InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn: Fairytale ❯ Underneath It All ( Chapter 5 )

"So . . . she knows?"

"It was . . . an accident. She guessed. I tried to tell her it wasn't true but, she's my sister . . . she knows."

"Well . . . whatever,"

"Whatever? Are you trying to kill me slowly?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing,"

"Wasn't it your idea to keep this thing we have a secret?"

"I guess."

"And I agreed. And now it's out so . . . whatever."

"Well . . . it's not out in the open. Only Ayame knows. And she's not going to tell anyone." Jubilee's lower look stuck out in a pout, almost child like. Minoru grinned at her adorable face and kissed her forehead. She lay down beside him, her head rested on his shoulder as she got more comfortable. "I didn't even get my wake up sex."

"What?"

"My wake-up-sex, every morning I wake up to you and we have sex . . . my wake up sex."

"Sorry. I'll try to up hold the ritual." He teased as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. "I'll remember that next time." Minoru grabbed his vibrating cell phone from the nightstand. "Hello," he answered.

It was Tucker. "Yo, get your ass over hear Ookami. The Nazi has been asking about you."

"Yeah, I'm on my way." He shut his phone. "I better get going." He scarred for his cloths, and put them on. "I should have been at the hospital an hour ago. I'll call you later." He shut the door behind him.

Great, just when I'm in the mood, she thought.

"What if I were to tell you . . . that I got caught in a lip lock with Kai . . . and then I vomited?"

"Eww, on him," Jubilee squeaked making a sour face.

"No! But . . . what do you think."

"I say lay off the drinks."

"I mean about Kai and me!"

"Oh, I'm not sure. You guys have a lot of history together. I mean, you broke up because of Mama's will." Jubilee sighed. "His Laos, Japanese ass is hot though."

"Jubie! I need here for at least a minute. Please,"

"You're right I'm sorry, I should just stop talking. But . . . I'm gonna butt into this. Aya . . . you're married whether you like it or not. You're with Kouga whether you like it or not, and this means you have an obligation . . . whether you like it or not. I suggest you keep your distance with Kai. He's like forbidden fruit, you can't have him."

Ayame nodded in agreement. "This brings me to more advice . . . how do I stop wanting him?"

Jubilee shrugged. She wasn't sure of the right answer herself. But she knew her little sister needed to get her act together before she started up trouble. "To be honest . . . you can't, but make the best of it. Get to know Kouga, maybe you'll fall out of it with Kai and end up with the guy you actually married."

There was a knock on the door. Ayame's brows furrowed . . . she wasn't expecting anyone else. She answered it. "Oh, good afternoon father." She bowed to Keiji, paying her respects to the elder as usual. "I wasn't expecting you."

"I thought I'd just show up." Keiji allowed himself in. "Jubilee, right? It's nice to see you again kid."

Jubilee laughed nervously. She bowed to Keiji. "Hello, sir. I was just leaving. It was very . . . uh . . . lovely seeing you again." She bowed a few more times before leaving the house. For some reason, she knew something was happening.

"Would you like some tea, any thing to drink?" Ayame asked.

He shook his head no. "I'm fine. I just came to give you this." He handed Ayame a small blue paper bag. It was from the pharmacy.

Ayame smiled nervously. She knew exactly what it was. "You shouldn't have . . . really, you shouldn't have." She took the bag from and bowed to thank him.

The old man shrugged. "Well, I did say I wanted grand kids as soon as possible. And the doctor says you'll have to wait a few days for the birth control to clear out of your system."

Ayame scratched her head. She wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to die right there and then. "I . . . haven't been . . . taking anything."

"Well then the better the chance, right?"

"Sure,"

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?"

"Well . . . sort of. Heh. In fact I got the speech from my grandfather the other day--"

"Oh yes, as a matter of fact, we discussed it this morning."

Oh dear god. "Really, what exactly did he say?"

"That's not important kid. Well, I'll see my way out."

Ayame bowed. "Buh-bye," She pulled the contents from the bag. Of course . . . it had to be hormone stuff. She shook her head. The bag contained a few juice packages that were supposed to make her more fertile, and two bottles of prescribed pills. She was in for it. She wanted so badly to flush it all down the toilet, but she wasn't sure at the moment whether to pass out first or afterwards from all the stress.

It wasn't the first time she'd been nagged into guilt for not providing an heir for Kouga. The other day her grandfather gave a two-hour speech. She faked a head ache and got out of the old man's view. Then two weeks before . . . Kouga's grandmother stuck her nose in it. She claimed that Ayame smelled nothing like Kouga, she barely wore his scent. The old youkai woman asked if they had even slept together. And as usual, Ayame had lied about that too. It hadn't helped her conscious.

Maybe I should just put out. She suggested for herself. She slapped her palm on her forehead. Ugh, my mind is an idiot. What the hell am I thinking?

You're thinking what should be done.

Oh shut up me! Now she was sure she sounded insane, talking to her self in her mind like that. More like arguing. She jumped as the phone rang. She lunged at it, hoping for some saving, even if it was Sakura calling to get drunk because her last hook-up hadn't worked out. "Hello,"

"Ayame, it's grandmother." And yes . . . It was Kouga's grandmother. "I'm not feeling to well." She faked a few moans and groans. "Please come see me . . . oh, it hurts."

"Are you alright grandmother?"

"I don't think so. Could you just come over dear? I'm hurting."

Ayame gasped. "Okay, I'll be over there in a minute." She hung up and rushed out the door, locking it as she struggled to put her latest Versace heels on. I hope grandmother's okay. She sounded really sick. Why hadn't she called Kouga? Why me?

"Grandmother, I'm--huh?" Ayame was surprised, Kouga sat on the couch, as calm as a cat. "What are you--?"

"Doing here," Kouga finished her sentence.

"Your grandmother called me. She said she was in some kind of pain."

The old woman turned in her little chair to face Ayame. "Don't be silly girl. I did no such thing." She fibbed. "But it's good that you're here dear, sit." She pointed to the spot next to Kouga.

Ayame's face turned a little pink with anger. She should have known it was a set up. She bowed to the old lady and did as she was told, almost robotic like. She refused a cookie after she was offered one.

"Has Keiji sent the bag to you?" She asked Ayame.

Ayame nodded.

"Oh good,"

"What package?" Kouga asked.

"It's girl stuff. Nothing concerning you," His grandmother heard her phone ringing in the kitchen. "Oh, I'll be just a moment."

The two waited till she was in the kitchen to rip at each other. "What the hell is she talking about?" Kouga started.

"She sent your dad over with all this hormone stuff. Their serious about this whole baby thing!" Ayame snapped.

"This can't be happening."

"You're not the one being asked about ovulating and stuff. I feel like I have this heavy weight on my chest."

"Yeah . . . it's my family smothering you with a pillow."

"Alright, I'm back." Mina, Kouga's grandmother, announced. "Getting along, I hope. I could hear some mumbles of bickering from you two."

"Just . . . a little jabbering." Ayame lied. She cleared her throat. "Oh, is it 4 o'clock already? I have to get to the office. It was nice seeing you grandmother." She bowed to Mina and began toward the door.

"Ayame, you forgot about Kouga." Mina purposely noticed.

"Oh . . . Bye Kouga," She wanted to run out the door, but she knew she was trapped.

"Aren’t you gonna kiss him good bye?" Mina rose a grey eyebrow.

Ayame smiled nervously. "I'll see him later."

"Don't be so modest pretend I'm not even here."

"Wow, when grand mom plays hook up . . . you know something's gonna happen."

"That's not funny!" Ayame leaned over the table punch her in the arm.

"Relax Mike Tyson. It was a joke."

"Hey," Sakura greeted her two sisters.

"Do we know you?" Jubilee countered.

"Ha ha, very funny, look . . . I'm sorry I haven't spent any time with you two, it's just . . . I've been busy. I've got two huge cases I can't afford to loose." Sakura sighed. "I'll buy lunch . . .”

This tangled Jubilee. "You had me at 'hello'." She teased. "Aya . . . aren’t you gonna continue our witty banter."

Ayame jumped. "Huh . . . oh okay."

"Is the sky purple in Ayame land?" Jubilee taughnted.

"Actually I believe it's pink and black." Sakura countered.

"So it is," Jubilee pinched Ayame.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Ayame yelped.

"Oh . . . so you speak." Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Aya, we're talking here . . . Sakura's even offered to buy us our meals . . . all you can do is day dream of marshmallow clouds or what-fucking-ever." She went back to observing her menu, biting her lip as she tried to decide on her meal.

Sakura cleared her throat. "Alright . . . now that we're all here, I have news."

"Did you stop going to that pastry shop down the street from my place?" Jubilee asked. "I told you there's something about those brownies." Jubilee only got stares from around the table. "What? The pastry chef makes these weird brownies that don't make you paranoid."

"As much as I wish . . . I knew what the hell you were talking about, I don't." Sakura sipped her long island-ice tea. "That wasn't it."

Jubilee gasped. "Are you the person fucking my neighbor? I knew it! I could have sworn that was you going into his apartment the other night. Man, you guys slam that headboard night-after-night like a bi--"

"Jubie, This isn't a guessing game!" Sakura snapped.

"Oh? So . . . you seriously have some news? Well don't make us wait! We wanna eat too!"

Sakura rolled her eyes. But it was too late. The waitress came to attend their table. "Hello," The teenager greeted. She couldn't have been more than 16 years old. She pulled a blue, ball-point pen out of her crazy hair and tapped it on her note pad. "Are you ready to order?"

Sakura sighed. "Yes. Can I just have ranch salad with extra ranch dressing?" She handed her menu to the waitress and took a long sip of her drink before talking again. "Forget it. I just forgot what I had to say." But she really hadn't. I just can't tell them all now. It can wait.

The keys on the piano sounded beautiful as Ayame tapped on them. She stretched her fingers before playing an actual tune. Exhaling deeply in thought, she began to play Beethoven's Fur Elise. It had been so long since she even thought about touching the keys on the piano, and the memories flew back at her. Every song, every note.

"I didn't know you could play piano." Came a voice from a behind.

Ayame gasped from surprise and hit the wrong note. She stopped immediately before looking behind her. "Oh it's you," She let go of her breath.

"Since when could you play the piano?" Kouga asked.

Ayame shrugged, she turned her whole body around on the small polished bench in front of the piano so she could face him. "I learned when I was like four. My mom was great. She taught all of Beethoven's work. She had an obsession with his stuff. Fur Elise was the first thing she taught me. It's almost automatic."

"Why'd you stop?"

Ayame found herself shrugging again, looking at her feet. "I didn't want to do once mom died. I guess felt I did for her instead of for me."

"Dinner's ready!" Announced little Yumi as she ran in and out of the music. She ran back in. "Can you help me for my recital when we're finished?" She asked Ayame with her little clueless/puppy face.

Ayame nodded. "If you really want me to,"

Yumi nodded back. "I'd like that." She ran back out to get her father.

Ayame grabbed her hand bag off the bench and walked toward the dining room. She bowed to Keiji. "Thank you for inviting me." She said as she took her seat in between Kouga and Yumi.

Keiji nodded. "Yumi I heard you playing the piano. You got better."

"That wasn't me," Yumi admitted with a mouthful of rice. She swallowed before speaking again. "It was Ayame."

"You play?" Keiji asked, almost amazed.

Ayame shrugged. "I used to."

"Why don't you play any more?"

"Not enough time I guess." She fibbed. "I mean, I did stop right when my mom died, but I didn't have much time to play after that."

"She's gonna help me for my recital." Yumi added. She quickly inhaled the rest of her food and tugged on Ayame's arm. "Can we go now?" She asked.

"Don't be rude, Yumi. Let her finish." Kouga protested.

Ayame shook her head. "It's fine. Thanks Keiji. Dinner was really good." She said before Yumi rushed her out of the dining room and into the music room.

This left Keiji the opportunity to talk to his eldest son. "Well," He looked at him. "It doesn't look like she's taking hormones." He teased.

Kouga rolled his eyes. "Not this again. I feel like high school all over. Come on ecstasy is awesome." He joked. "Why do I feel like I'm in a bad after school special?"

"You keep hitting the wrong key."

"I always played it like that."

"Well, now you see what's wrong. Hit the key next to it. Here, move over." Ayame sat down next to Yumi and began to play the piano. The noise blended beautifully. "It's this key, not that one."

Yumi nodded and tried to mimic Ayame's movements. She messed up on a key and frustrated, kicked the bottom of the piano.

"Don't give up so easily. Keep trying and you'll get it."

"Why . . . You gave up." Yumi countered, regretting it right when she said it.

"I only stopped playing the piano because I didn't have much time."

"I meant with my brother. You don't look at him the way mommy used to look at my daddy. And mommy and daddy had Kouga right when they mated." Yumi refused to look Ayame in the eyes. She had done it again, talking without thinking. She bit her lip. She used to get punished for it. "Sorry,"

Ayame shook her head. "No, you're right Yumi." She said, in deep thought. God, even a ten-year-old knows, she thought to herself.

Don't you find it the least bit sad?

A/N:
Yay, I finally got some inspiration last night, and no homework this weekend! For the first time in forever. Any ways, I'm writting for the rest of my other stories. yay, for all of you. And GEPA's are in two weeks! After that, I'm free because I won't be as busy craming for everything! And then I'll have time to write.

This is a disclaimer which applies to An Autumn Fairytale and for that matter, the rest of my Autumn series. I do not own original characters of Inuyasha that are included in the Anime/Manga series. I simply own every character not created by R. Takahashi. She just inspired me to write fan fiction and manipulate the beautiful lives of her interesting character. This applies to every chapter.