Inseminated Love | By : SFP Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 5613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Inseminated love
By SFP
DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. YuYu Hakusho belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi. I make no money from any of this.
A/N: This is a repost of the original. Thank you AnimeHuntress. You’re a doll for taking the time to beta my stories for me.
Wow! I cannot believe how well this story has been accepted! I’m flabbergasted! Thanks for all the comments, they are very much appreciated and loved. Now, I must tell you all, this chapter did not come easily to me; it fought me the whole way through! Pesky little booger! Still I hope you enjoy.
Ch.4
Kurama grabbed two glasses from out of the cupboard, walking back over to the dinning room table, he placed them next to the two sets of plates and silverware that already adorned the placemats.
“Shuichi dear, can you go check the fish please? Maybe add some more dill and lemon to it if need be?” His mother walked into the dinning area, carrying a vase with flowers in it. She set the vase down on the table, between the two sets of dishes; before she started to arrange the flowers in the fashion she wanted them.
Kurama smiled kindly at his mother before nodding his head and answering with a softly spoken, “yes mother.”
As he checked the fish, he reflected on his relationship with his human mother. She was a kind, caring woman, who had given him some of the best and worst years of her life. He just wished he could tell her about “Youko” the fox demon that lived within him. He sighed lightly. He didn’t think their relationship would stay the same if he did though. He could not stand the thought of his mother looking at him in fear, or repulsion, as he suspected she might.
She was getting on in years, something that put a lump in his throat when he thought of it. He did not want to lose his human mother, ever. Nevertheless, he knew she would eventually pass on, as all humans did. He wished he could give her what she wanted, but he just couldn’t. She wanted him to settle down and start a family, like his stepbrother was doing. He banished those thoughts from his head. It would never happen.
He needed to think of something else, something that would not remind him of the sad looks his mother would cast him at times, something good.
Tonight’s dinner was a good start.
His stepfather was working late, and he wanted to spend some quality time with his mother, just the two of them, something that didn’t happen all that often anymore. He did not get to spend nearly as much time as he would like with his mother. They were both too busy, him with the spirit detectives, hunting down rogue demons, and his mother with her husband and work at the hospital. He wished there was more time to do the things she had liked to do when he was a child, like go to the beach, or picnics in the park. Time was so… fleeting.
His mother intruded on his thoughts right as he was putting their dinner back in the oven. “You know, this little apartment is really quite quaint. It’s not as big as the other place you had, but…” she looked around the kitchen again, seemingly studying it with a measuring eye. “I suppose you don’t need a lot of room, with it being just you and all.” she smiled at him with just a hint of the sadness he had been dwelling on earlier. His chest clenched just a little. He knew she was just worried about him that was all. She assumed he was lonely.
He hadn’t been able to stay in the two-bedroom house he had been renting. The proprietor and him had, had a bit of a... falling out. His mother didn’t need to know about all that though. It would just cause her to worry all the more if she did, because her Shuichi did not get into disputes. He was always courteous and kind.
“So how has the volunteer work at the hospital been going?” he went to get the whistling kettle off the stove as he waited for his mothers reply.
Her face lit up with pleasure at just the mention of one of her favorite things in life. She really loved working at the hospital. He had never told her before that he did not care for her working there; it brought back too many bad memories of him almost loosing her. Kurama’s chest tightened just a little more. He could remember a time in his life, where it was he who made her face light up like that, without the shadows of sadness lurking just under the surface.
“Oh it’s wonderful. I mean... yes it is tragic that there are so many sick children out there… But I feel like I’m really helping them.” She fallowed him back to the dinning room table where they both sat and he pored them tea. “Sometimes they just need to have a little fun, without being treated like they are sick or in some cases dying. That is when I feel like I’m helping them the most, you know?”
“Hmm,” he nodded his head to show her he understood and was in agreement. He watched on as she continued to talk about some of the children she had meet, her eyes lighting up with exuberance when she mentioned one or another, that really touched her heart.
His chest loosened up some, not feeling quite so tight. He loved seeing her so happy, even if it was something he preferred her not to do.
The timer went off, telling them that their meal was done cooking. He reached out, patting the back of his mother’s hand that was lying next to her teacup on the table. “I’ll get that. Be right back.”
Shiori smiled when her son turned his back to go get the food. He was such a special man. Really, what had she ever done to deserve such a wonderful son? She truly could not ask for more . . . Well, maybe that he meet a nice girl, marry her and start a family… But that was neither here nor there. Even if he never gave her grandbabies she would still love him like no other. He would always be her baby, no matter what he thought. She just didn’t want him to be so lonely anymore.
A knock sounded at the front door, announcing someone.
“Can you get that mother? My hands are a little full at the moment.”
“It’s alright dear, I’ll get it.”
“Thank you,” his voice sounded muffled. He probably had his head in one of the cupboards looking for something.
She walked over to the door, smiling as she answered it. “Yes, may I help…” her voice trailed off when she saw the two police officers standing on the other side of the door, her smile slipping a little in surprise. She cleared her throat, gathering her bearings, then started over again, apprehension gripping her in its’ steel like force. The last time a police officer had greeted her at the door, was when her first husband, Shuichi’s father, had passed away.
“May I help you?” She swallowed hard at the uniformed woman’s penetrating stare. ‘They must have the wrong apartment,’ she thought hopefully.
“Yes, is Shuichi Minamino in? We have a few questions for him.”
Her hopes were cruelly dashed with just two sentences. “I … Um, yes… Just a moment please.” Her hands fluttered to her throat at the same time her son asked something from the kitchen.
“Who is it mother?”
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