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Love\'s Consequences	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 10437 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Love's Consequences
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: Spoiler alerts! Just make sure you've seen the whole series, Final Act and Movies included, for I touch upon pretty much everything at one point or another.
Warning: There will be lemons in this story later on. Also, there will be character deaths in this story at a later time.
Chapter 27: Miracle
(A/N: Sorry, but pregnancy is just something I'm not so inclined to write extensively about. It's either misery and lounging around or feeling fine, not much different than not being so. I, personally, hated being pregnant. I only wrote a few scenes for it because I needed the end result. Lol.)
(A/N: +78 years, Late Spring/Early Summer)
It really was a good thing to have Mira around. Being the ex-apprentice to the healer in Edo, she had assisted in numerous births. Whereas Ori had been lucky enough to avoid pregnancy from her ordeal, some of the other women had not been so fortunate. As Kagome neared her due date, many other unwed women showed signs as well. Mira would soon have her hands full.
Due to the culture of the time, the young women who had been violated were now considered unfit to marry. Kagome offered them a way to make a living by serving at the castle. It was an arrangement that worked out to benefit all involved.
"What would you like for lunch today, Milady," the chef asked as Ori assisted the Lady of the house. The titles just stuck, no matter how hard she protested, nearly everyone referred to her as such. She had eventually given up on correcting them; if it made them more comfortable around her (and thus around Naraku,) it was not that big of a deal.
"Do we have anymore pickled vegetables and sweet cream?" the chef chortled at the unusual combination. "Oh, and grilled fish with berry puree?" Her cravings just got more and more unusual the bigger she got.
"I will bring it right out," she assured.
Kagome focused on getting as comfortable as possible on a pile of pillows while she waited. It was not an easy task, "Ugh." She gave up on her struggle, surrendering to the constant discomfort.
"Are you unwell," Naraku came in to the reorganized dining room to see her flopped defeatedly on her pile. Ori slipped into the kitchen to help since Kagome had her mate with her.
"This baby needs to come out already," she bemoaned, throwing an arm over her eyes dramatically. He couldn't agree more; not only had the child been making her moods wild and unpredictable, but it prevented him from getting too close to her either. It had a tendency to lash out with purifying powers whenever he touched her entire mid section; he really didn't want a certain part of his anatomy purified. Hopefully, it would be less troublesome once birthed.
"Perhaps a walk in the gardens after you've eaten," he suggested. She had been trying to speed things along, and walking, she claimed, was one such way. She groaned, but responded with a hand gesture, fingers clasped and thumb pointing upwards, which he understood to mean yes. She was willing to do almost anything by this point to send herself into labor.
Keeping a hand on her upper-back at all times, Naraku escorted his heavily swollen mate around the castle grounds. Her propensity towards randomly tripping over her own feet had reached its peak; it was a hazard he made sure to mitigate by always keeping someone with her.
A tiny wooden bridge allowed easy passage over the glistening stream of running water that crossed the grounds. As much as Kagome favored the idea of a swim to relieve the pressure off her body, the water was still too frigid to be comfortable. At the same time, the intense heat of the hot springs was too intense for her child as well. A nice, lukewarm swimming pool from her era would feel wonderful right about now.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Kagome's hand rested on her extended belly. Naraku looked her over speculatively, making sure she was alright. "She's kicking," Kagome supplied an explanation, having taken to choosing the gender she guessed their child to be. It was better than saying "it" all the time.
"He must want out," Naraku corrected with a smirk. They had no way of knowing for sure; even a demon with a keen sense of smell would be incapable of scenting beyond the tiny barrier.
"Oh," she grimaced at a particularly strong kick to what felt like her lower back and cervix. Kagome stood motionless for awhile before straightening up her posture as best as she could. "Okay, she's calmed down now." They moved to continue their walk only to have Kagome's feet slip out from under her. Naraku caught her without incident, and she spotted the culprit; the wooden boards of the bridge were wet, probably from the stream splashing against the river rock. The moisture made the wood slick. Odd though, that it was only the one area that was wet; the area right where she was just standing. The details clicked in Kagome's mind; she thought those kicks felt off. Not wanting to send her mate into undue panic-mode, Kagome calmly requested, "Let's go back to the castle, and…" there really was no way of saying this without alerting him to her condition, "fetch Mira." Her water had just broken.
"Ahh!" the piercing scream from the other side of the thin door demanded Naraku's attention. His steps stilled before continuing with his back and forth pacing. "Get him in here!" he heard the demand of his labored mate. It had not been the first; she had been declaring him to be dead for this for many hours now. He was unsure if he should go to her, or run away.
"But my Lady, the birthing room is forbidden to men," one of the older ladies protested. Naraku recognized the voice as the same female who urged her not to scream out; that comment had not been received well either. He heard a sound reminiscent of a growl before shuffling and the door opening quickly. Peering past the woman that opened the door, Naraku caught sight of the glare Kagome was sending his direction. "The Lady requests your presence, My Lord." He swallowed down his unease and strode to her side; her power flooded the room and was not as passive as usual. The prickly feeling on his skin was more on the side of stinging bees than teasing caresses.
"You did this to me," she ground out as another contraction hit her. He sat on the floor by her head, screens blocking the rest of her from sight.
"Yes, I did," he acknowledged, "as per your insistence."
"Ahh!" she took his hand when offered to her and squeezed through the pain.
"I can see the head, Kagome," Mira declared from between Kagome's legs. "Push, you're almost there." Naraku withheld wincing at her grip; her powers thrashed about the room haphazardly and shot up his arm.
"Wah!" Kagome's eyes shot open and her grip lessened as the cry echoed throughout the room.
"It's a healthy baby girl," Mira handed the bundle to Kagome. She saved the best part for them to see for themselves. Under Mira's guidance, they got the birthing mess cleaned up and bustled out of the room unnoticed.
Running gentle fingers through the girl's short black hair and humming softly, Kagome soothed the baby's cries. Naraku watched his mate's natural inclination for children work wonders, and their baby had soon calmed. A small hand reached out, the curling and uncurling drew attention to the tiny claws that tipped each digit. Claws? It couldn't be.
The tiny demon's eye lashes fluttered open, revealing her secret to both parents. Eyes locked onto the faces above her and they admired what they saw. Staring up at them were irises as black as night, with flecks and splashes of color; a reflection of the world around her and a window to within. Colors morphed and swirled, changing from blue and pink when she looked at her mother and fading to shades of reds when looking at her father. There was no question, this pure child, was also a demon; no human could have such eyes.
"Kiseki," Naraku spoke reverently, cradling the small spiderling. It was the only name befitting of such a wonder.
"Miracle," Kagome breathed its meaning. She truly was. It had taken decades for them to have a child, and when they finally did, she turned out to be a true miracle. A half-demon with holy powers, the perfect balance between the two of them.
Warning: Minor lemon!
Sweat slicked bodies clung together in passionate frenzy. Skin slapping together and water sloshing at their feet; it had been far too long. Naraku held tight to Kagome's hips as he pistoned into her. Almost a year, that's how long he had waited. Her heat gripped him tightly as he ushered her over the edge. Nine months of pregnancy, where Kiseki's barrier thwarted his intentions, and then another couple months to allow her body to heal. As soon as her flesh was sufficiently mended, he was beyond eager to have at her. Never mind that this was what caused her to get pregnant in the first place; he held nothing back as he released inside her again. Tremors racked their bodies and they slumped back down into their private bathing spring.
"I've missed that," Kagome mumbled. He wasn't the only one that felt tortured by their daughter's prenatal barrier. He smirked and pulled her closer only to hear Kiseki awake from her mat in the next room. Kagome moved to get her, but her legs wobbled precariously.
"Stay," Naraku directed and stood to retrieve their child. He donned a bathing robe and strode into their chambers to gather up the crying girl. He cradled her, patted her back, tried talking to her, but nothing worked to calm her down, 'How does Kagome do this?' Just as he was about to give up and just bring Kiseki to her mother, he felt, rather than heard, her "speaking" to him in vibrations. He had not been aware of his ability to understand the unique mode of communication, nor how to respond. With his body sensitized as it was from Kagome's recent explosion of power, he was opened to the heightened tactility of his kind. Deciding to try it, he let his instincts lead him; she calmed right down when he experimentally vibrated his body back to her.
It wasn't until he became whole that the instincts of a specific species started to come out rather then a vague mix of everything. He had been experiencing changes but since he didn't really interact with other spiders, there were still areas of himself he was ignorant on. Kiseki on the other hand, was conceived when he was complete; she was half-spider, without all the blurred lines. Her instincts ran pure.
With practice over the years, between the two of them, they uncovered the language of the spiders, vibrations.
(A/N: +143 years after mating. Kiseki is 65)
After about a century of living in the past, keeping track of days turned into tallying up years. Kagome would celebrate her birthday on the first day the flowers bloomed instead of trying to count out to April 17th, and after each child was born and their birthdate written down, she'd do the same for them. It was understandable why people here simply used seasons to mark time rather than counting 365 days, only to start again. Once calendars would be invented, and it became easier to keep track, she would revert, but for now, it was not that important to focus her energy on.
It helped that Kiseki's nights of weakness occurred on the solstices and equinoxes; that became their most reliable method of tracking time. During the summer solstice she turned human for the entire day, for the winter solstice, her transformation lasted all night. The equinoxes corresponded to their time of year, spring equinox was the first half of the day, and fall was the second half. The transformations barely seemed to affect the hyperactive toddler, though; she was just as inquisitive, rambunctious, and mischievous as a human as she was in her normal, half-demon form.
"Daddy! Daddy," the little voice of a small girl echoed down the long hallways of the castle. Despite being 65 years old, she looked no bigger than a human child of 6 or 7; half-demons appeared to age at a rate of 1 year of appearance to 10 chronological years of life. Naraku barely had a few seconds to register her rapid approach before she was barreling into his chest, clinging to the silken fabric so she could be at his height. "Daddy, is what mommy says true? She said she is from the future, but that's just a story, right?"
Naraku chuckled at his daughter's constant need to know, "In this case, her story is the truth. I have seen it myself."
"Really?" her wide eyes sparkled in wonder; a multitude of color flecks streaked towards the pupil and vanished like that of a black hole.
"But that will have to wait," he halted the barrage of questions he could see spinning around in her little head of black waves. "We have company." He looked out at the front gate of his castle and Kiseki followed his gaze.
"Who are they?" she asked, observing a group of demons walk freely through the barrier. That meant they were friends, because enemies would be repelled by the enchanted boundary.
"Go tell your mother that the wolf demons have arrived," he instructed and Kiseki was gone in the same instant. The sooner she fetched her mother, the sooner she could get answers.
"Lord Naraku," Ayame inclined her head in respect when her pack was greeted at the castle. He returned the gesture and waited for the reason behind their appearance at his castle. Sure, they had dealings over the decades, but it was not frequent or regular in any manner.
"Why are you calling him Lord, he's not- oomph," Ayame shut Kouga up with an elbow to the gut.
"We are here to ask for help," she reprimanded her brash mate under her breath. "Be polite!" Returning her attention to Naraku, she began explaining how humans have been multiplying and encroaching upon the eastern mountains. They were plundering the land and leaving a wake of ruin; forests burned, prey animals killed or driven out, and even the very soil became polluted from their careless misuse. This matter was of concern to Okumo castle as well, because the location in question lay along Naraku's eastern borders. With this castle located fairly central to the island, he had the wolf demons to the near east, and far to the west was Sesshomaru's territory. He was not distant from Edo either, which lay to the south. "I believe Kagome's input would be beneficial on this matter as well."
"She should arrive shortly," Naraku assured the pair, along with Ginta and Hakkaku.
"Couldn't we just take the humans out and forget about asking him for help?" Kouga disgruntled, which garnered another sigh from his more politically educated mate. She knew, that if they went after the humans, more would rise with a vengeance. They possessed strange, powerful weapons that made a bang noise and cast out a projectile; these "firearms" had already proven problematic to combat. Kouga may think knocking heads together was enough to make peace, but as could be seen from the way Kagome and Naraku organized their home, with demons, humans, and half-demons living together peacefully, she could see there was a far better way than going to war and shedding unnecessary blood.
"This way, Mommy!" Kiseki bounced around excitedly as she led Kagome by the hand towards their visitors. "Hurry!"
"Slow down, Sweetie," Kagome giggled at how exuberantly her daughter reacted to the idea of meeting new people. It was just like herself when she was younger. "They aren't going anywhere."
"Huh, is this-" Kouga stared wide eyed at the small girl. He could hardly believe the resemblance she bore to Kagome. She had the same soft, innocent face and bright smile; the sweet countenance that disarmed any who looked upon her. They looked almost the same, except-
"Wow, those eyes," Ayame was staring at the same discerning characteristic. "I've never seen eyes like that before." It was the first time they saw the child, and she was so radiant they nearly missed the small boy hiding behind Kagome's legs. While Kiseki ran right up to the strangers and started asking random questions as children do, their second child barely chanced a peek. Senzai (Potential) was another anomaly born from the two opposing forces, but unlike his sister, he appeared to be completely human. He lacked claws, fangs, or any other defining characteristics to indicate his demon heritage. If it wasn't for the red tint in his eyes, his parentage might have been questioned; he didn't even have a discernable demonic aura. They suspected that was how the toddler had managed to survive the prenatal period; without a demonic aura to purify from her body, Kagome's powers never flared in response. Even if they had, there was nothing to purify.
Ayame was no stranger to children; she had already had a couple litters herself and took the girl's questions in stride. That was probably why Kiseki tired of her; she was no fun. Instead, she turned her attention to the male wolf demon that had been looking at her strangely from the moment she ran up to them. Her mother had told her about them before; this one's name was Kouga, "I heard you used to be fast."
"I still am fast," he defended to the child as she circled around his legs. His instincts were causing the hair on his arms to stand up, but he couldn't tell why; this was just a child and he wouldn't let her scare him.
"Are you sure?" she repeated, looking at him speculatively, as if she could see right through him. "I sure can't see it." Naraku watched his daughter work with a smirk on the corner of his lips. Kouga had no idea what he was getting himself into. Ayame seemed to know, however, and took a step sideways, away from her mate as he entangled himself with his words. He could use a lesson in manners.
"Faster than any demon here," he declared, digging his own grave.
"Even faster than my Daddy?" she asked boldly.
Kouga finally realized the situation he was getting himself into, "Uhh…"
"Prove it," she challenged cockily, her innocent grin turning sly. As if in the blink of an eye her resemblance switched to that of her sire. "I bet you can't catch me."
Kouga scoffed, suddenly relieved that he wasn't going to have to embarrass himself by racing Naraku. A child would be easy to outrun, "Like I can't catch a baby spider."
"You said it, not me," she returned the remark before yanking on his tail and dashing away. She stopped about 10 meters away, waiting.
"Why you," Kouga growled out, but before he could take a single step, he found himself face first on the ground. "What the-" His first thought was that Naraku had done something to him, but the spider hadn't moved a muscle; he still stood in the same place with that infuriating smirk on his face. Then laughter rang out and he saw the young spider giggling up a storm; she had bound his legs!
She took off running, and he scrambled to his feet in pursuit. "He deserved that," Ayame observed after Kouga was out of sight. As embarrassing as it was that a child brought down her mate, he had been asking for it.
"Well, now perhaps we can actually get something figured out to solve this issue," Kagome expressed mirth at having the loudmouth occupied. She was not worried about Kouga hurting her daughter; she trusted her friend and Kiseki was plenty capable of taking care of herself.
Kiseki kicked off of tree stumps and flung herself around corners with practiced ease while Kouga repeatedly stumbled over the silken threads she ran behind her. Spinnerets hidden beneath her claws had long proven to be both her most entertaining and useful ability. Letting her fingertips brush along the walls of the castle and around bushes, she ran trip wires that were all but invisible in the shade. Rather than try to outrun a mature demon using pure speed and power, she used her inherited, manipulative tendencies. Diversions, fake-outs, and strategy could overcome pure power any day. In addition, she was remarkably fast for her young age; even a full-fledged, adult demon would have to work to keep up with her in a straight-lined race.
Even so, she was still a child; her evasive nature could only overcome the wolf's hard-headed determination and hyper-sensitive instincts for so long. Cornered in a crevice of the castle, she huddled behind a barrier of webs as Kouga clawed away at them to get to her. Her expressive eyes darted every which way, looking for a way out; a solution to overcome this predicament. She was a very sore loser and had no intention of giving up in their little game. Kouga blocked the only way out and her webs could only delay him a moment longer; there was really only one possibility, but it was a skill she had yet to perform correctly.
Her father had been working with her on a technique to move great distances in an instant. He would imbed an amount of his power into an object or location, such as his barrier around the castle, then would reach out with his aura and "grab" onto that anchor, that seed of power. The result was being pulled across space and appearing almost instantaneously at the desired location. She didn't need to move a great distance; a few meters would be enough to get her out of this corner.
He was close, too close. The last layer of webbing practically disintegrated under his claws, "I've got you now; there's nowhere to run." Her breathing accelerated with every step he came closer, slowly; a predator that cornered his prey. But she refused to be caught. Closing her eyes and searching with her still growing aura, she looked for the tiny spark of light that indicated a power seed. She only had one; it was just inside the wall she was currently huddled against, her room. 'I can do this,' she encouraged as she wrestled to get her aura under control; struggled to coordinate the immaterial substance to follow her will.
Kouga's feet kicked off the ground; pouncing on his quarry. His grasp was met with nothing; air through his fingers where the girl had been only a moment ago. His body did not stop in time and Kiseki heard the thump of someone's head against stone. Opening her eyes, she ran to her narrow window to look down at the spot she had just been. Joy and the feeling of accomplishment flooded her and she took off towards where the other adults remained.
"Daddy, Daddy," Kiseki came running down the stairs and outside. As per her usual, she scrambled up his front and held tight to his haori. "I did it; I blinked."
"Is that so?" he smiled back, pleased with her progress. She responded with telling every detail of how she outsmarted Kouga. A few minutes later, the aforementioned wolf came walking up with a rather large knot on his head from where he ran smack into the wall. Embarrassed beyond belief at having been defeated by a kid, he didn't say a word. Arms crossed, he determinately avoided meeting their gazes.
"Well," Ayame snorted, almost bursting into laughter and holding it in as best she could, "I thank you both for the suggestions on dealing with the humans; I hope to implement these methods soon."
"Come play with me again soon, Kouga," Kiseki hollered and waved as they departed. She laughed to herself when she saw his head slump between his shoulders. "I promise I'll go easy on you next time."
(A/N: Introducing my main OC, Kiseki. She is the one I want feedback on. The others are minor and inconsequential. Her details will come out slowly; please be patient with me.
In regards to her appearance, it's a fine line making her similar to her parents, but different enough to be her own person. I don't want her parentage to be obvious by looking at her, hence the black, expression-filled eyes, instead of the stereotypical red.
Senzai, if you recall, was a name used in reference in chapter 11.)
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