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The Lucky Ones
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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/Bottawhy his parents hated
driving in Japan.
He dearly missed the open wide-open spaces and countryside of Canada,
and cursed Japanese drivers as they failed to look ahead and pay any attention
to the road around them.
Pulling a
move out of an American action movie, he popped a curb and zipped around a
parked delivery truck on the pavement, narrowly avoiding the pedestrians that
clogged the sidewalk. His mother would have been shocked and horrified by his
recklessness, but he just smiled. His hanyou reflexes saved him every time and
no one got hurt. He knew Kagome hated the bike, and the way he handled it (too
much like his father did), but riding a motorcycle was the best way to get
around Tokyo these days and if he
was going to do it, he might as well do it in style. Besides, what his mother
didn�t know couldn�t hurt her.
�Ah, you may be all grown up now,
but you�re still her baby.�
He did
refrain from using the bike to climb the shrine stairs however, knowing such
disrespect would never be tolerated, and he wasn�t that dishonorable anyway.
Stepping off the bike, he secured it and set the alarm, slinging the small bag
with the remainder of his clothes over his shoulder, then
he paused at the sight of the familiar tall steps.
�Four hundred and fifty-two years...
Mama-baachan, I�ve come home.�
He was
surprised at how fast his heart was beating, and he took a moment to calm
himself down. He removed his helmet and checked the concealment spell that masked
his hanyou features. To an untalented human he appeared to be a normal looking
Japanese man in his late twenties with long black hair and brown eyes. To
anyone with Talent or youkai blood, he looked the same as he always had: silver
hair, gold eyes and doggy ears. The spell was keyed to the signet ring he wore
on his right hand, and he fingered the gold band, trying to ignore the naked
place on the ring finger of his left. His wedding ring was gone, buried with
his dead wife.
�Miaka gave me the
ring on our trip to Paris
for our 160^th wedding anniversary. Silly little Western custom... I
can�t believe it�s been almost 40 years. What�s four decades when you had over
twenty three?� He felt the pain seize his heart again and drew himself up,
blinking back tears. �I will not be sad. I
will noy. Ty. Today is my mother�s day. It�s her day to be reunited with Mama-baachan and I will not dampen it by mourning. I�ve been
waiting to see my grandmother again too.�
He had
memories of his mother�s mother. Mostly it was her scent that was ingrained on
his psyche, and he would occasionally stop by on his frequent business trips to
Japan, unbeknownst to his parents of course, just to catch a whiff of her. When
he smelled her, he always thought of comfort and candy.
A taxi cab
pulled up to the curb while he was staring at the stairs and the passenger got
out, narrowly missing hitting his bike with the car door. He almost barked a
warning and thinly-veiled threat as to what would happen if the bike was
scratched, but he stopped himself at the last minute. Primped, coiffed and
dressed head to toe in Prada, complete with a set of
high-he thi thigh-high leather boots, he�d know her anywhere. Her concealment
spell made her look like a classy blonde but she couldn�t hide the red hair,
pointed ears and sharp claws from him.
He waited
until she�d paid the driver and had made her way over to him before addressing
her.
�You�re
early, mouse-chaser,� he said with a smirk.
�What�s it
to you, boot-licker?�
�You�re
never early for anything. You sleep twenty hours a day.�
�And I can
get more work done in those other four hours than all of you bone-chewers can
in a week,� she shot back.
He grinned.
�It�s good to see you too, Eri.�
�Yeah,
yeah, don�t get too mushy Yukio, or I might feel the need to get familiar with you and that would mess up my make-up.�
He blew a
kiss at her. �But you�re lovely just the way you are. Ooo,
is that a grey hair?�
�Where?!�
He laughed
and she hit him over the head with her purse, nailing one of his ears with
frightening accuracy.
�I�m too
young for grey hairs, you jerk. And you should talk hanyou. Is that a grey
hair I
see?�
He waved
her off with a flick of a two-fingered salute. �I still have another eight
centuries in me at least, probably more.�
The neko-youkai sniffed and cast a disdainful look at the bike.
�That yours?�
�Yep.�
�Mom know?�
�Yep.�
�Still have
your balls?�

�Last time I checked, but she did
try.�
�I heard
she took Dad�s away.�
�He smashed
it into an embankment last year drag racing with some guy from Oracle.�
�Ooops. Does he still have He shook
his head. �No. We�ve been at Osaka House.�
�Osaka House? Why?�
�Fewer steps.�
She mentally
counted the steps at each property and didn�t come up with any significant
difference. �But...�
Yukio threw
up his hands in surrender. �Hey. I don�t ask questions. With Mom pregnant,
Dad�s gone off the deep end. She�s lucky she can go to the bathroom without him
hovering over her.�
�Wait.
Mom�s pregnant? When thisthis happen?�
�Ummm, about seven months ago.
Right after we got back from Disney World with Shippou and the great-grandkits.�
�Seven
months! That... that means...�
�She�s in
the third trimester. Yeah,� he replied, mentally crossing his fingers. �So far, so good. She�s heavy and cranky, but in no pain
other than what�s normal and no abnormal bleeding. I even felt my little
brotor sor sister kick yesterday.�
�And why
wasn�t I told about this?�
�We didn�t
tell anyone until she turned six months. I started making calls about 3 weeks
ago.�
�Three WEEKS!? Why didn�t you call me?�
He shot her
a glance and made the motion of holding a phone to his ear. �I�m sorry the
subscriber you have called does not answer,� he parroted in a falsetto. �I�m
sorry the subscriber you have called does not answer. I�m sorry the subscriber
you have called does not answer because she�s too busy screwing jaguar-youkai�s in Ecuador.�
Eri had the good sense to blush but otherwise did not
comment. They reached the top of the stairs and Yukio paused, taking in the
sight. It was exactly as he remembered it, but then he had to remind himself
that he had been there as a toddler less than a month before. For him it had
been over four centuries, and his child self would never again play among the
hallowed trees and buildings.
�So? Boy? Girl? What?� Eri asked him,
bringing him out of his memories.
He
shrugged. �Dunno. The doctor who did the ultrasounds knows but Mom and Dad said
they wanted i be be a surprise. I guess they decided the whole Petri-dish and
in vitro thing was enough for them and they wanted some semblance of a natural
pregnancy.� He lowered his eyes and added more softly, �Mom�s hoping it�s a
boy. She told me Dad really wants a son.�
Eri snorted. �Well, he always was a chauvinistic pig. You
should have seen the look on his face when I asked him why Hikaru
got a cool sword but all I got was a lousy necklace.�
Yukio
snickered even as he cast a glance to confirm that the �lousy necklace� was
still around her neck.
�You�re
lucky he didn�t put you across his knee for that.�
�He�d have
to catch me first.�
Yukio
giggled.
�So if
everyone is coming that would make... what... seventy-five of us?�
He shook
his head. �I counted 106 on the guest list. I�m hoping this place won�t be too
small.�
�106!� Eri sputtered.
�Well,
there�s Mom and Dad, thirty-three of us, twenty-five mates and a couple of
significant others tossed in, plus Uncle and Aunt Rin
and their pups, Shippou, Mitsiyomi, the kits and
grand-kits...�
�You think Kitarou and Rumiko will bring ... ahem... dates?�
Yukio
shrugged. �If they do, they do. After thirty-three kids you would think no one
would be surprised that a couple of them turned out to be gay. Mom doesn�t care
and Dad�s getting over it. Everyone else should just follow their example and
accept them. Frankly, I think Dad was relieved the �big news� Kitarou had for him was that he loved another guy. �Dad,
I�m gay� is a hell of a lot better than, �Dad, I�m going insane and I�m going
to burn Tokyo down.� Right?�
Eri blinked. �Well, when you put it that way...�
Yukio
sighed and shook his head. �I don�t know what Dad would do if he had to take
down another one of us like he did Hiro. You weren�t
there. You didn�t see him before... and after. Up until the point Hiro turned on Mom and the kids, you could see Dad was
trying to figure out a way to bring him back. But I keep thinking, if he
hadn�t� if he hadn�t brought Hiro down with that
strike� We all would have been orphans twice over that day.�
Eri frowned and nodded gravely.
�Well, the
caterers were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago,� Yukio said, changing the
subject.
�You used Shimanouchi
right?�
He nodded.
The caterer was youkai owned and operated, and familiar with the unique needs
and �tastes� of youkai clientele. It was also one of the more reputable
businesses and refused to serve anything human-derived. None of the members of
his family condoned, supported or tolerated the consumption of human flesh,
by-products, or related parts whatsoever. He had vivid memories of his father�s
reaction the last time a caterer had tried to substitute a human-based broth in
the soup to cut costs. In the seedy underbelly of the darker youkai world, human
products were cheap because their �meat� rarely had to be purchased.
Thankfully,
the only youkai who would practice such disgusting habits were on the �Youkai
Most Endangered List� and were a dying breed. His family had been involved in
numerous battles between the human-eating and non-human eating youkai, on the �non� side of course, and he had fought beside his father and
siblings to send the scum back to hell many times.
�Well, Shimanouchi�s
good. They�ll be here. The truck probably got stuck in traffic. I passed a big
accident on the way here in the cab. Turns out some yahoo on aing ing bike
popped a curb and was driving on the salk.alk. People scattered into the street
and two cars got rear-ended when they slammed on their brakes.�
He gulped
but said nothing. �Shit� I�ll probably
hear about that if they got my license plate number�I hope no one was hurt.�
�So, what�s
on the menu?�

The blonde
gave a wicked smirk at her brother�s ire, then spoke in a conspiratorial
whisper, �He was dropped one too many times as a baby.�
�I was
not!�
Mama giggled, relieved by their humor. �At least they aren�t angry about the caterers. The
caterers. I must call them.�
She bowed
deeply to the young man, ignoring his stare.
�Please
forgive me. The caterers are late and I must call to see if something has
happened.�
The woman
looked off in the direction of the shrine stairs and� sniffed?
�They�re
coming,� Eri said.
Mama
blinked and looked towards the shrine gates. �Oh?�
�No,� he
answered simply, then just stood there, looking at her with a curious yet sad
expression on his face, and she didn�t know what to do.
�Where is the sister?� �Your sister��
�She�s
outside. The caterers are here. She�s directing them.�
�Oh!� She
scrambled to do something with her grocery bags, but he was standing between
her and the kitchen. �I�ll� I�ll just put these down and��
He still
blocked her path. �You really don�t know who I am, do you?� aid aid suddenly.
He sounded sad.
�Ah, I�m
sorry, but I don�t know what��
�I�d hoped
you�d recognize me a little. This appearance isn�t all that different from my
true form. it hit has been a long time and I�ve grown quite a bit.�
Now she was
really getting nervous. �Where is Jii-chan?� �Forgive me, Fushikenwa-san,
but I��
�Yukio,� he
corrected.
�Hm?�
�My first
name is Yukio.�
�Yukio.
Like my grandson��
�Mama-baachan. It�s me.�
�I�m sorry.
I don�t know what you�re...�
The young
man fingered a large signet ring on his right hand, then he slowly removed it
and before her very eyes his hair bled to silver, his eyes turned golden and
his ears moved up to the top of his head as two furry triangles.
�I�m
Yukio.�
She stared,
dumbfounded at the adult hanyou. �Y� Yukio?�

He nodded, giving her a sweet
smile that showed his canines.
�Yukio?� �Yukio?�
she repeated, told old chill of shock flooding through her.
�Yes, Mama-baachan, it�s me.�
She dropped
the shopping bags only to remember too late that one of the bags contained
eggs; eggs that smashed all over the floor.
�Oh!� she
cried and bent down to try to handle the mess with her shaking hands and addled
mind.
Yukio
crouched down, placing a small black leather bag on
the floor, and gently took her by the upper arms. �I will buy you a whole case
of new eggs if you will give me a hug,� he said.
She
stilled, unable to stop staring at him, and she covered her mouth with her
hands. Then she suddenly slumped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and
letting him support her because her knees had gone weak.
�Yukio!�
she cried.
�Mama-baachan,� he answered and swept her up into a powerful hug.
Slowly her
brain started working again and with the newfound brain function came a million
questions. How had he grown up so fast? Who was the woman he claimed as a sister?
Where did he get the ring that masked his appearance? But first and foremost in
her mind was the terrible, dreaded question: �if he is here as an adult, where
is my daughter?�
Panic
seized her and he seemed to recognize it because he hugged her tighter.
�Kagome! Where is Kagome? What happened to Kagome!?� she
asked, half-terrified to learn the answer.
He pulled
back to look her in the eye and she was never so happy to not see sadness and
grief on his face.
�It�s okay, Baa-chan. Okaa-san and
Otou-san will be here later. They are both fine. That�s all I can tell you
because Mom wanted to be the one to tell you the whole story.�
�Kagome�
Kagome is alive?�
He nodded.
�Both Okaa-san and Otou-san are alive and well.�
�Then how��
He sighed.
�After the wish was made, the well closed and not even my father could come
through.�
�But then��
�Mom will
tell you everything when she gets here. I�ve already said too much as it is.
Besides, I�m not really the one to ask. I was just a little pup when all of it
happened and I don�t remember it very well.�
She took in
his adult face, trying to superimpose her memory of him as a toddler onto this
dashing grown-up man. Gone were the pudgy cheeks of the baby she knew, to be
replaced by fine cheekbones and a strong chin. Only his eyes and smile remained
the same. She placed one hand on his cheek.
�I can�t
believe it�s really you��
He chuckled
and she realized that his laugh had remained the same as well, just deeper and
more mature.
�I�ve
waited so long to see you. I�ve missed you so much,� he admitted. �I have
memories of you and this place from when I was a pup. I remember your voice and
your scent and how kind you always were.�
�And how I
always had a treat for you,� she added.
He blushed
and laughed softly. �That too.�
He pulled
her to her feet, refusing to let her go until he was certain she had her
footing. �You got egg on your knees. You should go change. I�ll have someone
from the caterers clean up this mess,� he told her, motioning to the broken
eggs and the spots on her stockings.
�Oh. Oh no�
I should clean it up. And there are other groceries that have to be put away.�
He pouted
slightly, then grinned again and his smile was infectious. �Okay.�
Mama bent
to pick up the remainder of her bags but Yukio beat her to it, scooping them up
and taking them into the kitchen for her. Then as she cleaned up the mess in
the hall, she heard him make a phone call on a cellular phone and speak to
someone on the other end.
�Oi, Miroku. It�s me. Hey, can you bring some eggs with you
when you come over to the shrine? Mama-baachan
dropped hers when she saw me and I feel honor bound to replace them.� There waspauspause as he listened to the response. �Ummm, hold
on. Baa-chan?�
�Yes?�
�How many
eggs should Miroku bring?�
�Just one pae, pe, please. But you don�t have to worry about
it. I can get more myself tomorrow. It�s not a problem��
He ignored
her.
�So much like his father��
�Just one. Thanks, Miroku. Hmm? No
I haven�t heard from Mom and Dad since I left Osaka House this morning. As of 7am, Dad was screaming at the housekeeper that
the floors were too heavily waxed and Mom might slip. I had to get out of
there. Yeah, I know, I know, but sometimes I wish we could just� Oh I dunno, seal him to a tree until after the baby comes. Life
would be a lot less stressful for everyone involved. I suggested it, but Mom
just hit me.�
�Baby?� Mama
thought, �grandmother radar� picking up on her grandson�s statement.
�Okay. See
you later today. Everything is going fine. The caterers were late arriving but
that�s no big deal. They�re here now and so is Eri,
so you know she�ll make sure they do everything right� or at least her way.�
Yukio
laughed at something the other person said, and nodded. �Yes, yes. Alright,
thanks Miroku. Bye.�
He turned
to her and smiled. �Miroku will bring eggs when he comes over.�
She nodded,
still clutching the dirty dishrag in her hands from cleaning up the eggs.
�Baby?� she
asked.
Yukio�s
face cracked into a huge grin. �That is another thing I will let my mother tell
you about.�
�Baby? My
baby is pregnant. But� she�s too young to be��
�Ah-hah, I
am ready,� Jii-chan announced, entering the kitchen
in full Shinto priest�s robes.
�JII-CHAN!� Yukio cried, moving so fast all Mama saw was a blur of silver and black leather as he swept past
her and grabbed the old man, spinning him around.
�Ahhhhhhggggghhhh! Demon!!� Jii-chan screamed.
�Jii-chan. Jii-chan.
Jii-chan!�
�Mama, help
me-e-e-e-e!!!�
�Yukio,
sweetheart,� she ca, fa, falling back into her old �grandmother� voice. �Please
put Jii-chan down.�
He obeyed
immediately, setting the old man gently on his feet.
�Funny,
you�re a lot shorter than I remember,� he teased, scratching his head.
�Demon begone!� Jii-chan
commanded, waving an ofuda.
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