InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fates Intertwined ❯ All The Lovely Ladies ( Chapter 6 )

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Disclaimers: I do not own InuYasha or any of the manga/anime characters. They belong to the wonderful genius Rumiko Takahashi. I just enjoy making them play with each other.
 
This was written for the mirsan_fics community at LiveJournal. The prompt was “Father” and the limit was 250 words.
 
Title: All the Lovely Ladies
Rating: G
Type: Canon
Word count: 250
Summary: The realization he's a father starts to sink in.
Note: takes place during manga chapter 558; follows To Have and To Hold
 
 
All the Lovely Ladies
 
“Hey, Bouzou!” InuYasha yelled. He'd actually tried to not raise his voice, but it was the third time he'd attempted to get the monk's attention. “Have you found the youkai yet or not?”
 
Miroku was standing with a goofy grin on his face, his eyes staring unseeingly at the supposedly youkai infested building. He was startled out of his thoughts by the irritated hanyou's shout. Blinking and snapping his head around, he responded, “What?”
 
InuYasha hated to admit it, but he was actually somewhat concerned. “Are you all right? You're not getting sick, are you?”
 
The monk shook his head. “No, just distracted I'm afraid.”
 
“Nothing's wrong with Sango?” he prodded. “She's doing okay?”
 
“She was tired, but Kaede said that she and the girls are fine… girls, can you believe I have two girls?” Miroku was getting that silly expression again. “I never thought…” his voice faded to a whisper, “that I'd have a wife, much less a family… that I'd really be a father.”
 
InuYasha turned away, his ears drooping. “I know what you mean.”
 
Miroku sucked in his breath. “InuYasha… I… I hope you know that Sango and I consider you family. I... we…would like for the girls to consider you their uncle… well, I hope you will consider it.”
 
InuYasha responded, “Let's take care of this so you can get home to your ladies.” He poked playfully at him. “Papa.”
 
Miroku grinned as he slapped an ofuda on the building. “Papa…I like the sound of that.”