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The Lucky Ones
By : isilwath
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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.
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Chapter Thirty-Six

The guests
started arriving at a quarter to three.
Yukio supposed he couldn�t really call them guests because the majority of them
were his family, but there were a few here and there who weren�t directly
related to him. When the others started trickling in, he�d left his spot under
Goshinboku and joined his grandmother while Jii-chan sat by the main shrine and
played the part of head priest. There he pointed out each newcomer and told her
who the individual was and what relation they were to him. He could see her
eyes opening wider and wider as she tallied the number of people he claimed as
�brother� and �sister.�
�That�s my
sister Yumi,� he told her, indicating a slender young
woman on the arm of a robust man. �She�s a kawauso-hanyou.
The man next to her is her mate. He�s a full-blooded kawauso-youkai.
Not too many of them these days. The rivers are too polluted. They moved to the
Netherlands
about sixty years ago, before the A-bomb dropped.�
�Yumi,� Mama-baachan repeated.
�And over
there is Kioshi Yukio
shrugged. �He was better off with us anyway.� �We were all better off. No one could have done a better job of raising
all of us than my parents. I think this new baby will do them a world of good.
Okaa-san�s arms have been empty for too long.�
�It looks
like Kagome did a wonderful job raising all of these children.�
�Otou-san too. He is a good father. He was harsh at times,
and firm, but none of us have ever doubted that he loves us.�
�Inuyasha
spent so much of his life hated and alone. It�s no wonder that he tried so hard
to make sure none of his children ever felt that way.�
He smiled
at her insight. �Exactly.�
�YU-U-U-K-I-I-O-O!!!�
came a booming voice.
�Isato��
He grinned,
pulled away from his grandmother, and faced the owner of the voice. The man was
barreling towards him, his head down. Ignoring his grandmother�s gasp and cry of warning, he stepped forward and butted his
head into Isato�s charge. There was a loud crack
from the impact, and if both of them had been human they would have been
comatose from the head injury, but because they were both hanyous they didn�t
even get a headache.
�Yukio! My brother!� Isato enthused, grabbing him into a huge hug.
�How are
you, Isato?� he answered, gasping as his back was
slapped enthusiastically.
Isato stepped away, grinning and Yukio noticed he had a new
concealment spell. Instead of his former Japanese appearance, he had traded it
for a dark haired, olive-skinned Spanish look.
�Huh.�
�Oh, I am
well! Very well!� Isato
answered in English.
�You got a
new concealment spell.� �And why are you
talking in English? Spanish-accented English no less?�
�Oh yes. Do
you like it? I look like Antonio Banderas, yes? The
Spanish ladies love me!� he replied, spinning to show off his new look.
�Ah, and how is Spain?�
�Spain?
Spain is magnifico! She is my Mother Country!�
Yukio
raised one eyebrow. �You were born in
Echigo, Japan,� he thought dourly, but said instead,
�I�m glad that you have found a place where you are happy.�
�Oh,
happiness is not the word. She is a paradise! And the ladies... the ladies have
no equal. You must meet Isabella, my brother! She is magnificent.�
Yukio�s
eyes were drawn to a raven-haired, dark-eyed beauty that was coming towards
them.
�Hmm, hanyou, but I can�t make the
cross.�
�Isabella, my darling. Meet my dearest brother, Yukio,� Isato introduced, taking her hand.
The hanyou
female curtsied perfectly and offered her hand to him. He bowed as he took it
and placed his lips upon the back of her hand, all while taking a discrete
whiff to make sure the scent of human death was not on her. Isato
wasn�t picky about who he took to his bed. In fact, his requirements were
fairly simple: 1) was it female? and 2) was it
breathing? It wouldn�t be the first time he�d brought home a human-eater, and
he�d have to break the news to him before their father found out. Isato�s nose wasn�t anywhere near as acute as his own and
the bull-hanyou often couldn�t tell.
�That and he�s not the brightest of us. It�s
a shame Father�s swords can�t increase I.Q.�
Luckily,
Isabella smelled clean.
�It is a
pleasure, my lady,� he said to her as he released her hand. �Once again my
brother has chosen a lovely woman.�
She giggled
and snapped open a lace fan to hide her face. �You are too kind, Senor.�
He managed
another smile at her, then turned his attention to his
brother.
�Isato, please meet Okaa-san�s mother, Mama-baachan,� he
said.
�Ah!
Senora! It is easy to see where my mother gets her beauty!� Isato
exclaimed in Spanish-accented Japanese which made Yukio cringe because it was
just wrong.
�You are a Tokyo rose!�
He kissed
her hand as she blushed and giggled. �Thank you.�
�You must
come to Barcelona. I have a villa
there. It is most luxurious and beautiful.�
�I�d... I�d
like that someday. Thank you for the invitation.�
�Come in
July. We will go to Pamplona to see
the running of the bulls, and cheer for the bulls, no?�
Yukio saw
Mama-baachan fight to find words to answer. Thankfully, Isato�s
attention-span, which was never very long to begin with, was distracted by a
newcomer to the gathering.
�Ah! I see
my sister Mariko. Come Isabella. You two must meet!�
He grabbed
the hanyou female and dragged her off. Yukio heard his grandmother give a small
sigh of relief.
�Bull-hanyou,�
he explained. �Not the sharpest tack in the box, but... whew... strong. Very strong.�
�He
certainly seems very... passionate,� she replied, choosing her words carefully.
Yukio snickered.
�That is one way to describe him.� He looked at his watch. It was 3:15. He frowned. �Mom and Dad aren�t here yet.�
�Mama! Mama!� a familiar voice cried and he looked up to see
Souta running up to them.
�Ah, okaeri nasai, Souta,� Mama-baachan
greeted.
�Who are
all of these people?� the thirteen-year old asked, wide-eyed.
�Souta! I�m surprised you don�t recognize me!� Yukio
complained, a smile tugging at his lips.
�Eh? Who
are you?�
�Well, I
guess it could have something to do with the fact that the last time you saw me
I was this big and could barely say your name,� he replied, spreading his hands
about one meter apart.
�Huh?�
Yukio gave
a quick look around, confirming that there were no unaccounted for humans in
the shrine, then he took off his ring.
�AGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!�
Yukio
slapped his hand over the screaming teen�s mouth to silence him.
�Souta! It�s me, Yukio. Remember? Kagome and Inuyasha�s
son,� he whispered hoarsely, kneeling on one knee behind the boy.
�Mmmmmmpphh???� Souta mumbled
against his palm, his eyes wide.
�Do you
recognize me now?�
The boy�s
head nodded vigorously.
Slowly he
let Souta go, half expecting him to scream again.
�You don�t
look anything like you used to, but Inu-no-niichan
always used to grab me like that when I walked in on him and Kagome so I knew
it had to be you.�
�Oh really?� he thought amusedly
just as Mama-baachan gave a choked gasp.
�How�d you
get so big so fast?�

He gave his young uncle a
small smile. �That�s a long story and I�ll leave it for my parents to tell
you.�
�Are Kagome
and Inu-no-niichan here?�
He shook
his head. �No. They�re coming from Osaka
by train.�
�Train? Did you take the train too?�
�No, I rode
my bike up from Osaka this
morning.�
Souta
gasped. �Is that your cool racing bike parked in front of the steps?�
He laughed.
�Yeah, that�s mine.�
�Awesome!
Can I have a ride on it, please?!�
He cast a
nervous glance up at his grandmother who was looking rather shocked.
�You�d
better ask your mother for permission.�
Souta
turned pleading eyes to his mother. n cln class=GramE>�Mama? Can I
please?�
�Souta...
I... I don�t know. Motorcycles are very dangerous...�
�And I
don�t have a spare helmet,� Yukio added, rapping lightly on Souta�s
skull. �If I wreck the bike, I�ll be fine, but your weak human head�d crack open and your brains would smear all over the
highway.�
�Eeeewwwwww!!!� Souta gasped and
even Mama-baachan turned slightly green.
�Besides
that bike�s a little uncomfortable with two riders, even for a little scrap of
a thing like you. I�ve got another that�ll be better. I�ll be here in Japan
for a while so why don�t I drip wip with it sometime and we�ll go for a ride?�
�Oh awesome!! That would be great!� Souta exclaimed.
�Put your
ring back on before I graft it permanently into your forehead with my foot, you
twit,� Eri�s furious voice commanded.
Yukio
gulped and flattened his ears as he looked up at the raging neko-youkai.
�She�s almost as scary as Okaa-san
when she�s angry.�
�Who are
you?� Souta asked.
�This
blithering idiot�s sister,� she answered harshly. �Now put it back on, Yukio,
before someone who isn�t supposed to sees you.�
�Eri,
there�s no one here!� he argued.
�You�ve got
a sister?�
�Yes,� they
both replied in unison.
Eri took a
deep breath. �Yukio,� she said patiently. �You don�t spend enough time here in Japan
since you moved to Canada
with Mom and Dad. The Fushikenwa and Nishitaishou
families are still big enough names to catch the attention of the press. At any
time an entourage of reporters from the tabloids could come in here. Until we
get a Spell of Normalcy cast over this place, you should keep yourself
concealed. This is to protect you and to protect Mom and Dad. What do you think
Dad would do if a bunch of slobbering paparazzi showed up here with cameras
flashing and they could see you? There could be chaos. Someone might get hurt. Mom
might get hurt.�
One look at
Eri�s face and he knew she was being deadly serious. While he craved open space
and the untainted wilderness, Eri loved cities and the urban life. She was far
more qualified to make a judgment on the dangers of their situation than he.
Where he lived, sometimes he could go days without meeting another individual.
He nodded gravely and put the ring back on.
�That is so
cool!� Souta enthused.
Eri nodded
in approval. �Thank you.�
Standing,
he faced his sister. �Mom and Dad aren�t here yet. They must have been delayed.
I�ll wait another ten minutes then I�ll call Dad on his cell phone.�
She nodded
and crossed her arms. �About half of us are here already. I just saw Rumiko and
Asame arrive. Ryoukan�s not
here yet, but I wouldn�t expect him until after the meal is served. He still
prefers his food raw.�
�Is
everything in place and to your liking?� Mama-baachan asked.
Yukio
surveyed the tables, the canopies put up in case of rain, the floral
decorations and the efficient catering staff that was now serving hors
d'oeuvres and drinks from trays carried by waitpersons. Everything seemed
perfectly in order and going smoothly.
�Well the
ice sculptures are melting, but that�s to be expected. I�ve got an ice-demon
hanyou working on prolonging their lifespan, but she can only do so much,� Eri
replied.
�Whose
bright idea were they anyway?� Yukio questioned.
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The Lucky Ones