Reincarnation.

Chapter Three: And Reincarnated Baby Makes…

Sango and Kagome fawned over the newborn wrapped in light blue blankets, his head nestled in the crook of Suzume’s left arm. Her face was pink and grumpy-looking, and the baby was asleep.

“She’s the spitting image of Aiko,” Minoru mumbled to Yash, Inuyasha, and Miroku. Kimiko, who was standing nearby and holding Minako in her arms, nodded in agreement. “Will that be the girl’s name?” she asked Minoru. He nodded. “Suzume and I are ecstatic to welcome her, once more, into our family.”

“So…” Sango said, trying to make sense of it all. “This is my reincarnation,” she said, gesturing to Suzume, who still lay in the bed. “This is Miroku’s reincarnation, and their new baby is our only daughter’s reincarnation?” The reincarnations all nodded. She shook her head. “That is too weird.”

“Is Minako a reincarnation of me and Inuyasha’s daughter, Hotaru?” Kagome asked excitedly.

Yash and Kimiko looked at each other, then looked at their own pup, who was watching the baby with a curious look in her eye. She had her head tilted to one side, her pigtails curling at the ends, and her ears twitched slightly. Kimiko and Yash looked back up at Kagome and Inuyasha. “No,” Yash answered. “She is a new breed.”

Inuyasha looked at Kimiko, startled. “So… Kimi is not the total reincarnation of Kagome or Kikyo.”

Kimiko smiled a little and nodded. “I’d say not,” she replied, leaning into Yash’s figure. She looked up into her mate’s refreshingly calm amber gaze and sighed a little. “For one thing, I do not remember things as readily as the others. This same thing happened with Kagome.” Kagome nodded. “I know what you mean,” she replied. “I don’t remember very much from Kikyo’s life.”

“That is because you are an imprint of Kikyo,” Minoru told her. “Not an exact replica. Not like Suzume and I are of Sango and Miroku.” He made a face. “How odd it is to say that name in third person, as if that is not who I am anymore.” He looked at his wife and child. Suzume smiled back at him. He sighed, grinning. “But I know that I am not Miroku anymore. I am Minoru, although the difference between us is only slight.”

Yash patted him lightly on the back. Minoru looked up at his friend and nodded, getting the message. He walked over to Suzume and slowly took the baby from her arms. He nodded to the others and left the room.

“Mommy, I wanna see the baby,” Minako murmured, pointing to the door Minoru had just used for an exit. Kimiko chuckled and looked at her mate. He kissed her gently. “Go ahead.” He ruffled Minako’s hair a bit, and the pup giggled at her father. “Otou!” she cried out, smiling brightly and scrunching her nose. Kimiko smiled at him and dashed out of the room with their daughter, following Minoru and Aiko out into the rest of the expanded military bunker.


Her breath felt so hot against his chest; it was making him hornier and sweatier. He loved the moans she made as she pressed her face into his left pectoral; he loved the look on her face as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth opened slightly in pleasure. He felt the tender skin of his member rubbing against the sensitive, soft tissue of his mate’s inner workings. He was breathing heavily as his lips pressed to hers, his open mouth attaching to hers. He breathed into her, and she breathed back into him with another moan.

He could smell her excitement and arousal. She loved when he did that; it drove her crazy. He sniffed her neck and kissed it lightly. She giggled; it was the same giggle their daughter had inherited from her. He huffed as he continued to slide his member in and out of her; he could feel her hips bucking, her brown and green and yellow knee-high socks as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her toes touching his hips.

She could feel his love for her radiating from his body; he was filling her with it – well, that and his manly juices, of course.

He turned over suddenly on his back, and she leaned in close to his face. She rubbed her nose with his, and they both smiled at each other. “Now it’s my turn,” she whispered in his ear as she rubbed her cheek against his. She started to buck her hips and ride him. He moaned, grabbing her hips in his hands. He tried to be careful of his claws, but he couldn’t help digging them into the small of her back. She winced a little at the pain, and he released. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, staring up at her with twinkling, golden eyes. She stared back down at him and offered him a playful grin. “It’s all right, lover,” she mouthed to him.

He grinned back and grabbed her, pounding into her from underneath. She practically screamed and let her back curl to let him thrust himself further into her. He yelled with her, and, together, they came, and it was as if the house stood still for one moment.

They lay side by side in their queen-size bed, legs entwined, noses rubbing together. He brushed a piece of her long, silky, raven hair away from her eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured.

She smiled. “I love you, too.”


A/N: Sorry, I needed to fix some typoes in this chappy. But, yea, it was meant to be pretty rushed and fast-paced; that's pretty much how their relationship is. i mean, they met, and they were instantly in love. how much more rushed can you get?