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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eleven

Young Moon

I am fairly obviously pregnant by now, if one knows what to look for, though I have not gotten particularly large, but still I dare not quite go so far from my castle that I cannot be there nearly immediately. The forest, however, is beautiful this time of year, and I do enjoy being outside. I spend most of my time out here now that I have nowhere else to be.

The moon on my forehead has disappeared completely, as the stripes did long ago. I do not know what, if anything, it means, but it makes me look incomplete. Nearly human. I do hope they return once the children are born, for I do not relish the idea of looking this way for the rest of my life.

I see a faint glow from the corner of my eye and turn to kneel before a colorless flower. Several long, thick petals fold back from the bright center; even the stem and leaves are colorless and glowing. Usually, the moonflower is found on vines; how interesting that this one is alone. And as far as I knew they grow only in one clearing of this forest, and it is not here – also very interesting to find it here. I wonder how it came to be here.

Perhaps one day I shall tell my child of these flowers, and how they came to be… more likely, I never will, and so that secret shall eventually die with me. No great loss, I personally believe.

A spasm runs through my back and sides as I stand, and I am forced to lean against a tree to hold myself up. Unpleasant, but I have been experiencing these cramps for a week now, and they have ceased to worry me.

Another strikes me as I step away, though, and I nearly crush the flower as I fall to my knees. This… this is not like the others… something…

No… the children, or one of them. I cannot have my children here – I must get home! I will not bring Inuyasha’s son into the world in the middle of the forest…

I force myself to my feet and walk toward home. I think, perhaps, I can make it… It is not so very far. I will be able to have my child at home, as I had planned. And find some way to tell Inuyasha. And then –

Not, it is not to be – I stumble and nearly fall again as I am struck by another painful contraction. I will not make it home – I must do it here, and pray that I am not attacked or otherwise assaulted as I do. I will be – am – nearly completely defenseless… and there are demons who would not hesitate to take advantage of the situation. With any luck, I have scared them from my terri –

Oh… There is no time for these worries – the child is coming now. I would I were not alone… However, I have very little choice. I feel a wetness slide down my legs as the pain once again ripples through me. It is here, and it is now, and I am alone and must deal with it.

I force myself to breathe properly… I thought I could handle pain. Perhaps not. I have obviously never had a child before, but I had not expected this much pain. Maybe Inuyasha’s influence has weakened my resistance to pain… maybe this is simply that painful.

Another… Kami-sama! I lean back against a tree and try to breathe. I can but assume that no one knows how much childbirth will hurt when they elect to have children… any thinking species would die out if they did, save those apparently masochistic females who willingly have multiple children.

Is time even passing? Surely not… I hear my harsh breathing, but I still cannot believe that any time is passing. Surely this is some form of divine punishment, to be trapped forever in this agony…

I can, barely, sense other demons nearby – attracted by my weakness, by the spectacle of a demon in childbirth, a vulnerable demon… Perhaps they will be kind enough to wait to attack until I can move again? Hopefully not – come kill me now! Put an end to this…!

“Sessho? Sessho, can you hear me?”

I force my eyes open and grab Inuyasha’s shirt, pulling him closer. “Get… this fucking child… out of me… Now!”

He pulls away. “Okay!” he says. “Okay, just calm down.”

“I am calm!” How calm can one possibly be when they are being ripped apart from the inside out?

“Okay!” I thought he might not want to argue. Instead, he takes my hand in his, giving me something to hold onto. Oh, he will regret that shortly… “When did you abandon pants?”

Is he trying to distract me? “When they no longer fit…” I say shortly, from behind my clenched teeth. I must be wearing down the points… If he had seen me at all in the last two weeks, he might have known that… Of course, he has been too busy…

Kami!

“Damn! Sessho, just breathe!” He tries to pull his broken hand away from me; I half-maliciously grip it tighter. Are you going to be too busy to see me after the child is born, Inuyasha?

“I am breathing…!”

“I’m serious, Sessho.” He winces as I squeeze his hand again. “I talked to Kagome and –”

“Mention your friends again and I will kill you and drown your child!”

He winces again and manages to extract his mangled appendage. “Sorry. Just breathe, okay?” I nod once, just to get him to shut up. Drowning the child does not seem like a bad idea at this point anyway. Killing Inuyasha would be a bonus. Then I would stab myself to kill Naraku’s child and find Naraku and –

Fucking hell! God damn motherfucking son of a bitch! Get this thing out of me!

“You have to push, Sessho-”

“No shit!” Does he think I’m an idiot? That I cannot understand my instincts? Does he imagine I will take some effort to keep the vile thing inside my body? Of course I’m going to fucking push!

I do not think I have felt pain approaching this from that area of my body since I was a virgin. These children cannot be very large, as I and my stomach have not grown particularly large, but it hurts as though Naraku shoved one of his tree-sized tentacles into me and let it grow – I will kill Inuyasha if he ever subjects me to this again!

“Sessho-”

“What?!”

“Hey, calm down! I was trying to tell you I can see his ears! They look like mine…”

So grab them and pull him out! I could care less if they look like yours or mine or are two fucking feet long and floppy! I want him out!

Lucky that I was too busy grinding my teeth and pushing to say that – he sounds so proud of his child he probably would have hit me. Not as though he did any of the work… what has he got to be proud of? All he did was decide he wanted a kid and managed to get me aroused enough to let him take me, which is no great feat if one knows the trick, as he does.

“Keep pushing, Sessho-”

I reach down and over blindly and grab one of those ears which he seems to be so proud of his child bearing, pulling him back up to my face so that I can snarl at him, enjoying the expression of pain on his face and the slight whimper as he tries to keep his ear from being hurt.

“Don’t call me ‘Sessho’!”

He nods in agreement, and I release his ear, letting my head fall back against the tree as he holds it to his head, whining quietly. The whine stops abruptly, though, with my next push.

“The head’s out! Just a couple more!” No ‘Sessho’ this time. The pain lessens a bit; it feels as though he is gently pulling the child from my body. Thank you! Praise to every deity that ever has or will exist!

The pain rapidly diminishes once the child is free, and I can simply stay there, against the tree, gasping for breath and smelling of blood and childbirth. Until I hear the baby cry.

I immediately open my eyes to see Inuyasha, grinning like a fool, holding the bare and messy child. I push myself into a full sitting position.

“Let me see it.”

“Him, Sessho. It’s a boy, just like I told you.” He brings him closer. The tiny child, not much larger than Inuyasha’s hand, does in fact have small ears like Inuyasha’s atop his head, in a mass of what will be white hair, once it is clean. And he has a tail, messy but silver, and longer than his legs, waving through the air like his other appendages. And he is screaming loudly enough to draw the attention of nearly every demon in my territory.

Inuyasha wipes a bit of the mess from his face. “Where can we get him cleaned up? And you too?”

“Hot springs a few miles away,” I tell him.

“Can you…?”

The very thought of trying to walk makes me wince, if wincing itself were not painful right now. “No.”

“All right.” Before I can react he has picked me up with his other arm and is bounding through the trees.

“Drop that child and you will die,” I tell him. He just looks offended.

“Why would I drop my son? Have faith in me.” He grins, still proud of himself.

He sets me down by the end of the pool, and I slide my kimono off and myself into the water. The hot liquid feels so very, very good… the remaining pain disappears and I can relax against the rocks at the side of the pool.

Inuyasha is on his knees nearby, the baby in one hand in the water, gently washing him. His hair is indeed white, and I am glad to note that his screaming has tapered off into a contented gurgling sound. And his eyes have opened, bright gold, looking up at his father and trying to catch his claws, making Inuyasha grin and tease him.

The child manages to catch his finger and pulls his mouth to it. He must have been born with teeth, because Inuyasha yelps and pulls his finger away.

“Sharp,” he says as explanation, as though I could not deduce that for myself.

I gently take the boy from him and begin to wash his already-thick, but short, white hair. He giggles, looking up at me, and I can see his tiny fangs. He has stripes on his shoulders, cheeks, wrists, and hips, jagged like father’s, or Inuyasha’s when he turns full demon. They are a bright red color. In all, he looks much more like Inuyasha’s son than mine.

“Do you have a name for him?” Inuyasha asks, startling me slightly from my reverie.

I blink at him. “No.” I had not thought to find one…

Inuyasha smiles and lets the boy take his finger again, but not bite it this time. “Inu-maru.” I blink again. Perfect dog. Or the random mix of our two names. The one is presumptuous, and the second is obvious. But, if that is what he wants…

“Very well,” I tell him. “Inu-maru.”

Inuyasha reaches down to help me from the water, and then pulls me into a kiss. “Thank you,” he says quietly.

“For what?”

He blinks at me. “You gave me the most beautiful son ever – I have to thank you. And you listened to me when I asked you not to kill him, and then you let me name him. So… thank you.”

“Are you going to take him?” The thought nearly scares me, though I do not know why. He is Inuyasha’s child, after all… he would protect him… but I want to keep him.

“Only if you want me to.”

I pause, and shake my head very lightly. Strange… I had felt nearly no affection for this child, would have been perfectly content to let Inuyasha take him… before I heard him cry.

Inuyasha holds his son while I redress myself, just looking at him with that broad smile on his face. One would think that he was the one who had just given birth to him.

I begin to take him back, but Inuyasha pulls him away for a moment as he pulls off his fire-rat haori and wraps it around him like a blanket. Inu-maru coos again, likely glad of his warmth and the smell of him.

“There you are, Inuyasha!”

My brother looks up quickly, almost jerkily. His friends have managed to sneak up on us, and his human is the one accusing him. Apparently, he simply ran off when he sensed that I needed him.

“What were you – oh!” She runs up to him, dropping her riding contraption, to ogle our child. “Oh my god, he’s so cute!” The other female of the group also comes to his other side. Inu-maru coos, apparently loving the attention.

“Whose is he, Inuyasha?” the demon hunter asks.

Oh, this question… He does not wish to reveal our ‘relationship’, for lack of a better term, and he does not wish to put me in a compromising position, and yet he is so proud of his child…

“Mine.” I step forward to take my son from his father. Walking is still pain, but not the unbearable agony it would have been half an hour ago. “Inuyasha has the right to see him; they are family.” Holding Inu-maru has the added effect of hiding the most humanly obvious sign of my continued pregnancy: my rounded stomach.

“Oh…” The girls both pull away from me slightly – none of them, apparently, even realized that I was there, except perhaps the monk and kitsune cub, who never ran up to their friend.

“He really is beautiful,” the hunter says. I incline my head in acknowledgement of the compliment. He is, though. I have never had any fondness for children, but I believe this boy is very beautiful, even if he does look much like Inuyasha. Or perhaps because.

“Where are you going?” the girl asks, as I walk away. I turn back toward her, raising one eyebrow.

“I am taking him home, of course.” She flushes a surprising shade of pink. Somehow, I get the feeling that she never considered the idea that I have a home as well – to her, I am simply a roaming trouble-maker across whose path they often run.

Inuyasha looks at me with his ears half-drooped. He wishes to come with me, but he does not wish to leave his friends, or have them discover. Well, he cannot have it both ways.

All pairs of eyes are on me as I leave. I hear them speaking behind me. Of course, they are used to me leaving the vicinity at a much faster pace, but right now, I firmly believe that walking, though by no means pleasant, is the far less painful option.

“I wonder who the mother is…” the monk muses, “and why he has the child instead of her.”

“He probably killed her,” the fox cub says. “And stole the baby.”

“Is it even a good idea for Sessho-maru to have a baby?” Inuyasha’s girl asks. “Poor kid…”

“Shut up,” Inuyasha says to them, and I hear him stalk away.

~*~

A/N: WoW! XP I almost couldn’t stop laughing as I wrote the first half of that. ^_^ And I wrote this all today, because it’s been a while since I updated, and you’ll have to wait until December for the next one because of NaNoWriMo (http://www.nanowrimo.org for more info ^^). I promise, though – it will be finished by February! Both versions!
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