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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Ten: On a Roll
Even though Kagome had been breathing steadily with no interruptions the entire night and part of the morning, he didn’t relax until she opened her eyes. Long having regained his half-demon form, Inuyasha smiled down at her, so happy that she was alive he couldn’t even begin to express himself in words. While she blinked and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, he bundled her up, fixing a blanket so that soon she was wrapped up tight, like his own little thoroughly swaddled baby in a little papoose. Yawning, she kept one questioning eye open. He ignored her and picked her up. In her condition, she could not ride on his back like she normally did, so he’d have to carry her this way. It was nice, he supposed, though certainly not as efficient. At least he could see her face.
He’d come up with a plan during the long hours he’d waited for her to wake, too afraid to move her lest she begin shaking again and really leave this earth. They’d go away, go to a place Sesshomaru couldn’t hurt her. The car he’d leave behind, not knowing if it was bugged or traceable or even wired to explode. He couldn’t be too paranoid, too careful. Not when it concerned Kagome.
“We’re going to my parents’ house,” he explained as she started to wriggle. However much he hated his father, he needed the man on his side.
“But I have to pee!” Kagome explained, still mostly asleep.
He growled. “That can wait. We need to get moving now.”
Holding Kagome with one hand, keeping her balanced against his hip, he shoved open their largest bedroom window. Taking a sniff and not smelling or sensing anything out of the ordinary, he clawed apart the screen, leaping out in one movement. Thankfully, Kagome did not scream, although she did look incredibly confused. It made him laugh, seeing her little face all scrunched up and quickly becoming more alert, and he suddenly felt lighthearted. They were going to make it. Kagome was alive, Kagome was fine, she had saved her own life and therefore his.
“Wait, what are we doing?” Kagome called to him as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop.
“We’re visiting my parents,” he called back, knowing the wind was making it hard for her to hear him. As an afterthought, he added, “I haven’t seen them in over twenty years.”
The girl in his arms nodded, and then her eyes went wide. “Wait, did you say twenty years?! How old are you?!”
He almost came to a stop. If the situation was less urgent, he would have. As it was, he merely stumbled and continued at a faster pace than before.
“Uh, didn’t I tell you?” he asked, knowing it was already too late for lies. At the glare she gave him, he sighed and said, “Okay, okay. I’m seventy-five...”
“Even older than my grandfather…” she whispered to herself, but he could still hear. With a sigh, she fixed her eyes on him again, looking only mildly annoyed. “We’re going to have a long talk after I pee.”
Inuyasha laughed aloud. The only reason he had not told her was because he feared she would not want to be with him, although now he saw how stupid that was. Were it anyone else, they probably would have been screaming by now, disgusted they had let an old man touch them, but only Kagome loved him enough to just roll her eyes and continue to wish for a bathroom. As the sun rose higher in the sky and buildings gave way to fields and forests, Inuyasha breathed deeper, swearing he could smell his mother. After a while, a building came into sight, and Inuyasha rushed towards it, subtly shaking an again slumbering Kagome awake.
The house he had grown up in was massive and ancient, sprawling over a huge section of land. It had once been a palace, his father’s, where he had kept court. Those imperial days were over, though, and the place was used only for his family and whatever guests they had at the time. As he drew near the front doors, which were twice his height but still smaller than he remembered, he began to feel scared. To him, his father was an even more frightening version of Sesshomaru, but nevertheless, he would hope the ancient demon would intervene since there was a human girl involved.
The door knocker was solid bronze in the shape of a snarling dog’s head, complete with metallic gobs of saliva coming from between the fangs. It was realistic and hellish, something he had been afraid of as a child, always closing his eyes and clinging to his mother’s hand when he was forced to pass it. After setting Kagome on her feet, he grasped the metal circle in its maw firmly, hitting it against the door a half dozen times. Once this business was taken care of, he’d make some suggestions about them getting a doorbell, though he had no doubt it would be ignored, just like everything else he said.
It wasn’t too long before he heard the telltale scurrying, and then the doors opened, revealing a petite girl of about Kagome’s height and right around her age. Her face was doll-like in its delicacy. Inuyasha grimaced. He had been hoping for a servant to answer, but it would appear luck was not always on his side.
“Mother,” he said formally, bowing his head. “I must speak with Father. Please allow us entrance.”
Kagome, oblivious to the tension of the scene playing out before her, yawned loudly, covering her mouth with one hand. The blanket fell from her shoulders to reveal her very pregnant belly and Inuyasha cringed. Izayoi gasped, her eyes going wide as they looked back and forth from her prodigal son to the girl who looked like she was about to burst. Small hands going to cover her mouth, her large violet eyes filled with tears and she threw herself at Inuyasha, embracing him with all her might. Too choked up to speak much, for which he was thankful, she merely led him inside by the hand, and he dragged a still yawning Kagome with him.
“I’ll g-go and get your f-father,” she said tearily, sniffling. “He’ll be s-so happy!”
Inuyasha snorted as she scurried away. As if.
Kagome leaned her head on his shoulder, one hand on her stomach. “Who was that?”
“My mom,” he explained, kissing the top of her head and putting an arm around her. He had to have her close.
“Why is your mom younger than you?” she asked. “She’s like my age, maybe even younger!”
Letting out a small laugh, he said, “My parents met about two-hundred years ago. Things were a little different back then.”
“Not too different,” Kagome said slyly, a grin present in her voice.
He nodded. “Not for us, I guess.”
“Where’s the bathroom?”
Inuyasha led her to the nearest restroom, the one that had last been updated in the 1940’s. Getting a quick glimpse of the inside, he saw even the décor was the same, with the striped green and gold wallpaper peeling on the ends, the powder his mother had used before the use of modern deodorant caught on still in its decorative porcelain container on the counter to the right of the sink.
“My baby!” Izayoi exclaimed, running to him from the end of the hall. A ragged sob was released from her throat and then she was holding him again, petting his head just as she used to do when he was a child, even though now he towered over her by about a foot. “Your father will see you now in his study, and then we can have lunch and you can introduce me to your mate!”
He shook his head, twitching his ears away from where she tried to grasp them. “She’s not my mate, she’s my wife. Please feed her and keep her from coming in.”
Hands clasped together, the look on her face hurt, his mother said, “Why are you scared, Inuyasha?”
The half-demon just closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all she could see was resolve. “I’m going to see Toga now. Kagome will be hungry. She likes potato salad a lot.”
And with that, he left, his steps quickening when he heard the flushing of the toilet. He knew his wife would be angry he’d left her all alone with his mother with no notice or preparation, but he needed her to be occupied while he addressed his father. The hall he stomped through on his way to the study was dark, the carpeting a dark blue with the walls the same. Portraits hung every foot or so, all of them of the demon he was going to see in various outfits, poses, and eras. He and his mother weren’t in any of them, nor was Sesshomaru. They’d never had a portrait together, though there were some pictures, mostly of his mother, contained in the office.
The door was slightly open and Inuyasha pushed it open further with his hand, not nudging it with his foot like he’d do normally. This was important, and he had to remain on his best behavior, as his father had always commanded. The demon knew they were there; Inuyasha hadn’t been trying to be stealthy. Their voices and scents announced their presence, as well as his mother’s loud and enthusiastic welcoming. The large, mostly wooden room was made bright by the giant window letting the sun in. Inuyasha held back a scowl, remembering all the times he had stared into the window while playing outside, wishing his father would come and play with him, maybe even just speak to him. True, his mother was usually with him and he had many toys, but that was it. His father was cold and ignored him, unless he felt he needed to be corrected, meaning relentlessly criticized.
“Inuyasha,” his father nodded in greeting, looking away from his laptop for a split second. His hair was long and a lighter silver than either of his son’s, seeming to glow even in the sunlight, eclipsing it where he sat. Eons old, he appeared to be in his mid-to-late thirties. For just a second, the son wondered if the man had even known he’d been gone.
“Father,” he nodded back, his tone cold and formal. “I’ve come to seek protection.”
Toga looked back at him in alarm. Protection was a very serious request. It meant one was losing a war and had come to ask for an alliance. Nine times out of ten, it meant somebody would die. When one sought protection, talking it out was no longer an option.
“What has happened that you would ask such a drastic thing of me?”
Kneeling down, humbling the pride inside of him that fought back at such an act, Inuyasha continued with forced formality, “I come before you not as your son, but as a subject. I renounced my heritage long ago; you know that. I ask only for the sake of my wife, Kagome. Sesshomaru has attempted to murder her, and while he is your heir, I believe he went too far, even for someone of such a status.”
His face a mask of pleasant calm, Toga said, “And what exactly has Sesshomaru done? Give me the details.”
Clenching his jaw, Inuyasha decided enough was enough. He wanted to rip the condescending half smile off his sire’s face.
“Made your other son into his bitch all his life and poisoned the only thing that made him want to go on living,” he hissed. In the moment, he hated the man before him more than the man who had ruined him. The pure rage he felt eclipsed the sickening shame dully pounding throughout his solar plexus. He’d always imagined it would be worse to actually admit out loud to what Sesshomaru did than to keep letting his older brother keep abusing him, and in a way it was, but there was also a feeling of liberation. No one could ignore it if he didn’t allow them. “Since I was a child, Father, getting me alone and doing things that made me want to die. And I was always, always alone.” His throat tight, he decided to stop.
There was a pause. Inuyasha was afraid to look up. And then, “Why did you not say anything before?”
Clearing his throat as quietly as he could, the half-demon retained a scowl. At first, he had thought his father knew. All his life, he had believed the powerful demon had known everything going on in the world, not to say his own home. And if he didn’t know? That was somehow even worse. That meant he was as really and truly alone as he had always felt. His mother was human and could not sense or smell or hear the way he could. If he told her, that would only endanger her life. But his father, that demon without peers, should be able to hear and smell anything going on in his house. True, he spent most of the time in his study or at work or with his mother on the opposite end of the house from where Sesshomaru’s old room was. True, the vast structure they called home had been built by demons for demons in such a way that sounds and smells were reduced to nearly nothing if one was not in the room. But still. If he was any kind of parent at all, he should have noticed.
And Sesshomaru had always been the favorite. Born three hundred years before him, the man had fought and worked alongside his father for many lifetimes. They were more friends and business associates than father and son. Toga always compared him to Sesshomaru, making him out to be the ideal son, telling Inuyasha to stand up straighter, speak quieter, listen more attentively like his brother. The memory made him sick to this very day.
“Because he is your heir,” was his only response.
He felt the clawed hand on his shoulder before he even noticed his father had moved. Unable to prevent himself from glancing up, he was taken aback by what he saw on the other man’s face. A deep, deep sorrow warring with hatred. Inuyasha stopped breathing. Had he made a mistake? Had he put Kagome in more danger by bringing them to his family?
“I will support you, Inuyasha,” Toga said, his voice hoarse. “I will fight your war, my son. My only son.”
The embrace Toga pulled him into was fierce and protective, as well as completely unexpected. Inuyasha at first felt disgusted. Now, now when he was grown and no longer a frightened child longing for his parent’s notice, only now did he receive it? It was sick. His father was not supposed to act like this, like a real father. This wasn’t the man he knew. His father was cold and distant, with only a quick smile and a pat on the head at most to spare him before he left for work and then again when he returned home. Stunned, Inuyasha did not know how to react. Struggling to pull himself away, he patted the demon struggling for composure a couple times on the back.
“I need to see Kagome,” he muttered. “She’ll be wondering what’s going on.”
His father nodded. “I have things to take care of as well. Tonight, I will introduce myself to your wife over dinner. Tell your mother to get your old room ready.”
Inuyasha nodded, feeling like a child again, only instead of being choked with misery and sorrow and loneliness, he was filled with hate. The sooner he got back to Kagome, the sooner he would feel normal again. Better than normal.
Bolting down the hall, Inuyasha went to the kitchen, part of him thinking Kagome would already be halfway through with a sandwich by now, knowing her recent habits. But she was not there. The room was upgraded, however, and he felt a pang of loss for the clunky old refrigerator he had played in front of for years, staring at his reflection in its silver surface and pretending it was another boy to play with, a brother who was nice and enjoyed the same games he did. Sniffing, he realized Kagome had been in the room but had left a few minutes ago. Following her invisible trail, he wound up in the living room.
Kagome was on the couch, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Izayoi was kneeling in front of her, whispering to her stomach and rubbing it with a silly grin on her face. Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha picked up the tray of untouched food that had been left forgotten on the coffee table.
“Kagome needs to eat, Mother. She never had breakfast.”
His wife looked up at him gratefully, a smile on her face. Still in her nightgown, she made a pretty picture, resting again the dull beige of the sofa, a burgundy pillow behind her back. Sitting next to her, he held the tray while she took from it, letting her presence soothe him like a balm to his soul.
Sighing, Izayoi sat on Kagome’s other side, her eyes staring at her stomach with longing. “I wish I had other babies,” she said quietly, her eyes filling with tears again. “Inuyasha always begged me for a brother or sister, and I wanted to give him one so badly.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, not wanting to see her cry like she had done most of his childhood. “You couldn’t help it.”
When Kagome looked between them questioningly, Izayoi explained. “Toga and I tried for years to have children, but nothing worked. I miscarried more times than I can remember,” she said softly, her unusual eyes staring off into the past. “And then when I got pregnant with Inuyasha, I decided that failure was not an option. I would rather lose my life than lose another baby. I refused to leave my bed, and Toga was very distraught. But it worked! I got farther along in that pregnancy than in any of my others.” A smile lit up her face. “But then the doctors told me I would die if I continued to carry the child, something about a problem with my womb. Toga demanded that I terminate, but I refused. And I had my baby, my Inuyasha.” Her eyes softened and she reached over to rub his ear. “They removed my womb and ovaries after he was born. Even if I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Kagome looked distinctly green around the gills, her ham sandwich pushed aside. Concealing a smile, Inuyasha put the tray back on the coffee table. At least his mother loved him, had always loved him. But that was never the problem. There was a knock on the door and his mother jumped up, skipping over to the door immediately. He knew it was unkind, but she’d always reminded him of a small dog when she did that. He supposed it made sense. At least she fit in.
“What have you been up to?” Inuyasha asked quietly, putting his arm around Kagome and leaning in to smell her hair. It was amazing how not even a hint of the poisoned scent remained on her.
“Just talking to your mom and telling her about our crazy night,” she said, following it up with a sigh. “She’s been asking how we met. What do I tell her?”
“The truth!” he shot back, somewhat offended. “Well, not the part about me and your mom, but—”
“Fine,” Kagome said, her brow wrinkling in the way it did whenever something reminded her of her family. He did his best not to bring it up, but sometimes it was just unavoidable.
“Inuyasha, time for your check-up!” Izayoi sang out, skipping over back to where they were.
“My what?” he asked, mouth full of the ham sandwich Kagome was no longer interested in.
“Your father brought a doctor,” she explained, and a bony old man suddenly slinked into the room, looking more dead than alive. “We found your old pediatrician! He’s going to check you out, take some samples. Just make sure everything’s okay.”
“My pediatrician?!” he asked, confounded. Shit, the man must be ancient! Kagome began snortgiggling, something she did only when particularly amused and in the presence of elders. Rolling his eyes, he said, “I don’t need to be checked out, Mother. Kagome’s the one who needs help.”
“But you said she was a miko,” Izayoi said. “If she healed herself, she’s fine.”
Meanwhile, the doctor had meandered over, shaking hands outstretched almost alike the manner in which Frankenstein’s monster went about. Before Inuyasha could escape, the deceptively fast man had already grasped his arm, found a vein, and punctured it. With a yelp, he watched the blood drain from him and into the small vial, such a deep red it seemed almost purple.
“We’ll be doing some testing over the next few days. Your case has been prioritized,” the man said, his voice so dry and old-sounding that Inuyasha would not have been surprised if he held cobwebs in his mouth. “For now, do not exchange bodily fluids with anyone. Eat with plastic utensils off of paper plates and take care to dispose of them thoroughly yourself.”
Inuyasha’s eyes went wide. No sex. “We can’t even kiss?!” he burst out, upset. That had been all he’d wanted to do all day!
While Izayoi chuckled, the doctor shook his head. “Not until we are certain the poison has left your system. And you might be in danger as well. It might be slower acting because you are not fully human. Whatever the case, one of my colleagues will be present here until we are sure the danger has passed.”
Inuyasha nodded, again putting his arm around his wife. His mother thanked the doctor and walked him out of the room, chattering away as they went to the door.
“You okay?” Kagome asked, her tired eyes concerned.
He nodded. “I’m okay if you are,” he said, looking her over for any kind of lasting injury.
“Why did your brother do that?” Kagome whispered urgently, her lower lip beginning to tremble. It seemed like it was only just now hitting her. “Are you absolutely positive it was him? I-I can’t believe someone would do that. Not just to me, but to our baby.” Her own words had her crying, and soon she was clinging to him.
“I’ll kill him for that,” he said, his voice hard. “I’ll destroy him for trying to hurt you, for trying to take you from me. I’ll do it for you and for the child I was.”
“What?” Kagome asked, pulling away. Seeing something in his face, she brought a hand up and cupped his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin. “What did he do to you, Inuyasha? You’ve been hurting. Tell me the whole truth, please. You know I love you, so let me understand.”
A tear fell, he couldn’t control it. Never had he wanted her to see him cry, to see him weak. If at least she never thought of him that way, he could go on believing it was true. The look on Kagome’s face was shocked, and she wiped the tear away with her fingertips. He could tell she wanted to kiss him, to comfort him in one of the only ways he found acceptable, but as things were, that would be impossible for quite a while.
“You don’t want to know,” he said. More like he didn’t want her to know. “Just know that this has been going on for a while, with him hurting people and trying to ruin them, and it’s far beyond the time when it should have stopped.” Kagome nodded, her eyes filling with tears for him, crying his tears when he would not allow himself to do so. “I’ll kill him,” he whispered, his voice almost a coo, gentle like he was telling her of his love. “I’ll do it myself, all myself. That way, I can be a person again. I can be a better man.”
He knew now. In order to reclaim his personhood, to move on from the trauma and abuse that had been his life, he’d have to end this himself.
Something in the corner of his vision caught his attention, and he looked out the window, wondering if a deer or something had wandered onto the property again. His mother would love that. One of her greatest pleasures was playing Snow White and collecting a veritable zoo of animals around herself that she’d sing to, much to their displeasure. To her own disappointment, none of them could be trained to do housework, and Toga had finally outlawed bringing wild animals in the house when a possum she had “rescued” escaped and destroyed the sitting room. Remembering the moment fondly, he turned back to tell Kagome. Right before he looked away, however, the animal was back in his sight. Two animals.
Two giant white dogs.
Shooting up to his feet, he only dimly registered Kagome asking in a panicked voice if something was wrong. Before he could take another breath, he joined his brother and father in the large expanse of neatly trimmed grass, ignoring the cries of his mother for him to stop. How dare he. How dare that bastard try and take his revenge from him! Oblivious to his small, humanoid form, Toga and Sesshomaru continued to fight, paws swiping at each other, giant globs of toxic drool oozing from their mouths and scorching the earth where it fell. For just a moment, he felt that old smallness, that feeling of being less than. He had no other form. What he was now was all he would ever be and he could never transform into something big and powerful. Shaking his head, he hardened his resolve and dove into the fray, scratching and biting and throwing punches left and right, not caring which one was his brother since they were both his enemies and always had been.
He didn’t even last two minutes.
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The panicky, chattering voices of his mother and wife brought him back from the darkness where he had been sent. Groaning, he tried to sit up only to immediately fall back onto the soft surface he had been laying on.
“Inuyasha?!” Kagome whispered. It was hard to hear her over the ringing in his ears, but he could make out the tears in her voice. Testing his nose, he found that he could smell them as well. He wanted to ask what was going on, but then he remembered with a flash of pain what had rendered him unconscious.
“Did I get ‘em?” he rasped. Either of them, it didn’t matter anymore. If he had annihilated just one of them, he wouldn’t be the fucking failure everyone thought he was. If he had even seriously injured them, it wouldn’t matter so much that he had been made to be some sort of fucktoy his entire life. It wouldn’t matter so much that he was a shitty fucking husband who only hurt Kagome. It wouldn’t matter so much that he was already a shitty fucking father and his kid wasn’t even born yet. It wouldn’t matter so much because he would have finally succeeded at something and that success would possibly transfer to the other areas of his life and he wouldn’t be such a fucking fuck-up. If he ruined what had ruined him, he would be a different person, the person he was meant to be. The person his family deserved.
“Are you okay?” Kagome asked again, smoothing his hair away from his forehead.
Forcing his eyes open, he squinted, trying to get the world to a place where it wasn’t so goddamn blurry. “How long was I out?” That was the important thing. If he had missed his one chance at saving himself, then he didn’t know what he’d do.
“Only a few minutes,” Izayoi whispered, taking his hand and holding it to her damp cheek. “Don’t you ever scare me like that, Inuyasha! You’re my only child, do you understand? I can’t lose you right after I got you back again!”
Ignoring the sharp stabbing agony in his head, he wrenched away from the women and stumbled to the window, almost falling down immediately due to the unexpected burst of nausea. Blinking rapidly, his vision focused. Sesshomaru and Toga were no longer fighting where they had been before. Flipping the latch with his claw, he pushed open the giant, antique window and leapt outside, nose working overtime trying to pinpoint where on the vast estate they had gone. To his great despair, he soon discovered that tracking them would be nigh on impossible. His ears were still ringing like bell towers and the two full-demons had rolled around everywhere in their fight. Their stench was on everything they had not dissolved. Looking around him, feeling the beginnings of hopelessness in his chest, he saw entire trees uprooted and chunks of earth large enough to be mini-mountains scattered here and there. His one fucking chance and he had been knocked out straight away.
Just as he was about to give up and howl, a pale object in some taller grass near an uprooted tree caught his eye. Curious, he ran over to it, leaping over several dirt piles and various other pieces of debris along the way. Once he was close, he picked it up, almost immediately dropping it back down again in shock.
An arm.
One pale arm. A familiar arm that had touched him in ways that still made him sick and always would. Mind working quickly, he put the pieces together (pun not intended), idly staring at the ragged, stringy flesh where it once had connected. Sesshomaru had been gravely injured before the loss of his limb, hurt badly enough so that he was no longer able to sustain his true form. Toga had dealt him a grave blow, but that didn’t mean it was over yet.
His ears perked up. It wasn’t over yet.
Dashing back to the house, he jumped through the window, intending to go into his father’s office and take from its place of honor in the glass cabinet that had been its home since before his birth the sword that had won his mother. It was obvious to him that he needed a weapon. Yes, he was certainly stronger than most humans and even most demons, but the fight had proven to him that he needed a little something extra.
What he wasn’t counting on, however, was Kagome throwing herself in his path and locking her arms around his knees. Her pregnant stomach was flush against his calves and he stopped so suddenly he nearly fell over.
“Kagome, get the fuck offa me!” he growled dangerously, angry that she was slowing him down and just as angry that she had almost made him hurt her.
“No more fighting!” Kagome sobbed, her words barely clear enough to make out. “They’re going to hurt you and you’ll die and if you die I’ll die too!”
In spite of the urgency pumping through his blood, his heart softened. Kagome was scared, which was understandable. She’d never seen him hurt before. Honestly, he had gone through much worse than this before. Grabbing her by the elbows, he lifted her up as gently as his temporary patience allowed and led her to the couch, not understanding her babbling but greatly concerned by her shaking. What if she hadn’t purified the poison completely? Biting his lip, he glanced back at the hallway that led to his father’s office. That sword could kill a hundred demons in one strike. If he found where Sesshomaru was and used it, he would be back in five, ten minutes tops. But how to restrain Kagome? Her sobs had quieted now that she thought he was staying with her, but she was still trembling and he didn’t want to chance her coming after him, especially not in her condition. What he needed was for his mother to come back right away and promise to keep Kagome far from where he would be dispensing justice.
The telltale creak of the front door sounded and Inuyasha’s ears twitched along with his nose. The powerful footsteps sounding could only belong to his father. Finally, his father was bringing him to Sesshomaru to land the killing blow! It was less than he had always wanted, but at this point it seemed like waking up to a sweet reality after a terrible nightmare, and he’d take whatever he could get. Removing Kagome’s hands from his, he sniffed around for his mother, but Izayoi was nowhere to be found. She’d probably walked outside to look for him and missed her husband’s return by just a split second. Rising to his feet, Inuyasha postured himself to greet his father, running through what he’d say to him to show he was joyfully anticipating his revenge but he still did not trust him and it would take more than this act to win him over.
Toga entered the room, his tie askew. That was the first sign something was off. Inuyasha’s eyes darted to his father’s blood-soaked claws, widening when he saw what he held. With a flick of his wrist, Toga sent Sesshomaru’s head rolling towards the sofa his youngest son stood in front of. The head tumbled over until it reached Inuyasha’s bare foot, hitting his toes. Sesshomaru’s eyes were clouded over in death, his mouth open and filled with blood, the ragged, torn flesh of his neck tinged with blue.
Fists clenched in anger, Inuyasha knew he had lost the way to give himself peace of mind.
“Thank you, Father,” he somehow managed to say through the whirl of rage and depression gaining speed and volume in his mind. It was a reflex. It was all he could say. It was a lie.
“I-Inuyasha,” Kagome gasped. Her groan of horror shook him to his core and he looked to see her standing up as well, face chalk white. “Is that… Is that…”
He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the sound of liquid falling to the floor. Confused, he looked around, seeing the mug of now cold tea still safely on the coffee table. What had fallen? It was only when he heard Kagome begin to whimper that he figured it out.
The baby was coming.
End Note: Much thanks to BashiYami for coming up with the idea for the fight scene. Originally, I just had Inuyasha promising Kagome he’d kill Sesshomaru and then the scene where Toga rolls his head at him, but she pointed out it would be much better and much angsty-er this way.
As for the ancient doctor, back when I was a receptionist for an evil ENT, one of his patients was another doctor who was 99 and still practicing. My boss was 86. Seriously, it was crazy.
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