Author's Notes: Okay, so I couldn't resist starting this idea. I know I've
got two other stories going too, and I haven't given up on them, but this
idea came to me and I haven't been able to shake it. I hope you enjoy, and
please let me know what you think! And I promise to continue updating on
the other stories. Enjoy!
Title: Soul Therapy
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
The alarm buzzed in her ear, proudly announcing that it was 5:30 am. The
girl groaned, pulling the warm covers over her ears, her matted black hair
in a mess on the pillow. But no matter how much groaning, swearing,
cursing, or begging the alarm continued to ring, and would not turn off
until Kagome physically got out of bed and hit the off switch.
"I'm gonna kill Sango," she mumbled into the pillow, remembering how her
friend had suggested, after she was late three times in a row due to
oversleeping, that Kagome put the alarm clock on the other side of the
room, forcing her to get out of bed to turn it off rather then just rolling
over and hitting the snooze.
But it worked, because once Kagome had turned the offensive contraption
off, she realized she was already halfway to the shower, and seeing how it
would take just as much energy to walk back to bed, she might as well start
The water was hot, too hot, but she liked it that way. She liked the way
her skin turned red from the constant contact, and the way she became numb
after a while. It made her feel alive, reminded her that she was still
standing on both feet and able to use both arms and able to feel from the
top of her head down to the tips of her toes. And in her line of work,
that was something special.
Kagome was a physical therapist, and had been for the past two years after
graduating from the Tokyo School of Medicine at the age of twenty-one. Now
twenty-three, she had seen and heard it all when it came to accidents, and
treated patients from all sorts of catastrophes.
It was a job that was as demanding as it was rewarding, because all new
patients arrived depressed and lacking in hope that they could possibly
recover, but would leave anywhere from six months to several years later
with the renewed hope of a normal life. It was exhausting for Kagome and
her colleagues, to be sure, but at the same time it was a fulfilling
career, knowing that she helped someone every day.
The bathroom was a steamy mess by the time she stepped out of the shower,
and Kagome had to wipe the mirror with the back of her arm to remove the
moisture and see her reflection, her skin red from scrubbing, her eyes
still dull with sleep, but nonetheless alive.
Wrapping a green towel around her slim form, she pulled out a hair dryer
and began to blow dry her long black hair so that after twenty minutes it
was hanging loosely down her back. She pulled it back into a high ponytail
so that it wouldn't get in the way at work. She then donned the usual
uniform of a white shirt and khaki pants, dabbed a small amount of blush to
her cheeks and a light gloss to her lips, grabbed her purse and keys, and
flew out the door.
"Hey Sango, it's me," Kagome said once she was successfully on the road and
had dialed her friend's number.
"Kagome, you're actually in the car before me? I'm shocked." Kagome
grinned and rested one of her arms on the door.
"Yeah I know, pretty unbelievable. You're idea worked, I have to admit
"I told you it would. I used to have the same problem with being late
until I moved the alarm clock."
"I suppose then that I should be saying thanks, since otherwise I would
have probably gotten myself fired before long."
"I doubt that Kag, you're one of the best therapists in the building."
"I doubt that. By the way, it's your turn to bring breakfast today,
"Yup, does sausage biscuits sound okay?"
"Please tell me that's not McDonalds."
"No! I'm actually cooking this morning." Kagome grinned and felt her
stomach growl at the thought. Sango was a really good cook, when she took
"Sounds great, I'll see you at work then."
Kagome set the phone back down on the passenger seat as she turned the car
into the employee parking lot beside a large white building that read
'Tokyo Physical Therapy and Rehabilitation Center'.
"Here we go again," Kagome mumbled, pulling up the emergency break on the
car, taking the keys, locking the doors, and walking into the building.
"Good morning Kagome," a cheerful redhead called from the secretary's desk.
Her green eyes sparkled with life, and Kagome envied the girl's obvious
"Morning Ayame, any new and exciting patients on the docket?"
Ayame turned to the computer and typed for a few seconds before seeming to
read something. "You've got a 1:30 horseback riding fall, with temporary
paralysis to the legs."
Kagome sighed and set her purse down heavily on a nearby chair in the
currently vacant waiting area. "I've seen so many of those lately. What
is it with people and this sudden horse craze?"
Ayame giggled and turned back to the screen. "I here you on that one. But
let's see, other then that you have a 3:00 with a car accident victim. It
says here he has something akin to paralysis from the waist down, and
doctors aren't sure if it's temporary or permanent."
That intrigued Kagome, always ready for a new challenge. "Ooh, that one
sounds more like it." She walked up behind Ayame and leaned against the
desk, reading what was on the screen at the moment. "Hmm, so he has only
small amounts of feeling in his legs, except occasional tingling in his
toes, and cannot support himself at all on his own. And his name is?"
Ayame scrolled down slightly to the end of the chart notes sent over from
the hospital. "Um, Inuyasha Takahashi."
"Inuyasha?" Kagome grinned. "That's an interesting name. Maybe this day
won't be quite so boring after all."
Ayame grinned. "Just don't forget that your entertainment is another's
"I know, I know, way to ruin the moment for me." Ayame giggled at her
friend as Kagome disappeared into the back room, shaking her head and
picking up the phone when it started to ring.
Kagome opened her locker and placed everything inside, pulling out her
badge and walking over to the mirror to clip it to the left side of her
chest. She took a step back when she finished, giving herself the critical
The badge was a laminated picture, at the bottom of which was printed her
name in block letters. She was smiling, and her hair, for once, was down
the way she preferred to wear it when not on the job.
She was so busy studying the badge that she didn't even hear the door open
and close behind her. "Good morning sunshine!"
"AHH!" Kagome must have jumped at least ten feet in the air, only to find
herself trapped, from behind, in the arms of a person wearing very familiar
after-shave. "Miroku, can't you speak a little quieter? Remember, this is
a quiet place of rehabilitation."
Miroku frowned, but didn't let go of his playful hold on her waist. Kagome
didn't mind, so long as his hands stayed where they were.
He was a handsome man of twenty-five, with a good heart and shining eyes
that beamed with life. His only failing was his lecherous tendency
whenever an attractive young woman was around. It had progressed to the
point that he was only allowed to see men as patients, something he wasn't
too happy about.
"I can see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Kagome grinned,
knowing he could see it in the mirror.
"I always do Miroku, since when has that been a surprise. Not all of us
are like you and Ayame and able to wake up and fall asleep on a dime."
"True, but then you could try and be sociable for the first hour or so of
"I'm always nice to my patients," Kagome replied defensively. Miroku
"I wasn't talking about your patients."
"Oh." Kagome smiled once more and then frowned playfully when she realized
he still had his arms around her. "I don't think Sango would approve of
Miroku jumped back as if he were touching hot coals, and if Kagome hadn't
known already about his feelings for her friend, she would have been
offended. But as it was, everyone knew the man was head over heels in love
with Sango, and couldn't get enough of her, and as such they teased him
relentlessly about it.
"What wouldn't I approve of?" Miroku's face brightened, and Kagome beamed
at her friend, who was currently balancing a holder of five cups of coffee,
as well as a bag of breakfast for everyone. She gave Kagome an appeasing
stare. "A little help please?"
Snapping out of her trance, Kagome and Miroku both bounded over and
relieved Sango of her load, instantly digging in to the bag of fresh
sausage biscuits. Sango just shook her head and walked over to her locker
to put away her personal items.
She was an attractive woman, to say the least. Her body was built like a
rock, with strong shoulders, a slim waist, and sleek thighs, all of which
were accented by her uniform. Her hair fell to her waist in a long
ponytail of dark waves, and she always wore a hint of pink mascara, which,
on anyone else would have looked grotesque, but on her it was perfect.
"So for once Kouga is the last to show?" She commented lazily, and everyone
looked around, suddenly realizing that their colleague was indeed missing.
"I guess so," Kagome replied with a shrug. Miroku laughed.
"It's a strange day when Kagome beats us all and Kouga is the last to
arrive for work in the morning." The girls both laughed to, for it was a
"Is everything all set?" Kagome finally asked, noticing that there were
only fifteen minutes before the clinic officially opened for the day.
"Yup, I checked it all last night myself," Miroku said proudly, glancing at
Sango to see if she noticed. She pretended to ignore him.
"So you have clean sheets in all the exam rooms?"
"The ultrasound machines have been cleaned?"
"The gel is all in heaters?"
"The heating pads are warm?"
Kagome nodded her head with a smile. "I'm impressed Miroku, usually Sango
and I are the ones cleaning up at the end of the day."
"Well, Kouga and I figured you ladies deserved a break."
Kagome giggled for a moment, and Sango rolled her eyes as she walked passed
Miroku, leaning in to say, "How generous of you, to help poor, tired ladies
Miroku didn't hear the sarcasm obviously, because he puffed out his chest
as though he were a hero, his hand, in the meantime, wandering slowly down
until Sango stiffened, stopping dead in her tracks.
"Hentai!" She screamed, whirling around and smacking him in the face,
leaving a red print, before disappearing into the main clinic. Kagome just
shook her head.
"That is no way to win your fair lady's heart you know."
"Who says I want to win her heart?" Miroku blushed, and Kagome rolled her
"Please, it's so obvious you like her."
"Yeah, you're always looking at her at work, and trying to impress her when
you think she's watching."
"That doesn't mean that I like her."
"It does too."
"Kagome, I am not in love with Sango!" He shouted in anger just as she
opened the door, causing the woman in question to turn her head in surprise
from where she was standing organizing the exercise balls against the wall.
Miroku's face turned a deep crimson, and Kagome giggled.
"Who said anything about love? I certainly didn't."
She walked away, and Miroku quickly disappeared into an exam room leaving
Sango glancing about her with a puzzled expression. "What just happened?"
The tension was broken when the door was thrown open with a bang and Kouga
appeared, panting and looking frazzled. He ran up to Ayame, gave her a
huge kiss on the cheek, and blew past Kagome with a quick hello before
disappearing into the back room, reappearing moments later with his badge,
smoothing out his hair, pulled back into a shoulder-length black ponytail.
He was a handsome man, with a strong build and piercing blue eyes. His
personality was strong and confident, and when he set his mind to
something, he went after it, especially when it involved helping a patient,
which is why he was so good at his job.
In reality, they were all good at what they did, and for different reasons.
Kagome had, growing up in a shrine and learning the ways of the ancient
priestesses, always wanted to help people in some way and when she realized
she didn't quite have the stamina or desire to make it through a grueling
six years of medical school, chose physical therapy instead.
Sango had lost her parents in a car accident when she was seventeen, and
her brother Kohaku was paralyzed from the waist down. It was then that she
decided she wanted to help victims like him.
Miroku came from a long line of monks, and he, like Kagome, felt that he
could serve others through physical therapy. But sometimes his friends
would simply call him monk because he still had certain parallel
And Kouga, well, was just Kouga. No one was quite sure why he had decided
to become a physical therapist when his family fortune could have let him
be so much more, but here he came, every day, to work, never late and never
leaving early. At least, every day but that day.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," he stammered as he saw his three colleagues
staring at him. Even Ayame, his girlfriend of one year, was leaning over
the counter with a puzzled expression.
Kagome gave him a suspicious look, and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you
late today? I don't think you've been late once this entire year."
"Well, technically he's not late quite yet," Miroku, who had finally
decided to emerge from the exam room, said calmly as he indicated the
clock. "It is, after all, not quite 7:00."
Kouga beamed. "So my perfect record still stands."
Kagome and Sango rolled their eyes simultaneously, and Sango looked at him
in exasperation. "Why do you bother to show up every day?"
Kouga, used to such teasing because of his money, just shrugged and leaned
against the wall casually.
"But you still haven't said why you were 'almost' late," Ayame called from
the desk. That got the others interested, and Kouga blushed.
"Well, you won't believe this but, I slept through my alarm."
"What?" Kagome couldn't help but start laughing, and everyone looked at her
as though she had gone insane. She raised her head, her dark eyes
twinkling. "I guess when I get up on time it's bad karma for the one who
is never late."
Kouga smiled back, his own blue eyes shining with laughter as he chuckled.
"So you shouldn't be on time any more, because next time I might not be so
lucky as to hit no red lights."
The others just shook their heads, and were about to say more, when the
sound of the front door opening reached their ears, and they were greeted
with their first patient of the day. Ayame greeted with a smile and led
into an exam room, putting the chart on the front door and writing Sango's
name on the white board at the front of the room next to the number three,
indicating the therapist had a patient in exam room three.
"Well, you get the first victim," Miroku said with a laugh, and Sango
rolled her eyes as she walked up to the door and took the chart, scanning
"Biking accident," she commented.
"Motorcycles?" Kagome asked casually.
"No, believe it or not it was just a bicycle."
"Amazing," Kouga commented as Ayame led another patient back and put his
own name on the board in red. "Well, I'm up."
"Have fun," Kagome replied, sitting down to wait for her first patient,
twiddling her thumbs absentmindedly. Yep, it was just another ordinary
day, or so she thought.