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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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Eleven: Old Enough to Bleed
Kagome was crying and Inuyasha could not breathe. Toga seemed confused, as confused as he could seem, anyway. Izayoi ran in, took one look at the situation and whipped out her cellphone, her eyes going wide when she saw her stepson’s head at her son’s feet, going wider when they saw Kagome struggling to take in breath, a small trickle of blood beginning to leak from between her legs, dripping onto the golden brown carpet and mingling with the amniotic fluid. Inuyasha barely heard his mother call for an ambulance, wondering if this normal, if she would be okay. All births were bloody, he knew, but he thought that would come later.
His father had to hold him back when the paramedics came and took her from him. The visiting doctor had brought an ambulance complete with staff just in case, and they were only a couple minutes from the house. Feeling feral, he even took a swipe at his father, but was quickly subdued and dragged to their car. Toga stayed in the backseat with him, rubbing his back almost affectionately while he hyperventilated. His mother drove, vaguely impressing him as she went to speeds he would have attempted only when feeling particularly daring. When did she learn how to do that? What else had he missed all these years?
The roads were long and dusty, living out in the rural country like they did. It was a few hours’ drive to the city, and any kind of building was at least half an hour away. Only when he was a child living under Sesshomaru’s thumb did he feel so frighteningly isolated.
“You must be so excited!” his mother said brightly, a strained smile on her face as she nearly overtook the very vehicle they were following. “My baby’s having a baby!”
Inuyasha wanted to tell her that he didn’t give two shits about the kid, but was too busy trying not to swallow his tongue.
“I think you’re the most excited one here,” Toga said, a fond smile on his face. “You’ll be getting a little one to spoil and overfeed.”
Izayoi laughed. “I bet this one will look just like their daddy! I can’t wait to break out all your old little booties and ear warmers, Inuyasha.” The sigh that followed her words was pure happiness. “I hope the baby gets her eyes. Such pretty eyes would go well with my son’s pretty ears!”
Things continued in that vein until they arrived at the hospital, by which time Inuyasha was feeling quite a bit beyond nauseated. Maybe it was carsickness. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was fear.
The hospital was a smaller building than he would have liked, more like a clinic. It had only one floor and its emergency ward took up most of it. Breaking out of his father’s recently relaxed hold, Inuyasha rushed toward the building, following the stretcher that carried a very pale but otherwise fine-looking Kagome. Shoving one of the paramedics out of the way, he took their place, grabbing her hand and helping to steer her inside. Her eyes were big and grateful, and his heart hurt at how scared she must have been when she was all alone. Holding her hand as tight as he felt comfortable doing, he vowed she would never be alone again.
And then his father caught up to them. Inuyasha smelled him and did not have time to run before he was yanked back by the collar of his shirt, doomed to wait outside the big swinging doors his wife had disappeared through.
Heedless of the others in the waiting room, he roared, “What the fuck?!”
Toga took him by the shoulders and shook him a little, his expression remaining perfectly neutral. “I will not have you preventing the doctors from doing their job. The way you are right now, you’d probably end up destroying the place, and I don’t very much feel like having another wing in this hospital named after me.”
Inuyasha shrugged resentfully out of his grasp, seeing a little sense in his words. “What do you mean ‘another wing’?”
Eyes twinkling with memories, Toga responded, “When you were born, I was so afraid for Izayoi that I went outside, blacked out, and somehow obliterated the parking lot. And now here we are again, with you all grown up and your mother trying to find a parking space in the very area I once blew to bits. It cost a terrible amount of money to make it up to them.”
The son snorted, eyes rolling. “Do you really think I’d be stupid enough destroy a building where my wife is trying to give birth?”
Toga merely rolled his eyes in turn. “The fact you have to ask that shows you’ve been gone for far too long.”
“Don’t insult me, old man,” Inuyasha growled. The stress from the situation was making him fearless, otherwise he would never have even dreamed of being so bold.
His father merely smiled. “Me insult my only son?” Inuyasha winced at that comment. “Never. I’m about to give you a gift, boy, but you wouldn’t let me lead up to it with one of my famous speeches.”
Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he asked, “What kind of gift?”
“The kind a father who has wronged his son beyond any excuse gives.” Toga’s eyes were serious and sincere.
A lump in his throat, Inuyasha decided that continuing to be obnoxious was his best option for retaining his composure. “Well, where is it?”
“At the Taisho building,” Toga said with a grin, walking over to a row of chairs. He proceeded to sit, looking ridiculous in such a small chair. The demon’s build was fit for a throne and not anything less. “You are my heir, therefore everything that wasn’t yours now is.”
Throat burning, Inuyasha returned, “I never wanted any of that shit. I just wanted…” He trailed off, not wanting to remember the truth so he would not lose control.
“You wanted us,” his father said, voice low. Inuyasha looked at him, unable to keep glaring. “You wanted your family, and I was too selfish to give it to you.” With a sigh, the old demon looked away, his gaze on a past best not dwelled upon. “Your mother suffered too, you know. Of course you know. Izayoi could not be a proper mother because I was always away, even when I was with her. The mating bond made that so, and affected her more than it did me, as her soul is much more sensitive. I wanted to build an empire in this modern world for her and for you.
“Though I did not realize it at the time, Sesshomaru steered me away from my original goal.” His hand, still coated in his firstborn son’s blood, clenched at his side. “I gave him more and more responsibility, responsibility I had intended to give to you once you were old enough, but the way I saw you, the way he made you and the way he made you appear in my eyes, told me you were not ready. I was blind, Inuyasha, and too stupid as well as stubborn to realize what was going on in my own home to my own child.”
Not able to do anything but clench his jaw, Inuyasha trembled hearing his father’s words. It was not enough, he knew, and wondered if it ever would be. Only time would tell. But for now, his father’s speech had served its purpose, the beginnings of a bridge being built to fill the gap that had appeared early on in his life. And it had momentarily distracted him from Kagome.
Kagome.
The tenseness in his body once again became too much. He longed to tear into something, to destroy, to kill. An image of his brother’s head popped up in his mind, and he felt bile rise. The only living thing he could have taken his rage out on was gone. Still, he could not bring himself to scream and curse at his father. After all, in a way it was only right. Taking out the evil he had brought into the world. It had been for his benefit, he knew, but still he felt robbed and slighted, so much like the child he had been and thought he had left behind. After moving away, he was able to reinvent himself into the person he had always wanted to be. A guy who fucked hot girls, whenever and wherever he wanted, whoever he wanted. A guy who had fun and was never in one place long enough to establish much of a routine and fall into despair over the little drudgeries of life. A guy everyone liked.
For a time, he’d been that guy. He was able to figuratively run fast enough to get away from his past, from his memories and terrible thoughts. Then Kagome had come along, and he remembered his real dreams, the dreams that were not in reaction to abuse, ones that were not of running away. A girl like Kagome loved him, his fantasy brought to life. She understood, even when he didn’t want her to, and it was always good. She was hurt too, but not as much. She had never been completely broken. That was good. He had never liked associating with other broken people. With her, he didn’t have to run. The bad things just seemed to retreat on their own, or just not matter as much.
Thinking back on his childhood, his heart gave a sick twist and lurch in his ribcage. The human children of the few servants they’d had, even if they had wanted to play with him, were forbidden by their parents in the fear he would hurt them, whether intentionally or otherwise. He saw the reason in it now, but back then, coupled with his father’s apparent rejection and his brother’s meanness and his mother’s tears whenever she looked at him, he had felt that he was somehow cursed. An undesirable. There were demons who visited and worked for them as well, and the few times their children were present, things were much the same. However, unlike the human children who would run from him on sight, the demon children gawked at him like a freak. He had only the one form, the mostly human-looking one, and to them that was worse than any kind of mental or physical disability. It was just wrong, going against the natural order of things. There was disgust and alarm in their eyes, and their whispers were never quiet enough.
“What is he?”
His mother could not hear them, his father was never there to hear them, and Sesshomaru would not have cared. So he stayed alone, climbing the trees in the forest behind the house, talking to the little animals that did not run from him, pretending to lead armies of bugs. Any playmate, boy or girl or what have you, he would have welcomed. And as he grew older, the desire for a playmate, a friend, grew into a desire for a girl, someone to love who would love him just as much. Not like the girls his brother forced him to be with, with their smudged makeup and bad breath and tight clothes, but a real one. A nice, sweet, genuine person to show him even creatures like he could be loved. When the darkness had entered him and grew to such proportions he could no longer will it away, he’d given up on the dream as it only made him feel more depressed. Drinking and drugs and sex and spending and fighting were able to temporarily fill the void left by the loss of hope, but each time it grew harder to keep on going and he knew he had to leave.
And he had fallen so hard and so fast for Kagome, the fulfillment of all he’d wished and prayed for so often, so long ago. Everything he’d ever wanted and everything he’d never even known he wanted and things he’d never even dared to wish for. Is this what his father felt when he disregarded tradition and mated his mother, the first great demon to ever successfully mate a human?
“H-how…” he started, eyes on the floor. “How did you and Mom meet?”
Toga grinned. “I was on a trip surveying my lands after a long period of feeling restless. Things in the human world had changed since the last time I departed from my home. Buildings were taller and closer than I liked to my own property; humans were more mobile. So I decided to extend my venture and spy on the humans located closest to the edge of my land.
“A river ran through my land, right at the border. It was wide and usually calm, but that year the current was exceptionally strong, though it looked harmless enough on the surface. I set up my camp there, hidden in a tree. Scarcely two minutes had I settled myself in than I first saw her.” His eyes flashed, and Inuyasha almost swore he could see his mother reflected in the darkness of his pupil. “She was beautiful. More beautiful than anyone I had ever seen. I know demons are considered to be more striking than humans, but there is always a lack of gentleness there, and humans possess a uniquely delicate quality I saw exemplified in Izayoi. So beautiful. I was captivated, under her spell, convinced she was some sort of goddess. And then she ruined it.
“She had seen a pretty rock in the river while out earlier in the day with her attendants,” he continued, a smile quirking the edges of his mouth. “She was convinced it was a moon rock from the stories her old nurse had told her, since it glowed and sparkled like nothing she’d ever seen, and she snuck out after returning home to grab it. The water was so clear that the bottom of the river seemed just a reach away, but in reality went up to my neck. Of course, she fell in, and of course, I followed after and fell in something else.
“We stayed three days and nights in the forest. When I returned her, intending to ask her father for her hand, I was met with an army. Izayoi had been promised to a prince of the land, though her family was not as prominent as it had been, and he was furious his intended had been ‘tainted’ by me. I had been kind up to that point, doing things the human way to woo her, even though I could have just stolen away with her. But they persisted in trying to get her back, so finally Izayoi gave her consent to the slaughter, and I spared only those she chose. The rest is history,” he finished with a satisfied sigh.
Inuyasha blanched. He knew what his father was capable of, but his mother? Even giving her consent to a massacre of her people? Shaking his head, he wondered at the silly, emotional woman who had raised him. Was it evil, or was it just what one did for love? Did love absolve such things? He chose to believe it did, rather than examine his own past actions.
“Was it hard? To… To let her have me?” The question was one he’d wanted to ask ever since he first learned that he had not been completely wanted.
Toga’s face hardened but his eyes went soft. “At first. She wanted a child of our flesh and blood so badly, though I could not see the point after so many failed attempts. I believe she thought it would keep me around more often, or at least occupy her when I was not there. And when she had you, and you were the spitting image of me, I found myself working harder and harder, leaving even more. I needed to give the both of you something to be proud of. In that, I failed you.”
With a snort, he replied, “At least I know what not to do.”
Conversation came to a halt after that, and he was grateful, feeling the closed off man beside him probably felt much the same. Izayoi rushed in a few seconds later, sandals making absurd flopping noises on the tile, tears on her face. Toga embraced her and the two of them whispered things together, exchanging smiles and kisses. Inuyasha grit his teeth at their display. The least they could do was not flaunt their love in his face while his own wife was in a room suffering without him there to even hold her hand.
It was no less easy to bear as the hours went on. The pictures his mind conjured up of Kagome suffering, possibly dying, became more vivid the longer he sat in the stifling waiting room. He knew giving birth took a while, but half a day? It was insane! Why would any woman agree to have children if she knew where it would lead? Guiltily, he remembered that Kagome had not exactly been expecting to be in such a position so soon in her life.
“Mr. Taisho?”
Inuyasha paid no attention to the drone of the woman’s voice. When his father didn’t rise, he finally realized she was talking to him, and he shot to his feet, nervously expecting the worst.
Eyeing him critically, the nurse said after a pause, “Your… wife is asking for you.”
Inuyasha followed her down the hall, pushing past her when he caught Kagome’s scent. The door was open to the tiny, dirty room she had been placed in, and he burst inside, wanting to make sure she would not contribute to the lingering scent of death all over the place. He came to a stop a couple feet from her bed. There she was, sweaty, tangled ebony hair spread out on the pillow, her face pale and strained, eyes closed with dark, bruise-like circles underneath. On her chest was a little white bundle.
“Inuyasha,” she said, opening her eyes. Something about the way she said his name suggested fear. Of him? The room reeked of blood and sorrow.
“Kagome,” he murmured, coming to her side. Pressing a kiss to her cool forehead, he asked, “Is everything alright?”
“The baby…” she whispered, eyes filling with tears. “He’s—”
“A boy?” he asked, eyebrows shooting up in wonder. So she had been right. Well, she had a fifty-fifty chance, anyway. Curiosity filled him and he looked at the still bundle on her chest.
“The baby…” she whispered again, choking on her tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Beginning to panic, Inuyasha picked up the bundle, turning it over. The little red face had its eyes closed shut, its mouth slightly open. Could it be? Had Sesshomaru’s poison taken out not his wife, but the child she carried inside?
The baby began to bawl, protesting the tight hold he had on him, and Inuyasha relaxed, only to realize something else.
It was human.
Numb inside, he placed the baby back on her chest. The chair beside her bed was more cushiony than the ones in the waiting room, and he gratefully collapsed into it. A human baby. That wasn’t possible. All the work, all the sacrifices, all the fucking love, and she had been fooling him the entire time. A growl escaped him, and she flinched.
“All this fucking time,” he hissed, hating her more than anyone because he loved her more than anyone. “Was it really Hojo’s? Did he not want it so you decided to string me along? How the fuck did you expect to pull this shit off, bitch?!” he roared, his volume increasing with each sentence.
Her eyes were big and terrified, and now he hated himself for hurting her and still wanting to comfort her, even after everything.
“Mr. Taisho?”
Inuyasha turned around, prepared to take all his anger out on whatever unfortunate had chosen to interrupt him. But the man was a doctor, and he was holding a clipboard and smiling, and something about the combination made him spit out, “What?”
Slightly taken aback by the obvious rage, the doctor nervously cleared his throat and continued. “I, uh, we ran some tests on Mrs. Taisho after she told us what happened earlier yesterday. She tested positive for being a miko. The rather amazing reaction to the poison was actually an emergency purification, which she unknowingly triggered to save her life.” The doctor’s face took on a grim look, and he said, “Unfortunately, that came at a price, and she purified her child. Thankfully, he was only a quarter-demon, and she was well along in the pregnancy, so the baby is fine although she only carried him for six months.”
Inuyasha dropped back into the chair again, wondering if he’d start hyperventilating once he could breathe again.
“Thank you, doctor,” Kagome said from the bed, tears still evident in her voice. “I’d like to speak to my husband alone now, please.”
“Yes, of course,” the man said, glancing back and forth between the two of them.
After a few moments of strained silence, Kagome tentatively said, “Inuyasha?”
He couldn’t face her, didn’t want her to see him. His face was hidden in his hands and it was all he could do not to break down, but he had cried too often these past few days and he was sick of it.
“Inuyasha, please say something!” she cried out. The baby reacted to his mother’s distress and began to whimper. “I’m sorry!” she sobbed. “I’m so, so sorry.”
It cut like a knife to hear her say that, so broken-hearted. His pride was not strong enough to keep him from her then, and he was at her side in an instant, crushing her to him, the baby only just missing being suffocated by his embrace.
“Oh god, Kagome,” he said, releasing a shaky breath. “You don’t have to be sorry. I fucked it up. I fuck everything up.”
He held her as she cried, until they were both more exhausted than before. Inuyasha even let a few tears trickle from his own eyes. Everything had almost been ruined because of him. He would have thrown all this away because he couldn’t fucking listen. After a while, her tears wound down, and they separated. At her request, he untied her hospital gown, and she began to nurse. The baby’s contented suckles and burps made him feel his earlier anxiety once again. How the fuck was he going to raise a kid?!
“I thought of a name,” Kagome said softly.
“What is it?” he asked. Early on in her pregnancy, he had told her she could pick the name and he wouldn’t fight her on it.
“Hajime,” she murmured, the look on her face the softest, sweetest he had ever seen, her gaze on the baby at her breast.
Inuyasha wrinkled his nose. He’d always thought the name sounded girly. But again, he had told her she could pick, and he honestly could not think of anything.
“Alright,” he nodded. “Hajime it is.”
They sat a few more minutes in silence, with him watching Kagome watch the baby. It gave him time to think. His child would not look like him, which would probably make its life easier. Or maybe the kid would look like him on his human night. But above all, the child was mortal. The boy would surpass them in physical maturity, grow old, and eventually die. Once he marked Kagome, she would not age at all and would not die. He knew there was no way his wife would be able to handle seeing her child pass away. But what could he do?
“You want to hold him?” Kagome said after she had burped the baby the way all the many videos she watched had taught her.
Before he could respond, she thrust the baby at him. Hajime. Struggling not to wake the dozing child, he positioned it the way he had seen babies be held in movies and on TV, letting the soft little head be cradled in the crook of his arm. But beyond that, he had no idea what to do. Anxious, he looked at Kagome, scowling at her when she did nothing but smile, her tired eyes lighting up and looking beautiful. Glancing back down at the baby, he saw it had opened its eyes, perhaps disturbed by the frantic rocking. The brief little glare it gave him before closing its eyes again left him speechless.
Hajime had Kagome’s eyes, the eyes he loved.
“He looked at me,” he whispered in amazement, turning to Kagome. “He has your eyes.”
His wife smiled again before snuggling further into her pillow, drifting off almost immediately. No sooner than she had done so then a nurse quietly entered the room, taking the baby from him and explaining she needed to run tests just to make doubly sure everything was fine and dandy. Dazed, Inuyasha let Hajime go without a protest, giving Kagome one last kiss before wandering the halls in the direction of the waiting room. Just before he arrived at his destination, he was intercepted by the same doctor who had informed him of the reason for the baby’s mortality.
“Mr. Taisho?” he questioned cautiously, scanning his somewhat dazed features. “Your father has requested that we find you a bed and flush the poison out. One of our demonic specialists will see to your treatment.”
A nurse took him by the arm and steered him towards a room on the opposite end of the building from where Kagome was, the maternity ward. The rooms were even smaller, the beds harder, and he sat down on the one his guide gestured to, waiting in silence to be tested and cured. He’d have to think of something to help Kagome adjust to the idea of having a mortal child. Maybe he could get her pregnant again as soon as she could be intimate again and she’d give birth to quarter-demons? That was a possibility. The children with the longer lifespans could take her mind off the other, or at least minimalize the depression she’d face. Nodding to himself, he awaited the doctor.
O/o/O
What he thought would only take a moment to remove took over two weeks. Two weeks of hospitalization, getting the poison flushed out little by little. Most of his blood had to be drained, the doctor explained, telling him they had not seen such a persistent and lingering poison before. His veins ached and he healed around the needles, making it necessary for them to pluck them out every few minutes and stab them again. Kagome visited every day and brought the baby when she could, though it did nothing but sleep and occasionally cry, taking away the girl’s attention. Her face would always light up whenever Hajime did the slightest thing, Inuyasha thought with a scowl. The kid threw up in her hair and all she did was laugh. What the hell kind of behavior was that?!
Feeling woozy, he closed his eyes, wondering when Kagome would return from feeding the kid. She had stopped breast feeding in front of him when he began to get “too touchy”, according to her. It wasn’t his fault he liked her breasts, even when they were all big and hard. A normal woman would feel grateful that her significant other still found her attractive after childbirth. Even before she was back at her normal weight! Deepening his scowl, his turned slightly on his side and readjusted his pillow.
A knock sounded on the open doorway of his room and he said, “Come in!”
“Inuyasha,” Toga said pleasantly, his rich voice filling the room and making his son’s ears twitch in irritation.
“What?” he said, annoyance obvious in his tone.
“Just informing you of some changes,” he continued in the same tone. Inuyasha heard the squeak of the vinyl chair telling him his father had sat down. “Your house has been put on the market and all your things have been placed in your old room, along with Kagome’s.”
“What the fuck?!” he roared, sitting up. “You can’t just take my life from me away like that!” The latter sentence came out sounding like the whine of an adolescent and he flinched.
“You will be better protected this way,” Toga said, sternness in his eyes. “Kagome and Hajime need to be protected. And Izayoi needs something to occupy her, so you’ll be getting a free babysitter in the bargain.”
Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha sank back down onto the pillow in degrees. Sesshomaru had been the only threat to their safety and now he was gone. But what was the point in fighting it, anyway? His father was powerful, he wasn’t. His father was rich, he wasn’t. His father was smart, he wasn’t. Normally, he would have fought before realizing the futility of it all and then fought a bit more before sinking into a familiar kind of depression, but the drugs they gave him were top quality and he just wanted to sleep. He still hated it and by no means would go without being as bratty as possible, but he’d put up with it for Kagome’s sake.
“Good!” Toga said, clapping his hands once before getting up. “I’ve already hired some private tutors to get her back on track with her education. This way, she’ll graduate high school with some college credits and be able to enroll as a junior when the time comes. She drew up some designs for a guest house and your mother adores her twice as much now,” he finished with a chuckle. When Inuyasha didn’t respond, he merely sighed and patted him on the head right between the ears before leaving.
“Stole my revenge and now you’re taking away my wife and freedom,” he muttered to the empty room. “You’re not even getting a tie for Father’s Day this year, you old fuck.”
O/o/O
Kicking aside the wheelchair brought specifically for his convenience, Inuyasha stumbled out of the tiny hospital room, pushing aside his mother and Kagome when they tried to help him. He’d been thoroughly bled several times, the demonic poison returning with a vengeance each time. The specialists had been on the verge of giving up, not seeing any difference no matter what they tried, when finally the foreign substance began to dissipate. They also gave him plenty of “medicine” that induced vomiting, thinking he could expel some of it that way. Whatever it was, it had eventually worked, and he celebrated by leaving the stuffy building he had been confined in, squinting in the sunlight, and planting a big, wet kiss on Kagome, who blushed and pinched him, telling him with her eyes she did not want to be so openly intimate in front of his mother, who was currently giggling like a child at their antics. Izayoi was holding Hajime, who was sleeping silently in the blue baby hammock she’d bought.
The drive back was quiet, with Kagome shushing anyone who tried to speak, not wanting the baby to wake up and screech for whatever it would need. She sat in the back with him, the baby in a car seat between them, and he leaned over it carelessly, stubbornly trying to touch her. Inuyasha wasn’t really expecting anything, but he had been denied too many times and now it was a kind of game. Kagome acted annoyed but he recognized the sparkle in her eyes and the pretty pink flush of her face. She wanted him. It made him smirk and some plans formed in his mind before he remembered that she couldn’t have sex for at least another month or so. Now annoyed, Inuyasha glared at the baby, who was too busy drooling in his sleep to notice or care. He poked at Hajime’s puffy, soft cheek, but he just slept on.
When they finally arrived back at the house, he bounded through the door, the only one of the party not to stay and coo over Hajime being taken from the seat. Tapping his foot impatiently, his nose began to twitch, unfamiliar scents swirling throughout the house. Just as he was about to go and investigate, his family came in.
“As I was telling Kagome and your mother, we have guests!” Toga announced, his loud voice making Hajime open his eyes and squint around the room before dismissing everything and falling back to sleep once again. “Let’s go to my office, all of us. Yes, even Hajime,” he said when Kagome moved to put him upstairs.
And so they moved as one to the office, Inuyasha’s nose still twitching suspiciously. They never had guests unless it was an important business matter. When that was the case, Toga took care of it alone, shutting himself up with only the maids going in and out, bringing drinks, snacks, and when it was all over, some champagne. What kind of meeting would require the entire family sitting in?
“Kōga!” Toga boomed, his arms open in welcome the moment he entered the office.
“Toga!” A wolf demon unfamiliar to Inuyasha said in a similar tone, standing up and holding his hand out for a shake. “I’m honored to receive your invitation, and my family thanks you.”
A red-headed wolf demoness nodded her head at Toga, bouncing the bright-haired baby on her lap. Inuyasha examined her. She had once been pretty, he could tell, but nothing very exceptional. Now all that beauty was gone, with heavy bags under her eyes and lines on her face. Her hair seemed coarse and stringy all at once, a stark contrast to her healthy mate and daughter.
“And is this precious little one Noriko?” the powerful dog demon asked, bending over and looking at the baby with a paternal eye. The little girl had her drool-soaked fist in her mouth and her blue eyes stared at him vaguely, without a sign of comprehension. Inuyasha almost snorted. Had he been a dumb baby as well or were these kids just completely hopeless? “And how old is she again?”
“Six months,” Kōga said proudly, practically glowing. “Right, Ayame?” His tone seemed threatening for a second, and the woman perked up, glaring at him before turning her attention to Toga.
“Six and a half, actually.”
“Ah,” he said, removing himself to sit behind the desk, officially placing himself in business mode. “Thank you so much for answering my summons so promptly, Mr. and Mrs. Ookami. I told you of my reasons beforehand, but I’m afraid there was not time for me to inform the other half of this arrangement.”
“Completely understood,” Kōga broke in unnecessarily. Inuyasha glared at him. What an annoying asshole.
“Yes. Now, if I may...” Toga turned to Inuyasha, where he was sitting on a loveseat that had been placed in the room specifically for this occasion, Kagome next to him cuddling Hajime to herself, rocking him every now and then. “Inuyasha, Kagome, you both know of your son’s mortality and what that means. You are aware of the pain that comes with having a child who will die before you.” At this, Inuyasha smelled Kagome begin to tear up, but she pridefully held back and kept in control. “And I do not want to lose my first-born grandchild. So I asked Mr. Ookami here, whom I’ve worked with on several occasions, to consider arranging a mating between his Noriko and our Hajime.”
Inuyasha bristled at his father taking ownership of his child like that. “Our” Hajime? Fucker.
“My deepest condolences are yours, Miss Kagome,” Kōga said.
Inuyasha whipped his head around, seeing the wolf had suddenly changed his place and was now kneeling directly in front of Kagome. A growl began in his chest and he punched it down, not wanting to seem violent but quickly losing control. Kagome finally allowed a few tears to fall and the wolf grabbed one of her hands, sandwiching it between two of his stupid sweaty ones. The half-demon’s claws punctured the material of the love seat. Didn’t that idiot know to keep his hands to himself, especially when someone else’s wife was in the room?! And what the fuck was up with his own mate, why wasn’t she controlling the damn moron? Looking away from the far too cozy scene to his left, he changed his gaze to Ayame. Her green eyes were burning with disgust and hatred and jealousy, but not surprise. Noriko still bounced obliviously on her lap, her nonsensical baby babblings the only noise in the room.
“Inuyasha?” Kagome asked, her voice soft. “So what do you think?
Turning back to her, he realized Kōga still held her hand but was now perched on the arm of the seat right next to her, leaning into her. The only thing stopping him from tearing the bastard’s throat out was the very heavy gaze of his father he could feel on him, through him. Hajime burped a little and Kagome withdrew her hand from Kōga’s grasp with a little difficulty, switching the baby to her other shoulder and patting him on the back with a few gentle taps. Her big blue eyes were begging him, her face still wet with tears, and all the anger inside of him melted, replaced with a softness. She was leaving it up to him. The future of the child he had been a little less than enthusiastic about. Kagome was letting him make the decision as if he had never done anything wrong.
“Yes,” he said, speaking to her and her alone. “Yes. We accept.”
“I’m so glad my little Noriko will be a part of such a beautiful family,” Kōga said, pulling Kagome to him for a hug that lasted far too long. “Not even a year old and already helping her husband!”
Instead of slapping him in the face and kicking him in the balls like she should have, Kagome merely smiled and patted his shoulder. “Thank you so much, Mr. Ookami! You’re going to be a wonderful father-in-law, I can already tell.”
“Very good,” Toga said, a pleased expression on his face. “I honestly expected some objections from you two.”
“Well, I—”
Kōga shot a glare at his wife, cutting her off with a single look, and her mouth twisted down in bitterness. Grunting unhappily, Inuyasha crossed the room to his father’s desk and signed his name on the contract Toga had not mentioned but left out in the open. Kōga was at his side a second later and somehow finished before he was even halfway done. Scowling, Inuyasha watched him go back to Kagome’s side and lead her out of the room, asking a maid along the way to prepare some lunch like he owned the fucking place. His wife leapt up and followed after him, a distressed look in her eyes. Inuyasha could relate. It seemed the only ones genuinely happy with the thing without any other agenda were Toga and Kagome. He turned to protest the sudden arrangement and the manner in which his father went about it, but his sire was leaving the room, calling for his wife.
Clenching his fists, Inuyasha vowed that this was the last overstep he’d allow. One fucking more, and he was going to destroy any part of Toga he made vulnerable.
End Note: A man in a relationship with a woman that he ditches for her daughter. A human baby from a half-demon father purified in the womb. Sound familiar?
STRICTLY TABOO NEVER ENDS, MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Yeah, I only have like one idea… But don’t worry, Inuyasha isn’t going to ever have sex with Hajime. Just no. And Hajime is more related to him here than Kagome is in Taboo because I am the god of this story and I said so. Just think of it as Hajime being conceived on Inuyasha’s human night, okay?
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