InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ His Little Girl ❯ Mother's Thoughts ( Chapter 7 )

 

Mrs. Higurashi sat at the kitchen table sipping from her mug of coffee as she watched the sun rise through the kitchen window. Even in a city so crowded as Tokyo was the sunrise still held its own fair beauty. She thought back to the time when her daughter had brought her son back through the well to meet her, refusing to relinquish her hold on the pup for more than an hour.

 

 

“Kagome dear who is this?” Mama Higurashi asked as she looked upon the drowsy kitsune kit in her daughter's arms.

 

“This is my son mama. Mama this is Shippou.” Kagome let her mother lift the young kit from her arms and hold him just as she had moments before.

 

“He's beautiful dear.”

 

The two women smiled and chatted softly as they walked inside the house, Inuyasha following quietly behind. It had been a somber day in the Feudal Era and she could still remember the looks of pain and sadness and worry that crossed the hanyou's face when he thought they weren't looking. It was obvious to her that he cared as deeply for the pup as her daughter, though seemed reluctant to admit it.

 

“How? I thought only you and Inuyasha could come through the well?” the older woman asked as they all sat down to eat the Raman she had prepared for the three hungry travelers.

 

“Truth is mama,” Kagome said as she helped the drowsy kit to eat his fill. “We never tried bringing anyone back with us, and no one else really ever tried coming through. We just assumed that only Inuyasha and I could come through.”

 

“Does that mean that anyone can come through dear?” she asked worriedly, the thoughts of demons crossing time scared her.

 

“No. I don't know. It's weird mama, but I know that if I don't have a connection to the one who tries to pass through in some shape or form, that they won't be able to pass. I think our pack, and maybe Sesshoumaru and Rin could come through, Kouga too and his pack mates…”

 

“What about Jaken?” Inuyasha asked around a mouthful of noodles.

 

“I don't know, it's possible, but somehow I doubt he'd come or even try to if I told him that humans roamed in greater numbers. He may talk big, but that toad is just a chicken.”

 

They all laughed at that.

 

 

Oh how she missed it. She and Kagome and her boys had spent three good days together. Shopping for candy and clothing. She remembered when Yuka and Eri had come over and tried to take Shippou away from Kagome, Mrs. Higurashi chuckled softly as she remembered the fierceness with which her daughter had growled at them. No words were used, she had just growled, just like Inuyasha did sometimes. It had shocked her at first but then afterwards, she had found it rather amusing…and frightening. Her little girl was growing up; her little girl was a mother now in her own right…her little girl…wasn't so little anymore.

 

“Mama?” a quiet voice called from behind her. She turned to see a bleary-eyed Kagome walk into the kitchen holding Shippou in her arms. “Shippou? I didn't know you brought him too.”

 

“I didn't, he came through on his own last night. It's been storming for the past two days there and he's really afraid of storms. Usually he's ok as long as I hold him, but I wasn't there…Oh mama,” Kagome sad so sadly. Mama Higurashi stood up and walked to stand before her daughter. “Oh mama, he was so terrified last night, he couldn't stop shaking. I've never seen him so upset!” Kagome sniffled back tears of guilt for leaving him alone for so long and her mother embraced her, the kit hugged between them.

 

“Oh dear, you couldn't have known. The weather here won't match theirs day to day or minute to minute.” The woman stroked her daughter's hair away from her face and kissed the girl's forehead.

 

“I know, he was so scared and he was so cold and soaked from the rain.”

 

Their voices had been soft as they talked, neither wanting to wake the kit, but it seemed not to matter as the young one stirred in Kagome's arms. The young kit stretched softly and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with small clawed fists.

 

“Mama?” Shippou said as he came to full wakefulness with another big yawn.

 

Kagome rubbed his nose with hers and then nuzzled her cheek against his much like Sesshoumaru had done to her last night. Little hands captured her face and hugged her head to the small body in her arms.

 

“Morning my pup,” Kagome said softly as her own mother looked on with a soft smile.

 

“Morning mama.” His little nose twitched back and forth and he looked up into his adoptive mother's stormy blue-grey eyes. “Mama, what's that smell?”

 

“What smell?”

 

“It's like…*sniff sniff* like warm earth and trees, but it kinda smells…bitter.”

 

“Like this pumpkin?” Mama Higurashi asked and lifted her mug to the kit's curious face.

 

“Yeah, that's the smell,” he said his small hands grasping the sides of the mug as he dipped his face into the hot liquid. He soon came up sputtering and snorting and shaking his head from side to side hard as his hands rubbed at his nose. “It went up my nose!” he cried out and the women laughed.

 

“That's what happens when you stick your face in the mug Shippou,” Kagome chuckled.

 

“Well…yeah…but still!”

 

Kagome chuckled and kissed his cheek as she set him down to sit on the counter top as she helped her mother prepare breakfast for everyone. She pulled the eggs and milk from the fridge and set to making pancake batter as her mother fried up bacon and scrambled eggs with ham and cheeses.

 

“What does your taiyoukai eat dear?”

 

Kagome blushed at her mother's question and soon found a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind for a light squeeze before moving away. His mask was back on, that cool stoic facade, but his eyes were more open now. You could see life in his golden orbs. How beautiful she thought he was before was nothing compared to how he looked now.

 

“This tastes strange,” Sesshoumaru commented as he ate a piece of raw bacon.

 

Mama chuckled as she batted his hands away from claiming more of the meat. “You're not supposed to eat it raw dear.”

 

“That is how I usually take my meat.”

 

Turning from the stove, brown eyes met golden and Mama face became thoughtful for a moment. Leaving the stove she opened the fridge and pulled out a package of assorted pork, lamb and beef meats that had been cut into cubes for stew or whatever the cooking whim might be. Handing the cellophane wrapped package to the inuyoukai she turned back to the stove.

 

“Try that, how does that taste to you. I can spice it if need be.”

 

“You are not bothered by this? By my need for raw meat?” he asked still holding the strangely wrapped package, how one get the meat out. He could barely smell it.

 

“Trust me dear, after a woman deals with strange cravings that come with pregnancy, one no longer worries about strange eating habits.” Her lips lifted and she gave him a smile as Kagome took the package from his hands and unwrapped it, putting the meat in a bowl for him.

 

Rin bounded into the room moments later and greeted them all with hugs and smiles. The young girl giggled and looked up at Kagome.

 

“The chair upstairs makes the water swirl if you press the magick stick, and then it goes away. But the water comes back and swirls again!”

 

Kagome and her mother chuckled at the child's wonder filled voice. Bending down, Kagome lifted Rin to sit beside Shippou on the counter and the two happily chatted away as Kagome made pancakes for all. The strange group was soon joined by Souta and Grandfather Higurashi, who as per usual slapped a sutra to the foreheads of the demons and said a firm `Be gone!'.

 

Shippou giggled loving the funny game that his mother's grandfather played and removed the harmless sutra from his own forehead and tacked it to Grandfather's arm and said “Be Foxy!” giggling at his own choice in words. Kagome and her mother laughed at the surprised and outraged look on the old priest's face and Souta chuckled as well, Sesshoumaru's own eyes shining with amusement.

 

“Rin feels better now Sesshoumaru-sama. What happened to Rin?”

 

“The pudding made you sick, very sick Rin. This Sesshoumaru and Kagome brought you here to make you well.”

 

Sesshoumaru-sama always protects his Rin,” the young girl said with a good amount of happy pride.

 

“Yes Rin, I always protect my pup.”

 

His eyes softened at the smile that lit her face. I'm his pup! He said I'm his pup!

 

“Rin?”

 

“Yes Sesshoumaru-sama?”

 

“What ever happened to you calling me Daddy or otou-san as you did in the hospital?”

 

“Rin can…you are…” Rin launched herself off the counter and into his arms, the taiyoukai catching her before she could fall and lifting her so that her legs could wrap around his trim waist. “Rin loves her `tou-san very much.”

 

“As I love you Rin,” he spoke softly to her alone.

 

The gathered family ate breakfast cheerily for a good hour and then Souta headed off to school as jii-san helped Mama with the cleanup. Gathering Rin and Shippou together, one on her hip, the other perching on her shoulder she marched them upstairs and into the bathroom, giving them a bath and then dressing them for the day out they would have.

 

Sesshoumaru took a rain bath, better known as a shower, after the pups and Kagome were in her room getting dressed, and then he dressed in the clothing Mama had provided for him. As he finished and got dressed, he tapped on Kagome's door before entering at her request.

 

Kagome looked over the taiyoukai now dressed in her father's midnight blue silk shirt and black trousers. She smiled as she motioned for him to sit on the bed, and then climbed behind him, brushing his hair until it was dry and gleaming. Dropping the brush beside her on the bed, she rested her arms and chin on his shoulders.

 

“I think those clothes look better on you, than they did on my dad,” she smiled.

 

Sesshoumaru gave a small amused snort and turned his head to peer at the girl through the corner of his eye. Capturing her waist in his hands, he moved her quickly and before she knew it, she was sitting astride him in his lap, her shoulder against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on hers.

 

“How did your father die miko?” he asked his voice soft.

 

“He was sick. He had leukemia. It's an illness of the blood, it makes the blood or parts of the blood attack itself.”

 

Resting his cheek against her raven tresses, he sighed and nuzzled her hair. “I'm sorry. It's never easy to loose pack.”

 

“No…it's not.”

 

Mama Higurashi had been walking upstairs to give Kagome the children's washed and dried clothing when she heard the conversation from outside the girl's room. The door was slightly ajar and she could see her daughter seating in the lap and wrapped in the arms of the youkai. Perhaps my grandchildren will have fuzzy ears after all. The woman smiled and slipped in just enough to leave the clothing on her daughter's desk and slipped out unnoticed. Maybe two grandchildren with fuzzy ears…or three or four…