Author note: This is for the people who won the poll in my profile. I said I would write whatever would win, and majority was for another HOUSE crossover. I had watched the season of HOUSE where he was getting treatment, and it sparked an idea. Maybe him meeting Kagome in there! Just so you know, it will be similar to the episode (like some sentences that certain character say, like I say if it isn't broken don't fix it) but some things will change obviously. This will probably be a three shot, a nice beginning middle and end concept.

Hope you enjoy,

Lindsey

House/ Inuyasha

Summary:

House/ Kagome. He was stuck at the Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital, including a bunch of other freaks. One jumps out at him though, a pretty Japanese woman who believes that demons, and other folklore exist. She's as crazy as the rest of them... isn't she?

Disclaimer- I own neither House, nor Inuyasha. I own nothing including any folklore that I use.

Behind Weathered Walls

Chapter 1: Medical Detox

There are three separate stages of detox

Stage 1

Medical Detox: Medical withdrawal needs to be supervised by a medical doctor. This is to protect the client as they complete phase one safely and with the least possible complications. This process can take several days.

The dreary tiled floors shined almost dully. As though the person who shined them didn't care about how they looked, but did it to earn a paycheck. It was the same way with everything in the room. The half assed job of dusting the place, and the broken stuff that was thrown around the room, placed there for the entertainment of the freaks.

He took time to study the people in the room for a moment; they looked half assed as well. Broken objects that had yet to be fixed, but there were always some things in this world that could never be brought back to how it was before. Forever wishing they could return to their prier lives by working hard and believing that they could do it. Most would never grow enough and soon they would be stuck back in the lifeless room taking pills, pretending to get counseling, and wallowing in their self-pity.

Already he was sick of the place and he had only been in the new area for less than a minute. Just enough to realize that he didn't even need to be in a place like this. He stopped for a moment as the man who led him in went to find out more information of where he would be.

His blue eyes skimmed the room and focused on the people who looked back at him. A new person to befriend was probably in their thoughts.

"This way" the guy told him while leading him into a new space where a female blonde was behind her desk. She looked up while he entered and sat in the chair.

His eyes skimmed her name plaque 'Dr. Beasely' "What do I have to do and how long do I have to be here?" he asked waiting for her response.

She of course gave a long drawn out reply to his simple question. Take meds, behave, and be cured. As if. She continued on and he started to ignore her until she mentioned about goals.

"I've set a goal" he responded quick and sharply when she started to talk about the subject. Of course it wouldn't be the goal she was looking for, her eyes lit up in a hopeful glow as she waited for his response.

His smirk grew as he went to speak, knowing that she wasn't going to appreciate what he had to say. If he wanted to get out of this place he was going to cause hell. "My goal is to get your boss to write the letter that I want him to write" he paused to give her some time to take in what he had said. "Now lets talk process, I can smile through gritted teeth, and play nice, and there are some serious risks of violence involved in that choice. So I'm going with turning this ward upside down making you and your boss' job and life so unmanageable that he will write whatever he has to write to get rid of me" House finished speaking to the woman.

Another nurse came up and spoke; he ignored her and only flashed a close-mouthed smile in Doctor Beasely's way. In response she did as well.

He couldn't take this, the guy Alvie, yeah he would officially go insane if he had to deal with this kid as his new roommate. "I need to request a new room," he yelled knocking on the glass of where the doctors and nurses were, no one was answering though. It didn't help much that the little pest was following him.

They were ignoring him, just fucking perfect. He turned and glanced to the man now known as 'Alvie'. He was talking a mile a minute, proving he did need medication for his manic depression.

He glanced past the younger man in front of him to catch sight of a piano near the back corner of the room, as he limped that way a loud thump echoed though the room and one of the patients started to yell in frustration. He silently watched as a nurse ran to see what was wrong with the man. His blue eyes glazed slightly while he watched the man writhing on the ground obviously attracting attention the more he thrashed about. Alvie had relayed the man's real and nickname quickly. Immediately knowing that the name that everyone called him, 'Hal', stood for what medication he desired; Haldol.

For a moment longer he watched, it was like a car crash or fire. Something destructive that one had to watch. He was only human, and all humans looked for the oddities to stare at in amazement. It was partly why he only took certain cases; the odd ones were always the most interesting.

He turned and went to lift the cover of the piano; locked.

"We can't play that they keep it locked up, I wish we could but at the same time you can imagine how annoying that could be. Crazy people playing on it all the time, we would never get any peace, come on I wanna introduce you to everybody" Alvie spoke quickly, hyped up from being back in the hospital.

He rolled his eyes but followed the man who basically jogged over to the center of the room and pointed out various people to him. All while he concentrated on looking at the rest of the room. House's blue eyes glanced at the pale white washed walls. The faded look made the atmosphere cloud with fogginess.

"Yo yo House" Alvie spoke up from beside him. Immediately raising a hand to wave it in front of his face to check to see if his new friend was still with them.

One could never be sure in a Psychiatric Hospital.

He could really go for a Vicodin right about now. Eyeing the younger man he reached out to grab the arm that continued to wave in front of his view. Immediately the motion was halted "Stop that" he stated calmly.

"Alright man" Alvie spoke reaching with his other had to pluck House's hand from his arm not caring that there was probably anger motivating the move. "This is the group," he stated motioning a few of the people out to him.

He glanced to the odd people who shyly stood around while Alvie had no limit to his emotions. He quickly introduced the people to him and even spoke to the people saying that 'this is my new roommate House' it made him cringe ever so slightly.

This wasn't a place for him; he was a lot more normal than these people standing around. Even when he was seeing Amber.

He paused when thinking about Wilson's dead lover, sure he hallucinated her but it meant nothing. It wasn't too bizarre to see someone who was dead. Right?

"Hey House" Alvie replied again shaking him to gain his attention. "Don't think too much otherwise they're gonna think something else is wrong with you" he spoke quickly.

"Nothing's wrong with me in the first place," he stated bored already and slightly annoyed from being held against his will in ward six.

Alvie got excited "Me either, but try telling them that" he motioned to the area that the nurses and doctors were. They were secured in their safe room, away from the 'crazies'. "They've kept this one girl here for years, I say nothing's wrong with her. She could function on her own but they won't have it" Alvie stated looking around for a moment to see if people were paying attention to their conversation. "I heard her family put her in like when she was a teenager" he stated as though it was some secret.

House examined the younger guy, wondering why he was telling him about some girl. "Your point?" he asked exasperated by the whole experience so far.

Alvie continued to speak "I had met her a few times, she's been in and out of the system for years. She was normal at the beginning, last time I talked to her though…" he paused for a moment. "She used to be happy, able to talk to everyone, tell stories. Now she's so quiet." He finished explaining to House about the girl that he knew.

It was unlike him but he was curious about the girl even though he was trying to break out of the place. "Where is she now?" he questioned Alvie, knowing that the hyperactive guy would know something else about her from how he talked about this woman.

"Hold up" Alvie stated turning around to look at some of the people that he knew "Ya'll know if Gome's still here?"

He met with quiet stares and odd looks; a small frail woman spoke quietly though. House looked at the bandages on her arms and knew what was wrong with her; she was suicidal.

"They took her away earlier" She was quiet as she explained about the girl that Alvie was talking about. "She transferred back here about two days ago," she explained. Her emotionless voice continued to clarify a little more "After they heard her telling stories they took her away so she could spend time alone".

House listened to the rest of the patients spoke more about this girl that was currently under lockdown. His eyes caught Dr. Beasley as she stepped into the larger room from where she had been obviously ignoring him when he tried to get her attention earlier.

"Group time everyone," she announced gathering several of the patients gently. "Greg this means you as well" she eyed him almost to challenge him. When he said nothing she turned around to direct the nurses who had brought in different chairs aside from the wooden ones they already had in the group area.

He stared for a moment longer before limping over to the rest of the people who dragged chairs to make a circle. House watched as Alvie took his chair over to the rest of the group, he just followed and grabbed it before the younger guy could sit down "I'm crippled you can get another" he stated sitting down in it and reaching for his thigh.

"Right right" he stated not at all affected about the way he was treated.

Once everyone was ready and sitting, he let his blue eyes skim the small group. Of course not all of the patients were going to be in this particular group, which he immediately found himself jealous of those who continued to quietly play or stare out the window to freedom.

"We have two new people joining us in the ward" Dr. Beasley spoke looking towards Alvie and House "I think you all know Alvie" she stated motioning to the hyperactive man.

"Thank you thank you!" He said as he rambled on as though he was accepting some award. He rolled his eyes at his new roommate.

Then she introduced him, of course by calling him by his first name. Not that he hated his given name, but to these people he would rather them call him by 'House'. He quickly spoke a comment to the rest to satisfy their interest. As several of the people around the group started to speak he dwelled on his previous thought. The name 'House' was reserved for those who played a large part in his life. People who really knew him for who he was, not the persona that he had up sometimes.

As some of the people spoke around the group he noticed their problems: Claustrophobia, the suicide girl, paranoid guy, eating disorder. As he pointed out the people he noticed Dr. Beasley start to get aggravated at him, maybe he could get out of the ward earlier than he originally thought.

As the girl who was suicidal spoke up he pointed fun at her. It was a serious subject; he knew that. After being reprimanded about bringing up the subject he knew he had to push it. "Gosh if I had broken a rule on the first day I will kill myself" he stressed.

Calmly Dr. Beasley dismissed the group and he knew that he had won the battle. Possibly the war.

"You know you're not the first uncooperative patient on this floor" her voice was kind even though he knew she was pissed at him.

House grew curious, something about the sentence stood out to him. He found himself thinking of the woman that Alvie and some of the other patients were gossiping about. Maybe he would be able to get his chance to meet her later on, find out what was wrong with her. "Is there a club?" he questioned the blond, his sarcasm getting the better of him.

"Yes" she answered standing up from her chair "come with me to the clubhouse". Her hand moved out and motioned to continue onward.

Then he knew that he had not yet won the war.

An hour later his timeout was over and he exited from room 232 a lot less tired than he was. Naps were truly the best thing to have in a day's time, even if one had to suffer through time out. The nurse who had let him out, and handed him back his cane led him down the hallway out to the area where they had group earlier. Only the woman who refused to talk was still sitting there alone.

"The rest are outside for recreation time" the man replied motioning to the opposite door that would lead to the fresh air.

He frowned as he stepped past the man to edit through the doorway. As he stepped out he glanced at the stairs that he would need to climb down. It always had to be stairs. His eyes skimmed the yard that the rest of the patients were, his view only slightly blocked from the chain link fence that they had around for God knows what. It was just more safety precautions to stop no one from doing anything.

House slowly made his way down the stairs, his thigh aching from the stress; his eyes caught the few patients that he had already met. Some hanging around while most playing basketball like Alvie was doing.

"House! House", speak of the Devil.

He rolled his eyes as Alvie surrendered his basketball to someone else who had wanted to play. The man jogged over to greet him "Thought they'd never let ya out" he commented. Way too excited to see his new roommate again.

"Yeah" House commented not knowing what else to say to Alvie. Maybe he was still out of it; he had just woken up from a pretty deep nap after all.

Alvie turned around for a moment, almost to scan the yard. "Gome!" He shouted all of a sudden, looking towards all the plant life near the back of the small courtyard. "You gotta meet my friend House" he continued to be loud, earning some looks from patients.

His deep blue eyes focused at the people around the yard, trying to pick out the woman that Alvie was trying to get him to meet. Several people looked their direction, making it that much more difficult to figure out where the girl was. There was a black haired woman sitting by the flowers, her back was turned away from everyone else. She looked past her shoulder and her waist length hair swayed with the eased motion. A section of her hair was lying over her shoulder so it hid part of her face. Even though she sat outside, probably from being in and out of hospitals, her skin was extremely pale, but not enough to be considered sickly.

Her frame was a little too thin, and her grey plaid button-up shirt hung on her loose enough to emphasize her lighter weight. Faded jeans and sneakers dressed her lower half, probably getting dirty from her sitting on the grass by the rest of the flowers. Her right hand was softly caressing a peach colored flower, almost longingly.

His blue eyes connected with hers, he couldn't tell her eye color from so far away. He could tell that her eyes were very haunting; no one could forget such a deep and knowledgeable look. A small smile graced her lips and it made him wonder what was wrong with her.

"She's pretty cool" Alvie stated softly motioning him to follow towards the girl "bit odd though". All while they passed she continued to stare at him making him annoyed, and partly uncomfortable. The rest of the patients and people who worked at the ward ignored them as they went to the girl known as 'Gome'.

"This is my new roommate House" Alvie stated sitting down by her, obviously comfortable with her presence.

Blue.

Her eyes were blue now that he could see them, and they captivated his attention. Not in the sense of something romantic, but in a way that he could tell everything about her without telling anything at the same time.

For instance, she had seen death.

"Hi" her voice chimed out, calmness behind her words "Kagome Higurashi". Her hand stuck out into the air, drifting away from the flower that she had been paying attention to instead to greet him.

House stared at her hand for long enough that she cocked her head to the side and just lowered her arm accepting he wouldn't greet her. He was too busy trying to figure out what was wrong with her to worry about what she thought of his first impression. Her lower arms were visible ruling out any sort of suicide or cutting, but there were always other places to self-mutilate. Paranoia was out as well; she seemed comfortable enough around new people. An eating disorder was also less likely as well; even though she was thin it wasn't enough to be considered as malnourishment.

Unless he talked to her he wasn't going to find out any more about why she was here. "You're Japanese" he replied dropping his cane to the ground and opting to sit instead of stand.

As he situated into a different position she spoke "Yes". Her voice sounded sure of herself, but it still echoed softness.

His back leaned against the bark of one of the trees. Alvie tapped his hands on his pulled up knees, creating a soft beat. Which earned him an odd look from House.

The three were quiet for a long moment, Alvie making the only noise among them with his tapping. Kagome had resorted to looking at the greenery again and House glared at Dr. Beasley from across the yard.

"Gome" Alvie spoke grabbing her attention "you need to tell House one of your stories". His comment came out quick and she looked to him, a bit skeptical of his suggestion. "Man" he continued looking towards House "she's a wiz with storytellin' like someone who could spit rhymes; she's that good".

He studied as the girl gave a small smile to the younger man. "I don't think that's a good idea" her voice replied, sadness lacing the words. Immediately House picked up on the connection with her and her stories. "Sorry" she directed the comment to him.

House continued to stare at her while she held her gaze in his direction. "I doubt it would be that harmful". It wasn't like he was interested but he was more curious as to why the doctors there did not approve of her specific stories. He was curious of the subject matter.

"You want to hear one?" she asked House looking at him skeptically. Almost wondering if he was the kind to want to sit and listen to her talk.

He looked to her, his eyes closing a bit trying to get a different perspective of the girl. "Sure" he commented sitting back and crossing his arms. It was only going to be use to him, information was always useful.

Kagome looked from the ground to Dr. Beasley who was sitting on the bench watching the continued basketball game. She moved her body so her face would be away from the blond woman. "A short one" she commanded looking towards Alvie then to House, her gaze holding his eyes for a little longer. Almost as though she was trying to figure him out like he was to her.

Her eyes closed and her head tilted down a bit almost looking like she had fallen asleep for a moment. "Please do not tell the people who work here" her voice was soft making sure no one could hear them.

Making sure she was sitting next to them and not across from the two men she started to unravel her story as she opened her eyes once more. "There was a temple known as Kishu Dojoji. Hundreds of years ago a priest known as Anchin lived there" she set up the story for the two men.

"After a long journey he happened to stop at a home of the landlord Kiyotsugu while he tried to return home to Dojoji. He was asked to spend the night since dusk was falling and he was tired from the traveling he had done" her voice was soft as she told the tale. "Even though his heart yearned for the temple's peacefulness and the soft chanting of the sutras, he decided to take the landlord's offer and retired to his room".

Kagome brought her hands together in her lap and glanced around to see if they were gaining any unwanted attention. "As he sat in meditation, Kiyohime, the landlord's daughter saw him. She had then went to find her father to ask about this mysterious man,' Father' she had asked him 'who is that stranger?' Without giving it much thought her father only laughed and jokingly told her 'That is Anchin, the priest of Kishu Dojoi, who will be your husband one day'.

Kagome smiled at Alvie who seemed focused in the story. House didn't give any sense that he had been interested in the tale. "Whereas the landlord was joking, Kiyohime did not take it as a joke. She was so serious that she had gone to Anchin's room where he was now asleep and gently climbed into the best with him. Instantly he awoken now staring at the girl in his bed, he then asked who she was".

She unclasped her hands and reached up to touch her long black hair that fell over her shoulder "She then spoke 'I am Kiyohime, and you are my husband' and she would not hear anything else that he would say. Anchin was not drawn to Kitohime, either in soul, or body. In the morning he bid her farewell and left for his temple leaving the words 'I shall return, Kiyohime'. As time passed he returned to the temple and forgot of the landlord's daughter".

House listened as she recited the tale, if any other told the same story they would pale in comparison to hers. It wasn't just the words that escaped; it was the way she placed emotion into each word, making the characters come alive.

"Back at the landlords home, Kiyohime waited for her love to return to her. Time passed and the seasons changed, flowers that had once bloomed died with the frost that came. She continued to wait until her joy turned to that of despair. Then when he had yet to return she knew that Anchin had forgot her. That despair then morphed to a deep burning hate that consumed her body, it continued to burn until it turned her spirit and soul to a snake". Her voice changed that to match the story that she told, a little harsh and grainy.

"Now as a snake her spirit traveled across water and land to reach Dojoji. Anchin was in the temple and had seen the snake, knowing that it was Kiyohime coming to exact revenge on him for leaving her behind." Kagome grew quiet and moved herself into a different position, getting more comfortable before continuing.

"Anchin fled to the great bell of the temple to hide from Kiyohime. The spirit of her wound itself around the weeping bell and burned until it consumed what was in the bell and the bell itself. It then passed away, some think into the river Kidaka near the temple." Before either of the men could speak she continued with her tale, for it was not over yet.

"For four hundred years the temple had no bell. One was made for it though, and was brought to the temple to be installed. As it was being moved a dancing girl appeared, she threw herself at the large bell and vanished without a trace almost like she was swallowed by the item." She glanced to the people around them, all enjoying their yard time separately. "From that time on, the bell never rang even as the bells of other temples did, but instead it wailed and howled a terrible voice. Each time it rung disaster struck, then it was decided that the bell should be taken down then buried".

"The souls of Kitohime and Anchin would eventually find rest. It would not happen for another two hundred years though. Toyotomi Hideyoshi ordered the bell to be dug up and taken to a shrine located in Myomanji. In this shrine the Emperor Asoka of India enshrined ashes of Sakyamuni Buddha. The sounds of the Lotus sutra chanted by monks of this shrine, and brought peace to the souls of Kiyohime and Anchin" Kagome went to conclude her tale.

"The bell remains in Myomanji even to this very day" she commented, at the two looks of the men she sighed a longingly puff of air "Kiyohime was not a villainess but to paint a sensitive picture of a woman tormented by her love, and an unfeeling rejection from one to whom she considered herself bound."

She was quiet as she let the two men take in her tale. "Wow" Alvie was the first to speak up "that was a really good one" he stated elbowing House in the ribs "wasn't it?" he asked.

House looked at Kagome, her eyes full of such emotion he could tell that reciting the lore took an emotional toll on her "It was eloquently performed" he complimented.

Kagome let a soft smile escape as she looked towards where Dr. Beasley started to gather the people to go up for art (for those who had it). "Thank you," she commented as she stood, "I am afraid I have to be going though".

House got to see her finally stand, and he had assumed that she was much taller than she actually was. When Alvie quickly said goodbye she only nodded in response and went to walk over to the few people who had to go to art therapy.

"She's a bit crazy but still nice as ever, at least for those who are willing and want to listen to her lore" Alvie stated watching as the girl quietly walked up the stairs to go back inside.

He rubbed his thigh almost unconsciously "I fail to see how she is crazy, a bit depressed from what I can see though" House commented looking up to see a sway of black hair from the open doorway before she walked completely inside.

"Oh" Alvie stated, "she thinks all her lore is true and stuff" his comment grabbed Houses attention. "Maybe not all but I've heard many stories where she thinks she knows characters in her stories personally, some she thinks exists like demons or spirits".

House glanced to Alvie from the corner of his eye "Well that's different".

"That's not the whole part of it either" his voice got more enthused. "I know bits and pieces, but from what I've heard for just over three years of her life she had this wild story were she met demons and saved the world. One day she woke up and told her family about it, of course they had no clue what she was talking about. I guess moved here from Japan and the last decade and a half she has been getting help."

He looked to the younger man and smirked to himself, a girl who had a Delusional Disorder. It wasn't some crappy delusion either, but she believed an entire other world existed. Maybe he would have some fun here.