuyasha’s shoulders, forcing him to stop.
“Dude, what the fuck was that?!”
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Inuyasha turned to look back at Miroku, eyes full of hatred.
“It’s her. I recognize her now.”
Miroku look at him in confusion. Inuyasha balled his fists in anger, “My mother died because of her family! Don’t tell me you've forgotten already Miroku!”
His eyes widened in realization. There was silence before he responded, “H-How can you be so sure it’s her? I mean .. it’s been years Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha brushed off Miroku’s hand and looked away, “I swore I would never forget their faces.”
“Check please! And Hurry!” shouted Sango. Their waitress rushed off before returning a few seconds later.
“Oh wow Sango, 5 cups of coffee?” Kagome’s giggle was cut short by her pulsing hand. Sango glared at Kagome and slapped a twenty on the table.
“C’mon, we have to go get that checked ASAP.”
They were just heading out the door when they saw Miroku jogging up to them. “Hey Kagome .. you alright?” he asked meekly. “Oh don’t worry about it, I’m alive,” smiled Kagome. “If you don’t mind, I can drive you guys to the hospital.” he offered. Sango was still mad, she was about to make a snappy remark but Kagome beat her to it, “Sure!” She gave him a look as they walked by; you better have a good explanation for this.
“Hello Ms. Higurashi, what brings you here today?” Nurses immediately greeted her as she entered the building. “Oh it’s nothing, just a little burn.” “Oh my, we have to go get that checked right away,” cried a nurse before dragging her away.
“Is.. Kagome a regular patient here?”
“Well ... kind of,” replied Sango.
“Why haven’t you told me this before?” asked Miroku, thinking back to Inuyasha.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to write a book about her life.” Sango retorted.
Miroku’s eyebrows burrowed in frustration. She sighed.
“About seven years ago, she was in a car accident. Her mom and dad both passed away in this hospital, she was in a coma for a few months before waking up. The doctors said she suffered head trauma, many of her brain cells were lost and couldn’t be replaced..”
“She suffered amnesia.”
Sango nodded. “She couldn’t even remember me. She couldn’t remember anyone. Her parents.. her grandparents.. friends.. nothing. It was like teaching a child how to walk and talk all over again. Till this day, she still can’t remember anything. We’ve all given up trying. ..There are things that she doesn’t need to know.”
That caught his attention. “Like what?”
Before Sango could answer, Kagome emerged with her hand wrapped in gauze.
“Apply the cream the doctor prescribed daily, at least two times and do not let it touch water.” The nurse instructed beside her. “Okay, don’t worry!” The older woman kissed Kagome’s forehead before waving goodbye.
“So what were you guys talking about?” Kagome asked curiously.
Sango opened her mouth to answer, but Miroku cut her off, “Nothing."
It was early evening when Miroku dropped them off at their campus. “Thanks for everything!”
“Yeah... no problem.”
Sango walked Kagome to her dorm as Miroku drove off.
“You want to come in for a mocha?” Kagome asked as Sango turned to leave.
“I can’t believe you can still think about that after this,” she repled, looking down at Kagome's hand.
Kagome opened the door, inviting her in. You can see all of the room with one glance. It was obvious that no one on the campus wanted it. Kagome had to bear with the size since she could not afford much of anything after paying tuition. Sango looked around, there was bed stuffed in a corner that was only big enough to fit one person with a little bit of leg room leftover. A small desk located in another corner, was stacked with mountains high of textbooks. Kagome have always dreamed of becoming lawyer.
“Heh.. sorry about that.”
“No, it’s alright. My dorm isn’t that much bigger.” Sango said grabbed a thermos containing the hot water.
Kagome sighed. “What’s on your mind?” asked Sango while shaking some chocolate powder into their drinks.
“It’s just .... You know who Miroku’s friend is?”
“You mean Inuyasha?”
“Oh. Yeah, him. What did I ever do to him that makes him such a jerk to me?”
“Maybe there are just some misunderstandings between you guys.”
“What misunderstandings? I’ve never met him in my life!” Kagome fell back on her bed.
“Cheer up. I’ll call Miroku and we’ll all just sit down and talk. Alright?” offered Sango as she handed Kagome her mocha. “Be careful.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea Sango.. I don’t think he wants to see me anytime soon, or ever.”
Shrill rings woke Miroku up from his sleep.
“What?! Your house better be on fire right now.” Miroku groaned into his phone, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Hey..Sorry, did I wake you?” Miroku sighed. “Yes? What can I do for you?” He looked at the time, 12:30 pm.
“Nothing.. I just finished my morning class and wanted to talk to you about Kagome and Inuyasha.”
“Oh yeah? What about?”
“I don’t know .. you understand Inuyasha more than anyone, I thought you’d what’s going on.”
He sighed again. “How about this? Let’s meet at Inuyasha’s place in half an hour and we’ll see if he’ll talk.” She deserves to know. “Here’s the address....”
Sango arrived exactly half an hour later. Inuyasha lived in a small one bedroom apartment in a rough neighbourhood; one that Sango would never even thought about going alone. She rubbed her bare arms and shivered as she walked into the lobby.
Ding dong Ding dong.
“I don’t want none of your stinkin’ girly cookies!” yelled Inuyasha tossing a book at the wall causing a loud boom.
Ding dong Ding dong.
Inuyasha swore as he got up from bed. He wrapped the sheets around his waist and went to open the door.
“YES?!” he gritted through his teeth. He narrowed his eyes at Sango.
“Isn’t Miroku here?” She looked up in confusion, completely unfazed at his state of undress. Eh, she thought Miroku looked hotter.
“What the hell are you doing here looking for your boyfriend?”
“Miroku said to meet him here so we can talk about your attitude problem towards Kagome!” She fumed as she looked at him with her hands on her waist.
“Damn that Miroku,” Inuyasha cursed under his breath. “Excuse me?”
He refocused on Sango. “There’s nothing to say,” he replied roughly before slamming the door. Sango put her smacked her hand on the door, preventing it from closing shut. “I’m not leaving till I get some kind of explanation.” Inuyasha stared at her. “Tell her this, she’ll be much safer in another country.” He shut the door before sauntering back to bed.
Sango growled in frustration outside before giving his door a swift kick. “Asshole!” she screamed as her foot connected with wood.
“Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!” She whined hopping around on one foot. Sango sat down on the floor in the middle of the hall. She looked up when she heard elevator doors open.
Miroku walked out whistling happily, but paused when he saw Sango. She glared at him,
“You. Are. Late.”