The Boyfriend | By : Xakana Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 19837 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Disclaimer:
InuYasha, Kagome and anyone else you saw in the manga or anime does
not belong to me. Yukio does. If I saw so much as a shiny penny for
this story, you think I’d be writing fanfiction still? Okay, I
would… Damn other authors and their more interesting universes…
Genre:
Angst, Romance
Rating: M
Codes: Inu/Kag
Feedback: Keeps my
muse talking and the stories coming! Do tell. But if you have a
flame, use it for something more productive, like setting your
clothes on fire.
The Boyfriend
Chapter 27
“InuYasha, hurry!” Kagome called out. She
could hear his frantic footsteps approaching, but was afraid that he
was going to be too late. She bit her lip and stared ahead, willing
him to move just a little faster. Just in time, he burst into view as
one small, shaky foot touched the ground. Another followed and Kagome
held her breath, certain that this time was it. Sure enough, only a
half a minute later, tiny hands clasped her own as Tama finished her
first steps all on her own.
Kagome looked over to InuYasha, who was grinning
ear to ear and she knew how important it was to him not to have
missed this. Tama stomped her little feet in joy, squealing happily
as Kagome held her up for a moment and then she looked over at the
hanyou watching her and waved.
“Hi, Dada!” she called and then turned to him
to try to make it the longer distance to where he was standing.
InuYasha crouched automatically and held out his hands as she started
toddling towards him. Kagome wiped away a very happy tear as Tama
reached him and repeated her happy dance. InuYasha cheered and lifted
her up above his head, making her shriek with laughter. Kagome stood
up slowly, feeling the strain of the past week in every exhausted
muscle of her body.
InuYasha watched her with no small amount of worry
as she slowly crossed the room, looking like she might pass out at
any minute. He knew the strain she had been under for the last year
and a half was taking its toll on her and he was just glad for the
break between her second and final years in high school. She needed
to rest after the last terrible battle with Naraku. Miroku had taken
in so much shouki that Kagome had to use every last bit of her
purifying powers to save his life—again.
A year ago, Kagome had passed out after purifying
as much as she could and couldn’t help but feel that if she had
been Kikyo, Miroku might not have this death sentence hanging over
his head. She felt as though she had failed, being unable to stop
some of the miasma encroaching on his heart and had pleaded with him
not to use his kazaana again, lest the poison spread and kill him. He
had begged her in return not to tell any of the others how badly he
had been infected. Despite her better judgment, she had agreed and
only the two of them knew that even if the kazaana was cured now,
Miroku’s life would still not be as long as an average man’s
unless they could find a way to purify the last of the shouki from
his body. Still, it had turned out InuYasha had smelled it and
really, only Sango hadn’t been told the true extent of it—though
Kagome often expected she knew anyway.
The new poisoning had been three days ago and she
could barely move for an entire day after. Now, she was still drained
and weak, but able to walk on her own again. She had come back home,
leaving Miroku in the care of Sango, Shippo and Kohaku. While Koga
was there, she doubted he was doing much with the group without her
there. He may have given up on wooing her, but Koga still only seemed
interested in talking to her and goading InuYasha when they were all
together. In a way, it was relieving, that he hadn’t really changed
when she rejected him. But his focus on defeating Naraku was stronger
than ever and Kagome was worried about the risks he took—as though
he had nothing left to lose.
But then, so had Miroku. And Kagome herself—she
had been forced to take breaks during the five days it had taken her
to purify the miasma because it had started to kill her, as well. She
still felt sick from it and was glad she was resting at home and
didn’t have to go back to school for another week. She worried
about how vulnerable the last three shards were without InuYasha and
her there to protect and purify them.
“Bonyuu, Mama!” Tama exclaimed, leaning
against Kagome’s legs when she came close. Kagome nodded and sat
down and Tama crawled into her lap and pushed up her shirt to nurse.
InuYasha smirked at her when he got a flash of breast and she stuck
her tongue out at him. She had come a long way from the nervous
teenager hiding in her room every time her baby was hungry. And
InuYasha was no longer shy about openly flirting with her. Tama fell
out of Kagome’s lap without warning and Kagome grabbed her at the
last second before she hit the ground. Unfortunately, this wasn’t
the first time this had happened.
“Has the doctor called?” InuYasha asked as he
knelt down to help Kagome lift Tama back into her lap.
“Yes. He said we need to go in today, that he
can’t tell me the results over the phone.” Kagome ran her hand
gently over her daughter’s hair, revealing small red marks on her
pale skin. “But they definitely know what’s wrong.” InuYasha
nodded and went to the hall closet to get the baby carrier. When Tama
finished nursing, she had fallen asleep and InuYasha lifted her
softly onto Kagome’s back and held her there while Kagome tied the
carrier on. A few minutes later, they were sailing through the air
over Tokyo on InuYasha’s back. Kagome rested her cheek on his
shoulder and breathed deeply of the air as it passed through his
hair. She loved few things as much as she enjoyed these moments on
his back, watching the landscape pass beneath them.
Too soon they landed in front of the clinic that
housed Tama’s doctor. They walked in and signed the sheet; glad to
see it wasn’t too busy that day. A short wait seemed unbearable
enough, given the dire tone of the call earlier. And it wasn’t made
easier when they were called forward, taken back to a private room
and left alone for a few minutes after the doctor reviewed Tama’s
chart. When he came back, he gave them the bad news.
“Tama has a rare condition called Aplastic
Anemia,” Dr. Tanaka informed them. “She has a severe form that
I’m afraid cannot be treated without a bone marrow transplant.”
“What’s that?” InuYasha asked, confused and
worried. His concern wasn’t abated by the explanation that
followed.
“I’m going to need a sample from you,
Higurashi-san,” he said, turning to Kagome.
“Is that safe?” InuYasha asked. “She’s
been sick lately, herself.” Dr. Tanaka turned to InuYasha frowning.
“I will take a sample from you as well, then,”
he said.
“InuYasha isn’t Tama’s biological father,
Sensei,” Kagome told him quietly, trying not to wake Tama. They
felt she was too young to know the details of her conception.
“There is still a chance that he may have a
usable blood-type,” Dr. Tanaka assured her. “I will warn you that
the procedure is not without its risks…”
Kagome and InuYasha sat next to each other under
the sacred tree outside the shrine, with Kagome’s head resting on
his shoulder and his fingers twined about hers. They had been
enjoying the sunset and trying to forget the painful experience of
only a few hours before. InuYasha was worried what his hanyou blood
would look like to the doctors and wondered if they would be able to
tell it wasn’t normal human blood, but he had given it willingly.
In a way, he wanted very much to be a match so that Tama would have
his blood in her veins—after a fashion—as well. To him, that
would cement his adoption of her.
“Do you think we’re making the right choice?”
Kagome asked. “What if she doesn’t survive?”
“She will survive,” InuYasha answered simply.
He refused to consider any other possibility and he had no intention
of allowing Kagome to do so, either. He stopped her protest short and
stubbornly repeated himself. He relaxed when he felt the tension
leave her back. He wasn’t certain that he was right, but he’d be
damned if he let it show. He looked over at the little girl, sitting
in the grass and playing with a baby rattle drum with a bright smile
on her face. A thought suddenly occurred to him. “What if I’m a
match,” he proposed, “and more importantly, what if I donate my
marrow and it turns her into a hanyou?”
“So?” Kagome asked. It was such a casual
response that InuYasha looked down at her. He touched her face to
turn it to meet his eyes.
“So what if she becomes a hanyou?”
“Then she’ll be a hanyou,” Kagome answered
firmly. “And she’ll still be our daughter.” A rush of heat
filled InuYasha with some emotion that felt unfamiliar, tinged with
love, which had become a permanent resident in his heart. It was an
emotion he liked, as confusing as it was and he impulsively embraced
Kagome. Her small body seemed so fragile in his arms and he was
desperate to protect the wonderful person inside of it. He poured all
his love into the hug and he felt her arms wrap around his and return
her own.
The next morning, they were called back to the
clinic. This time, it was packed and they waited a good three hours
before they got to see the doctor. They were incredibly antsy by the
time he called them back into a different room and sat them down.
There was a strange look on his face as he examined the little
clipboard in his hand.
“Taji-san,” he said to InuYasha. Kagome gave a
small smile, like she always did, hearing his adopted last name. “You
are a perfect match for Tama.”
“I am?” InuYasha responded, surprised. He had
wanted that, but he certainly hadn’t expected it.
“Yes. Because you are related to her,” he
finished. “It is a distant relation, to be sure, but your DNA is
similar. Honestly, I would say she was a many-times-great niece or a
distant cousin.”
“Many-times-great niece,” InuYasha repeated,
an idea forming in his head as he recalled looking into Yukio’s
eyes for the first time.”
“Well, obviously, that’s not possible. Most
likely, you had a common ancestor many generations ago.” InuYasha
stopped listening as the doctor continued talking about DNA coding
and looked at Kagome. He could tell by the look she shot back at him
that she was thinking the same thing. “…So I would like to do the
transplant. I don’t want to wait with her red blood cell count so
low, and even if I filter your blood to remove the white cells, it
could drastically increase the chances of her suffering a rejection.”
“All right, Sensei, whatever you feel is best,”
Kagome answered. Dr. Tanaka nodded and they began scheduling the
appointment that Kagome hoped would rid her baby girl of the horrible
fatigue spells and deathly common colds.
When they got home, InuYasha turned to the well
house instead of the main house and Kagome called after him. “I
have something I have to do,” he said as he hurried over to the
small building. He jumped in, filled with a righteous rage. It took
him most of the day, which he did regret, but he tracked down his
brother. Sesshomaru was standing by a stream, watching Rin catching
fish by hand. He turned to watch his brother advancing on him,
completely unaware of the hanyou’s intentions. Until they landed on
his face.
InuYasha pulled one of Sesshomaru’s own tactics
against him, throwing a punch without warning into his jaw, sending
him flying backwards. Sesshomaru sat up, surprised and angry and
touched his face.
“Take that, you smug, arrogant, hypocritical
asshole!” InuYasha spat at him. Sesshomaru rose to his feet,
preparing himself for battle.
“Have you lost what little mind you had?” he
demanded.
“No, but you’re going to lose yours. And your
piece of shit many-great-grandson is going to hurt my woman. And not
just any grandson—a human one, you piece of shit.” Sesshomaru
stared silently at InuYasha, now completely confused and assured of
his brother’s loss of sanity. But before he could question him
further, InuYasha spun around and jumped off back into the trees the
way he came.
“What was that half-breed going on about, my
lord?” Jaken asked as he walked up to Sesshomaru. The taiyoukai
looked down at him only briefly, then turned and walked in the
opposite direction from the departure of the deranged hanyou.
“Rin, we are leaving.”
“Hai, Sesshomaru-sama!” she called, as always
and leapt from the stream. He made a note to himself to get her a new
kimono, as the one she had worn for the past three years with him was
now too short and he could see far too much leg on her as they were
taking on the curving shape of a woman’s. It was… distracting.
To be continued…
A/N: My apologies to my readers for the long time between
updates. Yes, I’ve still been working on this, but between a bad
case of writer’s block and being a new mother, it took me quite a
while (and since I was not even pregnant yet when I wrote this, my
apologies for how long it has been going on with so little written).
We will get to more action shortly (I hope) but a progression was
called for, so here it is. Yes, you can expect the next chapter to
take a while! My daughter is seven months old, but that’s still a
LOT of work and a lot more to come when she hits full toddler ;)
And for the Japanese language lesson: bonyuu means “mother’s
milk.” Also, I get asked “why use Japanese words when English
will work?” The answer is twofold. One, it’s a sneaky little way
to teach little Japanese things—the same reason I use real Japanese
traditions instead of what I’m most familiar with. I research what
is appropriate for Japan for any given circumstance (that is, I
believe, what makes my stories a little different than other
“Kagome’s Baby” stories and other common themed fictions). Two:
it’s in homage to the original anime/manga. In Japan, it’s
perfectly normal to throw in random English words into the anime! So
if you’ve never watched anime in its original Japanese, you might
not know that and that it’s actually a part of the anime culture to
be bilingual. As usual, thank you for reading!
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