InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chronic Condition ❯ Self-Sacrifice ( Chapter 3 )
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By: MonkandMiko 
"I will bravely sacrifice myself, and your virginity," he added in a lower tone, "so we may have a child!"
Next up...Sabrina
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Angst / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.24.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 527 | Status: Work In Progress
"I will bravely sacrifice myself, and your virginity," he added in a lower tone, "so we may have a child!"
Next up...Sabrina
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Angst / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.24.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 527 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Chronic Condition
Author: bBlack Dahlia (aka Vonnie)
Rating: PG-13 ( T ) – for supposed premarital relations, false (?) teen pregnancy, and lots of
other unforseen events in future chapters.
Summary: As Kagome's absences from school grow longer and more frequent, her twentieth-
century friends begin to suspect that her grandfathers excuses are merely cover for a single
chronic condition. With no more diseases springing to mind, the eldest Higurashi proclaims his
granddaughter PREGNANT! With Miroku (in)conveniently around, the situation becomes more
complicated...
Kagome sulked at the kitchen table. "Why did you have to tell them I was pregnant, grandpa?
Couldn't you just say I broke my leg?"
The old man just shrugged. He reached over and patted his granddaughter on the back. "I know
you will work through. Higurashi women are strong!"
On the other side of the table Miroku happily munched away on the fish Ms. Higurashi made for
dinner. "I know you will get through it, Kagome. I've seen you deal with much worse on the other
side of the well. Just please don't subject me to those scary girls again!"
She sent him an evil look.
"What? It's not my fault! Blame Inuyasha! It's his child, remember," he said cheekily.
Mama finally joined them at the table. "We will figure something out, dear. As the months
progress we can get you one of those pregnancy bellies like I made your father wear before Souta
was born..." She started to think about how she would be able to acquire one.
Kagome and Souta both looked at their mother. "You made dad wear one of those things?"
Kagome asked.
"You don't remember, dear?" her mother replied, giggling.
Before long, grandpa had burst into full blown laughter. "My boy looked ridiculous, but it gave
him a whole new view on pregnancy! Why do you think you are the only two children?" He
cleared his throat. "You should see the pictures!"
Mama looked at Kagome. "Why don't you go set up the spare bedroom for Miroku to sleep in
during his stay?"
"Yes, mama." She took her empty plate to the sink before heading up the stairs to the spare room,
that was across the hallway from her own.
"So, Miroku," grandpa said merrily," what do you think of the modern world?"
Up in the guest room, Kagome could hear her grandfather and the monk discussing the
differences between modern and feudal techniques when it came to caring for shrines, blessings,
and grandpa's favorite subject: binding demons.
Still a little more than irritated at the whole situation, she finished changing the linens and fluffed
the pillows. Feeling the room was a bit stuffy, she opened the windows.
Pleased with herself and her cleaning skills, she turned to go to her own bedroom; the sight at the
door stopped her.
"Do I look like a modern man?" Miroku stood in the doorway, wearing some of her father's clothes.
"Where did you get those!" she practically shrieked. He looked good in modern clothing, but
those were dad's!
He gave her the winning smile. "Your mother gave them to me. Such a sweet and beautiful
woman!" He sighed for dramatic effect. "If only she were a few years younger..."
"You can change the clothes, but you can't change the man." She brushed passed him on the way
to her room.
"Hey, Kagome," he said, turning to face her. "I can help you solve the no child factor in this 'pregnancy'."
"How?" she enquired.
"I will bravely sacrifice myself, and your virginity," he added in a lower tone, "so we may have a child!"
She smacked him with every bit of strength she could muster.
-----
Later on that evening, Miroku lay in the bed Kagome set for him. He still couldn't believe he was
in her time. Everything fascinated him, especially the microwave and indoor plumbing . He still
couldn't wrap his mind around the indoor spring Souta called the bathroom. Bathing back home
would never compare to sitting in the large tub; now he knew why Kagome loved coming home
all of the time! He had never felt so relaxed!
He pulled himself out of bed to go to the bathroom. Sliding on the borrowed pair of sleep pants
to cover his nude form, he opened the door. From across the hall he could hear a faint sobbing.
Never being able to handle a woman's tears he approached the door and knocked. "Kagome?"
"Go away, Miroku," she said in between sobs.
Also never one to do as he was told, he cracked the door open and slid into the room. He took in
her tired appearance, eyes red and swollen from crying. Cautiously he walked over to the bed and
sat down with her. "Are you still upset about what I said earlier?"
She shook her head. "I wish I could figure out a way to fix this. Why does grandpa always have
to get so carried away with his stories? Doesn't he realize everyone we know will look down
upon us?"
He took the weeping girl into his arms. "Many girls younger than you have already started
families in my time, and they are perfectly respectable."
"But this is my time, and people will look down on us regardless." She had stopped sobbing, but
tears still ran down her face. "Even though there is no baby."
He brushed her hair out of her face. "You are a strong capable woman. Between you, me, and
your family we will think of something."
She pulled out of his embrace. "Who are you, and what happened to the pervert?"
Miroku smiled kindly. "He ran away when he heard you crying."
She wasn't sure if she should blush at the sweetness of the statement or smack him and call him a
sneaky pervert. "Go to bed, Miroku."
Before he left the room, he popped his head back in and winked. "My offer still stands! I'm right
across the hall!"
Laughing, she threw her pillow at him, disappointed he shut the door before the pillow hit him in
the face.
— — —
Authors Note: I'm about as pleased with this as I"m going to get, had to do some last minute editing.
Hope it's ok!
V.
— — —
Sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out, dearest readers. We were having...difficulties
with author participation, forcing us to reduce our author list by half. This took a couple weeks
worth of tinkering, making us unfortunately late for our deadline.
We've got it all sorted out now, however, so there's nothing keeping us from making our regular
deadlines from henceforth! Our next author is Sabrina. Have fun and do your best!
Megami
Author: bBlack Dahlia (aka Vonnie)
Rating: PG-13 ( T ) – for supposed premarital relations, false (?) teen pregnancy, and lots of
other unforseen events in future chapters.
Summary: As Kagome's absences from school grow longer and more frequent, her twentieth-
century friends begin to suspect that her grandfathers excuses are merely cover for a single
chronic condition. With no more diseases springing to mind, the eldest Higurashi proclaims his
granddaughter PREGNANT! With Miroku (in)conveniently around, the situation becomes more
complicated...
Kagome sulked at the kitchen table. "Why did you have to tell them I was pregnant, grandpa?
Couldn't you just say I broke my leg?"
The old man just shrugged. He reached over and patted his granddaughter on the back. "I know
you will work through. Higurashi women are strong!"
On the other side of the table Miroku happily munched away on the fish Ms. Higurashi made for
dinner. "I know you will get through it, Kagome. I've seen you deal with much worse on the other
side of the well. Just please don't subject me to those scary girls again!"
She sent him an evil look.
"What? It's not my fault! Blame Inuyasha! It's his child, remember," he said cheekily.
Mama finally joined them at the table. "We will figure something out, dear. As the months
progress we can get you one of those pregnancy bellies like I made your father wear before Souta
was born..." She started to think about how she would be able to acquire one.
Kagome and Souta both looked at their mother. "You made dad wear one of those things?"
Kagome asked.
"You don't remember, dear?" her mother replied, giggling.
Before long, grandpa had burst into full blown laughter. "My boy looked ridiculous, but it gave
him a whole new view on pregnancy! Why do you think you are the only two children?" He
cleared his throat. "You should see the pictures!"
Mama looked at Kagome. "Why don't you go set up the spare bedroom for Miroku to sleep in
during his stay?"
"Yes, mama." She took her empty plate to the sink before heading up the stairs to the spare room,
that was across the hallway from her own.
"So, Miroku," grandpa said merrily," what do you think of the modern world?"
Up in the guest room, Kagome could hear her grandfather and the monk discussing the
differences between modern and feudal techniques when it came to caring for shrines, blessings,
and grandpa's favorite subject: binding demons.
Still a little more than irritated at the whole situation, she finished changing the linens and fluffed
the pillows. Feeling the room was a bit stuffy, she opened the windows.
Pleased with herself and her cleaning skills, she turned to go to her own bedroom; the sight at the
door stopped her.
"Do I look like a modern man?" Miroku stood in the doorway, wearing some of her father's clothes.
"Where did you get those!" she practically shrieked. He looked good in modern clothing, but
those were dad's!
He gave her the winning smile. "Your mother gave them to me. Such a sweet and beautiful
woman!" He sighed for dramatic effect. "If only she were a few years younger..."
"You can change the clothes, but you can't change the man." She brushed passed him on the way
to her room.
"Hey, Kagome," he said, turning to face her. "I can help you solve the no child factor in this 'pregnancy'."
"How?" she enquired.
"I will bravely sacrifice myself, and your virginity," he added in a lower tone, "so we may have a child!"
She smacked him with every bit of strength she could muster.
-----
Later on that evening, Miroku lay in the bed Kagome set for him. He still couldn't believe he was
in her time. Everything fascinated him, especially the microwave and indoor plumbing . He still
couldn't wrap his mind around the indoor spring Souta called the bathroom. Bathing back home
would never compare to sitting in the large tub; now he knew why Kagome loved coming home
all of the time! He had never felt so relaxed!
He pulled himself out of bed to go to the bathroom. Sliding on the borrowed pair of sleep pants
to cover his nude form, he opened the door. From across the hall he could hear a faint sobbing.
Never being able to handle a woman's tears he approached the door and knocked. "Kagome?"
"Go away, Miroku," she said in between sobs.
Also never one to do as he was told, he cracked the door open and slid into the room. He took in
her tired appearance, eyes red and swollen from crying. Cautiously he walked over to the bed and
sat down with her. "Are you still upset about what I said earlier?"
She shook her head. "I wish I could figure out a way to fix this. Why does grandpa always have
to get so carried away with his stories? Doesn't he realize everyone we know will look down
upon us?"
He took the weeping girl into his arms. "Many girls younger than you have already started
families in my time, and they are perfectly respectable."
"But this is my time, and people will look down on us regardless." She had stopped sobbing, but
tears still ran down her face. "Even though there is no baby."
He brushed her hair out of her face. "You are a strong capable woman. Between you, me, and
your family we will think of something."
She pulled out of his embrace. "Who are you, and what happened to the pervert?"
Miroku smiled kindly. "He ran away when he heard you crying."
She wasn't sure if she should blush at the sweetness of the statement or smack him and call him a
sneaky pervert. "Go to bed, Miroku."
Before he left the room, he popped his head back in and winked. "My offer still stands! I'm right
across the hall!"
Laughing, she threw her pillow at him, disappointed he shut the door before the pillow hit him in
the face.
— — —
Authors Note: I'm about as pleased with this as I"m going to get, had to do some last minute editing.
Hope it's ok!
V.
— — —
Sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out, dearest readers. We were having...difficulties
with author participation, forcing us to reduce our author list by half. This took a couple weeks
worth of tinkering, making us unfortunately late for our deadline.
We've got it all sorted out now, however, so there's nothing keeping us from making our regular
deadlines from henceforth! Our next author is Sabrina. Have fun and do your best!
Megami