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Overcoming Adversity

Overcoming Adversity
By Youko Starr
Disclaimer: Don�t own it. AU type fic with usual pairings.

A bright summer�s day had greeted Mariko the moment she opened her eyes. Her eyes quickly shut tight, blockout out the intense golden hue of the morning sun that snuck into the living room through cracks of the window blinds. It was sure to be a glorious day, one with many surprises in store for the woman that had slept away most of the morning. She risked opg ong one eye, and the nearby ticking clock revealed it to be a quarter past eleven.
�Shit! Inuyasha will be arriving shortly. I mustn�t go back to sleep,� she scolded herself, crawling off of the futon and to her feet. Returning to bed was a tempting idea, and she regretted staying awake so late the previous night to empty her bedroom of her belongings. Her one bedroom apartment was surely no place for a mother and her son to live. But somehow the two would have to make do. She had graciously removed her possessions from the bedroom, shuffled and arranged everything as neatly as possible in the living room, and decided to give her own room to the teenager that would be moving in to live with her. Teenage years were difficult enough without losing one�s father, and everything one had ever known, then having to move in a with a stranger with a tiny three room apartment. Ever since the letter had arrived, Mariko had been at her wit�s end. How could this possibly work between two people when she had merely a bedroom, bathroom, and large combination between a kitchen and living room?
Her son�s father had died. His older half-brother, who had inherited the estate had given the boy a week to discover a new place of residency and go. Who else could her son, who had not even turned sixteen yet, go, but to hisher her he had not seen since his days as a toddler.
It hadn�t been any desire of hers that had kept her out of her son�s life. But it was a harsh world, a harsh reality where children that were �different� were ostracized, and guilt consumed her every day for the choice she made fourteen years ago for her son�s own well-being and safety. The thought of the Great Inutaisho ever dying never crossed her mind.
Mariko had no idea how she would explain her son�s existence, or his abnormity to the neighbors. Surely, one look at him would reveal he was anything but the average teenager. As a newborn, the doctor�s had marveled over his problem, asking her numerous questions about her habmusiduring pregnancy. Had she smoked, drank, done any strenuous and danger activity? Were their genetic abnormalities in her family�s history? Had she participated in any unl scl scientific study�s before she was aware of being pregnant?

Many of the questions had been rather insulting and ridiculous. Nothing could explain her son�s absence of normal, curved human ears. Rather than two ears of flesh-covered cartilidge, they found smooth skin with two, fuzzy white dog ears located slightly above where his ears truly belonged.
It was only because of Inutaisho that news of it didn�t reach the papers or tabloids. He had paid the doctors and hospital staff a great deal of money to remain quiet, ignore the defect, and release Inuyasha as he was.
Fear had prompted Mariko give away her son. Not only was she rather poor, and unwilling to allow the powerful demon turned businessman to be her �sugar daddy� but she knew the only life she alone could her her son was a struggle against bullies, taunts, and people who didn�t understand, and could never be told the truth about his birth and existence. Demons were a thing of the past, a fairytale told to keep children behaved at night. Those that still survived in modern time were careful to keep their identities secret. Rarely, did one take human mate.
Inutaisho had been an exception. He enjoyed the human females, their frailty, their neediness and desire to be spoiled. After the death of his demon mate, the mother to his eldest son Sesshoumaru, he had taken up company with many a female human. It was just to his misfortune that one of these females became pregnant with his child. For many years, he had been a welcome customer to an expensive masseuse parlor. Out of all of the girls that, only one had never thrown herself at him, or openly flirted and advertised her desire for the wealthy man�s attentions. Her name had been Mariko, and because of her shy behavior, she had been the one he wanted most and felt most determined to have.
Soon, each visit came accompanied with flowers, exquisite perfumes too costly for her to ever afford with her own meager paychecks.. He courted her, wooed her, gifted her with so many different things that her small apartment seemed to be closing in on her. Six months passed, and finally, he had won the shy human girl over. She was his. Thus began a series of romantic weekends. Then without warning the young woman that had fallen in love with him abruptly put an end to their weekend visits. She never showed up on their next scheduled date. He waited at the restaurant the entire night, sitting quietly and staring at the door. Females would look his way and shake their heads, wondering what kind of an idiot could ever stand up such a handsome piece of eye candy.
When he went to look for her at the masseuse parlor, he was told she had found another place of employment and quit her job. When he visited her apartment, his key didn�t fit the lock. Assuming she had changed the locks to keep hut, ut, he had stood outside in the hallway waiting patiently for her to arrive home, or for her to come outside after spending an hour knocking and calling through the door for her to speak to him. To let him know what was wrong. He was concerned about her.
It was the landlord that told him she had moved away and taken all of her things, she could pack in two suitcases, and sold the rest she couldn�t carry. Neighbors were worried, fearing she had gotten into trouble with someone big and important.
He followed the trail of her scent all the way to the nearest bus stop. He followed the route on foot until he caught the faintest wisp of her scent again. He would know it anywhere, especially since he had selected and purchased the perfume himself. He followed that smell untt wat was too dispersed to follow any longer. She was gone.
Six months later he saw her again. It was by chance that he was out of Tokyo and visiting the north to handle a business transaction. He had only checked in to his favorite hotel for a few minutes when, walking down the hall, he caught that hint of her smell again.
Mariko still wore the perfume he bought her. He inhaled discreetly, not wanting to alarm the bellhop that carried his luggage. There could be no mistake about it. She was there, and she had only recently passed through this corridor. The demon reached into his wallet and drew out a wad of bills, shoving them at the bellhop and taking his bags. �Yoerviervices are no longer needed. I shall be fine alone.� Leaving the bellhop behind, slack-jawed and staring at his retreating back, he navigated the hall until he reached a room with an open door, a maid�s cart parked in front of it. He set down his luggage in the hall and walked forward for the open doorway.
In his haste to find her, he nearly knocked over the exiting maid that had just finished preparing the hotel room for occupancy. �Excuse me,� he apologized, steadying her once he saw her stomach was round and swollen with child. �I was looking for someone�� When the red-faced and blushing maid looked up, his eyes narrowed, and were there normally any color on his pale face it would have all drained away. �Mariko.�
�Inutaisho�what are�what are you doing here?�
�Perhaps I should be the one asking that question. Why did you disappear? What happened to you?� he demanded, gesturing to her pregnant belly.
�Can�t you see?� she questioned. �I�m pregnant.�
�Is this your reason for leaving as you did? Were you too ashamed of your whoring around behind my back and that you had foolishly gotten yourself pregnant in the process?�
She reddened further, eyes growing wide as she raised her voice with righteous indignation. �I was not whoring around!�
�Then explain this.�
�Isn�t that obvious? It�s yours!�
�Get rid of it.�
�It�s much too late for that!� She attempted to storm past him, but found her path blocked by his large and imposing form. �Please move, Inutaisho. I t aft afford to lose this job.�

�We need to talk.�
�I�m on duty,� she argued, finding that he was more or less a brick wall hindering her escape and preventing her from returning to work.
�That was not a request. We shall talk now, regardless of any work you need to do.� I must know if you truly are the mother of my child. Without further delay he had grabbed ahold of her arm and drug her into the recently cleaned room. The door was closed and the only exit was behind him, Mariko had no choice but to spill the truth and reasoning behind her departure.
�I didn�t want to tie you down to me. I can handle this on my own without your money.�
�You cannot handle this alone. If that child is truly mine, Mariko, there is something you must know.� Suddenly, the look that had always struck her as exotic and beautiful, looked too animalistic, dangerous�frightening. His canines were too long, his eyes too gold. Not hazel. They were as gold and yellow as the sun. �And I must know before I tell you.�
�I�m not due for another three months, Inutaisho. There�s no way to find out before then.�
�There is.� He took ahold of her by the arms, holding her firmly in place in front of him. He inhaled deeply, noticing the subtle changes motherhood had inflicted upon her personal smell. He lowered until he crouched in front of her, and pressed his ear against her belly. He could hear the child within her womb, its heart beating rapidly. The mother was even more alarmed, most likely wondering what he was g. g. Tendrils of fear mingled with the smell, almost hiding what he sought after. �It is mine.�
�What are you doing?� she whispered.
�I had to be certain. The child is too old to be aborted, correct?�
�Correct,� she replied numbly.
�Then you must have the best of care. Do not worry. Your bills and any current medical debts will be paid by me. Of course, a change in obstetrician will be necessary--�
�I�m not changing doctors,� she cut in.
�Along with quitting this ridiculous job and returning to Tokyo with me.� He completed his sentence, then stared at her, eyes narrowed and cold. �Pardon me?�
�It�s too late to change doctors. This one knows everything about me, has all of my information and the baby�s. I can�t change now.�
�Mariko, this is not a request. You�ll simply take the doctor I find for you, or have none at all. Any human doctor will notice something is amiss.�
His words startled her. Any human doctor will notice something is amiss. Just when did he begin to call other people humans as if he himself was not one. �I don�t understand,� she murmured, as if the questioning expression on her face hadn�t already told him that.
�Your child is not human, because the father is not human.� He smiled at her, the tip of a sharp canine just visible over his lower lip. The whites of his eyes bled crimson, as his pupils stretched into greenish-blue vertical slits. �I can not show you my true self in this place for I am too large for this building to hold.�
Too large for a six story hotel? Every ounce of her common sense told her to run for safety, sprint to the window, attempt to bypass him and escape into the hall. Her legs were frozen, her heart hammered in her chest and her mouth was sandpaper dry like the hottest desert. He was not human. Her child was not human. He was not human. What the hell was he?! �What are you?� Her whisper was too soft for human words. She watched as wind whipped about his gorgeous mane of silver locks, revealing pointed elf like ears and she had never noticed before.
�An inuyoukai. One of the remaining few. I have been on this earth for hundreds of years, and I have used many identities to hide this secret from the humans that fear us. For the past forty years I have used the identity of Hogosha Inutaisho, and have built an empire worthy of my son Sesshoumaru. Now, that empire will be shared by the child in your womb.�
The next two and half months were a blur. Many arrangements were made, and several arguments had proved that the two could never be together. She would not marry him, not even for her son. It was after Inuyasha was born that she realized her son also did not belong with her. Nothing Inutaisho had told her could ever prepare for the shock of seeing him for the first time. Beautiful golden eyes, like amber jewels, gazed tiredly up at her, set within a small pale face. Snow white curls covered the infant�s scalp, but most amazingly, two furry ears twitched atop his head. Not human ears. Dog ears.
Inutaisho had warned her some part of his inuyoukai heritage might be visible in the boy�s body. He�d also said there was a slim chance that he appeared to be a normal human. Wrong.
The reactions of the doctors had proved raising her son in the human world would not be without difficulty. In the end, she had begged him to keep Inuyasha safe and away from the eyes of those that would ridicule him for his appearance.
Now, he was doomed to live with her until his eighteenth birthday. His father could no longer protect him, and his mother could not afford the expensive tutors that had visited the late Inutaisho�s estate to educate her son. He would have to go to a public high school like any other teen his age.
Mariko rushed around her small apartment, putting the finishing touches on the now empty bedroom. As she completed her work, the sound of a fist knocked heavily at the door. She practically flew down the short hallway, throwing open the entrance door to stare into wide and large golden eyes identical to those of the man she had once fallen in love with. �Inu�Inuyasha?� she breathed, reaching up to cup her son�s face between both palms and then hesitantly touch the white dog ears poking out of the mane of long nearly waist length hair. The son she had only seen pictures of as a young child was now on her doorstep glaring at her audacity to feel and touch his ears.
He was every bit as gorgeous as she had imagined he would grow up to be. �I�I haven�t seen you since you were a wee boy.�
�Yeah. No kidding. Can I come in yet?� he asked rudely, spoiling the mother/son reunion. Several suitcases already filled the narrow outdoors hall, and neighbors and passersby were beginning to stare at the straight dog-eared boy on her doorstep. Most assumed him to be wearing a wig, others wondered at his secret to having such beautiful hair, and some merely wondered why he was at their neighbor�s apartment.
�Oh, yes of course! Come in! Let me help you with those, Inuyasha.�
�Feh. I got �em all,� he bragged, grabbing two handles in each hand and turning sideways to shuffle with all four into the apartment. Mariko stared, amazed at the strength her son flaunted so carelessly. Had his father been that strong?
�I�m sorry that the apartment is so small, I�ve just been so used to living on my own without anyone else, and I never expected to have you live with me. Your bedroom is down the hall. I�m sorry that I don�t have a bed for you and only a futon.�
�I could sleep in a tree for all I care,� he responded carelessly, dropping his bags. �I�m outta here, I�ll be back later.� He turned, and tugged open the door again much to his mother�s disappointment.
�Wait! Inuyasha, you haven�t had lunch yet, have you? I can make you a sandwich, or I can drive you around the neighborhood and give you a tour of the area,� Mariko offered.
One dark brow raised beneath his silver bangs. �I�ll get something to eat outside. A sandwich�feh! I�ll be back around dark.� Before she could give motherly advice or argue his decision, Inuyasha had left almost faster than her eyes could see.
One thing worried her the most: How would the neighborhood view the arrival of her only child? She only hoped that Inutaisho had raised their child to not flaunt his powers in the faces of those who knew not of youkai existence.

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�Alright, Inuyasha. It�s your first day of school, try to listen to the teachers, and remember to do what you�re told. This school is costing me a lot of money.�
�Damnit, woman. I told you I have my own cash. Dad has the bank set up to give me so much money a month until I�m eighteen.�
�But you aren�t eighteen yet. Your money is to be spent enjoying yourself or buying clothes, I will pay for your school.� Mariko smiled up at her son through the open window of her tiny, beat-up car. When Inuyasha first saw his mother�s vehicle he had been surprised she was even able to get the engine to start, and more so surprised it wasn�t condemned and carted to the junk yard by now. It needed work. Major work.
�I�ll be fine, Mom. Don�t worry about me. They can�t say or do anything that�ll hurt me,� he bragged. It had been a mutual decision that Inuyasha would wear a skull cap to hide the presence of furry dog ears, and lack of human ears. It was something the teachers and deans all understood, and promised not to mention around the other students for Mariko and Inuyasha�s privacy. Dark contacts were the solution for his golden eyes, although Inuyasha refused to dye his hair and protested that he wouldn�t look right with it any other color. It was bad enough that it changed on its own even once a month ng tng the night of the new moon.
�Okay. Bye, Son!� she called, driving off.
The moment she was out of sight, it was a tough inner battle between his conscience and naturally defiant nature. He did not want to be here, but leaving would be wasting the good money his mother had spent on not only his uniforms but his school tuition as well.
�Stupid school. Why the hell couldn�t the old man leave enough money for me to keep getting home schooled?� he muttered as he walked up the school steps. Around him, all of the other boys were dressed in identical black uniforms, although none of them looked nearly as good as he did. Despite the black skullcap hiding his �difference,� the length of his silver hair was drawn back into a loose pony-tail resting in the middle of his back.
The cap slightly muffled his hearing, and everything had a slight under-water quality to it. Luckily, his advanced hearing made up for it, and he certainly could hear better than any human would have been able to with their ears covered.
Inuyasha reached into his pocket to remove his school schedule, glancing down at the numbers and names of classes and order in which he should appear in each one. Shit, shit, shit, oooh lunch, more shit, garbage, ahh�automotives. His favorite class, besides lunch, that is. If lunch could be considered a class.
Inuyasha turned a corner to walk down another hallway, and collided directly into a female girl running wildly with her friends to their next class. The girl toppled, landing on her ass from the impact of running into him. Inuyasha hardly budged, and glowered down at her, barely able to conceal his fangs. �Wench, watch where the hell you�re goin� from now on,� he growled at her before stooping to collect her books.
Her friends, who had noticed by now they were one girl short of their party, backtracked to find her. �Kagome, are you alright!?� one cried as she saw her friend sitting on the floor, and a strange new boy towering over her with a sour expression on his face.
Inuyasha balanced the girl�s books on one hand, then reached down again and easily yanked the girl to her feet with the other. �Wow, he�s so strong,� he heard one of the girl�s whisper to her friends with his excellent hearing.
�I�m fine,� the girl, obviously named Kagome, responded. The bell rang, marking their tardiness to class. �But we wouldn�t be late if it wasn�t for him running into me!�
�What?! Wench, you were the one that came barreling into me. Fuck it, next time I�ll let you sit on the ground,� he snarled before stomping off towards his own class, leaving all four bewildered girls behind staring at his retreating back.
�Quit calling me a wench, you jerk! I have a name! Kagome! KA-GO-ME!�
�I don�t think he likes you, Kagome. We better go! We�re late!�
Inuyasha reached his class, the sounds of their voices eventually drowned out as they went separate ways. The hanyou knocked on the door and was greeted by the sensei moments later.
�Ahhh, Inuyasha,re yre you are. Did you have trouble finding the classroom?� the kind-faced teacher asked him.
�A bunch of silly girls slowed me down,� he muttered. �Where do I sit?�
�You can sit in any vacant seat you�d like. Class, this is Hogosha Inuyasha. He�s beginning his first day at our school, so please be on your best behavior. I am Iwakoshi-sensei, and this is advanced arithmetic.�
The rest of the day was carried out in similar fashion. Recommendations from his tutors had caused the school to place him in mostly advanced classes, although he had been given his choice of advanced classes, they were difficult nonetheless, according to the teachers who taught them. To Inuyasha, he could have slept through every one and still aced them. Finally, lunch came, and all rushed out of their last class to the lunch room where he soon discovered it was required to go buy a lunch, bring a lunch, or pray to the vending machine with loose change.
>Of >Of course, Inuyasha had more than just loose change, and when he removed the thick roll of okane from his pocket, he quickly earned the title of rich boy from students nearby that witnessed it, and soon put together one and one. Hogosha. Hogosha Inuyasha was the son of the recently deceased Inutaisho. The rich businessman was this boy�s father. Gossip spread like wildfire across the school lunchroom.
The hanyou heard every word muttered that he could pick out amongst the hum of voices. Slipping a few more yen into the machine and choosing the candy he wanted, he walked away to an unoccupied table at the room�s corner, away from the other students. They could gossip all they liked, it was only when they stared and pointed his way to their friends that he became pissed enough to get up and leave the lunchroom, simply to appear early for his next class. Advanced English. Feh. What good would it ever do?
Unexpected, he found four students already in the class, chirping happily to the teacher about how their days had gone. However, all quickly took notice of the silver-haired boy that sulkily plopped into one of the desk chairs.
�Good afternoon, young man, are you the new student Hogosha Inuyasha?�
�Yeah, that�s me. Pleased to meetcha,� he lied.
�Kagome, isn�t that the boy that you ran into earlier?� one of the girls whispered to her friend.
�He looks just as mean now as he did before.�
�I heard he�s a spoiled rich kid, and that he could pay to have our families killed,� they gossiped in whispery voices. His hanyou ears picked up every syllable, and he growled audibly, gaining the attention of the girls and the sensei.
�Is something wrong, Inuyasha?� the teacher asked.
�Yeah, I�m tired of those little girls gossiping about me. Shut �em up or I�ll do it myself.�
�What a rude jerk!�
�I�m with you on that one!� the girls begin to chatter, as the teacher blinked at the argument.
�Now, Hogosha-kun we don�t allow threats in this school. This is only your first day here so I�m going to allow that to slide. Girls, don�t gossip about Hogosha-kun, I�m sure his first day here is difficult enough,� the sensei mediated, ing ing her temples.
�Yes, Tokashi-sensei,� the four girls replied in unison, shooting glares at Inuyasha, who chose to read and ignore them for the remainder of the lunch period until the bell rang.

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