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The Next Generation	By : groovytits Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 5244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The ‘Grand Hut’ was called so because of size. Once it had been a small wooden shack on the outskirts of the village. Kagome, myself, Miroku, and Sango had gotten to work on extending it for Miroku and Sango’s growing family after Ryuumiu turned two. Once our own hut became infested with termites, we temporarily moved in with the other family. Space was scarce, but it was convenient and enjoyable living together. Onto the next addition. Two new parts of the hut where erected, a large square next to a smaller one. Then Shippo came back from training, Rin in tow. Another small addition. It was assumed that Kaede would be moving in with us when she became too weak to stay in her house alone. So, the building stood as thus: one very large hut, two smaller ones on either side, and three smaller ones connected in the back. It wasn’t fancy, but it was home and family. When Kagome and I entered the ‘shanty mansion’ as she called it, she was greeted by a waft of seared meat and stewed vegetables. Sango was kneeling in front of the fire and stirring the pot, Miroku was beside her brushing out the knots in Yuuaa’s tangled chocolate hair. Rin was in the corner, knitting a light blue blanket with a concentrated frown.
“Smells good. How did it go today? “
Kagome asked, dropping beside Sango gracefully. Ryuumiu ran to Miroku and snaked her way onto his lap. Sango sighed and looked at Kagome with a frown,
“Not good, Komori almost cursed Akemi. He managed to burn her instead. “
Today had been the first day of the boy’s training in the spiritual ways of his father. He showed an aptitude for sutras.
“Is she alright? “
Kagome’s question was answered when the door slid open again. An angry-looking girl of nine marched inside. Her blue eyes where watery and her usually glossy black hair was gone, replaced by choppy tufts of black. When she was inside, Akemi looked around at us. And we all stared right back at her. Even Rin stopped what she was doing. The almost-bald girl burst into tears and ran into the left adjoining hut. That was the girl’s room.
“Oh my. Where is Komori? “
My mate asked quietly. Miroku pointed to the right adjoining hut. The boy’s room.
“He’s been in there since we got back, he feels very bad about the whole thing. “
Miroku spoke in a hushed tone and replaced Yuuaa with Ryuumiu on the floor in front of him to brush her hair out next.
I took a seat next to Kagome and let my son go. He slid down next to his mother and curled up to her side. You didn’t have to look closely at the boy to see the strong resemblance between he and I. The only difference being the single black streak in his hair, pale complexion, and little white tail. But, nobody ever really saw the tail thanks to Kagome. She always tucked in snugly into his clothes in the morning. That’s much better than what my mother did. My own little banner was chopped off at birth.
“Oh, I almost forgot. “
The young girl in the corner set aside her knitting and made her way to the group by the fire, her pregnant belly more apparent in the fire light,
“Kouga-san and his pups stopped by to see you. “
Rin was talking directly to Kagome, and that made me twitch. Ever since Ayame kicked the bucket during her third birthing, Kouga had been stopping by more often. Kagome said that it was because he was lonely, but I was still wary around the wolf. Mates for life, hah! He was probably trying to covet Kagome again. Every year his mate got rounder. The two births had filled her once meager chest and filled out her scrawny hips. The third child she was currently carrying would surly make her even more irresistibly full in all of the right places. Her voluptuous body always got me excited when she did certain things like bending over or stretching.
“He said he’d be back tomorrow. He has something for Ryu. “
Rin piped up again, her speech crawling to a cautious mumble. Something for Ryu? What could that mangy wolf possibly want with my daughter? As usual, I instantly jumped to the worst conclusion possible. And as usual, my talking filter was bypassed.
“Keh. Probably a mating proposition. Don’t worry, monster baby, I won’t let him cart you away in ten years to fill you with his murderous seed. “
Kagome gasped at me, and I knew what was coming.
“SIT!”
BAM! I hit the floor.
“I can’t believe you would say something so insensitive! The audacity! Ayame died in child birth, you inconsiderate moron! And nobody is filling Ryuumiu with… “
She looked at her daughter’s laughing face. The little girl pounced on my back, squealing ‘sit!’,
“With seeds! “
Ryuumiu let me up and began rubbing my head, to make me feel better,
“What’s seeds? And how is Oji going to put them into me? “
She asked me, her mis-matched eyes probing mine for answers. I scowled at Kagome and pulled my ‘monster-baby’ close, nuzzling the top of her head. Yuuaa held her finger up,
“Well, first, he would have to get happy. And he would do that by…. “
She never got to explain to Ryuumiu how ‘seeds’ worked, because Miroku clamped a hand over her mouth with a frown. Sango narrowed her eyes at him. How a nine-year-old girl could possibly know the things that she did was always beyond me. Although, I did catch Yuuaa painting a naked man once. Not that she was sorry or abashed.
“That, my dear, is how karma works. “
Sango said to Miroku, pointing the wooden stirring spoon at him. Rin couldn’t help but burst out in unbridled laughter. That’s when Shippo popped his head in through a door in the right corner of the room,
“Oi, can you guys keep in down? I’m trying to concentrate in here. “
Yuuaa looked the fox demon square in the face, her brown eyes squinting at him,
“Are you trying to make seeds? “
Her voice was dead serious, but Ryuumiu and I began laughing when Shippo’s face turned a light shade of pink and he slipped back into the room without a word. Sango swatted her daughter’s head,
“That’s not funny. “
It was nostalgic watching and listening to Yuuaa. She was three times worse than Miroku ever was. The nine year was always making sexually uncomfortable jokes.
Ryuumiu was fast asleep in my arms when the food was ready. That was usually how our evenings passed by through the years.
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