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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
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Chapter Twenty-One
One. Two. Three.
The oni bellowed and fell with an earth-shaking thud,
the body twitching spasmodically.
“Hah! Take
that!” Inuyasha enthused, flushed with victory from the battle and pouring with
sweat from the hot summer sun.
“Is it
dead?” Kagome asked hopefully.
The hanyou
gave the monstrous head a good kick, and they heard the sound of bones breaking
as the skull twisted around and the neck snapped.
“If it
wasn’t before, it is now,” he replied. “Do you see its shard?”
She nodded,
gulping. “It’s… it’s up its nose.”
There was a
long pause, then Inuyasha blinked at her.
“Well?”
“Well
what?” she stammered.
“Are you
going to get the damn shard or not? We don’t have all day and we still have to
get Shippou and the pup.”
Wrinkling
her nose in disgust, she knelt down and moved to stick her hand up the dead oni’s bulbous nose.
“This is so
grooooossssssss,” she whined, turning pleading eyes
his way.
Rolling his
eyes, he severed the nose from the skull and split the thing down its middle.
“There. Now
you don’t have to stick your hand up its nose,” he told her.
Kagome closed
her eyes and quickly picked out the exposed shard. It came out with a
sickeningly wet pop and she pulled her hand back, trying not to heave at her
green goo-covered fingers.
“I need a
bath or boiling water or an antiseptic cloth! This is so gross!”
“Bah! Just
wipe your hand off with one of your napkins and be done with it, woman. For
someone who has no trouble changing a dirty diaper, you’re very squeamish,”
Inuyasha scoffed, snorting, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.
“That’s
different,” she complained, holding her hand as far away from herself as
possible.
“Keh!”
They walked
together side-by-side until Kagome reached out to take his hand in her clean
one. He smiled at her and stole a quick kiss. She smiled back.
“Oh, it’s
so hot. I can’t wait to get back to the village. I’m going to swim in the river
and spend the rest of my time in the den. It stays nice and cool in there,” she
sighed.
“Not to mention no one’s there to see you naked but me,” he
added, giving her a sly smile.
She slapped
his arm lightly. “You’re still a letch.”
“And it’s
still your fault.”
They came
to a stream and Kagome went for it.
“I’m going
to wash off my hands,” she said.
He nodded.
“I’ll go get Shippou and the pup.”
“Okay. Meet
me back here.”
He gave a
grunt of agreement and bounded off, leaping through the forest until he found
the old tree he was looking for. A large rock had been wedged between two of
the roots, and this he grabbed and pulled away.
“Oi…” he said, reaching into the hollow under the tree’s
roots.
“Kitsune-bi!”
came a loud shout just as foxfire flashed in his face.
“Oi! What the fuck did you do that
for!?” he yelled, rubbing his stinging eyes.
“Inuyasha! What are you doing?! Don’t just pull the rock
back and try to grab us without saying who you are!?” the kitsune kit scolded,
popping up out of the makeshift hiding place.
“Who the
hell eknowknows you’re in there?” the adult hanyou countered.
The kit
scowled at him. “I don’t know! I’m supposed to protect Yukio. If someone opens
the den and I don’t know who it is, I’m gonna attack!”
Kirara gave
a little mew of agreement as she hopped out of the hollow, her tails flicking.
Ever since the incident with Kouga, the firecat had come along on every shard hunt.
“You could
use your nose! No one else smells like me,” Inuyasha scowled, still angry.
Shippou
wrinkled his nose and sneezed. “You smell like dead Oni.”
He was
about to argue when a third figure began to rise from the hole, puppy ears
perked up and golden eyes wide. One little pudgy hand grabbed a root for
balance as the pup lifted himself out, his small body dressed in a gray hakama gathered at the ankles like his father’s and his red
‘Big Dog’ shirt which was almost too small for him now.
“’Tou!” Yukio burbled, and
Inuyasha’s anger melted.
He knelt
down and opened his arms as the pup plopped into them when he lost his balance.
“Hey, pup,”
he said fondly.
:Leader-male.: “’Tou,” Yukio said
in both inu-youkai and spoken words.
Inuyasha,
in an attempt to encourage Yukio to speak, had started to respond only when he
tried to use words so now the pup used both almost simultaneously.
‘Smart little whelp,’ he thought
proudly.
True to his
prediction, the pup- now eight months old but looking like a human 12-month
old- had started walking and talking about two weeks ago or rather toddling and
gibbering. They still had no translations for some of the sounds he
made.
Picking
Yukio up, he balanced him against his side and rubbed his ears. The pup smiled,
revealing a full set of teeth- razor sharp fangs included- and one little hand
grabbed his haori while the other clutched a headless
teddy bear. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.
‘Another one. That’s the fifth one so far. Kagome and her
mother are going to be angry when they see he’s done it again.’
Kagome and
her mother had been trying to give the pup toys to play with, most of which
were completely unsuitable for a hanyou infant. Instead of taking his advice
and giving the pup rocks and wooden sticks and things too big for him to fit
into his mouth, they gave him things like rattles and ‘mobiles’ and stuffed
animals. Yukio smashed the ratt ign ignored the mobiles, and decapitated the
stuffed animals.
‘He’s a fucking hanyou, idiots! He’s ten times as strong as one of your human
whelps!’
“Don’t
worry, Kaa-san is close. I’m taking you to her now,”
he replied.
Still
looking at Yukio, Inuyasha extended his other arm in invitation and Shippou
hopped into it, wrapping his legs around Inuyasha’s hip, then Kirara mewed and
jumped onto his shoulder.
“Where’s
Kagome?” Shippou asked as Inuyasha began to walk in the direction of Kagome.
“Washing her hands. She got Oni
nose guts on them,” he replied.
“Oni nose guts?”
“The shard
was in the damn thing’s nose. I guess it didn’t have the brains to put it
anywhere else.”
“Was it
hard to kill?” the kit asked.
“Keh! Are you kidding? I didn’t
even draw Tessaiga.”
“I’m glad.
After that spider-youkai we fought last time, I’m
glad this one was easy.”
Shippou was
referring to their last shard hunt, which had them battling against a spider
demon very much like the one they had defeated two years ago. This one had
proven to be quite a challenge and both Kagome and Inuyasha had been injured.
Kagome, to Inuyasha’s horror, had been bitten on the leg. Thankfully, stabbing
herself with her own purifying arrow had prevented the poison from spreading.
After the demon was dead, Inuyasha had ripped open the wound and sucked the
poison out himself, then Kagome treated it with an
intensive infusion of herbs and her own modern anti-venom medicine.
Fear of
residual poison had caused her to not nurse Yukio for several days; something
the pup loudly protested even though he did fine on rice and fish, and when he
was finally allowed to nurse again, he’d almost torn her open with his teeth.
Kagome was trying to wean him, but had been unsuccessful so far. Inuyasha had
told her to just stop giving in when he threw his tantrums, but Kagome just
couldn’t stand to see her baby cry. In truth, he could understand the pup’s
reluctance to give up his teat, and he’d told Kagome so.
“You’re
warm, smell familiar, and the milk tastes good. He gets cuddled, petted and
loved when he feeds. Now you’re telling him he won’t have those things anymore.
I wouldn’t want to be weaned either,” he’d explained one afternoon when she was
bemoaning her problem.
She’d given
him a sly look and replied, “What makes you think you are?”
She, of
course, was referring to his fondness for her breasts when
they were making love. He’d stammered, then blushed, then called her bluff and
tackled her. They didn’t discuss Yukio’s weaning problem for the rest of the
afternoon.
He cleared
the trees, carrying his precious cargo and Kagome turned to see them
approaching. Her eyes widened and then she covered her mouth to hold back a
laugh. He paused, confused and irritated.
“What?” he
demanded. ‘What’s that look for, wench?’
“I... I saw
you coming out of the woods carrying Yukio, Shippou and Kirara, and for a
moment you... you looked like Jizo,” she snickered.
“Eh?”
He took a
moment to consider his situation. In one arm he held his pup. In the other he
held the kitsune kit, balanced on his hip. The firecat
in her kitten form was clinging to his shoulder, her fur tickling the side of
his neck. He did look like Jizo.
‘What the Hell? I’m going soft!’
Giggling,
Shippou jumped down, as did Kirara.
“Argh! Get off me!” he yelled as
he quickly shoved Yukio into his mother’s arms.
“Inuyasha as the patron saint of small children? I don’t
think so. He’s too small-minded of a guy,” Shippou teased.
“Oi!”
“Inuyasha,”
Kagome scolded gently, preventing him from thumping the kit on the head.
“You’re
making it sound like I’m some kind of sentimental wimp!” he complained.
She batted
her eyes at him and gave him the look that always made his heart beat faster
and his stomach flutter, and other parts of him grow hot and heavy. One finger
tickled his throat as she leaned close.
“But you
are sentimental...” she whispered in his ear, taking extra care to blow softly into
it.
He growled
under his breath, feeling frustrated because he knew there’d be no relief until
they got back to the village, and he’d already gone without for the three days
they’d been traveling. Kagome refused to make love with Kirara and Shippou present
so he hadn’t even bothered to ask, but he was really starting to itch
and if he didn’t get scratched soon…
She gave
him a wry smile and a hooded look.
‘Wench knows it too. She knows what she does
to me,’ he thought dourly, then brightened a bit. ‘But she knows what I do to her and I intend to make her suffer... and
beg... and...’
His
thoughts of revenge did nothing to quell his arousal and he growled again.
Shippou gave him a knowing look and Yukio blinked his way.
‘Maybe I can steal her for a few minutes
when we make camp tonight... The cat can pup-sit for a
bit, right? I’ll bribe her with some nice fish...’
“Ah, jeeze, are you two at it again?” Shippou teased. “There are
little kids present, you know.”
“Keh!” he scoffed. ‘As if that’s ever stopped me. Kagome would blush to know how many times Yukio’s watched us when she
thought he was sleeping.’
He gave
Kagome a heated look and she flushed a little, dropping her eyes.
‘That’s my Kagome. Wild tennyo of lovemaking by night, but shy, blushing virgin by
day. Heh, she’d call me insatiable sex-fiend
by night and impossible letch by day, but I just can’t help it. She breathes in
my ear and I want her. Or the sunlight catches in her hair. Or she smiles at
me. Or she plays with Yukio and I hear her laugh. Everything.
Everything about her excites me. Is that normal? Is this how that letch monk
feels? No wonder he propositioned every girl in sight. Not that I’d ever be with
anyone who wasn’t Kagome. Kagome’s the only one for me. She’s the only one
who’s ever loved me for me. Not even Kikyou did that.’
Kikyou. No one had seen or heard anything of Kikyou for
months, and he often wondered where the undead miko
wacatecated. Not that he was eager to see his former love, but it was
worrisome.
‘I hope nng hng has happened to her.
With Naraku dead, are there any enemies out there
powerful enough to hurt her?’
“Kaa,” Yukio burbled, drawing his attention back to his
present company.
Kagome
nuzzled the pup and addressed him in words and in inu-youkai.
Her grasp of the demon language amazed him. In such a short time she had
learned most of the sounds she could make with her human throat, and understood
a good deal more than that.
“How’s my
little big dog?” she said, bouncing Yukio on her hip.
“Kaa!” the pup enthused, eyes bright and happy, one hand
waving the headless bear.
Kagome saw
the decapitated toy, rolled her eyes and sighed. “Did it again, huh?”
He
shrugged. “I told you he would. You and your mother should just give up and do
as I say, and only get him toys made of stone and wood.”
“Oh like
the rocks you gave him to teethe on.”
He snorted.
“They worked didn’t they? And he didn’t break them like he did your n
cn
class=SpellE>plaass-taaccckkk teething things. How many did he eat? Six? Seven? They were a waste of
money. At least rocks and sticks are free.”
She gave
him a dour look but didn’t answer. Iad sad she turned her attention to Shippou.
“Did you
have any problems in your hiding place, Shippou?” she asked the kit.
“No. Not
until someone pulled the rock away without telling us who he was,”
Shippou replied, giving him an angry look. He glared back and huffed.
“Keh! Brat should have known it
was me!”
“How was I
supposed to know it was you when you stink of dead Oni?
Why don’t you take a bath?”
‘I’d love to. Preferably
a warm one with Kagome. But then we wouldn’t get clean. At least not
right away. Damn, I have got to
bribe the cat…’
“Why you…!”
he growled.
“Inuyasha,”
Kagome warned and he cringed.
‘At least she warns me now before
she sits me. I’m not getting sat nearly as much as I used to.’
It was
true. Kagome hadn’t used the s-word on him for almost a month. The last time
she had made him eat dirt was the day Miroku and Sango’s
daughter was born. He had been waiting outside the hut with the nervous houshi, watching the man fret and pace while Kagome was in
with Kaede and Sango. The birth was taking a long
time and Miroku had been frightened. Human births were very dangerous, and both
women and pups died during it all the time, so the man had good reason to be
worried about the health and safety of his wife and unborn child. He’d decided
that day to make sure Kagome gave birth to their pups in her world where
medicine and doctors were much better, and women and pups didn’t die nearly as
often.
At one
point he’d considered knocking the agitated man out just so he would stop
pacing and fussing. He was upsetting Yukio with his actions and the pup
wouldn’t settle down. Besides, pacing and worrying were useless. The pup and
Sango were in the hands of the women, and they were doing something women had
been helping other women do for centuries. In truth he wasn’t that worried
himself because he knew Kagome had brought some of her modern medicine to help
make sure both mother and pup would be okay after the birth, and he had
complete confidence in her and Kaede’s abilities.
Finally,
after a very long time, and after several disturbing cries from Sango and
shouts of encouragement from Kagome as she ‘coached’ Sango through the birth,
the noxious smell of blood mixed with something else hit his nose. It was
overwhelming and both he and Shippou had turned slightly green. Then the
unmistakable cry of a newborn had split the air, and Miroku’s
face had frozen in shock before he rushed up to the reed door. Kagome had met
him at the entrance, her face flushed and sweaty as if she had been the one
bringing a pup into the world. She had smiled at the new father and told him he
had a baby girl. Miroku had smiled the widest smile any of them had ever seen
on his face and ran in to see his wife and daughter. Kagome had given him and
Shippou looks that said it was okay for them to come in too.
He’d gone
in, still a little dizzy from the smell, but not wanting to seem unsupportive,
and taken in the sight of the exhausted but oddly beatific taijiya and her tiny
pup. Really, the pup wasn’t even half the size Yukio had been when the pup was
only two months old. It was this red-faced, squirming, bald thing about the
size of a boar piglet. He’d stared at it, scratching his head, and innocently
asked if all human pups were born looking like beet-faced piglets.
He hadn’t
even had time to realize what he’d said was wrong before his face hit the hut
floor and he was kicked out for being ‘an insensitive, stupid jerk.’ His only
vindication was that Shippou had whispered that he’d been secretly wondering
the same thing.
“At least
kitsune kits are born with hair,” the fox had said.
He’d
grunted in agreement but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Ever since,
Kagome had been spending most of her time helping Sango handle the
responsibilities of being a new, first-time mother. Human pups were much more
fragile than inu-youkai or hanyou pups, and every
little thing was a potential hazard. Seeing what went into keeping a human pup
alive, he wondered how any of them ever lived to adulthood; yet no one could
deny that humans were breeding like crazy, and he knew from his time in the
future that their ‘weak’ species had taken over the world.
He was
jealous of the time Kagome spent with the taijiya because it cut into the time
she normally spent with him, and he didn’t like sharing her to begin with. But
Kagome wouldn’t say no to Sango when the woman asked for help, so he had to
deal with her absence as best he could. Shard hunts were even more welcome than
usual because it meant they’d be getting out of the village. Even though
Shippou and Kirara came with them, and they had Yukio, it still meant that he
would have Kagome pretty much to himself until they returned. Because of that,
he didn’t care how much feeding and changing Yukio slowed them down when they
were traveling. It just meant that the trips would take longer and he was fine
with that.
‘Keh, I don’t even
mind ‘helping people’ if it drags out the trip some. And if I can get the cat
to pup and kit-sit, that’s even better.’
“Feh, let’s make camp,” he said.
“But it’s
not even getting dark,” Shippou replied.
“This is
the only decent fishing stream within walking distance. If we stay here and
head for the village in the morning, we’ll be better off than heading home
tonight and having to camp somewhere where there’s no food or water.
Shippou
gave him a look that said, ‘You just want to be alone with Kagome.’ He shrugged
and sent back a look that replied, ‘Yeah. What of it?’ The kit dropped his gaze
and looked elsewhere. He smiled with victory.
Together
they made camp and prepared to settle in for the night. On his way to catch
that evening’s dinner, he motioned for Kirara to join him. The firecat mewed and followed.
“Okay, if I
catch you a nice fish all your own, will you pup-sit for a while tonight?”
The cat
gave him a look that was all smug feline and mewed what amounted to ‘two fish.’
“Two?”
Kirara
nodded.
“Deal.”
After I get back from the bath. In the meantime, watch Yukio
and the stew.”
“You take
too long and I’ll eat it all without you and not save you any!” Shippou
threatened.
He snorted
and followed Kagome. He found her already naked and in the water, her hair put
up in a messy bun on her head. Smiling, he stripped and slipped in, embracing
her from behind and kissing her neck.
“Mmmm. I think I’ve caught a water
tennyo. Legends say a man who catches a water tennyo is granted his every wish,” he purred in her ear.
“Mmmm-hmmmm,” she sighed, turning in his embrace and
straddling him. “And what is your wish?”
He pulled
her closer, growling softly. “You know what I wish.”
“Well,
since you’ve caught me, your wish is my command,” she replied coyly.
He stroked
her sides and licked the hollow of her throat. “Ooo,
I like the sound of that.”
She laughed
softly. “I’m sure you do.”
“Where’s
that damn sheath?”
“Over
there,” she replied, pointing in the direction of her bathing supplies. A
familiar little packet lay beside them. “But we don’t need it right now, do we?”
He picked
her up and laid her down on the bank of the spring, his hips between her legs
as he leaned over her, licking and caressing.
“Soon.”
She moaned
and gave herself over to him, her arms coming up to stroke his back and tangle
in his hair.
He could
never get enough of her: her body, her scent, the sound of her voice,
everything about her. Every time they made love he was humbled by her trust in
him. Each time he asked to have her, he half expected her to refuse him. He
kept waiting for her to come to her senses and realize that he was a lowly
hanyou who was unworthy of her, but she always welcomed him into her bed and
her body with joy and love. Even now when he fumbled in his need and haste, she
only giggled and asked him what his hurry was.
‘I still don’t deserve you. I don’t think I
ever will. What half-breed deserves a woman like you? You are my tennyo. A tennyo
of love who came to heal my broken heart. I do love you Kagome. I do. I
love you so much. And someday I’ll build you a house and live in it with you
for as long as we both shall live.’
Their
joining did take a little longer because of the sheath, but his urgency and
need from being denied her for three days made up for it, and he reached his
peak at the same time she did.
Afterwards,
she took the sheath off of him, rinsed it out and put it in her bag. Anything
that wouldn’t rot in the ground, she always brought back to her world to
dispose of so she wouldn’t pollute his time. Looking at the sheath, he once
again marveled at its effectiveness and the simplicity of the design.
Kagome had
once bought a ‘variety pack’ just for fun and showed him the different shapes
the sheaths could come in. There was one with soft spikes while anothed
rd
ridges and still another had little bumps all over it. She had explained that
the shapes were meant to increase a woman’s pleasure. He’d snorted and said it
wasn’t the woman who needed help to increase pleasure, but the man who was
wearing the damn thing. Still, they’d tried the one with the spikes just to see
what would happen. While he’d hated it because it was much thicker than their
normal kind, her reaction had been… interesting. They’d never used them again
because he couldn’t climax while wearing them, but he often wished that their
thin kind had come in the different shapes just to see her react that way
again.
“I should
wash and head back. Shippou wanted to bathe with you,” he said as they slipped
back into the warm water.
“Mmmm, okay. I think I’ll soak a bit.”
He kissed
her, chuckling. “I knew you would.”
She gave
him a sweet smile. “You know me so well. Thank you for remembering this place
and bringing us here.”
He smiled
back and nuzzled her. “Thank you for being with me.”
“I love
being with you.”
‘I love being with you too, my Kagome.’
He sighed and kissed her again, before dunking his head under the water to wet
his hair.
Kagome had
‘shampoo’ covered hands when he came up and she scrubbed his hair, using the
pads of her fingers to rub his scalp the way he liked. When his hair was clean
he rinsed it and washed his body, refusing to let her do it because he knew
they didn’t really have time to make love again.
“What took
you so long? Yukio almost went after you,” Shippou complained when he got back
to camp.
Yukio was
sitting next to Kirara in her full firecat form and
looking rather put out.
“’Tou!” he cried when he saw his father.
“My hair
takes a long time to wash,” he answered neutrally, staring the kit down.
He nodded
and sat down next to Kirara, pulling the pup into his lap.
“’Tou,” he sniffled, sucking his thumb. :Leader-male.
You went away.:
“Pup,” he
answered, rubbing Yukio’s ears. :I always come back.:
“Kaa?” :Mother-female?:
“She’ll be
here soon. She is washing.”
The pup
looked like he was going to start fussing so he decided to distract him.
“Here,” he
said, giving the pup a rock he’d fished from the hot spring.
Yukio
grabbed it with both hands and started gnawing on it happily. He smiled and
shook his head.
‘Rips up Kagome’s toys but give him
a rock and he’s happy.’
Kagome
returned with Shippou a short time later and they had dinner. Afterwards they
settled down for the night and cuddled up in Kagome’s large two-person sleeping
bag with Yukio between them, Shippou sleeping at Kagome’s head and Kirara
curled at their feet.
In the
morning they finished the trip back to the village and arrived by
mid-afternoon. After checking in with Sango, Miroku and Kaede,
and leaving Shippou with the miko so he could help
her separate herbs, he and Kagome headed for the den. The day was proving to be
another scorcher and they were eager to escape into the coolness of the forest.
He caught
the unfamiliar yet familiar scent before they’d even reached the hillside, and
all his senses went on full alert.
‘I know this scent…’
He hadn’t
smelled it in almost a year, but he knew it right away.
“What is
it?” Kagome asked him as she took his hand.
“We have a
visitor,” he answered.
“Huh?”
They
cleared a set of trees and the mound that held their den came into view.
Sitting on top of it, playing with a bunch of picked flowers, was a little
human girl they knew all too well. Kagome gasped and stopped in her tracks, but
Rin saw her and offered a huge happy smile of
welcome.
“Kagome-sama! Inuyasha-sama! Rin is so glad to see you. Sesshoumaru-sama said to wait right here for you and here
you are!”
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