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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-Five
“I’m gonna
get you!” Kagome teased, laughing. :Run! Pup, run!
Mother-female catch pup!:
Yukio let
out a squeal of delight and toddled away as fast as his little legs could carry
him, which considering he was a hanyou, was pretty damn fast. Kagome gave chase
and they ran around the shrine grounds, laughing and playing in the warm
afternoon sunlight.
‘It’s a shame Inuyasha’s missing this,’ she
thought as she marveled once again at how quickly Yukio was developing.
Two days
ago he’d had mastered the words ‘Jii-chan’ and ‘Baa-chan’ much to Jii-chan and Mama’s
delight. He still called Souta ‘Outa’
because ‘S’ was still a problem for him, but she was sure he’d get it soon.
Inuyasha
had been gone for five days, and she was missing him terribly. Yukio missed him
too and often asked where he was. She kept telling him that his Otou-san had gone away on a trip and would be back soon.
She used the opportunity to teach him the days of the week and the basics of
counting. On her calendar she had circled the tenth day, the day Inuyasha was
supposed to come for them and they would go back through the well, and she made
it a point to mark off each day with him every morning, going through the
exercise of listing and counting off the days left. In this way, she had taught
him how to count to ten.
yashyasha will be so proud when he
hears Yukio recite his numbers. I know he wants me to teach him everything I
can.’
Yukio tried
to hide behind Goshinboku, but he kept giggling so
his hiding spot was easily given away. Kagome played along anyway, making a
show of looking for him.
“Where is
he? Where is Yukio?” :Where pup?: “Where’d he go. Oh
no, I can’t find him!” :Where pup? Pup missing!
Mother-female find pup!:
She popped
up behind him and pounced on him. “Found you!” :Caught!:
Yukio
yelped then started laughing. “Okaa!”
Rolling him
onto his back, she rubbed him and blew raspberries on his belly as he giggled
and squirmed.
“Got you! Got you!” :Mother-female
found pup!:
“Okaa!” :Mother-female! Pup good!
Pup good!:
She
snickered and rubbed her nose into his chest. “My little big dog.” :Good pup!:
Then she
picked him up, held him high over her head and spun him around. He put out his
arms and his sounds of glee could be heard clear across the shrine grounds.
Bringing him close to her chest, she adjusted his hat because it had become a
little loose when she had spun him, and she didn’t want it falling off. Even
though the shrine was closed for the day, she didn’t want to take any chances
that someone might come by and see Yukio’s puppy ears. As a result, he always
wore a hat whenever he was outside of the house, no matter where they were
going or what they were doing.
“Otou,” Yukio burbled, nuzzling her under her chin. :Leader-male gone.: Then he held up one hand and silently
folded each finger down like they had done that morning.
“One. Two. Three.
Four. Five,” she counted off. “Five days before Otou comes home.” :Good pup!:
He put his
head on her shoulder and she swayed back and forth, rocking him and cooing as
she planted little kisses on his forehead. “Love you, baby.”
:Mother-female loves pup. Mother-female loves pup very much. Good pup.:
“Higurashi?”
>
Kagome
froze at the voice.
‘Houjou?’
Slowly she
turned around to see the young man standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his
hands. Her surprise soon turned to irritation, but not at the boy.
‘Eri…
Yuka… I’m going to kill you.’
The
previous day she and Ayumi had stopped at WacDonald’s on the way home from school and they had run
into their old friends from junior high. Kagome hadn’t seen them since her 17th
birthday party and they were eager to catch up with her. The girls had asked
about Inuyasha and she had answered carefully, making sure to leave out
anything about Yukio because she didn’t want them to know about him. Not that
they couldn’t be trusted, but well… they couldn’t be trusted. Houjou showing up at the shrine carrying flowers was
glaring proof of that.
‘I wish you two would just give it up! I’m
not interested in Houjou. I love Inuyasha!’
“Houjou-kun!” she stammered.
“Higurashi, why are you barking at that child?”
‘Barking? Oh… the inu-youkai…’
“Barking?
Oh that. Ummm… it’s just a game we play,” she
stuttered, hoping the years since junior high hadn’t dulled any of his naiveté.
Yukio
sniffed, turning golden eyes towards the boy. :New
male. Not pack,: he said, and clung to his mother
worriedly. Strange males were never good; especially when Otou
wasn’t around. “Okaa?”
‘Damn.’
“Okaa?” Houjou
repeated. “Higurashi, is this baby… yours?”
She drew
herself up, one hand on Yukio’s back and met Houjou’s
questioning gaze.
“Yes.” ‘It’s too much to explain and he doesn’t
need to know. It’s none of his business anyway and maybe he’ll finally give up
on me.’
Houjou flinched at her plain answer. “Does… does the school
know?”
She shot
him an irritated glare. “Being that I’m still in school, the answer to
that would be no.”
The boy
looked away, his eyes falling to the flowers that hung limply at his side.
“Is this
why you went to live at your aunt’s?”
“Yukio… Ten
months. You’ve been keeping him a secret for ten months?”
“It’s easy
when I’m not here 90% of the time and only go in to school every two weeks and
to take exams,” she said with a shrug.
“And… and
who is the father?”
“A boy I’ve
been seeing since Junior High.>
>
Houjou’s eyes opened wide. “Since Junior
High?”
She nodded,
feeling sympathy for him because he was looking crushed. “I’m sorry Houjou-kun. I tried to tell you…”
“Is he
going to do right by you?” he asked suddenly.
‘Huh?’ “You mean is he going to marry me?
I… I think so. Eventually.” ‘If he doesn’t get dragged into Hell by his undead ex-girlfriend… who
has been suspiciously absent these last eight months.’
“Eventually?”
She nodded.
“After I graduate High School and turn eighteen. Then I think we’ll get
married.”
“Where is
he now?”
“Far away. He had to go away on a trip.”
“Away on a trip? Kagome, is he much older than you?”
‘Ummm, how should
I answer that?’ “No. Not that much older. He’s eighteen.” ‘Or the equivalent in hanyou
years. Funny how they grow
fast as babies but then they reach a point where everything slows down.’
Inuyasha
explained that hanyou and youkai offspring grew fast
to get out of the helpless stage quickly. Once they weren’t so vulnerable,
however, their development slowed down. He predicted that Yukio would grow like
a weed for the first two or three years, then they
would see a gradual slowdown. And of course, as she loved to tease him, hanyous might grow fast but they matured very, very slowly.
Houjou nodded at her answer.
“Do you
love him?” he questioned.
“Yes,” she
replied without hesitation. ‘More than breath, more than life.’
The sadness
in his eyes increased, but then she saw him shake his head slightly and muster
a soft smile. “I’m glad. I want you to be happy, Higurashi.”
‘Oh Houjou. You’re a good man. If I hadn’t fallen in
love with Inuyasha, I would have been happy to be your girlfriend.’ “Thank
you, Houjou-kun.”
He smiled a
little wider and offered her the flowers. “These are for you.”
She bowed
slightly and accepted the flowers with her free hand, showing them to Yukio.
“See the
pretty flowers, Yukio?”
Yukio
sniffed the flowers then grabbed one, ripped it off its stem and ate it.
“Yukio!”
“Pleh!” the baby sputtered, spitting out the foul tasting
flower. :Not food,: he complained.
Kagome
started laughing, and Yukio gave her an irritated glare as if to say, ‘What are
you laughing at?’ He looked so much like his father in that moment that she
just laughed harder. She heard Houjou chuckling too.
“He is very
cute, Higurashi,” the boy said, coming closer to get
a good look at him.
Yukio
started warning him off with a little growl so Kagome bounced him and gave him amE>a shush.
“Hush, baby. It’s okay.”
Yukio
stopped growling, but he kept up his little ‘stay away from my mother’ glare.
‘Damn, he does become more and more
like Inuyasha every day. I think he’d be proud to know Yukio was growling at Houjou. He’d probably tell him: Good job defending our territory,
pup. Next I’ll teach you how to pee on a tree.’
Houjou was looking at the baby with wary, suspicious eyes.
“Does he take much after his father, Higurashi?”
‘You have no idea.’
“Yes, he
looks just like him.”
“His hair
is… unusual.”
‘His hair? Houjou, his hair is the only thing about him that might be
considered normal.’
She nodded.
“Yes, but I love it. I think it’s beautiful. His gold eyes too.”
She could
see “Right,”
she replied dryly. ‘Well, it isn’t like
he hasn’t asked Inuyasha for help before. The reason he found out Inuyasha had
been sealed was because he sent Jaken to ask if he’d
fight the neko-youkai with him. And they have worked
together in the past in a kind of ‘common enemy now, I’ll kill you later’ way.
And Sesshoumaru does care about Inuyasha. I know he does. He came to stop
Inuyasha from running rampant that time he transformed into a full youkai and started killing. I know he said he didn’t kill
Inuyasha because killing him when he didn’t even know who he was wasn’t a
victory, but I don’t believe him.’
During
their talk, Rin had set Yukio down and he’d toddled
over to Ah-Un. The two-headed dragon-like beast had lowered its heads down to
examine the child and Yukio, in his typical innocent fearlessness, had grabbed
hold of the bridle. Surprised, Ah-Un jerked its heads up, pulling Yukio with it
because he didn’t let go. Yukio let out a delighted laugh as he was flung
around. His mother, of course, was terrified.
“Yukio!”
she screamed, leaping to heet aet and grabbing for her son.
Ah-Un, now
even more upset by the strange human rushing at him, rolled back its eyes and
reared up.
“Let go of
my baby!” Kagome cried.
“Ah-Un! Bad Ah-Un! Put Yukio down,” Rin
scolded.
“Kagome-chan!” “Kagome-sama!” Sango and Miroku exclaimed as they came
running out of their hut in response to her distressed cry.
“It’s got
Yukio!”
They turned
to see the child dangling from the reins as the dragon-youkai
backed up against the hut wall.
“Don’t
corner it!” Sango warned. “Remember it can fly. If it spooks and takes off, it
could drop the baby!”
Kirara
dashed out of the hut and transformed, growling a challenge, which only served
to make matters worse. Thankfully, the beast’s bridle prevented it from
breathing fire and setting everything around it ablaze, but that was a small
consolation. Yukio, heedless of the mortal danger he was in, continued to laugh
and swing froe ree reins.
“Pony,” he burbled.
“Yukio,
sweetheart, that’s not a pony!” Kagome yelled. “Let go of the reins, baby. Let
go!”
Ah-Un swung
around, looking for a way out and Yukio swung with him, nearly smashing into
the side of the hut. Kagome almost fainted right there.
“Wheeeeeee!” the toddler said, giggling.
‘He thinks it’s a game. Like when Inuyasha
and I swing him around. He doesn’t realize that beast’s not playing!’ she
thought frantically.
“! What are you doing with my
son?” a very irritated voice said behind her.
‘Inuyasha?!’
She whirled
and there he was, looking exhausted and disheveled but perfect.
“Inuyasha!”
she cried in both greeting and relief.
He gave her
a short nod, but concentrated his attention on the threat to Yukio. He drew Tessaiga and balanced it on his shoulder.
“Hey you! Put my pup down.”
The ranks
of defenders split down the middle to allow the adult hanyou through, but
before anything else could happen Sesshoumaru appeared beside the beast as a
flying ball of light. He materialized, grabbed the beast’s bridle without so
much as a flinch, plucked the toddler from the reins and tossed him towards his
father, all without ever changing his neutral expression or batting an eye.
Kagome, seeing her baby flying through the air, screamed, but Inuyasha shoved Tessaiga into the ground tip first and snatched Yukio in
mid-flight.
“Wheeeee! OTOU!”
“Hey pup,”
Inuyasha greeted, catching him and holding him close.
“Otou! Otou!
Otou!”
Yukio chattered excitedly, completellivilivious that he could
have just been killed. :Leader-male!
Leader-male! Back safe! Leader-male!:
Kagome, her
legs weak with relief, ran over and threw her arms around them both.
“Inuyasha!”
He turned
his head to look at her, his eyes full of love and joy. “Hi. I’m back.”
For a
moment, she was speechless, then she kissed him. He
jerked under her touch, then she felt him relax and
put an arm around her. His hand on the small of her back pulled her tight
against his body and she felt the tremors that ran through him.
“I missed
you,” she breathed when the kiss finally ended.
His eyes
were swirling with need and happiness. “I missed you too. So
much.”
A wave of
lust hit her and she gripped his haori, fighting
herself so she didn’t throw him to the ground right then and there. He smelled
it too, because his eyes widened and flashed with momentary surprise before
answering in kind.
“Kagome…”
he growled softly under his breath.
“This
public display disgusts me,” Sesshoumaru’s
condescending voice said, breaking the spell they’d cast on each other.
“Oi. You’re just pissed because
you haven’t gotten any in over two centuries,” Inuyasha spat back. “Isn’t it
high time you found a mate and started popping out a few pups of your own?”
There was
stunned silence and everyone braced for the explosion and subsequent battle to
the death. It never came.
“Rin,” Sesshoumaru called, stretching out his hand.
The little
girl, overjoyed at seeing her benefactor again, ran to him and grabbed it.
“Sesshoumaru-sama! Rin is so happy
to see you! She missed you so much!”
If anyone
thought it was odd that the inu-youkai didn’t shrug
off the child’s touch or pull his hand away, no one said, mostly because they
were still stunned by Sesshoumaru’s lack of response
to the obvious insult. He picked her up and placed her on Ah-Un, then walked
away without another word. Rin waved as Ah-Un
followed its master, Jaken hurrying beside it.
“Good-bye! Rin thanks you for taking care of her. She’ll be back!”
Sesshoumaru
took to the air without so much as a backward glance.
“Sesshoumaru-sama! Wait for us!” Jaken
cried, hopping up and down.
Rin bent down and offered her hand to the toad-youkai. “Come on, Jaken-sama.”
Jaken took the offered hand and hopped up onto the
two-headed beast. Rin waved a final time as Ah-Un
flew after the fading figure in the sky.
“Bye!”
“Keh. Still an arrogant asshole,”
Inuyasha huffed.
“Inuyasha…”
she warned.
He gave her
a frightened glance. “Don’t sit me! I’ve got the pup!”
Miroku,
coming out of his shock, shook his head and tsk-ed.
“Still the same as always, I see. It is good you are back, Inuyasha. You were
sorely missed.”
The others
gathered around them, Kirara transforming back into her kitten form and hopping
onto Miroku’s shoulderom iom inside the hut, Miyoko’s cry reached her mother and Shippou called from
within.
“Excuse
me,” Sango said and hurried to answer her daughter’s wail.
Shippou
came running out a moment later.
“Inuyasha!”
the kit cried, leaping up to his shoulder.
“Oi, Shippou.”
“What
happened?” he asked.
“Sesshoumaru’s two-headed dragonet had Yukio.”
The kitsune
kit gasped.
“Actually,
I think it was the other way around,” Sango commented, coming out of the hut
carrying Miyoko.
“How’d that
happen?” Inuyasha asked, looking at Kagome.
Kagome
blushed. “I was talking with Jaken and Rin was supposed to be watching him, but somehow he toddled
over to that beast and just grabbed its reins when no one was looking.”
He looked
at Yukio who was still beaming at him.
‘He knows and adores his father so
much.’
“Oi, pup, you need to learn not to wander away from your
keepers.”
“Otou.” :Leadele. le. Pup happy
leader-male back safe.:
He nuzzled
his son. :Leader-male happy to be back with pack.:
Then he turned heated eyes her way and pulled her close again. :Leader-male very happy to be back with pack,: he
said in inu-youkai, knowing she would understand him.
She
answered by lifting her head just slightly to bare her throat, a sign of
obvious submission, and she saw his nostrils flare and his eyes dilate as they
focused on the pulse point of her neck. A low growl escaped his lips and her
knees went weak.
‘Oh god… what he does to me.
One look and I’m a puddle of goo. A horny puddle of goo…’
“You must
tell us all about what you found in the Western Lands, Inuyasha,” Miroku
interrupted.
‘Now? We
haven’t seen each other for 16 days. Can’t this wait?’
“Feh. Not much to tell. Fields
destroyed, people starving, carrion-eaters running rampant, my idiot brother
staring at the tides while his lands fall apart…”
“It is true
that you wielded Tenseiga?” the monk asked.
She felt
Inuyasha puff up with pride and knew her hopes of a quromaromantic tryst were
just trampled by her hanyou’s ego.
“Yeah. It’s true. My stupid brother threw it away. I still
can’t believe that. He used it to torture his Lord Marshal then got upset when
it rejected him.”
“Jaken told us you used Tenseiga to revive Ah-Un,” Sango
noted.
He nodded.
“That blade is incredible. It revived corpses that were weeks dead.”
“Amazing,”
Miroku breathed. “Such power, and in the hands of someone who seems so
cold-hearted.”
Inuyasha
had no answer, but Kagome saw something come into his eyes.
‘Hmmm, I wonder what he saw in his
brother all those days they were together.’
“Inuyasha,
you have returned,” Kaede’s voice said behind them.
Releasing
her, Inuyasha turned to face the old miko, picking up
Tessaiga in the process and sheathing it.
“Oi, Kaede-baba.”
The old
woman regarded him seriously for several seconds. “Hmmmmm. You look hungry. I’ll make lunch.”
Kagome
heard his stomach grumble in answer to the idea of food, and his face fell a
little.
“Yeah,” he
replied, putting one hand on his rumbling belly. “Didn’t get
a chance to eat much. Sesshoumaru’s a bastard
and he didn’t want to stop to rest or eat.”
“Sounds
like someone else we know,” Miroku commented to his wife.
The taijiya
nodded. “Must run in the family.”
“Oi!” Inuyasha growled, glaring at
them, but they just smiled and looked innocent.
1'> “Come this
way, Inuyasha,” Kaede beckoned.
“I have
some stew I made started this morning,” Sango offered. “I can bring it and we
can all eat together so Inuyasha can tell us about his adventures.”
“Hai, hai, an excellent idea,”
Miroku agreed. “I’ll get it for you.”
Lunch
turned into a welcome back feast, with numerous villagers bringing food and
coming to herald the village protector’s triumphant return. Kagome sat next to
him, listening to him speak of his time in the Western Lands, both before and
after he found Sesshoumaru, and tried to be patient. She knew that the others
were happy to have him back, just as she was, but she longed to get him alone.
His close proximity was driving her crazy because he was unwashed and smelled
of honest sweat; a scent she always found very arousing. To make matters worse,
he kept brushing up against her and her body, already tingling from his
nearness, went into overdrive every time they touched. She kept her hands
neatly in her lap when she wasn’t eating or holding Yukio, and prayed that
lunch would end soon.
“And is the
body of Manshirou still displayed by the castle
gates?” Miroku asked.
She looked
up and saw a twinkle in the houshi’s eyes.
‘He’s doing it on purpose,’ she realized
suddenly. ‘It’s payback for embarrassing
him with that book…’
Inuyasha
shoved a dumpling into his mouth and shook his head. “No. I convinced him to
take the damn thing down. None of his remaining seneschals would come back with
it still up there, and he could just forget any of the courtiers. They were
scared to death of him.”
“As well
they should be. Sesshoumaru is a powerful inu-youkai.
Manshirou was a fool to conspire with Naraku and then try to overthrow Sesshoumaru himself,”
Miroku said.
“Well, he’s
a dead fool now, so Sesshoumaru showed him.”
“Tell us
again what you said to him when he said Tenseiga had chosen a new master,”
Shippou enthused.
“Heh, I said it only accepted me because it wanted me to go in
there and kick his stupid a… errr butt,” he answered,
casting Kagome a worried glance.
“Oh to have
been a fly on the wall for that,” Sango commented, snickering.
“Heh,” Inuyasha chuckled, and finished off his rice.
Kagome
looked at his place setting and took in all the empty bowls and plates. The
hanyou had consumed an ungodly amount of food in a very short time.
‘He must have really been starving. Well, he
did say that he gave all his ramen to those hungry village children.’ She
could just see him doing that, picturing the haunted faces fill up with hope as
he handed them the only food he had so that they would have something to eat. ‘He gave them his last cup of ramen. That is
why I adore this man.’
He looked
at her and caught her staring at him with adoration. He blushed and ducked his
head, then peered back up at her through his bangs. Now that his belly was
full, she could sense his attention turning towards satisfying… other needs.
Why she was the only one who noticed this, she wasn’t sure. Or maybe the others
did notice it, but chose to ignore it. Whatever the reason, the longer they
drew out the conversation, the more Inuyasha began to fidget, and the more
Inuyasha began to fidget, the greater the chance he would lose his temper.
It was
glaringly obvious that he was growing more and more impatient and annoyed. His
answers were becoming shorter, his voice a little harder. Even Yukio noticed
that his father was less than happy, and ducked his head down under her arm to
avoid scrutiny.
“Pup bad?:
She shook
her head and patted him. :Pup good. Leader-male tired
from trip. Leader-male needs sleep.:
:Go to den?:
:Soon.:
Finally,
after several more questions and nervous looks, Kaede
intervened and called an end to the meal.
“Inuyasha
has come a long way and he is very tired. We should give him time with his
family and allow him to rest.”
“Thank you,
Kaede-obachan,” she whispered as the group began to
disperse.
“Old I may
be, but blind I am not. The monk was playing with dangerous fire.”
She nodded
vigorously, and turned just in time to see Inuyasha handing Yukio to Miroku and
heard her son’s loud protest.
“Here,
watch the pup for us.”
“Ah…” the houshi stammered.
“Otou!” Yukio cried, reaching for
his father only to wilt and sniffle when Inuyasha barked a very clear, :Pup stay with pack-male.:
Already
learning how to play them off each other, the toddler turned pleading eyes her
way. “Okaa!” :Mother-female!:
She kissed
him but refused to take him from Miroku’s arms.
:Do as leader-male says.:
Big fat
tears welled up in Yukio’s eyes and spilled over. “No!”
Inuyasha
growled at him, low and angry. :Obey leader-male.:
“Otou…” he tried again, plaintively.
Inuyasha
softened for a moment and rubbed his son’s ears. :Pup
safe. Pup still pack. Leader-male and mother-female have time alone. Pup is not
being left behind.:
‘Oh, he was afraid he was being cast
out of the pack…’
The
reassurance only placated him a little bit.
“Don’t
worry, sweetheart. Okaa will come get you before
dinner,” she promised, ignoring Inuyasha’s indignant snort. :Mother-female
loves pup. Pup still pack. Mother-female will come for pup. Pup be good. Pup stay with pack-male.:
“Go ahead
and take him,” she told Miroku.
The monk
nodded, casting her a knowing glance that made her blush,
and carried Yukio off as he and Sango went back to their hut. Once they were
gone, Inuyasha nipped at her neck and licked her ear.
“Run,” he
whispered huskily.
“Huh?”
“Run. Run for the den. I’ll give chase and catch you. I’ll even be
good and give you a head start.”
‘Oh…’ She had no illusions as to what
would happen when he ‘caught’ her, and a rush of heat flooded her body.
Inuyasha’s nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply, his eyes dilating.
“Run,” he
ordered hoarsely, a hint of desperation in his voice.
She ran.
She made it
to Goshinboku before he tackled her from behind, and
she almost hit the ground face first but at the last moment he cushioned her
with his body. Hungry lips found hungry lips and they rolled in the leaves by
the huge roots of the ancient tree. Whatever he was hoping for, she knew he was
shocked when he found himself straddled and pinned to the forest floor.
Surprised by her own aggression, but too thrilled by
the rush of power to care, she slammed him down by his shoulders and ravaged
his mouth, her fingers clawing at his clothin rea reach bare flesh. Her need
was raging out of control, and if he was feeling even a fraction of the desire
she was, she knew their coupling would be frantic and brief. She didn’t care
about that either. She needed him now.
She pulled
open his hakama, freeing him from the confines of the
red cloth as he ripped off her panties. With one swift movement she took him,
feeling him arch his back and grab her hips to pull her further down onto him
as they struggled in the throes of passion. She screamed his name and he howled
hers as they reached their peaks together, then they trembled as one, hers
ss
still gripping his hips as they rode out the aftershocks.
The whole
thing lasted five minutes, ift.
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