The Lucky Ones
Chapter Seventeen
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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 Seventeen
victim to his claws.
At this
rate, the village would not only have enough firewood to last the winter (which
was still a number of ms aws away) but enough logs to build eight new huts...
or four huts and a house. He sliced up the tree into human-manageable parts,
cursing and snarling the whole time, then he stopped,
slammed his fists into the ground with earth-shuddering force and let out a
howl that ripped its way right out of his soul. He was sure it shook the trees
all the way to the village, but he didn’t care.
Four days.
It had been four days. There was no breath, no word, no hint of when Kagome
would return and he was afraid to follow her. The futon was cold and her scent
was fading. He’d taken to shoving his face deep into her pillow just to catch a
whiff of her, and he had it stuffed into a hollow of the dead tree he now slept
in because there was no welcome for him in the village. Everywhere he went the
people looked angrily at him, not because he was a hanyou, but because he was
the heartless bastard who had hurt the Lady Kagome and made her run away. Even
and shook her head. Sango wouldn’t speak to him, and Shippo
would scream and cry. Only Miroku would look at him with something other than
disgust or disappointment. No, the houshi looked at
him with pity.
he really wanted to say was: Please come back to me. I’m lost without you. I’m
sorry. Forgive me! Please forgive me!
Growling,
he returned to his work, dragging the cut up logs and throwing them forcibly
onto the huge pile he’d already amassed at the edge of the village. He turned
back to the forest, but paused as he looked up. The rains were coming and soon
the clouds would open to weep the tears he could not cry himself.
Miroku
found him huddled by the well later that night, out in the rain and drenched to
the skin. He glared up at the monk through dripping bangs and saw him standing
there under one of Kagome’s umbrellas. A second one was in his hand, along with
a blanket.
loser, did you?’
“What do
you want?” he snarled.
“Isn’t it
obvious?” came the calm reply as Miroku opened the second umbrella and offered
it to him.
He growled
and slapped the gift away. “Don’t need it, and I don’t need your pity,
Anger
flashed in the other man’s eyes briefly. “Your behavior is unbefitting for a
man of your character, Inuyasha.”
character, monk?”
“I know
that you are torturing yourself when you should be going to see Kagome-
“And tell
her what? I’m sorry I’m a pathetic, good-for-nothing bastard who made you feel
like you and the pup were a burden?” he snapped.
“That’s a
start.”
He snorted.
“Keh! She’d sit me into
oblivion.”
“And it
would be no more than you deserve, but you don’t know what she will do until
you go there.”
“How can I?
r whr what I’ve done? She’s better off without me.” ‘
way around.’
“I doubt
Kagome-sama would agree. She loves you with all her
heart. I am sure she would find a way to forgive you.”
“I don’t
deserve it.”
“That goes
without saying, but seeing as whether or not she forgives you is not your
choice, your worthiness of that forgiveness is irrelevant.”
He growled
and huddled further into his soaked clothes. Miroku retrieved the umbrella and
offered it again alwithwith the dry blanket. He glared at it angrily.
“Inuyasha,
please stop this. We are all worried about you Kag Kagome-sama.
It is obvious that you are in terrible pain. No doubt Kagome is suffering too
in her country. Pull yourself together and go to see her.”
He was
losing it and he knew it. It was all he could do just to keep his emotions in
check, but he knew his agony must have been reflected in his eyes because his
friend’s face softened and the monk crouched down next to him.
“How can I?
How can I, Miroku? How can I?”
“You just
do, because Kagome-sama is more important than a
petty argument or a slip of the tongue.”
“What if
she tells me she never wants to see me again? What if I’ve really lost her this
time? And the pup? What if she keeps my pup?” he
asked, heartbroken.
“Then that
is her decision and the choice between Kagome-sama
and Kikyou-sama has been made for you.”
heart…’
“I’m
afraid,” he admitted.
“I know.
I’m sure Kagome-sama is frightened too. She fears you
have gone to Kikyou and left her behind.”
He shook
his head. “I promised to never leave her side again. I know I haven’t kept that
promise, but I’ve always returned to her.”
Miroku
nodded and put a hand on his wet shoulder. “And you must do so again; if only
to hear what she has to say to you.”
He closed
his eyes in defeat and looked away. Miroku positioned the umbrella over his
shoulder, bracing it against the well so the wind wouldn’t blow it away and
placed the dry blanket in his lap. The action struck him as funny because his
“I’ll pray
for you, my friend.”
With that,
the monk stood and slowly walked away, leaving him alone with his pain, but at
least a little bit drier. A moment later a warm bundle settled between his
knees and he looked down to see Shippo huddled there.
The kit looked and smelled like he’d been crying but his green eyes were dry
now. He half expected him to start his usual admonishments, but no
recriminations or accusations came. Instead, Shippo
merely hunkered down into the dry blanket and tentatively rested his head
against his chest.
Inuyasha
closed his eyes and shivered, the small gesture doing more to break him into
pieces than any shouts or cries ever could. Somehow the kit knew that once
you’d held a warm life in your arms, you felt forever bereft if it was taken
from you. He missed Kagome and their pup more than he ever thought he possibly
could. He missed them like he would miss the use of a limb. But they were not
here and Shippo was, and the kit needed comforting as
much as he did.
Slowly, he
raised his arms and wrapped them around the young kitsune. Small hands came up
to hug him, and they both sighed. He nuzzled his nose into the flaming red hair
and gently stroked the kit’s back with one hand. It felt good to hold someone
again, to feel loved and wanted instead of outcast and alone.
“I’ll go
get her in the morning. I promise,” he whispered.
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Morning
dawned and it was dry, the rain having passed sometime during the night.
the moment he moved. No words were spoken between them, but there was a silent
understanding. The kit hopped off his lap and he stood up to stretch, then he
gave the kitsune a measuring look. Shippo nodded to
him, and waited, the umbrella and damp blanket tucked under his little arm, as
he peered over the edge of the well. With a final glance to Shippo
and a nod, he gathered his courage and jumped in.
The time
slip accepted him, relieving one of his fears that Kagome had managed to seal
the well behind her, and he emerged on the other side. It was early and he
hoped that he had arrived before Kagome left for school. He crossed the shrine
grounds and leaped up onto the roof above Kagome’s window, peering down over
the edge to peep into her bedroom. He sighed with relief to see her still in
bed, a little tuft of silver hair sticking out from under the blankets to mark
where the pup was nestled against her instead of in the rocking ‘bassinet’ her
mother had purchased and put in her room one day. The only time the pup didn’t
sleep with them was when they wanted the bed to themselves for activities that
didn’t involve sleeping.
Silently,
he pulled open the window, grateful that it was unlocked and taking it as a
sign that she wasn’t trying to keep him out, and slipped in. Her alarm clock
was set to go off at any moment, so he turned it off because he wanted to be
the one to wake her. He crept up to the side of the bed and just looked at her
sleeping face, his heart pounding with fear and joy.
Her scent
filled his nostrils and he breathed deep, drinking it in like a man dying of
thirst. The missing pieces of his heart fell back into place the moment her
smell soothed his soul, and he relaxed for the first time in four days. His
ease did las last long, however, because Yukio caught his scent and roused with
a questioning burble. The pup’s movements woke Kagome and she opened sleepy,
brown eyes. He froze.
She stared
at him for long moments, perhaps wondering if he was a dream, then her eyes
filled up with tears and she whispered his name.
He laid his
head on her mattress in a move that any inu-youkai
would have recognized as a gesture of submission.
desperately to wipe away those tears and never see her cry because of him
again.
“You came
for me. I was so scared that you wouldn’t ever come.”
“I didn’t
know that you wanted me to. I was so awful to you and I didn’t know if you
would still be mad at me.”
She just
looked at him, her eyes so sad. He broke.
“Please
forgive me,” he begged.
One hand
snaked out from under the covers and stroked his cheek and face.
“I forgive
you.”
He sighed,
all the tension leaving his body in one huge rush, and nuzzled into her hand.
Under the covers, Yukio was moving and he pulled aside the blanket to see his
pup. Golden eyes and puppy ears and a big smile greeted him and he nuzzled the
pup too, making little noises of reunion that inu-youkai
made after being separated. The pup responded by grabbing onto his hair and
gurgling. Kagome moved back, making room for him on the bed and he moved to
climb in beside her. She put a hand on his arm and frowned.
“Your
He
shrugged. “I got stuck out in the rain,” he explained.
“You should
get out of your wet clothes then and let them dry.”
“Oh. Okay.”
In one of
her drawers was a set of pants that she had bought for him a long time ago.
They were grey and soft and she called them ‘sweat pants.’ He wore them very
rarely, usually when his own clothes weren’t wearable for one reason or
another. He retrieved them now and slipped into them as he removed his
spreading them over her curtain rod and the back of her desk chair to dry. Then
he joined her in the bed, snuggling up with Yukio between them.
home.’
“Inuyasha,”
she murmured into his hair.
His lips
sought hers and found them, kissing her carefully, seeking reassurance more
than anything else. She responded, pressing close to him and the sweet scent
and warmth of her body ignited the fire in his loins. He was amazed when he
smelled her own faint arousal wafting up to his nostrils, and he kissed her a
little more urgently.
over,’ he thought with elation.
Yukio was
deposited into his bassinet without too much fuss other than needing a quick
diaper change, and they returned to her bed.
Their
joining was tentative and reverent, and more a reconnection than a wild, passionate
tryst. He took her with gentleness and no small amount of awe that she would
accept him back into her body so soon. He had been prepared to wait a good long
while before she let him make love to her again, and the fact that they were
doing it within an hour of being reunited was mind-boggling to him. Not that he
was about to refuse. No, not at all. For him, it was
the clearest evidence of her forgiveness, and he wasn’t about to pass it up.
They made
love quietly, keeping the noise to the absolute minimum because they knew that
the rest of the household would be rising to start the day. When he slid his
tongue between her thighs, she stuffed her pillow into her mouth to muffle her
moans, and he bit her blankets to stifle his when he mounted. They climaxed
together, each swallowing the other’s cry in their mouths as they kissed in the
final moments of their coupling.
When it was
over and they were resting in each other’s arms, and Kagome was stroking his
hair and telling him she loved him, he was struck with an overwhelming rush of
love, humility and relief. It took him over, making him tremble
in her embrace, and she drew him close to rest his head on her breasts. And he
did something he hadn’t done in decades, since he was just a little orphaned
whelp and his brother had beaten him. He cried.
“Nee-
voice called some twenty or so minutes later, just before he entered the room.
The boy
barged in, saw them cuddling in bed and his jaw dropped.
realizing that Souta could tell Kagome’s mother and
grandfather everything.
“Nee-
He leaped
out of the bed, heedless of his nakedness and grabbed the child, covering his
mouth as he closed the bedroom door hastily.
“Be quiet,”
he hissed in the boy’s ear.
Kagome sat
up in bed, looking guilty and shocked, holding her covers up to her chest to
hide her own nudity.
“Listen to
me, boy. I’m not here and you didn’t see this. Got it?”
“I’m going
to get dressed and come in through the shoji. You will pretend to be surprised
to see me. Right?”
bobbing up and down so fast Inuyasha thought it was going to fall off.
He let the
kid go, fully prepared to have to deal with the repercussions of him running
out and calling the household. What Souta actually
did shocked him.
“
the neck. “I am so glad to see you. Nee-chan was so
“Eh?” ‘
I’m fucking naked here!’
“She cried
and cried and said you were never coming back.”
“Yeah,
well, she should know by now that I will
loud enough to make sure Kagome got his emphasis.
Kagome had
the good grace to blush.
“Okay. I’m
gonna get dressed and come in through the shoji.”
“And I’ll
pretend to be surprised to see you,” Souta
reiterated, pulling back.
“Okay. See
you downstairs nee-chan!”
“Think he
figured out what was going on?”
Kagome
shrugged and gave him a shy smile. “I’m not sure. He’s in fifth grade. I’m not
sure how much kids his age know these days.”
He looked
at her and the humor in their situation struck them, and they both started to
laugh softly.
“The look
on Souta’s face when you jumped out of bed,” she
said, snickering.
He nodded.
“Well, now
he knows what greatness looks like.”
He snorted,
but inwardly he was very pleased. ‘Greatness, eh? Tell
me again what I have done to deserve this woman?’
He stood
and retrieved his clothes, glad that they were mostly dry.
“I’ll see
you downstairs, then?” he asked hopefully.
She nodded.
“I just have to feed Yukio and get dressed.”
“Okay.”
Once he was
dressed, he gave her a quick kiss and hopped out of the window. He counted to
twenty, then strode in through the shoji finding
Kagome’s mother and grandfather in the kitchen with Souta.
“
“Inuyasha,”
Mama greeted.
since I’ve seen you!” Souta exclaimed loudly. “Where
have you been? Kagome has missed you soooo much!”
He froze,
eye twitching. ‘Okay, kid, that’s
enough!’ “Eh? Where’ve I been? Where I always am,” he replied testily.
“I must
admit I was rather curious when Kagome returned with Yukio and you were not
with her,” Mama commented leadingly with thinly veiled ire>
>
“Bah! I
can’t be with her all the time,” he scoffed. ‘Shit. Shit shit shit!
How much did Kagome tell her?’
“Hmmm, and
you’re sure it has nothing to do with a former love of yours who happens to
still be walking around?”
He
swallowed hard as Mama came close to him.
I’m dead. Kagome will find me in little pieces at the bottom of the well.’
“Let me
give you a little advice, Inuyasha,” Mama whispered sweetly.
“Eh?”
“Stop
hurting my daughter.”
He gulped
and managed a small nod. The woman gave him a wolfish smile and moved away,
returning to her preparation of breakfast.
“
hasty retreat out of the room.
as he hurried up the stairs.
“Kagome,”
he said, entering the room and walking in on her feeding Yukio.
“Yeah,
well, your mother...” He trailed off.
Her eyes
opened wide in understanding. “Oh. Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”
He sat next
to her, smiling to himself at her lack of modesty around him.
her, repeatedly.’
“She’s your
mom. It’s her job to protect you. Even from heartless, cruel
bastards like me.”
Her face
fell and grew sad. “You aren’t heartless and cruel. In fact, it’s because
you’re not heartless and cruel that you’re having so much trouble choosing
between Kikyou and me. You don’t want either of us to be hurt.”
He took her
hand and looked into her eyes. ‘Don’t you
know that it’s you I love, Kagome? And my trouble is I don’t know how to choose
you without breaking my promise to Kikyou or abandoning her.’
“Kagome,
I’m sorry about what happened in Kaede’s hut. I
didn’t mean it. You and the pup... you’re never burdens to me.”
The pup
made his ‘switch me now’ noise and Kagome put him to the second breast. He
smirked. ‘Pup’s got her trained
already...’
“But we are
burdens to you, Inuyasha. I know it. Yukio is loud and he slows us down because
we have to stop and feed him all the time, and I can’t
fight as well with him because his weight throws me off balance. And Sango has
already said she is going to stop traveling. Miroku will probably stop coming
with us the closer it gets to the baby’s birth time. Hunting shards is going to
be a lot more difficult with us from now on. Maybe you should go with Kikyou.”
barely stand to be away from you for four days!’ “Stop saying stupid
things. I’m not going with Kikyou. I’m staying with you and that’s final.”
“Bhe
he
shards...”
“
are small fry compared to him, no matter how many shards they might manage to
get. We’ll just find them, kill them and take their shards. I’m not worried
about the shards,” he replied truthfully.
She blinked
at him. “Really? Then why?...”
He sighed.
“I just don’t like being idle. I like having something to do. Without something to
occupy my time, I get bored.”
She giggled
and looked down at Yukio. “I think you’re going to regret ever saying that once
he gets older. I can tell that life is never going to be boring with him around.”
around.”
That earned
him one of her brilliant smiles and he grinned.
“But just
because I’m not worried about the shards doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be looking
for them. When can we go back, Kagome?” ‘I’ll
give her the option of telling me when she wants to go back, and give it to
her... as long as it’s not
She blinked
at him. “Ummm... tomorrow?”
His grin
widened. ‘One more
night alone with her in her bed... during her most infertile time.’
“Okay.”
“Can you
watch Yukio while I’m at school?”
He nodded.
“Sure. Should I bring him to you at lunchtime?”
“Yes, if
you would. I’ve been pumping my milk and leaving him and a bottle with Mama,
but she says he doesn’t like it much and he cries a
lot.”
he would. Your mother is still a strange scent to him.”
She nodded.
“I know, but it wasn’t like I had any choice. I couldn’t bring him to school
with me.”
“Yeah,” he
agreed. “But I’m here now and I’ll take care of the pup.”
She leaned
against him. “I know, and I’m so glad.”
He put his
arm around her and held her close, nuzzling into her hair. ‘Not nearly as glad as I am.’
He held her until Yukio was
finished eating, then waited for her to get dressed so they could both go down
to breakfast. She put Yukio in a new blue ‘t-shirt,’ his diaper and a pair of
socks, which he hated and kept trying to kick off. He silently promised the pup
that he would remove the horrible torture devices from his poor feet as soon as
Kagome had left for school. Then they went downstairs to eat and joined the
rest of the family in the kitchen.
In short
order, Kagome and Souta went off to school, Mama left
to do her daily shopping and Jii-chan went to tend to
his shrine duties, leaving Inuyasha alone with the pup. Overjoyed at being back
with his family again, he decided to take Yukio for a little trip into the
them as far as they could safely go. There he sat with Yukio in his lap,
surveying all of
could see, and enjoying the swaying motion of the branches in the ze.
ze.
Together they took off the hated socks and tossed them into the wind, and Yukio
laughed as they watched the little white tubes of cloth fly away.
He even
played a game of ‘toss the pup;’ lightly flinging him into the air and then
leaping up to catch him. Yukio was scared the first couple of times, but soon
learned to appreciate the feel of the wind in his ears and began to laugh with
glee. Inuyasha tossed him until he squealed once too loudly and killed his poor
hanyou hearing.
Dutifully,
he took Yukio to Kagome’s school at exactly lunchtime, and she came up to the
roof to nurse him. She noticed the missing socks and gave him a look, but he
feigned innocence. Afterwards, he took Yukio building hopping, tucking the pup
to his chest with his head sticking out of the carrier and facing forward so he
could see ahead as they leaped from rooftop to rooftop.
“See this,
pup. This is your strength. You’ll be able to do this when you’re older. All
these weak, slow humans, they can’t even see us. You’ll be able to jump higher
and move faster than any of them could ever dream of doing without one of their
damn mash-eenes.”
By the time
they got back to the shrine, Yukio was falling asleep so Inuyasha took him
upstairs to Kagome’s bedroom and settled down with him on Kagome’s bed. The pup
snuggled close to his chest, one fist grabbing a handful of his father’s red
dreamland not long after.
A few hours
later, he was the first to wake, his internal body clock telling him it was
almost time for Kagome to return from school. Next to him, Yukio sned aed and
made rousing noises. For an inu-youkai pup he was
fairly vocal, giving more credence to his belief that the pup would be talking
soon. Technically, however, the pup was already talking, just not in a language
understood by humans. The guttural inu-youkai tongue
of growls, yips and barks was instinctual, and Yukio was speaking it more and
more clearly.
He made a
noise that could best be translated into human words as ‘leader-male’ which was
the pup’s term for him, as well it should be because he was the alpha male of
their little pack and the pup knew it. Knowing one’s place within the pack
hierarchy was essential to survival, and pups learned early on where they fit
in the pecking order. They were close to the bottom, although protected by the
blanket of ‘pupness’ which earned them forgiveness
for almost any transgression provided they groveled sufficiently. Knowing
needed to be groveled to was also essential to
survival, and Yukio had learned very quickly that ‘leader-male’ was the supreme
grovelee.
Pups, of
course, were also protected by their mothers, who were usually higher in the
pecking order than even the alpha male, and some of those mothers could be
downright vicious. Kagome, he had seen, would sooner wipe an enemy off the face
of the earth than tolerate anyone who threatened her pup.
On their
last shard hunt two weeks ago, Miroku, Shippo and
made the mistake of targeting Kagome because she carried a hanyou infant, and
she had single-handedly ripped it to pieces with three over-powered purifying
arrows fired in quick succession. Really, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to
get a swing in with Tessaiga before the damn thing
was dead, and Kagome had its shard in her little jar. It was all very
anti-climactic for him. All those weeks of nothing and the promise of their
first fight in over a month, and he hadn’t even been able to get one good whack
in before it was all over.
Miroku,
however, had been impressed with the strength of Kagome’s arrows.
I am glad to see that you still have your miko
powers,” the houshi had commented as they traveled
back to the village.
“Huh? Why
wouldn’t I have them?” Kagome had asked from her place on Inuyasha’s back.
“Because of
your relationship with Inuyasha,” Miroku had replied.
Of course
everyone knew about the change in their relationship. The whole damn village
had known they were sleeping together within the first day.
“Well...
you are no longer a shrine maiden,” had been the answer, with the emphasis on
‘maiden.’
“Huh? Oh…
Well, that’s stupid. Kikyou still has her powers and she’s dead. Are you trying
to tell me you thought my powers had more to do with me being a virgin and less
to do with say… me actually
peevishly, making her ‘ride’ lower his ears.
“Well, I
suppose if you put it that way… Perhaps it is not true purity but purity of
heart then,” Miroku had tried valiantly.
It hadn’t worked.
got such
a pure heart. I m she she’s only tried to kill me… and drag Inuyasha to Hell…
and helped Naraku by giving him all those
filling up her fake body with the
never tried to kill innocent people, never tried to drag anyone to Hell. I
certainly didn’t willingly help that bastard Naraku,
resulting in his being able to spawn detachments and causing the deaths of god
knows how many people. And I’m still among the living. But hey, I’ve had sex,
so that makes Kikyou soooo much purer than me. You
joking, right?”
Inuyasha
had grimaced and kept his head down, offering a tentative sniff.
any day now. Monk, you should read the signs and stay out of her way before she
tears you to pieces with those claws,’ he had thought, not for the first
time wishing that stupid humans had noses that could smell these changes and
know when to shut the fuck up.
balls to stay right where they are, thank you very much.’
“How about:
Kagome is strong and grows stronger every day, and her power has nothing to do
with purity and everything to do with the strength of her heart,” he’d said.
“Good
answer,” Kagome had praised, snuggling her cheek into the back of his shoulder.
Miroku had
wisely stayed quiet about the subject for the rest of the trip home.
memory.
He grunted
back what amounted to a, :Yeah, what?:
The pup
snuffled into his chest. :Mother-female?:
He knew
Kagome wasn’t there, but ought to be. Pups had no real sense of the passage of
time. Like human babies, their world existed of only the ‘now’ with no past or
future.
would know he was starving. Considering he was quite plump and well-fed,
‘leader-male’ wasn’t buying it.
Inuyasha
rolled his eyes. Yes, the pup needed to be changed but he was hoping if he held
out long enough, Kagome would get home and do it.
With a
sigh, he got out of bed and changed the pup, trying very hard not to inhale
until he’d dropped the soiled diaper out the bedroom window. Let Kagome deal
with it when she got home.
putting him a new diaper.
growl just to prove he meant business. Yukio immediately groveled.
Inuyasha
sighed again and cuddled him. :Forgiven.:
A minute
later...
damn...’
He caught
the scent of Kagome and knew he was saved. The bad part was Yukio caught her
scent at the same time he did.
Food! Hungry! Hungry! Food, food, food!:
He picked
up the pup and carried him down the stairs to meet Kagome as she came in the
door. When Yukio saw his mother, he went into full cry.
Kagome, of
course, was unable to understand the words, but the message was loud and clear.
She gave Inuyasha a dour look and held up the dirty diaper by one dry corner,
“I’ll deal
with you later,” she threatened, and took Yukio into the family room to feed
him, dropping the soiled diaper into the laundry tub on the way.
He followed
her and gave her his haori as she sat down to nurse
the pup. Yukio was already scrabbling at her shirt, trying to hurry things
along.
“Boy, he’s
pushy today.”
“You should
think about weaning him, or giving him some solid food. I don’t think milk is
enough for him anymore. He needs to start eating meat.”
She nodded
and gasped when Yukio started nursing.
“Ouch.”
“Did he
bite?”
“No.
Just... he’s a little overeager.”
“He’s been
fussy since he woke up from his nap,” he explained.
“That would
explain it.”
He thought
a distraction might help her get her mind off the pup’s enthusiasm.
“So, how
was school?” he asked.
She gave a
deep sigh and began to tell him.
After the
pup was fed and quiet, she made him clean the dirty diaper as punishment for
tossing it out the window. Then he took hold of Yukio while she started on her
homework until dinner time. After dinner, they sat with the rest of the family
in the family room to watch some moving picture the the TV-box, and later he
played some ‘video games’ with Souta. Sometime during
the evening, Kagome went back upstairs to finish her homework, and he joined
her in the bedroom after he was finished playing with Souta.
In
anticipation of engaging in some non-sleep related activities, he put Yukio in
his bassinet, telling him to stay and be quiet. The pup obeyed after only a
token protest. Both his and Kagome’s scents were all throughout the room so
Yukio knew they were in the ‘den’ and perfectly safe. Once the pup was secured
out of the way, he began the seduction of his lover, coaxing her into bed with
him. After a few half-hearted threats to ‘sit’ him if he didn’t let her finish
her homework, she finally put her books aside and moved to studying his body: a
subject he was more than willing to allow her to continue educating herself in.
Two hours
and five climaxes later: two for him and three for her, they were ready to
settle down and sleep for the night. Kagome retrieved Yukio from his bassinet
on her way back from cleaning up in the bathroom, and brought him to the bed
with her where Inuyasha was already waiting. She fed him and changed him, then
put him in a one-piece sleeper which he hated because it had feet. She ended up
taking him out of it and putting him in just a long t-shirt.
Ready for
bed, they snuggled together under the covers with Kagome’s head on his shoulder
and Yukio tucked against her side but laying on top of his ribcage. Exhausted
from her long day, Kagome was the first to drift off, a murmured ‘I love you’
on her lips. He, however, stayed awake, still wound up from their lovemaking
and the fact that they had made up after their fight. Being without her those
four days had been agony and he still wasn’t entirely convinced that he wasn’t
dreaming her forgiveness. If he closed his eyes and slept, he might find
himself still back in the Sengoku Jidai: Kagome and
pup-less when he woke up.
Sometime
after Kagome fell asleep, Yukio woke and started crawling upwards until his
little head was tucked under his chin and his body was draped on his chest.
One little
hand reached out to touch Kagome’s sleeping face. :Mother-female.:
Yukio
nuzzled into his neck, sniffing and curling his hands into the locks of his
long, silver hair. He reached up and placed one hand across the pup’s back,
cuddling him.
mumbled.
Under his
chin, Yukio sighed contentedly and went back to sleep.
Yeah, pup. You got that right.’