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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-Seven
Once most
of the guests had arrived and the food was ready to be served, they took their
seats at the long table and the meal began. In keeping with Inuyasha’s poor
opinion of pomp and protocol, it was a self-serve buffet which suited the
majority of the guests just fine. A few thought they shouldn’t have to serve
themselves and wait staff had been provided for them to fetch food from the
buffet, but none of them were a part of Inuyasha’s brood. Growing up in a
household with so many family members, granted there had never
been more than six of them living in their parents’ house at one time, they had
learned the necessity of grabbing for the food while there was still some left.
They did try, however, to practice at least some rudimentary table manners for
the benefit of their mother- at least while she was looking.
Kagome and
Inuyasha were seated at the head of the table, flanked by Mama, Souta and
Jii-chan on Kagome’s side and Yukio, Eri and Tetsukazu on Inuyasha’s side.
Everyone else grabbed seats where they could and sat in no particular order
except that mates and families sat next to each other. Unlike the normally
reserved and quiet mealtimes favored in Japanese
culture, this one was lively and full of heated conversations. Many of her
adopted children had spread out over the globe and some hadn’t been in their
native Japan
for many decades. They had taken on the language and customs of their adopted
homes and left much of their Japanese
habits behind. It was also safe to assume that the Japanese culture as they
knew it back in the Sengoku Jidai and Meiji Eras bore only a token resemblance
to the odd mixture of traditional Japanese and Western culture that now
represented life in the Modern Era.
Having not
been in Japan
for nigh on eighty years, Kagome felt a bit like a fish out of water. She’d
been living in Canada
for so long that she no longer had the tolerance for noise and crowds that she
once did. Taking the bullet train from Osaka
to Tokyo that morning had proven
that with glaring certainty. The train had gotten uncomfortably crowded and hot
the closer it got to Tokyo as
people headed to work jammed onto the train. The noise and close proximity of
so many people had made her head spin, and she couldn’t imagine what Inuyasha
was going through with his hanyou senses. Stubborn to the last, however, he
refused to admit that the decision to stay in Osaka
had been wrong.
‘Rigid. Stubborn. Infuriating…’
< sty style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Kagome.
Here’s more Oden for you, koi,” her mate said gently, placing a bowl of the
stew in front of her. He’d run back to the buffet three times for her without a
word of complaint. Her plate hadn’t stayed empty for more than a few minutes,
but he’d been keeping the portions small because he knew she didn’t want to
gorge herself.
‘Sweet, loving, wonderful…’
“Thank you,
Inuyasha,” she said.
He gave her
a smile and kissed her temple.
“Anything
for you, koishii. Do you want more tea?”
“No, just
water. And I’m going to have to go to bathbathroom soon. You know the baby is
putting pressure on my bladder these days.”
“Just let
me know when and I’ll help you.”
“I can pee
by myself, Inuyasha,” she reminded.
“I know
that. I meant let me know and I’ll help you walk to the bathroom.”
‘Overbearing, rude, violent…’
A glass of
water with three slices of lemon joined the bowl of Oden.
‘Three slices of lemon. Just the way
I like it. Beautiful, perfect, caring…’
“And then
the bull, he did to charge!” Isato’s voice rose above the din and she turned
her head to see her bull-hanyou son animatedly telling a story to Shippou’s
grandkits, his large hands waving as he recounted his tale.
‘He loves kids. It’s a shame half the time
I’m terrified he’ll trample them before he realizes they’re there. His temper
is worse than Inuyasha’s.’
The
familiar pressure in her lower abdomen signaled it was time for her to make a
pit stop.
‘Damn, my Oden will be cold by the time I
get back,’ she thought with a heavy sigh.
“What is
it, koi?” Inuyasha asked, hearing her sigh.
‘Attentive, accommodating,
considerate…’
“I have to
go to the bathroom. Kid just decided to move and practice his kick boxing on my
bladder.”
He was
standing beside her and pulling out her chair before she could even ask. Then
his hand was lightly grasping her arm and helping her rise to her feet.
“Oooffff,”
she breathed. ‘And it’s only going to get
worse. I’ve only just begun to put on the serious weight. God and I already
feel like a beached whale.’
She took a
step, lost her balance and was immediately caught by her mate steadying her.
“Careful,
koi. Did you trip over your own feet again?” he teased.
‘Offensive, chauvinistic, piggish…’
“I wouldn’t
trip if my ankles weren’t so swollen,” she complained.
“I could
always carry you.”
“No
thanks.”
“Kagome, is
everything alright,” her mother asked.
“Yeah, just
have to go to the bathroom.”
Her mother
gave her a knowing smile. “Ah. I remember having the same problem when I was
pregnant.”
“Good, I’m
glad to know I’m not the only one who’s suffered,” she replied dourly as the
pressure on her bladder increased. “Inuyasha, we have to hurry before I have an
accident.”
Without warning,
he swept her up into his arms and sprinted to the house.
“What are
you doing?!”
“Carrying
you. What does it look like, wench?”
“Put me
down!”
“In a
second. We’re almost inside.”
He set her
down right outside the bathroom door. “There. Fast enough for you?”
“Yeah.
Osuwari.”
“Gah!” he
gasped
as he hit the floor. “Bitch!”
“Never
get on the wrong side of a pregnant lady,” she warned, shutting the bathroom
door in his face.
To make
matters worse, after all the rushing and worry, all that came out was a little
trickle.
‘I left my Oden for this?’ she huffed
irritably.
She stayed
in the bathroom longer than she needed just for good measure, then washed her
hands and stepped out. She found Inuyasha sitting on all fours just outside the
bathroom looking dejected.
“What did
you sit me for, Kagome?” he asked, giving her ‘soulful puppy-dog eyes’.™
‘I
will not cry or feel bad. He embarrassed me in front of the children…’
He added ‘droopy ears’™ and her
resolve wavered.
“What did I do wrong?”
“You
embarrassed me in front of everyone by picking me up and carrying me like a
little child,” she explained, trying to hold onto her anger in the presence of
‘that face.’
“You said
you were going to have an accident. Would it have been less embarrassing for
yo I’d I’d let you piss yourself?”
‘He was only trying to be helpful and you
sat him. You’re an awful, horrible bitch, Kagome.’
At the
sound of the first sniffle, ‘soulful puppy-dog eyes’ turned into wide-eyed
‘deer in headlights’ and he sputtered.
“Kag…
Kagome, are you crying? D-don’t cry!”
The sniffle
turned into a sob and she covered her face with her hands.
“K-Kagome-e-e.”
His hands
came up to grip her arms and she realized that he must have stood up when she
started crying.
“I’m
sorry,” they both said in unison and his apology for something that wasn’t his
fault only made her cry harder.
“Oh! I’m
such a bitch! How can you stand the sight of me?” she sobbed, burying her face
in his shoulder.
His arms
came around her and he held her carefully as he stroked her hair and crooned
under his breath.
“Shhhh,
there, there. Please don’t cry. I love you. I never get tired of looking at
you.”
Somehow his
tender words only made her horrible treatment of him worse.
“I’m so
horrible to you. I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself. I don’t know what’s wrong
with me!”
“Ummm,
you’re pregnant?” he offered, his voice slightly teasing.
She
sniffed. “I am aren’t I.”
He patted
her belly very gently. “Feels like it.”
She
snickered and pulled back, wiping her eyes. “I’m still sorry that I’m being
such a bitch.”
“You’re
just being pregnant. At least you aren’t puking up your guts every morning like
you were two months ago.” He blinked and gave her ‘innocent wide-eyed look.’™
“Are you going to break a bucket
over my head now?”
Another
small laugh escaped her lips. “I don’t think so. Maybe next week?”
“I’ll be
sure to schedule a root canal on that day just to make sure I’m out of the
house.”
She laughed
a little harder and he smiled at her, giving her a little kiss. “I love you.”
She sighed.
“I love you too.”
“Is
everything alright?” Yukio’s voice asked and she turned to see him standing in
the hallway, looking concerned.
‘My baby all grown up. He’s so
beautiful.’
“Yes, just
pregnant lady mood swings and small bladders,” she explained.
“Oh good.
When Otou-san picked you up like that I got worried.”
She gave him
a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. But I’m ing ing my Oden is cold by now.”
“Bah, I’ll
just get you a new bowl and give the cold one to Isato. He won’t know the
difference,” Inuyasha replied, taking her by the arm.
“The sad
thing is, you’re probably right,” she admitted as she was flanked by the both
of them and they headed back out to the shrine.
True to his
word, Inuyasha brought her a fresh bowl of Oden and her old one was parceled
off on Isato, who ate it in-between telling more of his fantastic tales. The
bull-hanyou might not be the most intelligent of her children, but he was
vibrant and lively, and could tell a great story. She’d often tried to steer
him towards a career that suited his talents, but he seemed to prefer racing
cars and dating multiple women at once. She figured he would be her playboy
son, the one who never really made anything of himself and depended upon his
parents for support. Considering the rest of her children were all either in
careers or studying for one, if Isato was the only one who never realized his
potential, she considered herself lucky.
Once the
meal was over the harpist was replaced by a live band, which was a shame in
Kagome’s eyes because she really enjoyed the harpist’s music. Eri had hired a
spider-hanyou to play and, considering that she had four arms, she was able to
do things with the instrument that normal humans simply weren’t physically able
to. She also had six eyes and that was a little unnerving.
In that, she had also been lucky.
Of all of her hanyou children, only Sai had ever looked almost non-human, and
even then he hadn’t sported any extra limbs or other extremities. She couldn’t
imagine what life must have been like for a spider-hanyou growing up in a
family where one side had two arms and the other had eight, but she supposed
the girl must have had a very understanding family since she seemed relatively
well adjusted.
The band
that replaced the harpist was good, however, and played many differentes oes of
music. She noticed immediately that they had dropped everything down an octave
to accommodate inu-hanyous’ intolerance for high pitched noise and for that she
was very grateful. Inuyasha was on edge enough as it was. She didn’t need him
to be dealing with a headache on top of everything else.
After
dinner, she turned the chair around again so that it was facing out and
Inuyasha brought her another so she could prop up her feet. He was hovering
close by but thankfully giving her some breathing room. Currently he was
engaged in serious conversation with her grandfather and Yukio, and she briefly
wondered what they were talking about. During dinner, she and Inuyasha had
explained what had happened when Inuyasha made the wish on the Shikon no Tama,
and told them how she and her mate were now pretty much immortal unless one of
them was killed. She talked about all the hanyous they had raised over the
years and their struggles with Inuyasha’s infertility. Her mother had almost
started crying when she heard that her daughter had suffered through four miscarriages
before finally carrying an infant into the third trimester. Mama expressed deep
regret and sadness for not being able to be there for her through such a
difficult time. She smiled and said it was enough that she was there for this
pregnancy, especially since it was almost guaranteed to end in a successful
birth.
The
afternoon passed happily, except for her near constant trips to the bathroom.
Her family was all around her, she was reunited with her mother, brother and
grandfather, and she couldn’t have asked for a better day. Sesshoumaru showed
up with Rin and he and Inuyasha didn’t try to kill each other; in fact they
didn’t even go through the pretend motions the way they usually did. She could
only guess that her ‘delicate’ condition had made the taiyoukai err on the side
of caution. That and she had no doubt that Rin had threatened him with serious
bodily harm in tender places if he tried anything.
“Mama? How
are you feeling, Mama?” Tetsukazu asked her as he came over to stand beside her
chair.
“I’m fine,
sweetheart,” she replied, smiling up at her youngest.
He was
almost 215 years old, but in dragon years that made him barely out of
adolescence. In many ways he was still very immature and she worried about him
all the time. His Sight was so strong, and his Gifts still went wild every now
and then. She was never more grateful for the sword at his side than any other
gift Inuyasha had ever given any of their children. Jyu-shi-Kenshuga had saved
Tetsu’s life more than once, and he had his hand on it now; a clear sign that
he was trying not to See.
He had
gotten better with it since the gift of the sword and an extended visit to his
dragon relatives. The surviving members of his father’s line had found him some
150 years ago, and he’d been living with them on and off over the years. In the
early 80’s however, he’d relocated to New York
to follow a career on Wall Street, a profession where his Sight gave him a
clear advantage when trying to predict market fluctuations. She hadn’t seen him
since the 1997 reunion.
Tetsu
crouched down next to her and reached out a hand.
“Mama, do
you want me to…”
She took
the hand before it could touch her abdomen. “No, honey. We don’t want to know.”
He seemed
relieved then sat on the concrete and rested his head against her thigh.
“Headache?”
she asked.
He nodded
and she began to rub his scalp and neck with one hand, knowing her touch would
soothe him. Soon the low rumble of the dragon purr was coming from his throat.
“Ah,
Kagome,” her mother sighed. “I had always worried about what we were going to
do about your future.”
“You’re
looking at my future, Mama,” she replied, still rubbing Tetsu’s scalp. “My
children, my mate… I did become a pediatric doctor and specialized in hanyous,
but I’ve been semi-retired since we started the fertility treatments. I
couldn’t keep up the hectic schedule and still be available for all of the
things that needed to be done. I still see patients every now and then, if the
case is special or unique.”
Tetsu
looked over his mother’s thighs to his grandmother. “Mama has forgotten more
about hanyous than most youkai doctors ever learn in medical school.”
“Ah,” Mama
answered.
“Remember
that pig-youkai hanyou that came in with an infection and got so sick in the
hospital?” he reminded her. “No one knew what was wrong with him and he wasn’t
responding to treatment. Everyone thought he was going to die, but then you
realized he needed low-sodium fluids because he didn’t have sweat glands so he
couldn’t sweat out the salt the way a human could. No one else even thought
about that but it was so simple.”
Kagome
blushed but her son just beamed with pride.
“My
daughter the doctor,” Mama said happily.
“Semi-retired
doctor,” she corrected.
“Still, I’m
glad that you followed a career. I always wanted you to make something of
yourself and be happy.”
She
shrugged. “I kinda fell into the hanyou pediatrics because I had so many. Soon
people realized that I kmoremore about hanyous and their unique problems than
just about anyone else. I liked being a doctor, but I liked being a mother
more. After 1785, we didn’t get anymore hanyous because the ones that were
being born were planned and prized, and I really missed having children. Tetsu
was our last one, and I don’t think we even would have gotten him if his dragon
family had known about it.”
Tetsu gave
her an adoring smile and rested his chin on her knee. “I’m glad they didn’t. I
don’t think I could have asked for a better mom.” He stroked her abdomen with
his free hand, making sure he didn’t touch her with his claws and spoke to his
unborn sibling, “Mama’s the best mom. You’re so lucky.”
Suddenly
the baby kicked and she could tell that Tetsu felt it because he broke out into
a grin.
“Well,
hello in there. I’m your brother Tetsukazu, but you can call me Tet…” he said,
bringing his other hand up to cup her abdomen on both sides, letting go of
Jyu-shi-Kenshuga in the process.
“Tetsu,
no!” she cried, but it was already too late.
She saw the
Sight come upon him, saw his eyes roll back into his head as a low groan
escaped his lips.
“Tetsu!!”
Inuyasha
was there in a heartbeat, pulling her youngest away and shoving the hilt of the
sealing swordo hio his hand. Tetsukazu hit the ground and rolled, hugging the
sword to his chest and shaking.
‘What did he See?’ she thought,
terrified.
It took
several long moments before he stopped trembling, and a small crowd had
gathered. Her daughter Izayoi, who had formed a particularly close bond with
Tetsu, knelt beside him and talked him through it while his father further
pressed Jyu-shi-Kenshuga against him, all the while muttering curses under his
breath. When he finally uncurled himself, he looked shattered and
shell-shocked.
“Tetsu? Are
you alright, honey?” she pleaded.
His violet
eyes fell on her and she saw them dilate for a moment before his expression
closed off.
“Yes, Mama.
I’m fine. It’s just that birth is a… traumatic experience.”
‘He Saw the baby being born. Oh…’
“Oi, was
that all you Saw, pup?” Inuyasha asked, his eyes narrowed.
She watched
her son swallow under her mate’s scrutiny and knew he was choosing his words
carefully. “Yes, Papa. I Saw the baby being born.”
“And was
it… was it born alive?” Inuyasha asked leadingly.
She shook
her head slightly, not wanting to know, but Tetsu would never refuse to answer
a question put to him by his father.
“Yes,
Papa.”
Inuyasha
looked at her, his face an expression of pure joy.
“Thanks,
pup. That’s all we needed to know.”
Izayoi
helped Tetsu get to his feet, but he still seemed a little shaky and he was
still holding his sword close to his body in a death grip. Izayoi was looking
very concerned.
“Tetsu,”
she whispered.
“I’m fine
Izzy. I’ll be fine.”
“Why don’t
you come over here by Goshinboku and lie down to rest for a little bit?”
Kagome saw
Tetsu nod, and his sister led him away. She frowned. Tetsu would never lie
about his visions, but something told her that he wasn’t telling the whole
truth. Part of her was curious and intrigued, but the rest of her still did not
want to know. She was brought out of her thoughts by Inuyasha kissing her, then
kissing her belly.
“Alive,
Kagome. Our pup is born alive,” he said.
Yes, Tetsu
had insisted that he’d Seen the baby born alive, and that was welcome news
indeed. Still she could have lived without the sudden panic and upset that had
flooded through her when she saw him huddled on the ground. The adrenaline rush
had left her worn out.
“Okaa-san,
are you sure you’re alright?” Yukio asked her.
“I am a
little tired,” she admitted.
Inuyasha
huffed and looked at her critically. “Why didn’t you say something? Didn’t you
promise me that you were going to take it easy and not overtax yourself?”
She
shrugged. “I just noticed it.”
He sighed
and reached down to take her arm. “Here. Why don’t you go upstairs to your old
room and lie down for a while? This party’s far from over. The band hasn’t even
started its second set yet. You can take a nap and still not miss anything,
okay?”
“Is it
okay, Mama?” she asked.
Mama
nodded. “Of course, dear. Go on, you need your rest.”
“O…okay.”
She let
Inuyasha help her to her feet, her back suddenly aching and her body exhausted.
‘God I hurt all over. I knew pregnancy was
no picnic, but I had no idea it was so uncomfortable.’
“Kagome?”
her mate questioned, sensing her discomfort.
“My back
hurts,” she said as she toddled slowly towards the house.
“Hmm, maybe
I can do something about that,” he offered with a tender smile.
She gave
him a grateful look. “That would be wonderful. Thank you.” ‘How I love this man.’
Both he and
Yukio flanked her up the stairs and escorted her to her old room.
“It still
smells like us,” Yukio told them. “I was in here earlier to change clothes.
Your scents are still on the bed and my pup scent is still in the crib.”
Inuyasha
nodded as she opened the bedroom door and paused in the doorway.
‘My room. My old room.’
Everything
was just as she had left it, right down to the teddy bear on her pillow and the
plushy toy in the crib. She gave a deep sigh of relief and headed right for the
bed as Inuyasha took a deep sniff and nodded.
“He’s
right. It does still smell like us,” he confirmed.
“Mmmm,
that’s so odd.”
“I’m going
to go back down and make explanations if anyone asks,” Yukio said.
“Okay. I’m
going to stay up here with your mother. At least until she’s asleep.”
Yukio gave
them a nod and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Here, lie
down,” Inuyasha told her softly and helped her lower herself to the mattress.
She
positioned herself on her side, facing the room and he sat next to her, leaning
over to rub the small of her back in little comforting circles.
“How’s
that?”
“Mmmmm.
Good.”
“Yeah, but
I know what makes it feel even better,” he added huskily.
He was
hiking up her dress before she could even say another word, and his fingers
were lowering her panties carefully. Then his tongue touched her secret spot
and all thoughts of pain and discomfort left her completely.
“Ah,
Inuyasha... Don’t… don’t neglect yourself…” she panted as he licked her. “We…
we haven’t been able to be with each other in weeks...”
“I’m fine,”
she heard his soft whisper from between her thighs.
“No… if… if
you… come up here I can…”
“You’re too
tired, koi. It’s alright.”
“It’s
not... It’s... let me...”
“Shhhh,” he
whispered, his warm breath tickling her sensitive place as he began to love her
with his fingers and tongue. “Let me take care of you koishii. Let me make your
pain go away.”
“Ahhhhhh,
Inu-y-a-a-a-s-s-h-h-h-a-a-a-a...” ‘God,
he is so good at this....’
“Hand me
some tissues please, koi?”
She came
out of her pleasure-filled haze long enough to do as he asked and wrenched a
wad of tissues from the box next to her bed.
“Wh-what are you... doing?”
she gasped as he returned his attention to the task at hand.
“Something
I’ve gotten very good at, koi,” he answered between strokes to her heated
flesh. “All those times I had to come in a cup in some doctor’s office. I’m an
old hand at this.”
“You...
you’re...”
“Shhhh. At
least this time I have you right here to stimulate my imagination. All those
times it was just me and a dirty magazine... half the time I wanted to ask for
a copy of Dog Fancy just because I was so bored.”
She
chuckled then groaned as he started up again, faster this time, more
determined.
“Dog
Fancy... Oh to be a fly... on the wall...”
“If you’re
still talking, then I must be doing something wrong, koi. The only thing you
should be capable of doing is moaning my name.”
“I-n-n-n-n-u-u-u-u-u-u-y-a-a-a-a-a-s-s-s-s-s-h-h-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a-a-a...”
“Just like
that.”
He brought
her to climax and she heard his little grunt of completion so she knew he’d
joined her in the last moment. In the aftermath of her orgasm, her back pain
dulled to a low ache and a heady sense of lethargy came over her.
“Ooohhh,
Inuyasha...”
“Shhh,
koishii. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake. Just sleep,” he told her,
kissing her sweetly. His lips still tasted of her.
“Thank
you.”
“You’re
welcome, koi. Anytime. You know it. I love pleasing you.”
“Me too.
Love you.”
“I love you
too, koi. Sleep now.”
“Mmmph.”
The last
thing she felt before sleep claimed her was his lips kissing her temple
tenderly.
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Yukio
checked his watch. It had been an hour and his father was nowhere to be seen.
‘Hmm, still in with Okaa-san,’
he sighed to himself. ‘Mate guarding
again. I can just see him sitting there with his back against the mattress and
Tessaiga in his lap.’
A new scent
tickled his nose and he was growling before he could stop himself. Whipping
around to face the entrance of the shrine, he watched as his brother Ryoukan
arrived, right on time after dinner. It wasn’t the wolf-hanyou that made his
hackles stand on end and his body vibrate with irritation, however, but the two
full blooded wolf-youkais who accompanied him. Well, one of them.
‘Kouga. Ryoukan brought Kouga.
Otou-san is going to go through the roof.’
The
wolf-youkai and his mate sniffed around and homed in on him immediately.
‘ :Leader-male,:
he confirmed, making suis fis father knew he wasn’t being challenged.
:Beta-male,:
Inuyasha replied, reaffirming his firstborn’s place in the pack.
It was an
attribute of dogs and inu-youkai that once the proper reparations were made,
all was well within the pacain.ain. He’d displeased the pack leader, but now
that he’d groveled and shown his contrition, he’d been forgiven and accepted.
He now stood at his father’s right shoulder, mimicking Inuyasha’s crossed-arm
stance as they both watched Kagome with the wolves.
Inuyasha
crinkled his nose. “They still stink,” he complained.
Yukio nodded.
“But she hasn’t seen Ryou in three years. We should let her have her visit
without the pissing contest.”
“Feh, maybe
I should
start marking territory. The smell might actually keep that wimpy wolf away.”
“If you
start pissing on trees, youw Okw Okaa-san will sit you until you make a crater
the size of China
in the ground.”
“Yeah, but
if it would make him go away...”
“Don’t do
it. She’ll make you suffer. Besides he’s no match for us and you know it. If
Kouga so much as tou her her inappropriately, we’ll take him down so fast he
won’t know what hit him.”
“If he looks
at her funny,” Inuyasha corrected.
“Deal.”
As it
turned out, Ryoukan only stayed long enough to visit with his mother for a
couple of hours, then he left, taking Kouga and Ayame with him, much to his
father’s relief. Once the wolves were gone, his mother went to lie down again.
They were getting her settled in her bed when there was a scratch and plaintive
mew at the bedroom door. Yukio opened the door and Buyo came waddling in,
meowing.
“Buyo,”
Kagome said as the camecame over to her and hopped up on the bed, purring.
“I was
wondering where you were. I missed you so.”
Buyo mewed
again then shimmered, her shape altering until the kitten form of Kirara sat in
her place.
“Kirara!!”
Kagome gasped.
The firecat
mewed happily and rubbed up against Kagome’s hand.
“Is this
where you’ve been all these years? We lost track of you after Kaemon died. We
had no ideare yre you’d gone! We were so worried!”
Kirara
mewed and purred. Kagome looked up at Inuyasha and saw that he didn’t look
particularly surprised.
“You knew
Buyo was Kirara?” she asked.
Inuyasha
shook his head. “I had my suspicions. Every now and then I’d feel a hint of
youki off that cat, and after we found out that the Higurashis were the descendants
of Sango and Miroku, it made sense that she’d stay to protect them. She was
also the only cat that never ripped me to shreds no matter how much I teased
her.”
Kagome
hugged the firecat. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
“But wait
that means it was you who led me down to the well that day! You’re the one
responsible for me going into the well house! You already knew what was going
to happen!”
“You sneaky
little...”
“Okaa-san,
if she hadn’t led you then the well would never have opened and you would never
have met Otou-san,” Yukio reminderyinrying to calm Kagome down before she went
into one of her snits.
His mother
blinked, then softened and hugged the firecat again.
“You’re
right. Thank you, Kirara.”
Kirara
closed her eyes and purred her contentment.
“You should
get some rest, koi,” Inuyasha toer, er, kissing her brow. Then he patted the
firecat on the head and said, “We’ll talk later.”
Kirara
mewed and settled down at the foot of the bed as his father tucked his mother
under her blanket.
With Kirara
there to guard his mother, Yukio managed to convince his father to leave her to
her nap and come back to the reunion. There were a number of his sons who
wanted to spend time with him, and soon they weittiitting together at the end
of the table catching up and discussing the latest new racing bike or car or
sports team. Inuyasha was a proud supporter of a number of youth and amateur
sports leagues in Alberta,
including two hockey clubs and a curling club. His more metropolitan sons loved
to tease him about the curling club. The hockey teams they could understand
because it was violent and exciting, but Juzo, who now lived in Italy, referred
to curling as ‘housework on ice’ and said it was about as ‘exciting as watching
old men play bocchi ball.’ Many of the others agreed, but Inuyasha just laughed
and said they didn’t understand the complexities and draw of watching four
grown men with brooms try to steer a hunk of rock across a sheet of ice without
touching it.
His mother
slept for about three hours then rejoined them. She looked much better and much
more rested after her nap, and she was in good spirits. She even managed to
convince Inuyasha to dance with her a little bit, although Yukio was the better
dancer. He grabbed his grandmother and pulled her onto the portable dance floor
the band had brought, guiding her through the steps of a simplified cha-cha as
she laughed and blushed at his antics.
The party
lasted until well after dark with the shrine lit up with strings of paper
lanterns in multiple colors, and the atmosphere was lively and festive. Eri was
right and a few nosy photographers showed up to take pictures, but since there
was no violence, drugs, or wild behavior she doubted any of the photographs
would be published anywhere. Besides with the Spell of Normalcy none of the
pictures would show anything out of the ordinary. Uncle got rid of them with
his usual efficiency, threatening them with retribution and the legal resources
of his empire. Very few people were stupid enough to go up against Sessho
Nishitaishou, and the photographers left quickly after taking only a few
snapshots.
Just before
midnight the band finished its last set,
and they rounded off the evening with a small fireworks display. After the show,
the reunion began to disband as his siblings bid their goodnights and headed
off to their hotels or homes. Many of them were staying in Japan
for at least a week, and would be popping in on their parents to visit
individually over the next few days.
Yukio found
himself too wound up to sit on the train back to Osaka
and decided to wait until morning. The delay gave him an idea and he cleared it
first with his grandmother before approaching his young uncle.
“Hey
Souta-ojisan!” he called, catching the bleary-eyed teen’s attention.
“Yeah, nephew?”
the boy replied teasingly.
“Wanna come
to Osaka with me tomorrow and ride
back on my bike?”
Souta’s
eyes opened wide and he turned to his mother. “Mama! Mama, can I?”
Mama-baachan
nodded. “Yes. It’s okay. Yukio’s promised he’ll keep you safe and Kagome says
he is a good driver.”
“Most of
the time,” Kagome added, coming over to them. She was looking tired again, and
Inuyasha was hovering near her, talking on his cell phone.
“Yeah!!”
Souta exclaimed, jumping up and down happily.
“Bring him
to Tokyo House tomorrow morning around eight. Miroku, can you give Mama-baachan
the security code for the gate?”
“Sure,” his
brother said and scribbled the code on a napkin. “Here, Mama-baachan.”
“Thank you,
Miroku,” his grandmother replied, accepting the crinkled paper.
“I’ve
called a cab. It’ll be here soon,” Inuyasha announced, hanging up his cell
phone.
“I’ll ride
the bike over and meet you there.”
The last of
the guests were leaving and it was almost time to go. Uncle and Aunt Rin came
to say their goodnights.
“Goodnight,
Kagome,” Rin said, kissing Kagome on both cheeks. “You look wonderful. Please
take care of yourself and congratulations.”
“I will.
Thank you.”
“You will
call when she goes into labor,” Uncle said to his father.
Inuyasha
snorted but waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get outta here already. We managed
to get through a whole day without fighting. Let’s not ruin it.”
“Come on,
dear,” Aunt Rin giggled, tugging on the jacket sleeve of Uncle’s Christian Dior
suit. She was the only one who could ever get away with touching the great
taiyoukai in such a casual way.
Uncle
nodded to Kagome and followed his mate without protest or question, proving
without a doubt that inu-youkai were matriarchal and it was the alpha-bitch who
actually called the shots. Then again, all he had to do was look at his parents
to know that.
“I’ll take
down the Spell of Normalcy, Mama,” Mariko offered.
“Thank you,
sweetheart, that would be wonderful.”
Once the
spell was dispersed and his sister Mariko gone, all that were left were
himself, Eri, Miroku, his parents, his uncle Souta, Mama-baachan and Jii-chan.
“Well, I’m
outta here,” Eri announced, kissing her mother and father on the cheek. “I’ll
be sticking around for a little while, I think. Call me when…”
“When she
goes into labor. Yes. We’ll add you to the list,” Yukio sighed.
“It was
good to see you Eri. We hadn’t heard from you in a while. We were worried,”
Kagome admitted.
“I’m sorry,
Mama. I promise I’ll be more conscientious about checking my voicemail.”
“Be
careful,” was all his father said to her, but it was enough.
She gave
them both a final smile, put on the bracelet that anchored her concealment
spell, then waved goodnight and was gone.
“The cab
should be here,” Inuyasha said, ushering Kagome towards the stairs.
“Goodnight,
Mama,” his mother said, hugging his grandmother. “Goodnight, Jii-chan. It’s so
good to see you and be back.”
Kirara
mewed and rubbed her leg.
“Goodnight
Kirara.”
“I still
can’t believe our family cat is a youkai,” Mama-baachan mused. “We’ve had Buyo
for years and never knew. Some things make a lot more sense though. I always
thought that cat was smarter than she ought to be.”
Kirara
mewed an assent and sat at Mama-baachan’s feet.
“We’ll see
you in the morning,” Inuyasha said, urging Kagome a little more insistently.
“Goodnight
Kagome, Inuyasha,” Mama-baachan said, kissing both of them on the cheek and making
his father blush.
“Hey, do I
get a kiss?” he asked with a wink and his grandmother kissed him too.
“Goodnight,
Yukio. We’ll see you in the morning.”
“Eight o’clock!” Souta enthused.
“You bet.
See you then, ojisan.”
He and his
father put on their signet rings and activated their spells, then he walked
down the stairs with his parents, flanking his mother on one side while his
father flanked her on the other. He waited until they were in the cab with
Miroku and leaving before he moved to get on his bike. At the last minute, he
remembered the satchel with his leathers and ran back to get it, saying
goodnight to his grandparents again.
Back down
on the street, he paused to look up at what few stars he could see through all
of Tokyo’s light pollution and smiled. It had been a wonderful day.
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