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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/Botta
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Chapter Forty-One
The rocking of the subway car wasn’t soothing the way a train ride could be.
The constant stops and starts were jarring, as was the noise and smell, and,
not for the first time, Kagome was thankful that Mariko was with her. As a
bird-hanyou, she had remarkable eyesight but her hearing and sense of smell
were no better than a human’s. If Inuyasha had been with her, he would have
been bothered by the loud sounds and stink of the trains. Then again if
Inuyasha had been with her, she wouldn’t even be on the subway
in the first place. That was kinda the point.
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Ever since her return from the hospital, after Yukio had told her how his
meeting with Dr. Ishimoro had gone, and the threats and death of the private
investigator, she’d been wracked with guilt. If only she had taken more of an
interest in what was happening in Japan perhaps things wouldn’t have gone so
wrong. She knew the timeline as well as any of them; she knew when the trouble
with Dr. Ishimoro would start, and she had chosen to remain blissfully
oblivious to the events transpiring in Tokyo simply because it was easier for
her to do nothing.
‘And you left the handling of a delicate, human matter in the hands of a
taiyoukai who regularly refers to humans as ‘peons.’ His mating to Rin may
have softened him up somewhat but woe betide anyone
who gets in his way. Of course he was going to get nasty when the doctor
refused to play along, and now the whole situation’s a mess. A woman has lost
her career and reputation, and a little girl has lost everything she’s ever
known. All because my impulsive hanyou had to scratch up her car. Oh, what I
wouldn’t have given to know then what I know now,’ she thought sadly as
the subway car screeched to a halt, then rumbled to a start again a minute
later.
And so, because Kagome felt badly about what had happened, and ignoring her
mate’s insistence that the only reason she felt so guilty was because she was
pregnant and ‘those damn hormones are acting up again,’ she conspired to pay
the woman a visit in hopes of… in hopes of…
‘Well, you really didn’t know what you were hoping to do. You just
figured that you could at least try to do something,’ she
mentally sighed.
She conspired to pay the woman a visit, enlisting Mariko’s help because she
knew Mariko had the best chance of actually being able to make some good come
from the whole debacle. Of all of her children, Mariko reminded her the most
of Kaede. Probably because, like Kaede, Mariko was a miko. She was much more
than that, actually. She had always been drawn to the spiritual path, and for
years she had lived with Midorikyou in Zengo-Ji studying the ways of peace and
healing. These days she was a practicing huna shaman, and a very powerful one
at that. She taught and studied shamanism with others on the Hawaiian island
of Kawaii.
There was an aura of peace around her that was palpable, and her unshakable
calm helped Kagome remain focused and relaxed. Even now, she could feel her
daughter’s steady support and serenity seeping over into her and settling her
down from everything that had happened. This was a good thing because if she
stepped into the house smelling of upset and anger, Inuyasha was bound to
figure out what she really had been doing.
‘Not that he won’t figure it out anyway. I can’t hide anything from him for
long. He is going to be so angry with me.’
She had told her
mate that she and Mariko were going baby shopping and then out to lunch. Since
Mariko wouldn’t lie, however, she had to make sure that the promised shopping
and lunch actually occurred, in addition to their little detour. Inuyasha knew
his daughter’s honesty and trustworthiness, so getting him to agree to a
‘girls only’ outing was relatively easy, and she didn’t tell Mariko about the
other errand until after they had left the house. Mariko had given her a wry
smile and a raised eyebrow, but had not tried to dissuade her from her plans.
They had taken the subway into the city, following the scribbled directions on
the back of the sheet of paper with the doctor’s address that she had hastily
printed out one afternoon while her mate and eldest were busy elsewhere and
thought she was napping.
‘Hmph. They think pregnancy shrank my brain enough for me to forget how to do
a web search. Chauvinistic jerks.’
They had found the correct apartment building and Mariko had used her miko
powers to ‘harmonize’ the door into unlocking for them so they could go
inside. When they knocked on the apartment door, it had been opened by a
bright-eyed little girl no more than eight years old and her first words to
them had been:
“Wow! You’re pretty. Mama, this lady has blue-green hair!”
Treverevealing in a single sentence that Dr. Ishimoro’s daughter was Gifted
and could see right through Mariko’s concealment spell. Things went decidedly
downhill from there.
Finding out that the doctor had a Gifted child should have come as no
surprise. Even though she had vehemently professed that demons did not exist,
she did so with the conviction of one who was trying to convince herself, and
she had also known enough to threaten Inuyasha with purification. Kagome
instantly felt pity for the poor woman who probably had no idea what to do
with her daughter, and who most likely spent many hours trying to convince the
child that what she was seeing was all in her head.
‘Then we come along and shove it in her face that demons are real
and her kid can see them.’
The next set of events were still a blur. Mariko crouching down to look the
child in the eyes, her mother screeching and grabbing the little girl to yank
her away, the little girl screaming… Dr. Ishimoro noticing that she was
pregnant and her choice remarks about her baby’s lineage...
Everything had just come crumbling down around her like a house of cards. She
didn’t even really remember what she had actually said. She knew she had
apologized for what had happened and expressed her sorrow for how things had
turned out. She knew that her apology had not been accepted, and
that the doctor had threatened to charge them with trespassing (which would
have been interesting because Sesshoumaru owned the real estate management
company that owned the building.) She knew that, despite the doctor’s valiant
effoto pto prevent it, the little girl did actually touch and talk to Mariko,
although what the miko said to her was still unknown. She knew that the
meeting had degenerated into a scene that had the neighbors peering out of
their doors as the doctor screamed at her to ‘get out! Get Out! GET OUT!’
Things got a little fuzzy after that and the only thing she concretely
remembered was Mariko guiding her out of the building.
“Mama. I think this is our stop,” Mariko said softly, bringing her out of her
thoughts.
She looked up and read the station sign. “Ah…” she said, drawing a blank.
“You wanted to go to Daimaru to look at that new all-in-one car seat,
bassinette and carrier they advertised,” her daughter reminded.
“Oh. Yes, you’re right. We do get off here.”
Mariko helped her rise to her feet and toddle off the train, noting with some
amusement how people got out of the way to let her pa/p>
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‘Excuse me, one beached whale coming through. Careful! Better get out of
the way or she might give it to you,’ she thought wryly, noting how many
young women skittered nervously by. ‘That’s right, girls, pregnancy is
contagious. Run, I might sneeze on you and eight months latou’lou’ll look like
this. If there was ever a case for responsible family planning, I am it.
Ugh.’
“Are you all right, Mama?” Mariko asked, her delicate hand coming up to
lightly grasp her by the elbow.
She looked down at the hand, noting that it was almost completely human except
for the fact that it only had four fingers.
“I’m fine. Just my ankles acting up again,” she explained as they climbed the
stairs out of the subway. Young urban-something’s whizzed by them; the lovely,
thin, perfectly dressed women professionals giving her the widest berth.
“Psst, Mariko. Do you think I could make them trip faster up the stairs if I
flashed my belly at them and yelled Boo?” she commented.
“That’s not the point.”
“I know and I’m sorry. Ever since Yukio told me about what happened at the
Public Prosecutor’s Office, I’ve felt horribly about it. Our family is
honorable and respected here. It wasn’t right how we used ourluenluence to
bully her. What if the tables had been turned and it had been you or me that
was being treated so poorly? Would you have backed down if
someone was trying to intimidate and threaten you?”
He scowled but didn’t answer, and she knew he couldn’t argue because he would
have done the same thing if he had been in Dr.
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