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Unexpected Circumstance	By : Neptunesdemon Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13382 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Unexpected Circumstance
Author: C-Chan2 aka Neptunesdemon
Archive: None yet
Category: Mpreg, romance, drama
Pairings: Inuyasha/Sesshomaru
Rating: R for some cussing and stuff
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC, incest, non-con
xoxoxoxox
Inuyasha slowly opened his eyes, aware of the sound of chirping birds past the the light roar of the waterfall. He and Sesshomaru had spent the night in the hidden cave, his older brother snuggled against him. He had tried his best to pry the Daiyoukai off, but the bastard was determined and stubborn even when asleep.
The hanyou only scoffed as he glanced at his brother, wishing he had gotten as much sleep as the other had. He had only been able to fall asleep right before dawn. What had happened last night was a difficult, if not unbelievable, thing to grasp.
He had never, in ten thousand years, suspected that he would find himself in a cave and dry humping his brother. Granted, his youki was mostly to blame, but he did regain his senses. He could have stopped it but he didn't.
"Hell, my dick was too desperate." He mumbled to himself, one hand reaching up so that it could scratch at his head.
He felt Sesshomaru shift, and he took a peek at the still slumbering inu-youkai, wondering how the full-blooded demon could sleep so long. He had always pegged Sesshomaru as the type to be up at dawn to get a full day's worth of whatever it was he did.
'Maybe I just tired him out.' He smugly thought, before he was gagging at his own comment.
He didn't want to think about last night, let alone brag about it.
Should have marked him.
He rolled his eyes as his youki began to complain. It had basically been whining to him all night, and frankly, he was getting tired of it.
'Shut up already.' He commanded it, one arm going behind his head.
He felt it recede for the moment, with one last objection, and he gave another sigh. It was a sigh of relief, since he'd be getting a break from his damned inner demon. He'd be glad when mating season was over. He'd be back to his normal, sane self again, and the part of himself that he kept hidden would go away until mating season returned. It gave him nearly a year of peace and quiet. Not to mention it also meant that Sesshomaru would be gone as well, him and his little troupe, with an added member.
The silver-maned youkai was shifting again, mumbling in his sleep as he turned away from the hanyou, and snuggling into his kimono that had been recklessly discarded last night. Inuyasha had the urge to snicker at his brother's unguarded actions. From the way Sesshomaru slept, you could never tell he was the stuck up, arrogant, and anal bastard he prided himself in being when awake.
Inuyasha merely smirked, before he was closing his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, knowing that he'd be tired for the rest of the day if didn't. His attempt was in vain, as the sweet and yet masculine smell of Sesshomaru seemed to spike, and his eyes blinked open.
With a raised brow, he turned to peer at his older brother, who was still asleep. He couldn't explain why his brother was suddenly sending off his pheromones, but it was making him dizzy. And from the way his morning wood stood even more at attention, it was making him horny, too.
"Damn it." He cursed under his breath, sitting up and trying to ignore the half naked body lying next to him.
Mate smells ready. Take him.
"Lay off already!" Inuyasha was screaming out loud, his patience having thinned far enough.
He snapped his mouth shut and looked back to where Sesshomaru was surprisingly still sleeping. The only thing that showed he had been slightly disturbed by the hanyou's outburst was the fact that he had rolled over again, his brow crinkled slightly with a frown. It melted away as he returned to sleeping deeply again, and Inuyasha sighed in relief.
'Listen up, buddy.' He was telling his youki, shifting his clothes around so that they weren't as ruffled. 'There ain't no way that I'm mating my own god-damned brother, so you can just give up and shut the hell up!'
He humphed to himself as he stood from the ground, his amber eyes making sure that the Daiyoukai was still sleeping soundly. He had to say that the youkai did smell good, but then again, so did other bitches.
He shook his head to clear it, before he was bending to pick up Tetsusaiga, tying the scabbard back to his waist. He couldn't let it get to him. Maybe a bath in the cold water would do him good? And on the other side of the waterfall, so that it separated him from the smell.
He couldn't help but breathe it in, his mouth nearly watering as he stared at the exposed flesh of his brother's torso. His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized what he was doing. He was checking out his brother; his brother. It was as if his body wasn't satisfied with the fact that he had dry humped said sibling last night.
His eyes ran from Sesshomaru's peaceful face, past the muscled chest and down to the well shaped stomach. Well, at least it was well shaped for the moment, in a few weeks it'd be twice its size due to renovations made by the pup Lord Sesshomaru was now hosting.
Actually, Inuyasha could have sworn that Sesshomaru's stomach already seemed to be less defined. Was he showing? Already?
"Either I'm seeing things or that little fucker's growing fast." He muttered to himself, stepping closer.
He crouched next to the slumbering inukai, his eyes staring down at the demon's stomach for a better view. He couldn't tell, which he didn't find surprising. He'd never exactly seen a pregnant male youkai before. He didn't know what the hell to look for.
Though closer, he was able to smell the odd musk that was hidden beneath Sesshomaru's own scent, proof that he was indeed with child. The idea was still baffling to him, and oddly unsettling.
That pup is not ours.
Inuyasha barely realized that his hand had rested on the hilt of his sword, not as his eyes continued to stare at his brother's pale stomach.
It should die!
The words snapped him out of his trance and he abruptly stood. Turning on his heels, he rushed into the pool and then waded past the waterfall, ignoring how icy the water felt so early in the morning.
"I don't know what your problem is." He began to speak to his youki out loud. "But there's no way I'm gonna kill anything! You got that! Now shut up so I can concentrate on breakfast!"
Without another word, he was leaping out of the water and landing on the bank. He shook himself dry, smirking at how dog-like he could be at times, before he was leaping off into the trees. Hunting shouldn't be all that hard so early in the morning. All the predators were still asleep, so game had to be abundant until a bit later.
He did hesitate a moment as he remembered he had left Sesshomaru behind, but Inuyasha doubted the demon would get into any trouble. He was hidden and even if he was found, he was capable of protecting himself.
Convinced that everything would be fine, Inuyasha sniffed out his prey, grinning when he caught the scent of a deer. That would be one impressive catch.
He realized his train of thought, but he merely ignored it, before leaping in the direction it was located. He didn't want to take too long, Sesshomaru wasn't the only one he had left behind. He had to get back to Kagome and the others as well.
That wasn't going to be easy. He'd better think on how he was going to explain things to the others, especially Kagome.
"I hate mating season."
xoxoxoxox
Miroku opened his eyes at the sound of someone drawing closer, the unmistakable feel of a youkai causing him to tense, even though it felt familiar. If it was Inuyasha or Kouga, he couldn't be sure of what state of mind they were in.
From his perch on a rock, having been on watch all night, Miroku stood so that he could greet whoever entered the campsite. His fingers clamped tightly around his shakujo, violet eyes looking to the one pathway that led to them.
He watched as Kouga came trudging in, his face calm and body bruised. It was easy to see that he hadn't been the victor, which Miroku wasn't sure on how he should feel. It had meant that his friend had won, but with that there was much more meaning behind it.
"Yo."
Kouga's greeting put him at ease, and he sighed in relief, glad to hear the ookami's familiar greeting. It was the closest thing to normal since yesterday afternoon.
"Ohayo, Kouga." He greeted, offering the wolf a small smile. "Welcome back."
"Yeah, yeah." Kouga grumbled, plopping himself down on the ground by the fire that had died out not too long ago. "Where's the grub? I'm starving."
He knew that the prince had to be bruised other than physically, and he decided the questions could be put off for now. There was no reason to push things, since he still wasn't too sure if the wolf's emotions were stable.
"I'm sure I can accommodate you." He said heading over to the supplies. "They'll be no need to wake the women up."
Kouga only grumbled to himself, an elbow propped on his knee while his chin rest in his hand. He wasn't looking at Miroku, but the monk kept smiling, hoping to ease the blue-eyed youkai's obvious annoyance.
"Your wounds." Miroku's voice had him looking back at the houshi, who now knelt trying to restart the fire, having added more wood. "Would you like me to look after them?"
"Just get me my food, monk." Kouga bit out, his pride bruised a bit more. "I can take care of it myself!"
Miroku only sighed, before returning to his task. He didn't understand why he tried to be nice, it never did pay off. Inuyasha, Kouga, even Lord Sesshomaru. Were demons, and hanyous, always so inconsiderate? Most likely.
At the sound of a yawn, he looked over to where the children slept, watching as Rin sat up. The girl rubbed at her eyes with her small hands, before she was blinking sleepily and looking around. Her eyes stopped on Miroku, who smiled at her, and she stood from her bedroll with a stretch.
Slowly she stumbled over, before she was kneeling next to Miroku and bowing slightly.
"Ohayo, houshi-san." She greeted, smiling back at the monk. "Can I help you make breakfast?"
"If that's what you want." He answered her. "You can help me by gathering the bowls."
With an enthusiastic nod, she scurried off to where Ah-Un lay lazily, the beast looking up to her as she drew closer. He wanted to tell her that she needn't take from Lord Sesshomaru's supplies, but he let her alone. He'd just be sure to put everything back before the Daiyoukai returned.
With Rin up and about, he was sure that it wouldn't be long before everyone else followed. Then all they had to do was await the return of Lord Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, even though a part of him was dreading that moment. He had a feeling that things wouldn't go too smoothly.
xoxoxoxox
A guttural scream echoed in the surrounding area as a large demon fell down dead, having been torn to shreds by a lethal whip. His comrades watched in wide-eyed disbelief, before they were glaring up at the panting youkai that had murdered him.
Red-eyes glowered back at them, the smaller demon growling and snarling, silver strands framing his angered face. He was covered in blood, evidence that he had been responsible, and that he was most definitely a threat.
The pile of demon bodies that lay scattered about him were evidence as well. It didn't seem to deter the bumbling demons, who only roared in rage and charged forward. They'd avenge their fallen friend and then show that bitch his place.
Sesshomaru merely flicked his wrist and watched as the poor excuses for demons fell one by one, no longer whole. His whip dispersed and he looked about at the corpses at his feet, snarling in disgust.
He had been right to send Rin and Jaken back towards the palace just two days ago. He had gone into heat, after years of suppressing it, and he had gone into heat early. His youki was stirring and that meant danger for the two. The thought that male youkai would start migrating towards him had him thinking it best they would be safe elsewhere, so he had sent them back West.
Now he regretted not following them. He had found himself surrounded tonight, random youkai attracted to his scent, and many ready to have their way with him by force. There were few who knew who he was, and they were the ones who backed off. Well at least the weaker demons did. The stronger demons thought him now powerless, discovering what had been his well-kept secret, and hoping to gain power by mating with him.
Those were the ones he disposed of mercilessly. Tearing them apart with an animalistic rage he rarely let himself feel. Now the last of them had fallen, or so he hoped.
He growled as he could scent more demons drawing closer, and as the first few arrived, he didn't hesitate. He rushed forward first, slashing, cutting, tearing asunder all who dared to approach him with the thought of mounting him. He'd rather be dead than submissive to any demon, and that was the only way it would ever happen.
For hours he fought, fighting fatigue and ignoring wounds that were near fatal. It was late into the night that he finally struck down the last of the desperate, the smarter demons backing off, which left him alone in a morbid field of blood and gore.
Sesshomaru swayed on his feet, eyes blood red as they looked about, searching for any youkai that he had left standing. There were none, and he couldn't help but collapse to his knees, exhaustion draining the last amount of strength from him. His chest heaved, his heart hammered, and his body ached from the battle.
His eyes slowly returned to their normal hue, and his lids grew heavy, slowly drooping in a threat to close. He fought as best as he could, but he doubted he would win.
He fell over, unable to keep himself up anymore, and his eyes began to close. It wasn't safe to fall unconscious here, it was best that he find some sort of shelter, but he had no strength left. If anything were to happen to him, he wouldn't even have the strength of a ningen.
He wanted to fight the feeling of blacking out, but it was slowly creeping up on him. He found strength to open his eyes as he felt an aura that made his skin crawl, and his lips curled back as he began growling, eyes flecked with red.
The stale and decaying scent was the next thing to hit his senses and he was barely able to lift his head, his eyes searching. It would be his luck that he would be caught in heat by such a despicable character.
It was the appearance of the well known miasma that had Sesshomaru straining his trembling muscles to push himself up off the ground. He collapsed three times before he finally sat up, his eyes searching through the thin fog for any sign that he was close by. It was already confirmed that he was here, Sesshomaru just didn't know where he was hiding.
"Well, well, Lord Sesshomaru. How fortunate for me to have stumbled across you."
The slimy feel of a tentacle encircling his ankle had Sesshomaru swinging out, and he watched satisfied as he was released, the hacked off end wriggling before melting away. His confidence that he would find the strength to fight left as a mass of the damned appendages sprang out at him from the mist. Wrapping about both ankles and his waist, Sesshomaru could barely stop himself as he was dragged through the amount of corpses, before he was lifted and then slammed unmercifully to the ground.
He couldn't stop the groan of pain, as he felt his head crack against the hard-packed earth, his head spinning from the impact. He was dragged through the results of his battle once more, though this time when he was slammed back to the ground, it was face first and he impacted in the minced remains of a boar demon. A wave of nausea hit him from the scent, as his face was pressed against the bloody carcass. A boar demon never did smell good when it was alive, and once dead, it smelled ten times worse.
He was relived when he was pulled again, though this time he remained suspended upside-down in the air. He was panting now, his body sweating from the ordeal he had been put through, but nothing could stop his youki. Turmoil or not, it was in heat and at the present moment, one of his worst enemies appeared to be the strongest.
As weak as he was, he held himself in check, his amber eyes trying to focus on the baboon shaped blur a few feet away.
The Daiyoukai was making a sound of objection as he was pulled closer, close enough that he could see red eyes smiling back at him.
"My what a mess you've made." Naraku chuckled, the hood of his baboon pelt falling back to fully reveal his face. "A desperate attempt, yes?"
Sesshomaru actually cried out as he was slammed into the ground one last time, the tentacles around his waist slithering up his body to wrap around his wrist. Effectively pinned too the ground, Sesshomaru could only pant and wait for the fog to clear from his head. The miasma was affecting him, and he could barely think straight.
He gasped as he felt a body press against him and a hand that was cold and clammy pet his face, before gripping him under his chin to force their eyes to meet.
"What ever could you be protecting, my lord?" Naraku's voice was mocking, and Sesshomaru had the urge to strike, if his hand wasn't trapped.
The hand gripping his chin lifted it so that his head fell back, his neck arching and now exposed the dark-haired hanyou. The inukai struggled at that, not enjoying how vulnerable it left him, and goosebumps raised to his skin as Naraku laughed at his feeble attempt to escape him.
"Do not touch me!" Sesshomaru warned, his voice raspy and weak.
He was thoroughly ignored, Naraku only huffing in annoyance, before he was pressing his nose against the skin of Sesshomaru's throat.
Sesshomaru panicked, his hand tearing free and reaching for the spider, but Naraku was much more agile. He growled out in frustration as his hand was pushed into the ground above his head, his heart hammering in his chest, but not wanting to show the hanyou that he was actually afraid.
"Oho." Naraku muttered in discovery, after deeply inhaling the scent rolling off of the full-blooded youkai. "So that's the secret you want kept, is it? Such a lovely scent, Sesshomaru."
The inukai stiffened as a tongue slowly trailed the length of his neck, upwards until it reached his ear. There sharp fangs toyed with the lobe, sending a shiver down Sesshomaru's spine, before a deep chuckle was heard.
"Such a delicious smell." Naraku drolled, lifting enough so that he could look down into angry and defiant amber-red eyes. "In need of a mate? How lucky for me to have found you. I have been searching for someone to carry my heirs."
As shameful as it was, Sesshomaru couldn't help the jerk of shock his body gave, as Naraku ground down against him, his hips arching up as much as the restraining tentacles would allow him to.
"Such an eager bitch you are." Naraku laughed, before he was pulling away. "Don't worry, my pet. I'll claim you soon enough."
"I'd rather die than carry any of your spawn, Naraku." He growled out, just before his face was buried in the blood drenched dirt below him.
He had been turned over, the tentacles twisting and pulling at his clothes, until he was stark naked. He fought to breathe, turning his head to the side and pulling in much needed air, ignoring the sting of grit in his eyes. This time his arm was pulled behind his back, leaving him immobile.
He stiffened as a clammy appendage wrapped about his waist, raising his hips so that his backside was lifted. He began struggling again, trying to resist as his legs were pulled apart, spread so that now he was presented for the male that had every intention of mounting and mating him.
He wouldn't allow it. He was the Lord of the Western lands, there was no way that he would let this despicable hanyou impregnate and degrade him. A cry of frustration tore from his throat as a pair of sharp-nailed hands took hold of his hips, his efforts doubled, even as he was on the edge of losing consciousness once more.
"Why fight it, Sesshomaru? You should be proud." Naraku laughed, his thumbs rubbing small circles in the supple skin in his grasp. "You'll get to be the carrier of our children. We'll birth an unstoppable army you and I. The world will be ours."
"No!" His objection was due to the naked chest that pressed against his back, and the stiff length that was nestled in the parted crevice of his backside.
Thin fingers raked through his blood-matted hair, and he shivered as the red-eyed mongrel placed a kiss to the back of his neck.
"You do not want it?" Naraku questioned him.
"Release. . . me." He hated the tremble in his voice.
Naraku sneered, lifting so that he was straight up again, his hand pulling the soft locks so that Sesshomaru was arching back uncomfortably.
"The choice is no longer yours, puppy."
The Daiyoukai's body locked, eyes wide in disbelief at the feel of Naraku pressed against his opening. This couldn't be happening.
"Like it or not, I'll make you mine!"
xoxoxoxox
Sesshomaru was springing up as he woke from his dream, his teeth bared and claws glowing green as he crouched defensively. He hated remembering that night, he dreaded the thought of what had happened to him, and yet a small part of him wished that he remembered what had happened after Naraku had said those last words.
The truth of the matter was that his mind pulled a complete blank, which he should be thankful for. Who would want to remember their own violation?
No need to remember. It is in the past.
"Then why can't I help but relive it?" He murmured aloud, his body trembling as the images flashed through his mind.
"So that was more than a bad dream then?"
The voice had him spinning and lashing out behind him, his claws barely missing the surprised face of his foolish little brother. And he snarled, swiping again in anger at the mere thought that he had allowed this driveling little half-breed to get so close without him noticing.
"Hey, calm down, damn it!" Inuyasha cried, grabbing hold of Sesshomaru before the youkai could do some major damage to his face.
The inukai merely roared in anger, wanting to pull free but shocked to find that Inuyasha's strength surpassed him at the moment. Internally he was panicking, wishing he had his other arm to feel at his neck for a mating mark, but on the outside he was only snarling, his eyes threatening Inuyasha without words.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Inuyasha demanded, sure to keep the demon's lone arm in his grasp.
The poison was dripping from those deadly claws, the acrid liquid hissing as it touched the rock they stood on, dissolving thin grooves that led into the water a few steps away. Inuyasha only rolled his eyes at his brother's glaring face, a bit disappointed to have his brother's old self back again.
"Look, let's cut the bullshit. I brought breakfast."
The hanyou jerked a thumb over his shoulder, and Sesshomaru looked to where his dog-eared sibling was pointing. He regretted it the moment he did. The sight of the bloody corpse of a deer had his stomach churning in protest and then the smell assaulted him, and he forced himself not to gag. Without a second thought he pulled his hand free and calmly walked away from Inuyasha, grabbing up his kimono from where it lay and putting it back on.
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going!"
His brother ignored him and instead rushed off, disappearing beyond the waterfall.
"Not again." Inuyasha mumbled to himself, before he was running after him.
He was getting tired of chasing after the asshole. Why couldn't he just keep still?
Inuyasha broke free of the wall of water and halted in his steps. The sour smell of sickness had him grimacing and then he heard the distant sound of gagging.
Did our mate not like it?
Inuyasha sighed as his youki seemed concerned, but it was more towards the fact that Sesshomaru didn't like the freshly caught game rather than the youkai's well being.
"First of all, he's not our mate." Inuyasha reminded it, his arms crossing as he began wading out to the bank. "And second, it's just morning sickness. You do remember he's having a pup, right?"
His youki only snorted and he only sighed at its behavior. It was already quite clear that his youki didn't agree with this, and that was only because it wanted rights to Sesshomaru. There was no way that Inuyasha was going to let that happen.
His mind flashed back to last night, and he hissed as heat settled in his groin at the mere thought. He'd come pretty damn close to making a mistake last night, though he felt slightly more at ease now that he had taken care of some stress.
His ears flickered as the sound of Sesshomaru's heaving didn't seem to let up, and he frowned as he took to sitting on the ground. He could wait, he had all morning after all. The others would keep still and even if they didn't he was more than likely to find them.
His ears twitched at the sudden silence and he smiled mischievously.
"Better hurry, Sesshomaru. You don't want all the blood to drain!" He shouted, knowing that the elder youkai would hear him. "You know it's the best part!"
As the sound of retching resumed, Inuyasha smirked to himself. Payback was fun after all.
xoxoxoxox
Sesshomaru closed his eyes as he leaned back against a tree, the last remains of what little he had eaten yesterday emptied out onto the forest floor. He was going to gut that damned half-breed alive when he got back. Morning sickness was one of the symptoms of his condition that he resented the most. Spewing your guts at the mere sight and smell of almost anything was unbecoming of a great lord such as himself.
He gently rested a hand on his calming stomach, his youki purring in content at the presence of the small life within. It was a wonder how it could seem so pleased with the child, knowing how it had been conceived and just who the father could be.
He would deny until his very last breath that he had been impregnated by that loathsome rat. However, the very thought that Naraku could be the sire of this child wasn't what disturbed him the most. It was the mere thought that he had yet to bury his own claw within his stomach and rip the dreaded thing out of him.
His youki bristled, its disapproval evident, and Sesshomaru only scoffed before slowly opening his eyes. His fingers gripped the fabric of his robes as he realized that he disapproved himself. Monster's child or not, some forbidden and almost forgotten part of himself wanted this child. It was enough to make him think that he was losing his sanity.
"Rin is surely to blame." He told himself out loud.
The thought of the young human girl had him remembering that he had left her in the care of Jaken. He was aware that Inuyasha's humans were there as well, but the amount of care they could offer the child seemed to be equal to that of the small kappa.
He figured it was time they head back.
Pushing himself away from the tree, he started off back toward the waterfall, but his steps faltered at the familiar scent that the wind blew past him.
'He is here?' He was asking in his mind, his hand reaching for his sword.
He looked down in shock to find it wasn't there, but he had remembered leaving it behind at the camp. It was one of many stupid decisions he seemed to be making lately.
His golden-colored eyes looked about his surroundings, his muscles coiled and ready to spring into action for when his stalker made his appearance. The sound of the bushes rustling had him spinning to encounter whatever foe came through them.
"Where is he?"
Sesshomaru, though he kept his perfectly stoic mask, felt relief wash over him as Inuyasha came running, Tetsusaiga drawn and ready. It wasn't safe to assume, but Naraku would think twice about revealing himself with Inuyasha here.
It is good to be protected. Inuyasha is strong enough.
The Daiyoukai ignored his inner demon, and he righted himself, before he was heading back towards the small pool with the waterfall.
"Hey, are you stupid? Naraku's out here somewhere!" The hanyou shouted out the obvious and Sesshomaru merely sighed.
"Yes, but he would not dare attack with us knowing that he is here. He merely wishes us to know that we are being watched."
Inuyasha glared up at the forest canopy before he was walking after Sesshomaru, his sword put away as he walked beside the proud inu-youkai.
"If he's around we might as well head back." Inuyasha said, his hand folded away in his sleeves and his ears alert for any sound that they were being followed. "We'll head back to the cave, you stay outside, before heading back to the others. I'm sure they're all up by now."
Sesshomaru almost sneered as his younger brother took it upon himself to take the lead. This Sesshomaru didn't follow orders.
His pack, his rules. His youki was reminding him, and he wished he could growl at it.
He'd reluctantly let things transpire as they were. It would only be a couple more weeks before he could be the proud youkai that he was, even if he would have a baby on his arm.
He ignored his youki giggling in amusement at the thought and silently headed back to what had to be a watering hole. It wasn't the only thing he was ignoring, but it was much harder to disregard the eyes that he knew were watching him. He'd just have to hope that they would grow tired of looking. Though he doubted that would happen anytime soon.
xoxoxoxox
Kagome had woken to Rin's giggles and Shippo's whining. She sat up with a stretch, before she covered her mouth as she yawned. Bleary eyes looked about the campground to take in what everyone was up to. It looked like she was the last one up.
Kouga sat frowning and grumbling to himself as he scarfed down whatever breakfast had been made. It looked like simple rice and dried fish. Sango was helping Miroku pack away whatever they were no longer using, making the mistake of bending over to place some bowls into the traveling packs.
Kagome could only groan as Miroku stayed true to his nature, and his hand stretched out to blatantly caress the taijiya's butt. The sharp slap that echoed through the trees wasn't a shock to any one but Rin, who gasped and watched as Miroku rubbed at his now smarting cheek.
The girl left Shippo behind, dropping the monk's staff that she had been teasing the fox with and rushing over to the "wounded" monk.
"Oh, Houshi-san, are you hurt?" She asked in childish innocence. "Here let me see."
Miroku relished the attention and Sango stormed off to probably rant not too far off, Kirara mewing in concern behind her. Jaken was growing mushrooms at the root of a tree, the green kappa whimpering pathetically about how his lord had betrayed him. Even Ah-Un was up, lazily grazing on the sparse grass surrounding the area.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Kagome stood from her bedroll heading over to the low burning fire where her breakfast was being kept warm. With her own food in hand, she sat down on one of the logs set up around the fire. She looked to Kouga, catching sight of the ookami's bandaged torso that she hadn't noticed before. Her eyes widened as she realized that his wounds were Inuyasha's doing.
With the feeling of being stared at, Kouga looked to the wide-eyed miko, who quickly offered him a bright smile. It made him frown even more, the prince recognizing an act when he saw one.
"Good morning, Kouga."
The wold demon only scoffed, before returning to his breakfast, which he didn't seem to really be eating. He was merely picking up the contents and dropping it back into the bowl.
"What's so good about?" Was the only thing he asked, before he was grumbling again.
Kagome was sure she heard something about losing a fine piece of ass, but she quickly diverted her attention elsewhere.
Shippo came running up to her, Miroku's staff in his hand, his eyes twinkling as he made the rings jingle.
"Kagome, look, I finally got to play with it."
She only sighed and began eating her breakfast as he skipped around her.
"Look, Kagome!"
"That's nice, Shippo." She said to amuse him, her eyes closing in hope of some peace.
The kitsune stopped behind her, planting the staff in the ground and flinging around blank pieces of paper in semblance of the monk's ofuda.
"I'm Miroku!" He chirped happily.
His eyes stopped on Kagome, and without thinking his hand was reaching out.
Kagome shrieked at the feel of a palm resting on her bottom, her food spilling on the ground as she dropped her bowl, hand raised and ready to strike as she spun to face her offender.
"Miroku-"
Her screaming was cut short as instead of a perverted monk, she found a cowering Shippo, crouching to the ground his face buried in his arms and his tail quivering.
"Shippo!"
Watering green eyes looked up at the miko and with a bawl he jumped at Kagome, latching on to her and wailing his apologies.
Kagome only huffed, trying to quiet the young fox demon as she walked over to where Miroku sat contentedly getting pampered by Rin. When close enough, her fist smashed down atop the monk's head, leaving a good-enough sized lump.
"See, Miroku, you're a bad influence! Your pervertedness is catching and poor Shippo's the victim!"
Sango was smiling in satisfaction as she returned, Kirara in her arms.
"Serves him right." She huffed, turning away from the sight of Miroku clutching his head in pain.
"Houshi-san, does your head hurt! Rin will make it better!"
The two women only sighed at the young girl's antics. She'd learn sooner or later, the monk wasn't as innocent a victim as he seemed to be.
After one last apology, Shippo went off to play again, leaving the two women to clean whatever was left. Kagome only scowled down at the mess of her breakfast, her stomach growling. Oh well, she always had ramen.
"Ouch!"
Her hand was swatting at her calf as she felt something bite her, and she looked down in time to see a familiar flea floating to the ground.
"Myoga? How did you get here?"
Popping back into shape, the small flea jumped up onto the miko's palm, which she held out extended for him.
"He came with me." Kouga answered for the flea, before returning to sulking.
Kagome only sighed, already knowing that he was smarting over his defeat. That led to thoughts of what it meant for Inuyasha, and to stop herself from dwelling on it, she turned her attention to the parasite.
"Lady Kagome, I have heard some happy, and yet grave, news. It would seem that Lord Sesshomaru has become. . .well. . " Myoga coughed, trying to find the right word. "Impregnated."
Kagome only rolled her eyes.
"Please, don't remind me."
"You mean you already know?" Myoga asked, obviously shocked.
"Yeah, he told us himself." She said with a shrug, plopping down on the log she had occupied before. "He's staying until the baby's born I'm guessing, even though Inuyasha hasn't told us everything yet."
"I see." Myoga muttered, before he was off in thought. After a few moments, he looked back up to the girl, who was staring off at nothing in particular, a bored mask on her face. "I'm reluctant to let you know."
Kagome was jerked back to looking at the flea, her emotions on her sleeve with the flea's hesitant words.
"Let me know what?" She asked, aware that everyone else was looking in their direction as well, save Kouga. "What is it?"
With a deep sigh, Myoga closed his eyes to prepare himself to give the young priestess some news she most definitely didn't want to hear.
"As you know, Inuyasha and Kouga have battled for their right to mate." He announced, watching the girl's brown eyes go dull. "With Kouga here, it means Inuyasha was the victor."
"He cheated." Was the grumbled objection from the prince.
The ookami was ignored, and Kagome waited on pins and needles for whatever it was the old retainer had to tell her.
"When Sesshomaru returns with Inuyasha, his stay will last longer than after the child's birth." Myoga finally told her. "For you see, they are now mates."
Kagome could only gasp, her heart stopping at the words she had denied telling to herself since Sesshomaru had come waltzing back with the hanyou.
She only fell silent, not saying a word, Sango watching on in the background wanting to comfort her friend.
"Inuyasha and Sesshomaru. . . are. . . mates?"
At Kagome's question, Jaken fainted, leaving a flustered Rin to rush over to him.
"No, it can't be true." She murmured, her head shaking in disbelief.
"Kagome."
Miroku had moved closer to rest a hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away from him, spinning to glare at him. Her fist closed, forgetting about the flea that was still in her hand and successfully crushing him.
"He would never do that to me!" She screamed, her eyes watering. "Inuyasha would never do something like that!"
"Do something like what?"
At the hanyou's voice, everyone turned to find both brothers staring back at them. Kouga only growled at his rival's appearance, before turning his back to him. He didn't want to look at them; smelling as they did, he knew exactly what had happened after their battle.
Inuyasha only scoffed, ignoring the wolf himself, before he was looking back to the frozen miko.
"Now, who's gonna answer my question?"
T.B.C.
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