InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Growing Up Hanyou ❯ There's a Cricket in the Bathroom ( Chapter 6 )

There's a Cricket in the Bathroom

By: TuxedoUranus89/InitialA

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha; keep those lawyers behind the fence.

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Author's Notes: Well, poor Kagome, I decided it was her turn to get tormented a bit. InuYasha's been getting the brunt of it lately. It's also a bit of an outlet for my exhaustion lately, though I don't have two midgets running around causing my work-related headaches to get worse. I used some examples of kids I've seen in the store instead. XD

 

“MAMA!!” Izayoi screeched.

Kagome sighed for what felt like the thousandth time that day, and heaved her son up, away from doing one of his favorite activities: yanking on his sister's ponytails. Sachi screeched his own unhappiness, trying to wiggle his way back to the floor, grabbing at the air. “ANEKI!!!”

She deposited Sachi into his playpen, which would hold him for all of about fifteen minutes, (at nine months, he was as mobile as his sister, and just as clever at getting where he wanted to be), and turned her attention back to the papers strewn about on the table. Even with the two classes a week at the university, she still felt as overwhelmed as if she were still balancing full classes and shard hunting. Only now, it was motherhood to two appallingly lively children and the minimum amount of classes a week. She was just wrestling with a new statistics problem when she heard the newest dilemma of the afternoon: the cat loudly protesting the pulling of his tail. “Sachi!” Kagome raised her voice sharply, her patience wearing thin.

Her son pouted back at her, sitting outside of his pen like she'd expected, and let go of Inago's tail. She mentally cursed both her husband and her daughter for their double-teaming her with Puppy Eyes. They'd found the Egyptian Mau shortly after Sachi was born, starving and barely out of kittenhood, on a walk in their forest. He'd been filthy and bony, but after Kagome's initial apprehension had faded, she'd submitted to their begging, and taken the poor thing in. It turned out that InuYasha had a thing for cats; she should have guessed it from the way he'd always pestered Buyo, and how he'd been just as upset as she when her old pet had died when Izayoi was barely a year old. Izayoi insisted they name the cat Inago, for reasons known only to her, but she and her husband speculated it had something to do with the cat's love of pouncing on everything, leaving silvery cat hair all over everything and increasing the amount of cleaning to be done.

With that solved, Kagome set her pencil against the sheet of paper, just as the bickering between her heathens started up again. She decided to ignore it, letting them get it out of their system, when the crying started. “NO, THEY'RE MINE! YOU'LL BREAK THEM!” Izayoi shrieked, yanking her dolls our of his reach as Sachi began to bawl out of frustration.

“WANT TO PLAY WIF ANEKI!”

“NO!”

Kagome's fingers were laced in her hair as she took several deep breaths to calm herself. “OKAA!” Her son cried, falling on the floor and beating it with his fists.

It was a full-blown temper tantrum now, one that his sister couldn't resist inflaming even more by taunting, “You're such a baby, you don't get your way and you have to go and cry about it!”

Their mother turned just in time to watch Sachi, still red-faced and screaming, get up and launch himself at Izayoi. They were decently matched, neither particularly stronger than the other, and where Izayoi lacked her brother's fangs, he didn't have her claws. Feral yowls and shrieks filled the living room; Kagome had had enough, particularly when Sachi left a particularly nasty-looking bite on Izayoi's shoulder, and she retaliated with a swipe down his leg. “That's enough!” Kagome hollered, stepping in the midst of the foray, and heaving one child over her shoulder, and the other one on her hip.

They spat childish curses at each other, and Kagome winced once or twice as she felt Izayoi's claws scrape on her back as she attempted to pull her brother's ears, and Sachi's wailing made all of their ears ache; his flying fists were going to leave bruises on his mother's hip and back, but it would be worth it once she dumped the little Neanderthals out into the chilly March afternoon. It was her good luck though, that just as she got to the back door, her husband stepped inside, shedding his coat as he did. “Hey, koi, what—”

Kagome thrust one squalling child at him, and then the other. “Outside. Now. Exhaust them.”

She shoved the protesting, confused InuYasha out the door, and closed it. Sighing with relief at the quiet that settled in her house, she sat down and proceeded to finish her stats homework.

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Izayoi's nose was threatening to dip into her bowl of Ramen. Her violet eyes gazed blearily at her mother, watching in a daze as she coaxed the irritably exhausted Sachi into taking another bite of noodles. InuYasha was on his fourth bowl, a fifth cooling in the wings, and Kagome had barely touched her cup of the stuff, trying to get their youngest to eat.

The children's father had succeeded in wearing them out, so much in fact that Kagome wasn't sure if they should bother with baths at all that night, for fear that they might fall asleep in the tub and drown. She wasn't sure exactly how her husband had done it, but she had a feeling that the older hanyou's stamina and the children's love of `Tag/Shove/Punch/Smack/Hit-You're-It' (the ferocity depending on who they were playing with, and if the last person It had particularly annoyed them) had something to do with it. “Iza, finish your Ramen, and you can go upstairs.” Kagome chided gently.

“Ok, Mama…” She yawned, and clumsily brought her chopsticks up to her mouth.

Twenty minutes and two partially-empty containers later, both children were in their PJs and fast asleep in their beds. Kagome sighed and rolled her head to get the kinks out of her neck, pouring the remaining broth down the drain and tossing the noodles into their kitchen compost container. InuYasha's arms slid around her waist gently, holding her snug against him. “I could have eaten that, you know.” He complained.

“Yes, but I don't want to experiment on how many bowls of Ramen it takes for your blood pressure to skyrocket, if it's all the same to you.” Kagome remarked with a hint of her already-simmering temper.

“My blood pressure doesn't skyrocket.” He retorted, enjoying the fact that he was getting her riled up; nothing was more beautiful than his wife's face alight with her infamous temper.

“You know what I mean. And I know what you're trying to do, so stop it.”

“Stop what?” He asked innocently.

“You're insufferable, you know that right?”

“And you love me for it, bitch.”

Kagome fumed, her patience thin from the children's constant bickering all day, and shoved herself away from him, violently throwing the empty containers in the trash, and stomping off. He was there to intercept her, planting a kiss on her lips. She jerked away, glaring at him. She recognized that twinkle in his eye: he was a man who was aroused by what he saw. She was in no mood for him and his antics at the moment, but her hanyou was apparently going to ignore all of the `you really don't want to be doing this right now' vibes, and have his way with her.

And with that thought, a bit of her resolve broke.

He sensed it as she stalked away from him. Ignoring the cat, who was watching them with curious, bored green eyes from his position on the back of the chair, he silently followed her, standing behind the couch as she sat down with a sigh. His hands found the curves of her neck, where they met her shoulders, and gently kneaded the tense muscles underneath. A moan escaped her before she could catch herself, her head lolling back with the relief accompanying the massage. She felt him shift, and gasped when his tongue traced the shell of her ear. He chuckled, the warm puffs of air against her skin sending goosebumps racing up her arms. “Not so loud, my dear one… we wouldn't want the children waking up…”

“If those little heathens wake up, you'll take care of it for making me-ah!” She hissed with pleasure as one of his hands slipped down her shirt and teased a nipple.

“You'll do what?” He murmured seductively, lapping against the pulse pounding in her neck.

Kagome mumbled something incoherent. He grinned, flashing a fang, and lightly nibbled the sensitive skin on her shoulders. He had her sighing and squirming on the couch underneath him in a matter of minutes. She giggled as his claws danced at her sides. “Inu-ah! Stop, please!” She laughed as the tickling grew more intense.

Hot air puffed against her chest, her shirt unbuttoned and her bra shoved up to reveal her voluptuous breasts. The look in his eye was positively feral as he captured a nipple, her laughter dissolving into gasps and moans of pleasure, it's twin becoming occupied by his hand. The other slowly crept towards the waistband of her jeans, and her breath hitched in anticipation. He was just getting to the good parts when…

“BUGGY!”

Sachi's excited, sleepy squeal reverberated through the house from upstairs. Kagome sighed in frustration as her mate muttered a few choice words about kids and their excellent timing. “Mama, buggy!” Sachi called, toddling to the banister.

“What buggy?” Kagome asked, more confused as the shroud of passion started clearing from her mind.

Izayoi grumbled, poking her head around the corner of the upstairs. “Mama, make him go back to bed.” She whined.

“Buggy in the bafroom!” Sachi explained in a condescending tone.

Kagome squirmed. “A bug in the bathroom? Eeew, InuYasha…”

“What, I didn't do anything!” He snapped.

“No, I mean, go kill it or something.”

Izayoi had stomped into the bathroom to investigate herself. “There's a cricket in the bathroom!” She called. “Can I kill it, Papa, please?”

“Go ahead, pup, saves me the trip…”

There was a moment of silence, as Kagome made her way up the stairs to put Sachi back to bed, when the small girl shrieked. InuYasha was up the stairs in a flash. “What happened?”

“It JUMPED on me!” Izayoi cried, more surprised than anything, the cricket seemingly quite at home on top of one of her ears. She flicked it, and the cricket bounced onto the rim of the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes of chasing the miniscule insect around the bathroom later, InuYasha slammed the window shut, having just released the thing back into the wild; he and Izayoi had agreed that anything that small that put up such a fight to live should get their wish. He was just putting his little girl down to bed when Sachi barreled into the room and latched onto his leg. “NO! NO BED!”

And now the fun begins…, he thought, mentally rolling his eyes. “Sachi, I thought you were tired.”

“NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!”

Izayoi was grabbing her favorite nighttime accessory: a pair of soundproof earmuffs, straight from the airport runways. Even with her concealment bracelet on, her hearing was well above-average, and her brother's nightly bedtime tantrums kept her awake. InuYasha tried again. “You know you'll just make yourself more tired, and then you won't be able to go to the park with Obaa-san in the morning.”

Sachi's face was red from screaming. InuYasha's head was starting to hurt, and his ears were definitely going to be ringing for the next few hours. He heaved the squalling child over his shoulder, ears pinned back as far as they would go, and glared at his mate. “Make him stop.” He told her, handing him over.

“Oh, like I'm the only one able to?” She snapped, her patience gone with the announcement of their insect guest and her son's fit.

He followed, feeling slightly guilty about picking an argument, and watched her put the boy into his bed. “Sachi, stay in bed, or Okaa will be very upset with you.” She told him over his squalling.

She closed the door behind her, and drew a sign over the door. It glowed pink for a minute, then faded. It was a basic sealing spell, one she'd learned to do without sutra, and it would only sting a little if Sachi tried to open the door and cause more of a fuss. Without a word, she stormed into their bedroom. InuYasha knew his chances of rekindling what they'd started earlier were slim, not that he was in any real mood to be soft and romantic either, and went downstairs to shut off all of the lights.

She was still fuming under the covers when he came back upstairs, and when he finished his nightly routine in the bathroom. She tensed slightly when he slipped an arm around her waist. “Koi, it's alright…” He told her.

“It's not! All I want is some peace and quiet to get some studying done, but no! My children have to behave like little demons all day!” She exclaimed.

“Well, they are part-demon…” He muttered, but she ignored him like he knew she would.

“Then the one time I start to relax and enjoy myself all day, yet another crisis starts up, and it ends up with me looking like the bad guy because I have to seal Sachi into his room, and he'll cry for another hour, and I know I can't go in there or else he'll know he's won, and he needs some discipline! I don't know what I'm doing wrong!” She wailed, starting to cry herself.

InuYasha's own nerves were shot by this point, but he held her as she cried into his chest. “You aren't doing anything wrong.” He told her after a few minutes. “Pups are different, each one. Izayoi was the good one, and it looks like Sachi's going to be the trouble-maker. It happens. Every one of Miroku and Sango's pups were different in their own way, and don't even get me started on Shippou and Itazura's clan. You're a good mother, Kagome. Today was just a bad day.”

She nodded. “I know… I'm just so frustrated with everything… And I don't want to ask Mama to take them more than she already does, and Souta doesn't have the time to babysit often. And I'm frustrated that we were interrupted…”

“Like that hasn't happened before?” InuYasha asked sarcastically.

“You know what I mean… I needed that, and now I'm just not in the mood…”

He pouted. “You sure?”

“Well…”

He dropped a bit of bait. “I'll let you be in control.”

She laughed, and he felt better for hearing it. “You'll let me, will you?”

“For the time being, yes.”

Kagome smirked, shifting so that she was straddling his waist. She reached over and opened the drawer to the nightstand, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Holding them daintily in two fingers, she asked, “For the time being? I think not.”

As he was being chained to the headboard, a slight wave of panic washed over him. What have I gotten myself into?

It was the last coherent thought he had before his mate ravished him into Nirvana.

 

((No lemons. =( Sorry, I can't quite get one out this time, too much going on and not enough time to try and get things steamy enough. I apologize for how long this took getting out, the last few months have been… hectic. Hopefully I can get more out when I go back to school in a few weeks, but I've loaded my schedule. We'll see what I can pound out on weekends, eh? Thanks for reading, and remember to please leave a review!!))