Dear Diary

Author's Note: My hubby says this one is kinda sweet. LOL

Dear Diary,

So there I am, hitting the sack early because it’s been a long day of demon-slaying and I’m totally pooped. Inuyasha does his weird big-brother thing with me, asking if I’m sick and getting Sango to come feel my forehead. Miroku suggests he’ll stay the night by my side and Sango gives him the withering look that only a virgin can really pull off. I shoo them all away and snuggle under the Hello Kitty blanket I brought from home because it’s getting cool out. Also, it’s useful when I want to masturbate. I get my hand down there and summon my favorite image of late: Inuyasha fucking me and Sesshomaru sitting on my face while the two of them kiss over me. I know it’s a stupid image because if it ever really happens (yeah, right) then I won’t be able to actually see them kiss. But still it’s great for getting me off. I consider adding Bankotsu to the gang bang, and that shoots me up like a rocket.

Just as I’m about to pop, though, little Shippo comes up and whispers “Are you asleep, Kagome?” in that ridiculously kawaii voice of his. Well, I really Really REALLY hate getting interrupted right when I’m gonna cum and especially when I’m so tired and just really craving the way a good climax helps me sleep. But you can’t get mad at Shippo. Or anyway I can’t. Especially because when I coddle Shippo it pisses off Inuyasha and the angrier he is the cuter he is. Even Sango thinks so, and she’s the only person I know who doesn’t want a piece of him.

So, I try to calm my breathing and slip my hand out from between my legs without Shippo noticing, and I say I’m awake and ask what’s wrong. I sit up on my elbows and notice that the little guy is beet red and looking either like he’s gotta pee and has been holding it in too long or he wants to ask me something embarrassing. It’s the latter. When he actually spits it out, I can’t believe it. He wants to know where babies come from. Dammit, I’m thinking to myself, why me?

First thing I do is ask him why he is asking me. He pouts that he has no parents to ask, and I get the creepy image in my head again of that hideous Thunder Brother Manten wearing his father’s skin like a designer belt. It’s horrible, and every time I think of it I feel like I have to do something nice for the poor kid. But the birds and the bees?! Argh!

So, I tell him that he’s too young. And he proves my point by sobbing and jumping up and down like he does and says he’ll hold his breath until he turns blue if I don’t tell him. Inuyasha is trying to get a little rest himself, and he screams a threat of bodily violence on Shippo that, of course, I have to respond to. It’s either make him sit or be on Shippo’s side, and I pick the latter, just for something different. Inuyasha hates it when I take Shippo’s side, so once again it gets me that hot look on his doggy face and I’m happy.

Next, I try the old “girls tell girls and boys tell boys” approach. I tell him that Miroku is really the one to tell him. How he’s not only a wise monk but a skirt-chaser, and between the two he’s definitely best qualified. Shippo, though, gives me the big wide eyes and says he couldn’t possibly go to Miroku. It’s like peeing in front of him, I guess.

Before giving in, I use a little reverse psychology. I ask him why he wants to know. Is there a girlfriend lurking (again)? Has he been having certain feelings? Is his body changing? All of this gets either a no or a non-committal shrug. When I finally wring it out of him, I learn that he and Inuyasha were having a debate this morning over the subject and he simply could not believe the story the hanyo had told him. It seemed to involve too many body parts that he felt could not possibly have anything to do with babies at all. When he gave this opinion, Inuyasha punched him. Shippo points to the back of his head where he’s still got a little lump. I swear that kid must have brain damage by now from how many times Inuyasha has whacked him.

Now I’m catching on, though, and I know what to do. I ask Shippo what he thinks is the truth. He puffs up proudly and says that he thinks there are these creatures that are like Shinidamachu, but instead of collecting the souls of the dead, they collect new baby souls and bring them to parents while they sleep. The parents have to really want the baby and they send out their energy and the baby-soul insects drop them onto the earth beside them and they sprout into babies.

My mouth drops open as he tells me this story. I am certain now about the brain damage, and heaven knows there’s enough in his life to cause it. Not only seeing his Dad end up as a fashion statement and being used as a punching bag by a traveling companion, but just hanging around a bunch of outcast freaks like us as we battle some of the creepiest shit ever known to human- or demon-kind and witness constant torture and death on a pretty big scale…I mean, that’s got to fuck you up right there.

Being the good big sister I am, I just pat the little fox on the head and tell him he is absolutely right. He smiles big, says he knew it all along and that Inuyasha owes him all his ramen for a month, and trots off to bed.

Needless to say, getting back to my masturbatory fantasies isn’t really an option anymore, and it’s too much risk to try to slip off with Miroku. So I go sit next to Inuyasha and rest my head on his shoulder. He grouses but lets me. He clueless and immature, but there’s something so damn cuddly about him. And when I’m gentle, he even lets me stroke his ears.

Dewa kore de,

Kagome