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The Lucky Ones
By Terri Botta
Disclaimer: I don’t own
Inuyasha. Sole copyright belongs to Viz and Rumiko Takashi. I’m poor so don’t
sue.
Rating: R for later chapters.
Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome,
Miroku/Sango
Summary: Sometimes Fate hands
you a gift you never thought you’d ever get, and it’s up to you to accept it
for what it is.
Feedback to:
tci100@psu.edu
Website: http://www.wordsmiths.net/Botta
This story was originally posted on Media
Miner and FF.net. FF.net has axed it so it is only on Media Miner and my
wordsmiths website (and here).
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Chapter One
Higurashi
Kagome rubbed her neck and sighed, taking a break from her studies. She looked
around her and found Inuyasha lying in that boneless way only he seemed to be
able to manage, and suppressed a smile. Even though she had been with him for
almost two years, there were still things about him that she never tired of.
Sitting in Kaede’s hut and enjoying each other’s quiet company was one of them.
He noticed her movement immediately
and turned golden eyes her way.
“Done
already?” he asked.
She shook
her head. “Not yet. Just… my neck is stiff.”
< He moved
behind her and lifted her hair, his talented fingers finding the muscle knots
and dispatching them with ruthless efficiency.
“Baka. It’s
because you sit all scrunched up,” he scolded gently, rubbing her neck.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm,”
she groaned, and didn’t have to look at him to know that he was blushing. “I do
it just so you’ll rub my neck just like that.”
“Feh,” was
all he said, but he didn’t stop and she was fine with that.
After so
long together, he knew her pretty well, and his fingers moved unerringly across
her skin. He was well familiar with the usual culprits: two lumps on either
side of the base of her neck that needed special attention from the pads of his
thumbs. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back to his shoulder as he
worked on them, relaxing under his tender touch and letting her mind wander.
Two years.
She’d be seventeen soon. She wondered if she could convince Inuyasha to let her
stay in her time for a whole week as a birthday present. Maybe he’d even come
and spend a couple of days at the house, and they’d have some quiet time there.
Gods knew they could use a little down-time from hunting for shards. Inuyasha
would never admit it, but he did get tired and often she had to play the ‘weak
human’ in order to get him to rest.
Hunting for
shards, however, was what kept them together. Or rather, that was the reason
the both of them gave for her constant time travel. They had to find the shards
and complete the Shikon no Tama… for the second time. At least this time around
Naraku was dead. Although, it would have been nice if he hadn’t shattered his
almost completed jewel in a final resounding ‘fuck you’ to the ones who killed
him, and sent the shards once again flying all over Feudal Japan, but one
couldn’t have everything.
In truth, she was glad of it
because she really hadn’t known what was going to happen after the jewel was
completed. Would Inuyasha have chosen to become a full youkai? Would Kikyou
have come to claim her former lover’s life? Would the well have sealed and cut
her off from her second family forever? In the end, Naraku smashing the jewel
actually did her a favor, and she was oddly grateful in a ‘damn I am sure glad
the bastard’s dead but at least I still have The Quest’ kind of way.
So yes, Naraku was dead and burned
to an ashen crisp- his remains scattered to the four winds, courtesy of Kagura
who turned out to be an unlikely ally. Who actually killed him was still a
matter of contention with both Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha claiming responsibility
for destroying their hated enemy. Inuyasha boasted loudly that Tessaiga and her
Kongousouha had dealt the killing blow, but Sesshoumaru, in his typical style
had responded with what amounted to a very narcissistic ‘in your dreams, whelp’
and claimed Toukijin had sliced the evil hanyou to pieces. For Kagome, she
really didn’t care who killed Naraku, only that he was dead, dead, dead, but
knowing Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha, they’d probably be coming to blows over it
for centuries. To be honest, Kagome secretly suspected that Naraku’s death had
less to do with the attacks of the two brothers, and more to do with the baby
Kagura had skewered when she thought no one was looking, but she was wisely
staying out of it.
With Naraku gone, shard hunting was
somewhat more relaxed, which was a good thing because- miracles of miracles-
she had
passed the high school entrance exams and was now entering her second year.
Jii-chan had finally gotten wise and arranged for Kagome to be declared a
special case, diagnosing her with some long term disease that amounted to her
being allowed to continue the majority of her studies at home- or in Kaede’s
hut as was usually the case. She just had to show up twice a month to get her
assignments and also to take the exams, but other than that, if she wasn’t in
school, it didn’t count against her. With the pressure off- in both her world
and in the Sengoku Jidai- her grades improved and no one complained about her
attendance anymore.
As for the other members of their
group, Miroku and Sango had married shortly after Naraku’s defeat. With Naraku
dead, Miroku’s Kazanna thankfully disappeared, leaving him free to contemplate
a full and long life, and he made good on his proposal to the young taijiya.
They, along with Sango’s little brother Kohaku and Shippo, lived in Kaede’s
village and went along on the shard hunts- at least for now. They were
expecting their first child that summer.
All in all, life was good. Her
studies were going well, the time slip still allowed her to travel between
worlds, she still had purpose and felt useful, she still learned herbalism from
Kaede, and she was still able to be with Inuyasha- whom she still loved with an
intensity that frightened her sometimes.
If there were any downsides to
things, it was probably that Kikyou was still undead and still wandering
around. Every now and then she’d rear her poker face and prove that Inuyasha
was still very much her dog. He’d go unstable at the first sight of her
Shinidama-chuu, and Kagome knew there was no helping it. He would go off and
she would try to forgive him. Usually, though, she’d get irritated and ‘sit’
him a few times just to remind him that she could. It was either that or take
Sango’s suggestion and push him off a cliff so he couldn’t walk- preferably on
the night of the New Moon to ensure maximum damage. But she couldn’t blame him,
not really. She’d long ago come to terms with the fact that Kikyou still held
part of Inuyasha’s heart- whether it was nostalgia or guilt or a bit of both,
the undead miko still held a great deal of sway over the hanyou and there was
nothing she could do about it.
What bothered Kagome was that
Kikyou knew it and used it, breezing into Inuyasha’s life at odd intervals to
yank his leash and remind him that he was responsible for her death. It was
especially troublesome because Kagome suspected that Kikyou really didn’t want
Inuyasha, and would probably not know what to do with him if she ever did take
him. They were drastically different people from the two young lovers they had
been 52 years ago- the whole undead thing notwithstanding. Kikyou had made some
seriously questionable decisions regarding Naraku and the Shikon no Tama; and
Inuyasha was no longer the outcast hanyou looking for somewhere to belong.
Whenever they were together these days, she had noticed that the two of them
were trying less and less to recapture what they had shared, and she hoped that
meant that they were beginning to realize that they had outgrown each other and
their “love.”
Kagome also questioned the purity
of Kikyou’s “love,” and wondered if what she and the hanyou had shared all
those years ago had actually been love or if had just been mutual need. She
doubted either of them had really known what love was. Back then, Inuyasha had
been bitter, insolent, and distrustful, but lonely. And Kikyou had been weary
of the suffering she was forced to endure and wanted to be a normal woman. The
two of them had come together in a strange relationship full of contradiction
and mistrust. Neither fully accepted the other, and both were full of hate.
They were easy targets for Naraku, a pair of veritable sitting ducks.
Kagome hoped and prayed that
Inuyasha now knew better about love. She had tried to show him that true love
never asked someone else to become something they weren’t, or to make huge
sacrifices in order to “prove” their love. She took every opportunity to
reinforce that she at the very least liked him as he was, and he would never
need to change in order to gain her approval. She often hoped that Kikyou was
learning the same lessons that Inuyasha was learning about the nature of love,
and wished it would help the undead miko find some kind of peace. If Kikyou
could find peace, it was likely that she’d release Inuyasha from his tether and
free him to be with her. She knew that Inuyasha’s promise to Kikyou was the
single biggest thing keeping him from committing himself to her, and she
dreaded the day Kikyou came to collect on the promise.
If anything, the biggest comfort
Kagome had was that the Shikon no Tama wasn’t complete so Kikyou had no
reason to take it, and Inuyasha. She didn’t know what she would do if Kikyou
came to redeem her claim on Inuyasha’s life. The hanyou was her whole world,
and it would destroy her if he were taken away. She knew this, just as surely
as she knew it would destroy him. The strain of being forced to choose between
the two women he carboutbout would probably do him serious damage, which was
why Kagome had never demanded it of him. Besides, if she made that demand, what
made her any better than Kikyou who almost dragged a helpless Inuyasha to Hell?
Above all things, she wanted Inuyasha to live and be happy. She wanted there to
be good times between them, and she wanted to see him smile. And, in the
darkness of the night when Inuyasha slept nearby, she admitted that she wanted
to spend the rest of her life by his side.
All of them had been at Miroku and
Sango’s wedding, which had been a lovely ceremony that still made Kagome’s
heart warm to remember it. She had dreams of her own wedding- usually in Hawaii
or some other tropical setting… she’d wear a beautiful dress and have flowers
in her hair, they’d hold the ceremony at sunset to catch the dying light on the
beach, the colors would reflect in Inuyasha’s golden eyes… But then reality
would set in and she figured she’d probably marry in her family’s shrine, and
spend the majority of her wedding night coaxing a nervous virgin hanyou out of
the God Tree. So much for romantic fantasies.
“Oi. You’re
brooding again,” Inuyasha’s voice said, breaking her out of her thoughts.
She opened
her eyes to look up at him and gave him a soft smile. “Just thinking.”
“Well, stop
thinking. Whatever it is it’s making you all tense again,” he complained,
rubbing at her neck again.
“Sorry.
I’ll try to s”
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