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A Matter of Trust
By:
TuxedoUranus89/InitialA
Disclaimer: I
seriously don’t own InuYasha!! Just merchandise!! And these Thin Mints!!
*munches*
Author’s Notes: Hmmm,
I’m thinking it’s time to make InuYasha uncomfortable again. *evil grin* I
should have some fun with this one… Poor man has no idea what’s coming to him.
*hugs plushie*
This morning was ham. Or bacon.
Something pork. His stomach growled in appreciation of starting the day off
with meat, as he dressed for the day. His eyes moved over to the beads. He
hadn’t put them away for several days, always debating on whether to wear them
or not. He hesitated, and moved to take them, when Kagome poked her head in the
room. “Come on, sleepyhead, breakfast is ready!” He was startled, but before he
could snap back at her, she had breezed back out the door. Damn woman… He thought to himself, and looped a tie around his
neck, not bothering to fix it just yet. She was setting the table as he came
back with the paper, and he realized, as his heart lodged itself around his
Adam’s apple, she was wearing only a lavender t-shirt and a pair of panties.
She didn’t seem to notice her lack of clothing, and sat down, oblivious to his
state of distress. “It’s getting cold, sit.” She said absently, spearing a
piece of ham, and he automatically flinched at the ‘s’ word. Old habits die hard, I guess. He
thought, semi-glad he wasn’t wearing the necklace: he might have pitched
himself forward unconsciously.
He sat, and kept glancing at her
over the headlines as he ate. She caught him once, and smiled. He blushed and
quickly began reading something about busted sewer pipes in a downtown
district. Setting her fork down, she looked at him. “I forgot to mention, I
have a doctor’s appointment this morning, and then a Lamaze class later this
afternoon.” He looked back at her, thoroughly confused. “Why are you going to
the doctor? What’s a… Lame-ezzz class?” She held in a laugh; she was sure it
had been a long time since he’d been confused on common terminology. “Don’t
worry, it’s just a routine check-up, making sure everything’s going well. And a
Lamaze class is to help me be more confident when I go into labor, helps with
breathing exercises, et cetera. It’s to make the process more natural, so I
won’t have to ask for so many drugs when I go into labor.” He was silent.
“When’s the appointment?” She looked behind her at a clock on the wall.
“Nine-thirty, I still have a few more hours.”
InuYasha folded the paper and
groaned a bit as he got up. “I’ll call off today, alright?” She looked at him
with mild alarm. “InuYasha, you don’t need to, I can get there fine!” He
silenced her with a look. “I want to be there.” He stated simply, and walked
into his office. She was still staring after him when he came back. He gave her
a bemused smile. “Hey, all I said was that I wanted to be there. It’s not like
things will fall apart if I’m not at work. I’m trying, ok? And you’re not going
out like that, are you?” He switched subjects, and she blinked, looking down at
her outfit. “Oh, no; I’m not done getting dressed yet.” She remarked casually,
and began clearing the table. He watched her head into the kitchen when there
was a loud knock at the door. It’s not
even seven… who the fuck is it? He wondered, cautiously heading for the
door. “Who is it?” He called irritably. “It’s Shippou and Itazura, dimwit!” The
kitsune called back, sounding just as grumpy. Opening the door, the two kitsune
were looking disheveled and tired. Surrounding them was luggage. “What’s all
this?” He demanded. “We need a place to stay. A bunch of sewer pipes burst
under the hotel we’re at, it’s a mess.” Shippou said tiredly. Itazura nodded.
“We’re sorry for disturbing you, but we thought…” Kagome had come up behind
him, and had heard everything. “Oh, you poor things!” She exclaimed. “Come in,
of course you can stay.”
InuYasha frowned. “Oi, wench!” She
frowned right back. “It’s my place too, they can stay!” He was about to snap
back at her, but her frown deepened, and he could have sworn she was growling at him. Part of him wanted to
submit to the pupped bitch, and the other part wanted to duke it out. His
internal conflict stalled him long enough for the two kitsune to make their way
inside with their luggage before he protested again. “Where are they going to
stay then? And you’re still in your underwear!!” Kagome turned and gave him
such a look of irritation he backed down, feeling his ears pressing flat
against his skull. Shippou looked on in fascination. “Wow, I don’t think I’ve
seen him submit like that in years… Not even to Rin when she’s on her high
horse.” Itazura smacked him on the arm. The raven-haired woman sighed. “You can
stay in my room. I’ve been falling asleep on the couch most nights anyway, I’ll
be fine out here.” Her mate balked. “Not happening. You’ll stay with me, like
you should be anyway.” She paid no attention to him, and walked into her
bedroom, saying she’d just get dressed quickly, and then they could take a
well-deserved nap. He wasn’t happy about being ignored, and Shippou patted his
shoulder. “You’re forgetting they’re that moody when they’re with kit.” He
stated matter-of-factly. He growled softly. “I’ll talk to her later about it…
It’s fine with me, if she’s giving you her room.”
Kagome returned several minutes
later, wearing a denim jumper dress, a simple locket around her neck, and gold
studs for earrings. She smiled and told the pair she’d turned down she sheets
for them, and to go get some sleep. As they gratefully retreated, she spotted
him sulking in a chair. “I’m dressed now, happy?” His eyes flicked over at her.
She suddenly felt a pang of longing for his intense amber gaze; this cool
violet one wasn’t quite the same. Her own eyes drifted to the silver ring
glinting on his finger. “What’s that locket for?” He asked. She opened him,
showing him it was empty; one half had a clip instead of a spot for a picture.
“I was going to use it for the baby…” She said softly. “First lock of hair,
picture…” His anger faded somewhat. His thoughts flicked back to his own
locket, old and battered in a drawer not far from where he sat. He stood up and
opened its drawer. She watched him bring something over to her, and gasped at
the old locket she’d made for him, just before their fight with Kaguya. “That
was years ago…” She whispered. “You… you kept it?” He flicked it open with a
fingernail, and caressed her cheek with one hand. “It was… the only way I could
see you… remind me of how vibrant and alive you always were… are…”
He was making her tremble again. He
could feel it as his fingers lingered on her face. A warm tear slipped between
his fingers, and she buried her face into his shirt, weeping quietly. Alarmed
and confused, though that state of mind was never very far these days, he
hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair soothingly. Breathing
deeply and trying to calm down, she was quietly surprised at the soothing, low
rumbles coming from his chest. She also realized that he was taller; she supposed
that she should have noticed before, but with the lack of close contact until
recently… She supposed he was around the same height as Sesshou-maru now, if
not a little taller. She felt very small
and sheltered like this, the top of her head barely reaching over his shoulder,
cocooned in his strong arms. He tilted her chin up to look at him. “Keh. What
was that for?” He asked, probably more gruffly than he would have originally
intended. She shook her head. “Just a little emotional… I never saw you wearing
it after we finished that battle, so I thought maybe… you’d gotten rid of it…”
He continued to stroke her hair. “I kept it in a sleeve pocket. You sat me so
much, I was afraid it might get damaged…” She hit his arm. “Jerk… I’m sorry… I
was cruel, wasn’t I?” He shrugged; whatever he’d thought at the time was
different now. “I did deserve it sometimes. And sometimes I provoked you to,
how cute you are when you’re mad; sometimes to make you get angry and leave, so
I wouldn’t hurt you…”
She looked at him questioningly.
“You’re extremely attractive when you’re in heat.” He told her dryly. “Moreso than usual.” He added quickly. “I wasn’t sure if I
could control myself sometimes, and made you want to go home…” She nodded. “But
a part of you wanted me to stay too, the part that always made you come after
me.” He nodded. She suddenly laughed. “Oi, what’s so funny?” She smiled,
shaking her head. “Just thinking… how dumb we were…” And how dumb we still are…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The chairs were uncomfortable to
him, so he could only imagine how she felt. She appeared fine, however,
patiently waiting for her turn. She played with the straps of her purse
absently. He reached over and covered one hand with his own. She smiled
brilliantly at him, touched by the simple show of affection. “We’re going to
have to call you my boyfriend.” She told him quietly. He raised an eyebrow.
“Why?” She raised one of her own in reply. “Because I told them you were dead
when I thought you were.” He shrugged. “Keh.” He was still a bit sore at that,
that she hadn’t thought he’d live so long; then again, he’d never thought he’d
live to be this old either. “Higurashi, Kagome?” A voice called out. She stood,
and he followed suit.
They were led to a small
examination room, and the nurse proceeded to take Kagome’s vitals. A silver
ring winked at her from the nurse’s hand, and her eyes widened. The ring was
the exactly like InuYasha’s. He noted her surprise, and followed her gaze. His
eyebrows rose. Perhaps it wasn’t a coincidence that Kagome, giving birth to a
quarter-demon who might have demon-like qualities, was in the care of a
practice that staffed demons. He got up to follow when she was taken to be
weighed, but she held up a hand to make him stay. His eyes wandered around the
room. There are way too many pictures of
boobs for this place to be for straight women… He thought with a smirk.
Glancing at the counter, he was intrigued by what looked to be a small breast on
a plate. Ears strained towards the door, he picked it up. What the fuck is this? He poked it; it was more of a model than a
real breast. There were hard spots inside. Thoroughly confused, he inspected
it, but there was no writing on the plate to tell him what the hell this thing
was. Hearing footsteps, he threw it back on the counter and tried to look like
he hadn’t been doing anything. Only Kagome entered, and he heard the nurse say
that the doctor would be in shortly. She almost laughed at the too-innocent
look on his face. “What did you do?” She asked, sitting back on the examination
table. He looked guilty, and grabbed the model. “What the fuck is this?”
She laughed. “It’s a model. It
shows you how to check for breast cancer, and the areas that are most prone to
have the cancerous cells.” He looked at it, still perplexed. The door opened,
and he whipped it back on the counter. The doctor, a taller woman with short
black hair cut to frame her face, raised her eyebrow in amusement. “Well, well,
it’s been a while, InuYasha.” She said. Kagome blinked. “Y-You know him?” He
was surprised. “ Kiyomura Miyako. The last fundraiser, right?”
She nodded, smiling serenely. “Of course. And your
brother’s lovely mate has invited me to another one of her grand galas this
weekend. And… I’m surprised to see you with Kagome
here. She informed me that her husband had died.” Kagome was blushing, and
wasn’t surprised to see an ornate silver ring on her doctor’s finger. “It’s
kind of complicated…” She said. “I’m her husband; some odd circumstances caused
us to meet a long time ago, and when she came back to this time, she believed I
might not still be alive.” He explained. Dr. Kiyomura
was helping Kagome lay back on the table. “Well, that must have been exciting,
to find your husband after so long!” She exclaimed. “It’s been a very…
overwhelming few weeks…” The pregnant woman sighed.
“Well, let’s see how all the
excitement has affected the baby then.” The doctor said soothingly. “You still
don’t want to know the baby’s sex, I take it?” Kagome nodded. InuYasha frowned
slightly; he was dying to know, but he wanted to respect her wishes. He watched
as Dr. Kiyomura pressed lightly on Kagome’s stomach,
and listened with the stethoscope. “Active little thing.” She commented,
writing something on the charts. The other woman laughed, shifting to be more
comfortable. “Very. Keeps me up at night, and then wakes me up early.” Dr. Kiyomura chuckled. “Well, it’ll stop soon. Most of the
growth now will be focused on putting on more weight, and he won’t have so much
room to move around in. To help with the sleeping, I suggest getting a lot of
pillows to support your upper half; that seems to be a more preferable sleeping
position at this stage.” InuYasha made a mental note to buy more pillows. A
machine was rolled out as the doctor put gloves on. “Alright, you know the
drill. Clothes up.” He looked away, blushing. When he looked again, she was
putting a clear gel solution on Kagome’s swollen stomach, and a blanket covered
her lower half. “Come over here, InuYasha. You can get a better look.”
Cautiously he walked over, as Dr. Kiyomura turned on the ultrasound machine. He watched with
fascination as a blurry picture appeared, and slowly took a more defined shape.
“See that?” Dr. Kiyomura outlined a shape, explaining
quietly. “Right there is the baby’s head. It’s normal that it’s much bigger
than the body at this stage; we’ll see in the last ultrasound in September that
he’ll have grown so that he doesn’t look so oddly-shaped.” He grabbed hold of
the counter, staring in awe at his unborn child. “You keep calling it a ‘he’.”
He told her. She smiled, and took another strange-looking instrument off of a
hook. “It’s much more humane to call the child a ‘he’, instead of an ‘it’. The
baby is, at least in terms of a beating heart and mostly-functioning organs,
alive. As my patient here wishes the sex of the child to remain unknown to her,
I cannot tell you if I’m saying he is actually a boy or a girl.” Kagome smiled.
“And here…” Dr. Kiyomura pressed the other instrument
against the swell. A faint, rapid ‘thump-thump’ sound filled the room. “…is the
baby’s heartbeat. Good and strong, it looks like everything’s going very well.”
InuYasha now had to lean against the counter for support. “Is it… is it supposed
to be that fast?” He asked, sounding shaky. She nodded. “Yes, that’s normal. It’ll
slow as the baby grows more, but at this stage it’s normal for about 130 beats
per minute. It varies of course.”
He had to go and sit down as she
wiped the gel off of Kagome’s stomach with a damp cloth. “Everything looks like
it’s going very smoothly, which makes me very happy, and you even happier. Now,
I see here you were admitted for some mild dehydration and too much sun and
heat exposure a few weeks ago?” Kagome blushed. “Yes… I was just trying to get
the regular exercise you told me to. I was stopping every other block or so to
rest and cool down, and I was going to stop again just before I fainted…” The
other woman gave a wry smile. “When I mean exercise, I don’t mean straining
yourself in the heat of the day, especially this time of year. However, it
looks like there was no damage done; keep active, but not so active as to
overly wear yourself out, and stay indoors during midday. No mishaps before
this last one, so I’ll chalk it up as purely an accident. You’ve been a lot
more careful than some of my other patients this summer.” She turned her
attention to InuYasha. “I know you’re busy running the world, but do remember
to help her out. We don’t want another accident, especially when anything at
this stage could cause premature labor.” He nodded meekly.
“Well, if there aren’t any
questions, I’ll see you formally sometime next month, and we’ll talk some more
about your plan for the delivery. And don’t overdo it at the party this
weekend.” She winked and left the room.
((In the book ‘The Art of InuYasha’ (which is a handy little thing,
nice art too), there’s a height chart of sorts with all the characters;
InuYasha is only about two inches shorter than Sesshou-maru in the original
series, so now he’s around the same height as Naraku, who is the tallest of the
main characters. And is any other woman ever really uncomfortable by all the
diagrams and pictures of boobs and uteri in your gynecologist’s office?!
Seriously!! I have them, I don’t need to see pictures
of them!!! Also, please forgive my personifying the unborn child,
I know it’s a touchy subject with many people. I just get weird calling the
baby an ‘it’, especially with Kagome not wanting to know the sex. So I get it
out of my system with Miyako. =3 From
my experience, most babies are referred to as ‘he’ if the child’s sex is
unknown.
Mia ~ Yes, uber-drama can get a little too… tiring at times. I didn’t
want to do that “OH WOE IS MEEEEEEE” aspect of it, and kind of turned it into a
bit of a wry look at two people who are too thickheaded to do what they know
they need to. Thanks for reading, I hope you stick
with it!!
Xagzan ~
Yep, Shippou had a bit of a trip down commie lane. Politics, politics, but if
he’s hanging out with the artist crowd… they tend to have different ideas about
the world. Fascinating, I think. =3
CatLover260 ~ I claim a
little bit of artistic freedom to make him filthy rich. =3 He’s used to it,
Kagome’s just not used to such extravagance, living on a shrine her whole life.
Besides, isn’t it a fantasy we all have at one point to just go through a fancy
store, pick out what you like, and then be like “Oh, dearie
me, it costs $10,000? I’ll actually have to use the credit card,
I only have $9000 on me…”
Unistar ~ They’re going to start here soon. Circumstances will make it
inevitable here soon. (I know, you’re thinking, “Haven’t circumstances already
made it inevitable!?” Well… this one will start to seal the deal)
Thank you so much everyone!!! Next
chapter, InuYasha is introduced to the world of baby-birthing classes? Oh dear.
*giggles* Some drama or other may also occur, but we’ll
see how dramatic I feel… I’ve been watching Comedy Central all day and feel
giddy. And now to watch Dane Cook! Thank you!!!! Please leave a review!!!!))
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