InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

Against All Odds

Chapter Nine

The rage, the hatred that filtered up inside of Inuyasha was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had felt pity and anger towards Naraku but before but this was different. This feeling was all-consuming, it took every ounce of control he had, every sane thought from his head. The situation wouldn’t have crossed that small, delicate line if Naraku had kept his mouth shut. Inuyasha couldn’t have even imagined why or what Naraku was doing Kagome and he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t known. He hadn’t been there for her. He’d broken his promise.

There was no denying the rage as Naraku’s words penetrated his mind. Kagome had been a virgin. She had been. It had never crossed his mind, the thought that she was innocent but he had known. If she had, at any time, been with any man he would have smelled the difference in her body. For almost four years Kagome had kept that small part of herself intact while her mind and body went through the hardships of the Feudal Era. Inuyasha wasn’t stupid; Kagome loved him. All it would have taken was one word of encouragement on his part and she would have given herself to him. His vision blurred red at the edges as Naraku’s voice seemed to come together in his head. All these thoughts were happening in just seconds of Naraku saying those damned words.

The thought that Naraku had taken from Kagome something very special, by God, the bastard had been the first man to have her body and in doing so he had defiled her sweet, innocent body and soul. “You bastard!” His roar echoed and he could see the visible ripples in the Miasma. His self-conscious cracked, a harsh, self-satisfying power rising up through his body. He was going to kill Naraku and no one was going to stop him. The rage fed his anger, fed the power caused his fingers to flex convulsively. He roared again and threw himself towards the wall of Miasma, his vision tunneling over through the fogged red. But he stopped halfway, freezing at the minuscule wince that crossed Kagome’s face.

Inuyasha almost missed it. The only reason he didn’t was because he knew Kagome. He knew her. He knew when she was happy and he knew when she was said. Kagome couldn’t lie to him; her facial expressions were too easy to read. He knew when she was in pain and right now, he saw the ripple of unease in her eyes and then, finally, a subtle movement before she lifted her hands toward her swelled abdomen. They hovered there, inches from her stomach.

“Why do you hesitate, Inuyasha? Now’s your chance.” Naraku murmured. Inuyasha was on the verge of no control. Inuyasha may not realize it but his demon side had almost taken over. It was still there, pressed right beneath his flesh. His eyes were almost completely crimson except for his golden pupils staring through and the jagged streaks on his cheeks more pronounced than before. How he had managed to restrain his demon side, Naraku didn’t know. Inuyasha was a half demon—that was impossible.

“Inuyasha…” Naraku started, his eyes locking on Inuyasha’s almost crimson ones. The look there was vacant but his voice was strong—confused when he said, “Kagome?” Naraku paused, his senses reaching, searching. He should have felt it. In both Kagome and the child. But he hadn’t. He moved his hands over Kagome’s stomach, over to the highest point where his child rested and then he felt a warning kick against his palm. His lips curved, a smile forming on his lips. “Inuyasha.” He said again. “I think you should witness this.”

His child was ready. He wanted out.

The child was already fully developed as if he had been full term, even though it had only been a matter of months. Such was the power of his offspring. Inuyasha was too focused on Kagome. He barely even noticed Naraku. No, he couldn’t have that. He needed Inuyasha to witness it all. To realize the fact that he had taken Kagome. He had been her first and her last. That Kagome was going to bare his son, the son of Inuyasha’s most hated enemy. He stepped back from Kagome, only to slide his arms halfway around her waist. He lowered Kagome onto the stone cold floor, keeping her upper body levitated up with his arms and chest. He pressed his cheek against Kagome’s from behind so his lips were right at her ear. He kept his voice low, a whisper—power in his voice. Translucent, almost seductive in its tone.

“Open your eyes, Kagome.”

How cruel was this, for Inuyasha to watch the woman he loved giving birth to another demons child—his enemy. How barbaric was it to finally let Kagome realize the extent of what had happened? To let her feel what was happening to her body and know her body carried the death of every human alive?

Kagome’s eyes darkened, light sparking in them as mentality took over the vacant look in her eyes. A shudder shook her body and then a hard, convulsing pain locked her in place, rippling through her abdomen. Oh God, where was she? The pain took her breath away and she couldn’t think through it. Not until it faded. Just like that the tension eased out of her body and she sank further backwards and into the arms supporting her. She swallowed, her throat working convulsively as she tried to sit up but couldn’t. And then the pain came again, taking her breath away. What was wrong with her? She lifted her head up and glanced down…her fingers convulsed over the rise of her stomach.

Her stomach rose out from her body, small but still noticeable, considering how she had been before. No, no, that couldn’t be…She stiffened, arching in the arms that held her as her body rode the wave of pain. She could hear someone calling her name, the sound roaring up around her in fury and pain. No, that wasn’t possible. The pain started to ease and her eyes moved up and up and then—“Inuyasha!” Kagome cried out, her voice hoarse from the pain twisting her abdomen.

There she was. That was Kagome. His Kagome. Inuyasha threw himself against the wall of Miasma. He wasn’t sure if that was his shoulder or not that had popped. Kagome had finally said his name. What trance Naraku had put her under was gone. The bastard! That demon bastard child of his was causing Kagome pain and that was enough reason to kill that demonic spawn. “Just hold on, Kagome—“

Through the haze of pain and shock Kagome realized the difference in Inuyasha. The hazard, jagged stripes on his cheeks were there. She would have thought he was in his full demon form if not for the huge gold eyes staring at her. It didn’t matter that the rest of his eyes were crimson—that was Inuyasha staring at her. He wasn’t yet a full demon, though his body was trying. Another wave of pain washed over her and then she a momentarily weakness over take her body as it eased. That couldn’t be a baby in her stomach. It couldn’t be! Her head jerked up at the sound of something popping. Something sizzled and then the sound of electricity filled her ears. She felt the weak point in the Miasma then, Inuyasha’s rage beating at it, giving him the strength he needed. But it wasn’t enough. All he’d managed to do force himself inches into the Miasma, not through it. But he could get out. It would take more than one try.

“Inuyasha.” She whispered again, almost whimpering his name. She didn’t understand what was happening, who was holding her, the baby in her stomach—Memory came crashing back.

“I need something from you, Kagome. A bond. Something no other female could give me.” The words, the memory echoed in her mind.

“I need someone from my own blood. My own body. Stronger. No reincarnation could ever substitute.” Naraku’s hold in her hair suddenly tightened, sending pricks of pain through her scalp. He withdrew his hips and met her eyes, refusing to let her look away and through that all she could feel the heavy pulsing in his cock and then realization dawned. The warning twitch, the warning pulse. Her eyes widened, denial rising up as his body tensed above hers.

“A child, Kagome…”

Reality came crashing back. Horror filled her. Shock. Disbelief. “No…no.” Kagome whispered. She couldn’t feel the vile aura that always surrounded Naraku but she knew it was his arms around her, keeping her from falling back. She knew it was him who was aiding her in giving birth. Giving birth. Denial rose up, hard and fast. She might have denied it but the evidence was there, the warm feeling in her stomach, the brief touches. Then she felt a hot, heavy gush between her legs. She could see the blood between her legs and then her stomach tightened again. Pain twisted across her features and her tortured eyes met Inuyasha’s. She wanted to say she was sorry but she couldn’t form the words.

She wanted to lean on Inuyasha; he had always been her rock, her shelter. Her head fell back as a hard, burning pain bloomed between her thighs and then another gush of blood. Push. Make the pain stop…it will. The thought entered her mind. Push. That would relieve her body of the pain that was being forced upon her. It would end in only minutes. A scream tore from her throat as she felt a burning, hot heavy sensation flow from between her thighs and then all at once there was nothing. Only sweet escape from the pain. She fell back, panting, her vision blurring.

Inuyasha growled. He had to get through. He had to. But he couldn’t bring himself to move as he watched Kagome arch in Naraku’s arms and then everything inside him froze at the sight of blood gushing out from between her thighs. That wasn’t what held him in his spot though. It was the sight of the tiny body pushing from her body, resting in the puddle of blood in the floor.

A shudder raced down his spine. He was going to kill Naraku and his spawn. Both had caused her pain. “Kagome? Kagome, can you hear me?” He all but forced himself against the Miasma. All that blood. Her blood. God, so much blood…”Kagome!” His chest heaved as Naraku lifted the infant, cradling his bloodied body before he wiped the moisture off the infants face. Inuyasha had never felt such hatred in his life. That baby—the devil’s own spawn, was perfect. He should have been deformed, grotesque.

Inuyasha knew the situation had gone from dire to almost impossible. If he was going to die he wanted to die with Kagome in his arms. “Give her to me. Now.” Inuyasha gritted out through his teeth.

Naraku ignored him—for the moment—basking in the glow of his child. Power. The child was perfect. The power he felt from the child was daunting. So much power. He was…perfect. He finally lifted his head, his blank eyes meeting Inuyasha’s. The half-demon would have turned if not for the untimely arrival of this infant—but he didn’t regret that. Killing Inuyasha now would be nothing. The infant in his arms was more than powerful enough to accomplish such a feat. That spoke volumes of how powerful Inuyasha was, even as a half-demon.

“I have no use for her anymore, Inuyasha.” Naraku stated. That was all he needed to say. Inuyasha more than understood. He lifted his hand towards Kagome’s prone body. She had provided him with what he had sought. Inuyasha could watch as he sucked the life from her body. Her soul.

“NO—!”

The roar shook the foundation and Naraku could feel the half-demons agitation—his fear. Let him. He smiled, letting Inuyasha know how much he was going to Inuyasha this. He searched and found the fragment of Kagome’s soul. Something inside him froze. A tiny fragment of power.

No.

Naraku wanted the joy, the satisfaction of taking the life of the woman Inuyasha loved to its full extent. But he couldn’t. Something stopped him. Didn’t want him to take her life. His eyes shifted down to the infant in his arms. The infant was staring at Kagome’s form, his eyes so very familiar to her own.

No…

Naraku chuckled then and lifted his head once more.  He kneeled down beside her body laid the infant in her arms, folding them around the child.

“Get that thing away from her!”

Naraku could feel the flare of life in Kagome again. She hadn’t died but the loss of blood had weakened her. But she was no longer weak. Her birth wounds were healed. That was nothing compared to what he now knew.

“It would appear, Kagome, that He does not want you to die.” Naraku murmured. That was a true statement. The infant had stopped him from killing Kagome. He had recognized her as his Mother. He needed her—He wanted her, alive. Naraku hadn’t anticipated that. Naraku smiled, his look chilling. He turned towards Inuyasha. The child wanted Kagome.

Inuyasha, however, was a different matter entirely. Naraku stared at Inuyasha—so did the infant. Inuyasha felt the flare of power that lifted him up off his feet. His body careened back and then he was slammed backwards, his body tearing through the wall of Miasma. Pain engulfed his body on impact, shuddering through every muscle, every bone.

Author’s Note:

So I’m a little late on getting this chapter done. Sorry. I try to get a chapter out each day and if I by chance don’t, forgive me! If you’re reading this then you’ve just finished this chapter I thank you for taking the time to do so! I noticed that in most of the reviews here, a lot of you were assumed Inuyasha was going to turn full demon. That just cracked me up cause I was thinking, “Oh, you are SO wrong!” Bet you guys didn’t see that coming! :D

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