InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Carpe Demon ❯ Shaolin Soccer Mom ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

For Fluffy. Because she asked.

Chapter
2: Shaolin Soccer Mom

Higurashi,
InuYasha Higurashi. Obviously no one is going to be dubbing that name over James Bond’s anytime soon, but when you’re suddenly literally a nobody you take what you can get. Despite his new name InuYasha was grateful to Kagome for taking him in. Life was hard for him as a half-demon living between both worlds and never belonging to either.

He had no experience living as a ‘pathetic human’ and would have been lost without her to stand behind him. He didn’t need proof of his existence when he was a half demon but when he abruptly became a human all kinds of documents had to be falsified. Humans actually needed a birth certificate. Why does anyone need their birth certified? Didn’t the fact that you were actually there in the land of the living prove that you passed that whole birth test with flying colors?

He didn’t talk much about his life before he met her. However, he didn’t really know why he kept his past from her. Maybe he didn’t want to scare her, being a hunter she knew a lot about demons. However there were some things done to him in his past that demons wouldn’t think twice about but a human could never be that blasé. A few comments that he dropped here and there were all that led her to believe that his life had never been easy. She knew nothing of his family or how he came to be but she gave him space and didn’t question him.

His reasons for not confiding his past to her were his own and he was glad that she respected that. Even if he didn’t quite know or understand what his reasons were. He was gruff and rude at times, but
she figured that anyone who was just as obsessed with ALIAS as she was, couldn’t be all that bad.

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The addition of a precocious preteen (two if you counted InuYasha’s emotional age) changed Kagome’s life drastically. She still had a few late nights sporadicaly, stalking her prey before they attacked an innocent. Now she no longer spent countless nights in the cold dreary shadows doing a job that few knew of let alone thanked her for. In the place of that, when she left her job she had
a little bit of joy to return to and time to rest. Before she spent her free time counting the minutes til she did it all over again tomorrow.

Despite the fact that she felt mildly relieved to be in her current situation, she found little comfort int the fact that not all demons were thoughtless killers. And even less in the fact that with modern technology most people, if wary, could hold their own against one.
The Demon is a race that is facing extinction. Where once they were top tier due to their natural abilities, now they were out numbered and scattered to the four corners of the world. Forced to assimilate
with being that was once in their servitude.

She still felt the tingle of their aura’s from time to time but none of the demons she happened across was reeking havoc upon anyone. So she only felt a slight twinge of regret in somewhat neglecting what she had for so long thought as her duty. She wasn’t the only hunter in the world, but they too were few and far between. The occupation of a demon hunter was one that a person either quested after or was called into. Callings were very rare and being that few even knew of the
existence of actual demons there were small indefinite quantities of people knocking down the door to fill the vacancies.

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Ichigo had informed the boy, Souta who was eleven, of the existence of his Aunt Kagome but that was his only advantage over her. Kagome was worried over the fact that she was only thirteen years older than her new charge. The trite phrase ‘babies raising babies’ came to her mind quite frequently. Despite her apprehension over her youth and lack of qualifications she helped her nephew through the abrupt loss and simultaneous of his parents.

At first, Souta was quite curious of his ‘Uncle Inu’ as he had never heard of him before. Nevertheless, his ‘coolness’ or as Kagome labeled it ‘inherent male idiocy’ stifled his questions of his origin. InuYasha soon discovered that despite his brash behavior which sometimes irritated the female sex, Kagome in particular, to Souta he was the epitome of what every male should be. He excelled at every sport, his walk and mannerisms screamed ‘I am man’, and he was so handsome that women swooned at his slightest glance. His every belch, fart and scratch practically held him in awe. His Aunt Kagome was all right, and she did own a Martial Arts training hall after all, but she was still a girl.

A somewhat difficult but a very felicitous year had passed since they found themselves lumped together, and she and Inu settled into their pseudo parent roles quickly and easily. They may not have been the most traditional family but as they say, home is where the heart is.

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InuYasha watched Kagome in awe wondering from where she got all her energy. When they got back to the privacy of their home, he resolved to have her tested for speed or methamphetamine or whatever because he knew she had to be cranked up on some thing. He wouldn’t exactly call her a crack head but this could not possibly be a sugar high. He peered around the excitedly wiggling Kagome to peer at the other parents. The chimney mom was chain smoking but chill. The hairy tank top dad was missing patches of his natural coat but seemed otherwise normal. ‘Well whatever she’s on she hasn’t shared it with them’.

Kagome jumped to her feet and shouted for all she was worth “Yeah Souta, block that ball, be the wall! Whoop! Whoop!” She punctuated her actions by waving homemade sign that read ‘BLOCK THAT ROCK!’and sported an almost childlike representation of Souta at his post.

InuYasha cringed slightly. He knew that if he and Souta were to switch places he would be far too embarrassed to be the best goalie that little league soccer has ever seen.

InuYasha tugged her arm to bring her back down “Wench, you’re seriously getting annoying!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sooo annoying,” she replied with exaggerated mock disdain, “Well so is your 15th century vernacular!”

“Keh, whatever just pipe down will ya? You’re gonna give Chim and the Yeti the wrong impression.” Inu replied with an added eye roll.

Kagome’s eyes widened in actual shock. “Lower your voice when you insult people.” She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. “And while we are on the subject of wrong impressions let’s talk about Ms. Boobs-n-Blue Eyeshadow you were doing more than eyeballing last week.”

“Keh, the kid’s gotta learn about sex sometime.” InuYasha replied with
a puffed up bravado.

Kagome’s screeched response of ‘what’ was so distracting even the referee
took his eyes off of the action on the field to find the action in the stands. InuYasha glanced around as now they were the complete center of attention and tried lamely to calm her tumultuous behavior.

“Yeah honey, you’d do well to listen to your husband there” interjected the man sitting in the bleachers behind them whose meek appearance contradicted the obvious threat in his voice.

InuYasha turned in his seat and leveled his violet gaze at the man. “Look, buddy I don’t care what she’s done it’s no reason for you to insult me. Any relation I have to her is not by choice.”

The dumbfounded man could only say “Huh?”

Inu glanced at a pouting Kagome and they replied simultaneously,

“I’m her brother.”

“He’s my brother”

The folks seated around them snickered used to their childlike antics, which while distracting was also entertaining (hey it’s not the
world cup) and the outspoken man was silenced.

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The game ended in a victory for the Tokyo Talismans. Not a moment too soon, for as they called the final score out the sky suddenly let out a torrential downpour. The Higurashi family rushed to pile into their sky blue minivan(the soccer mom’s vehicle of choice), and excitedly headed home.

In celebration of Souta’s perfect game, Kagome allowed him to pick what they ate tonight. He was torn between pizza and macaroni and cheese till Uncle Inu suggested having both. As the god InuYasha sayeth so shall it be done.

Kagome was quiet which meant she was thinking. A thinking Kagome always meant that InuYasha would some how get the short in of the stick. “Inu why do you always have to drive?” Kagome asked in a too innocent sounding voice. She really didn’t care who drove but she though she could use his inherent chauvinism to her advantage. She had absolutely no desire to run through the rain for a couple of pizzas.

“Duh,” Inu replied condescendingly, “I’m the man ain’t I? It’s what we do, besides I didn’t see you angling that wide load of yours into the driver’s seat.”

Kagome’s eyes grew wide at the wide load comment but did not retort as her jeans had felt a little tight this morning. Maybe she should teach an extra class at the training hall, the exercise couldn’t hurt. However, she was still miffed that InuYasha would so rudely point out a little
weight gain. Nobody ever points out the pot bellies, beer bellies, and overhangs that menfolk often sported. Kagome wouldn’t classify herself as a feminist but as a modern woman she just could not let
that slide, joke or not.

Despite his young age, Souta had learned through careful observation the two
things that you never crossed a woman on. Her weight and her age. Both brought unspeakable repercussions. The great Uncle Inu might have bitten off more than he could chew and even though men had to stick together but for now he was on his own.

Silence reigned in the car. InuYasha gulped. He had learned slowly but surely that it was never a good thing when Kagome got quiet. He stole a glance at her. She looked very . . . serene was the only word that came to mind. Yep he was in big trouble now. He mumbled an expletive under his breath.

Kagome turned and gave him a slow look up and down then returned to blankly stare out of the window. "Language" she said in an extremely calm voice. An ice cold shiver raced up InuYasha's spine.
"Hey Gome," he ventured, "how’s about I drop you and the kid off at the house and go pick up the pies. You gotta gets that macaroni ready anyway."

Kagome raised a brow. "Fine."

InuYasha let out a slow breath as his family rushed out of the car. He was positively still in hot water. At least it would give her some time to cool off.

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“All right set the table!” Kagome said cheerily. She had every right to be happy. Stouffers had taken all of the work out of the mac and cheese for her and she was going to pay Inu a little visit in the middle of the night. Her morbid imagination kicked in as she rubbed her hands together and a look of malicious glee rushed over her visage.

“Auntie Gome,” said Souta meekly “The table’s done.” Kagome gave him a smile that he slowly returned. “Okay then you go wash your hands and when InuYasha gets back we’ll dig in.” She watched as he
raced to the bathroom. There was probably going to be water everywhere in there as per usual.

She
walked into the dining room and looked out the window. It was still pouring out there and she could barely see past the hedge. Through her anger she managed to worry about InuYasha being out in these horrible conditions. She suppressed a shiver as a tingle grew up her spine. Suddenly, the window burst forth with a shower of shattered glass. Kagome shielded her eyes as the pieces rained upon her. She looked up at the figure now standing on her ruined table.

His skin was about as pale as hers, and he had the face markings of a demon lord, two magenta strips on each cheek and a midnight blue crescent moon in the middle of his forehead. Silvery almost white hair that seemed dry despite the rain, fell to almost his knees, and
he had claws instead of fingernails, elvish ears instead of round, human-like ears. A sword hung limply at his side. He was over six feet tall and elegant with a long, white, fluffy thing draped over one shoulder. And his muddy black boots marred the stark white of her mother’s best table cloth.

Kagome’s eyes darted continuously from his feet to his face till his words locked her gaze into a game of wills.

“You will die this night.”