InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I Loved Him ❯ I Loved Him as a Father ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

LES: This is the second and last of the OC chapters, but it will probably be easier to swallow than the first one. Every InuKag fan loves the idea of InuKag pups. Japanese titles like “Okaa” and “Otou” and English titles like “Mother” and “Father” are both used in this story. However, the English words are pretty exclusive to just the descriptive parts. Any time a character is speaking out-loud, they will use the Japanese title.

Kenta: Inuyasha and Kagome’s first born son. Kenta means “healthy/strong and big/stout”.
Gina: Inuyasha and Kagome’s newborn daughter. Gina means “silvery”.

LES: Oh! By the way… HAPPY INUYASHA FANDOM DAY!!!

It seemed strange to some that only two decades ago, the people of the village were just as unwelcoming to Youkai and their offspring as any other village in Feudal Japan. The people had grown up with the stories of the vicious hanyou Inuyasha who staked out the village for months, pretending to be friendly, before attacking and killing their beloved miko. The Goshinboku, where Inuyasha had been sealed was a place of fear and distrust, but also a symbol to the Youkai in the area of what could happen to those who cross a miko.

But, two decades later, not only was Inuyasha a welcome part of the village, but the people as a whole were more welcome to the friendly members of the youkai community.

Kenta had never had first-hand experience of the fear that came with being attacked and driven out by humans or youkai. He’d never felt the sorrow of losing his parents because of prejudice. He had an okaa who loved him, an otou who protected him, and a warm place to sleep each night. And it was all thanks to his otou: Inuyasha.

He leapt through the trees of Inuyasha’s forest with the easy grace of a hanyou, even one only a dozen years old.

Kenta looked a great deal like his father, but there was a reason for that. Months after Inuyasha and Kagome were reunited; they decided to have a child but had trouble conceiving. Kagome was worried that Inuyasha, like so many hybrids, would experience fertility problems. It was Myouga who put their fears to rest by revealing to Inuyasha some secrets about hanyous that his father had unearthed once Izayoi became pregnant.

It turned out that hanyou in their normal states could not father children, but there was a way around that. The average hanyou was capable of reproducing while in their mortal form. But Inuyasha, who had a youkai side that was so powerful that he could transform physically into a full youkai, had another option. When his youkai was strongest, on the night of the full moon, he could transform into his youkai form and father a true hanyou with Kagome.

The news had been met with equal parts joy and reservation. Inuyasha did not like the idea of having to transform anywhere near his wife. But Kagome was not afraid. The next full moon, she put the Tetsusaiga away and seduced her husband’s youkai out to play. It turned out that Inuyasha had nothing to fear. Even as a youkai, he would not harm his mate. No youkai would deliberately harm their mate, even ones in a blood rage.

Inuyasha’s youkai self preceded to fuck Kagome quite thoroughly and, within weeks, he was able to confirm that she had conceived.

In due time, Kenta had been born: a true hanyou just like Myouga had said. His childhood had been almost like any normal child growing up in the Feudal era. Like all hanyou, his first few months he grew at a quickened rate to get out of the helpless stage as quickly as possible. And then, once he was not so helpless, his growth slowed down until it matched the growth patterns of normal human children. It would stay that way until he reached maturity and it slowed down even more until he reached his adult aging rate. And, if Inuyasha was anything to judge by, Inuhanyou could end up living a thousand years or more.

Even after the time that had passed Inuyasha seemed to have barely aged a year. He had the look of a twenty year old, a trait that was shared with his wife despite her human blood because of their mating. His okaa and otou’s bond was strong, strong enough that his Otou’s youki had infused his Okaa giving her the lifespan of an Inuhanyou.

Kenta ran through the village on his strong, young legs, barely visible to the slow-moving humans that he passed. He had a set destination in mind: going back home. It was getting late now, and his okaa would be setting out dinner soon. Even knowing that her son was a hanyou and could handle himself, if need be, Kagome still worried about him as any mother would.

Within seconds, he had crossed the village and reached a hut that was on the edge of the forest, bigger than it used to be when Inuyasha and Kagome first married. He stepped into the doorway and immediately saw his Otou sitting on the ground and playing with Gina, his new baby sister.

Gina was Inuyasha and Kagome’s second child, and only a few weeks old. To a human, having two children separated by twelve years was nearly unthinkable, but not to the long-lived couple. With their life spans, they could have a dozen children, even spacing them out so far.

Gina stared, wide-eyed, at her father as he played a pup-game with her… a very simple one. He flicked his ears at her for her amusement. Every time his ears moved, she would smile and giggle, and reach up as if to grab onto her father’s ears. But, occasionally she would flick her ears in return. That was what Inuyasha wanted. Like all pup-games, the play masked a serious purpose. A pup needed to learn how to control her ears, and this game taught her to do just that. All ready she was much better at focusing in on the sound of her parent’s voices.

They were the sort of games that Inuyasha had played with Kenta when he was a very young pup. As he grew older, it turned into more mock-wrestling matches, like a litter of rough-and-tumble puppies might get into. Yet, despite the fact that Inuyasha was many times stronger than his young son, he never once harmed the boy. Just like with his mate, Inuyasha would not harm his offspring. He was certainly much gentler with his own children than any other children he had ever dealt with.

Kenta, who was eager for his otou’s attention after Gina’s birth weeks ago, jumped on his father’s strong back and bit Inuyasha’s ear. Not hard enough to hurt, but just a little nip and yank to get his otou’s attention.

The elder hanyou growled, a sound that could be translated into something like ‘watch yourself, pup’, and flicked his ear away from his son to discourage anymore biting. But he wouldn’t punish the boy. It was, after all, just another pup-game. “Oi, pup.” Inuyasha said, turning his attention away from his daughter. “You’d better watch it, or you’re gonna give your sister ideas for when she’s older.”

“I figured out those ideas all on my own, Otou, and she will too.” Kenta laughed.

“What am I going to do with you?” Inuyasha asked rhetorically, drawing his son to himself. Kenta did not resist his father, burying himself into his father’s chest and taking in his scent eagerly. Inuyasha’s scent was one that he associated with home and safety, just like his okaa; and it had been that way since Kenta first imprinted on Inuyasha’s scent minutes after birth. That sort of relationship didn’t change, even after years. Inu were pack creatures, after all.

“Go get washed up, pup.” Inuyasha told his son. “Your okaa will have dinner ready soon, and you know how she is about dirty hands at dinner.”

Kenta did know and, eagerly anticipating dinner, he went to wash up.

Unlike the other houses in the village, Inuyasha’s house had a water basin that was sorely for the purposes of washing up. Kenta had never known where his parents got the idea for such a thing. Others had, maybe, a bucket for washing hands when necessary, but their basin was large enough to wash a person. He had spent many hours of his youth avoiding the washing basin at all costs.

But it was just his hands that needed to be washed now, which he did quickly. He finished up and was about to head back toward where his okaa cooked when he stopped, staring into his parent’s room. Something was different.

His mother was a very neat person, so it was very odd for anything to be out of place, and it only took a second for Kenta to spot what was ‘wrong’ with the room. A chest that was normally put up out of his reach was now down on the futon and opened.

Curious, he crept forward. He had never seen what was in this particular chest even though he asked a few times before. His parents always just told him that it contained items that belonged to his mother.

He glanced inside and was nearly disappointed. Clothes. But then he took a second look, and pulled one of the garments, a shirt of some kind, out. It was the strangest clothes that he’d ever seen before. He sniffed curiously. He couldn’t even tell what sort of material that it was made out of. It didn’t smell of linen or cotton or silk or any other fabric that he was familiar with. But it smelled overwhelmingly of his okaa.

He was about to reach for the next piece of fabric when he heard his otou step into the room. Inuyasha froze as soon as he saw what his son was holding, and knew immediately what was going on. Day was the anniversary of the day when Kagome had come back into his time to be with him, so she had obviously had brought the chest down to reminisce. The chest contained the clothes that she had been wearing when she came back, the only thing she had left to remind her of her own world. Inuyasha had worked hard to give her as many custom-made luxuries based on things she had from the future as much as possible, but he could only do so much with the limited resources of the Feudal Era. Kagome had probably forgotten to put the chest back in its place when she started dinner.

“Kenta.” Inuyasha said, and Kenta froze, not quite sure what he’d call the tone of his father’s voice. Inuyasha smelled of fear, nervousness, and sorrow. “Give that to me, and for Kami’s sake, don’t cut it with your claws.” He said, holding out his hand.

Kenta glanced down at the cloth and then carefully handed it over to his father. Inuyasha took the cloth and, being very careful himself, slowly folded the fabric properly and returned it to the chest. Without a word, he closed the lid and returned the box to its place on a high shelf.

“Otou? What was that?” Kenta asked, curious.

For a while, Inuyasha did not answer or look at his son. But Kenta could hear his father’s heart speed up. “It’s… some clothes that belonged to your okaa when she was younger.” Inuyasha answered.

But this answer was not enough to satisfy Kenta. “I could tell that from smell, Otou.” He said. “But I’ve never seen any clothes like it before.”

Inuyasha sighed. “They are clothes from your okaa’s birth place. They had a lot of strange clothes there.”

“Oh… Is Okaa from the continent?” Kenta asked.

Inuyasha didn’t blame his son for not understanding. Had he not experienced the magic of the well first-hand he never would have believed the existence of Kagome’s world in the future. For Inuyasha, and pretty much everyone in Feudal Japan, the entire world consisted of Nihon and the continent. Inuyasha had once seen a map of the world from the future, and had been shocked to learn that Japan was such a tiny piece of the world. Everyone knew that Nihon was smaller than the continent, but Inuyasha had never imagined that his home was so tiny compared to the size of the world. Kenta had been raised only on the knowledge of his own time. So if his mother had clothes foreign to Japan, she must be from China or the strange lands beyond.

“No, pup, your okaa is not from the continent. She was born here, in Nihon.”

From the look on his son’s face, Inuyasha knew that he wasn’t going to get away with that answer. With a sigh, Inuyasha said “Come with me, son.” This was enough to shock Kenta, because Inuyasha had pretty exclusively called him ‘pup’ all his life. Kenta followed his father outside and then burst into a run as Inuyasha took off into the forest.

Kenta kept pace with his father rather easily, matching him almost step-for-step as they made their way deeper into the woods. They did not go very far at all, only to a clearing that Kenta was very familiar with. His parents had brought him here to play often. A short distance away he could see the towering branches of the Goshinboku. The only feature of the clearing was an old dry well. He once heard the villagers talk about the mystic powers of the well, but he had no idea what those powers might be and, from what the villagers said, the magic no longer worked anyway.

Inuyasha came to a stop by the well, resting a hand on the framework as if greeting an old friend. He turned his attention back to his son. “This will be difficult to understand.” He said. “Your mother is from this well.”

If Kenta didn’t know any better, he’d swear that his otou was playing a joke on him. But it was not in Inuyasha’s nature to play jokes on his son… or anyone, really. Miroku-sama played a lot of jokes on and with the village children, but Inuyasha had never joined in. “From the well?” He repeated incredulously. His mother was a human, not a kappa, after all.

“I told you it would be hard to understand.” Inuyasha said. “This well used to be a doorway into the world that your okaa is from. That world is about five hundred years in the future. Your mother is from this very area, but from a different time.”

Kenta stepped closer to the well, and gazed down into its depths. He didn’t see anything besides the dry ground at the bottom. Inuyasha stood at his son’s side, but unlike the young hanyou, when Inuyasha looked down into the well, he could remember the strange world that was on the other side. He remembered Kagome’s family, her village, her (often annoying) friends, and that damn Hojou who used to pester Kagome all the time.

“This is just a joke, right?” Kenta asked.

“I don’t joke.” Inuyasha said honestly. “Do you remember the stories I told you about Naraku?” Kenta nodded. It was impossible not to hear about his parent’s and their friend’s fight against Naraku in the village. The village took pride in its history and the heroes who were a part of that history. “Well, there is more to the story… your mother’s part in the story.”

With that, Inuyasha told his son about how his mother had been drawn into this world by an evil Youkai who sensed the Shikon jewel within her. He told his son how his mother could pass back and forth between the different times separated by the well and how he discovered that he could pass through as well. He told his son about some of the strange wonders that were present on that side of the well, at least as well as Inuyasha could explain it. Kagome could explain it better, but it would still be impossible to understand. And he finished by telling his son about the three years that Kagome had been trapped in her world and how she’d come back to him.

“Today is the anniversary of the day your Okaa came back to me.” Inuyasha told his son. “That’s why you found that chest down on the floor. When she came back, she didn’t bring anything except the clothes she was wearing. Those clothes are all that she has left of her home. They are very important to her.”

“She can’t go back?”

“No, pup, only the long way.” Inuyasha said. “But that’s okay. I’ll make sure that she gets there.”

“Me too?” Kenta asked.

“Absolutely.” Inuyasha nodded. “Then you can meet your Okaa’s family.”

“I hope so!” Kenta enthused. He gazed up at his father in awe.

Inuyasha was about to reply when he heard footsteps at the edge of the clearing. His ear turned in the direction and then the rest of him turned to face his wife. She stepped through the grass toward the well, carrying Gina in her arms. “I followed your youki.” She said, coming up to meet her husband and son. “Although I’m shocked you didn’t hear me. Dinner’s been ready for several minutes now.”

“Everything’s fine.” Inuyasha said. “Kenta found your old clothes from home. You left them out.” Kagome’s eyes widened in horror. Being married to a hanyou, and being the mother to another hanyou, she learned that non-youkai clothing and claws did not mix well. “The clothes are fine.” Inuyasha said, reading his wife’s expression. “But I had to tell him about the secret of the well.”

“Oh.” Kagome said. “Well… I suppose that it’s impossible to keep it a secret forever…”

“Okaa? Is your home village really as big as Otou says?” Kenta asked in amazement.

“It is.” Kagome said, smiling nostalgically. “My home village stretches as far as the eye can see in every direction… even to hanyou eyes.”

It was clear from the expression on their son’s face that he couldn’t even begin to imagine a village of such immense size. “I wanna see it someday.”

“You will, pup, you will.” Inuyasha promised.

LES: This was going to be the last chapter. But I’ve decided to do one more chapter. It’s going to be a bit different from the others, but I think it would be a good place to end. If you paid attention to this chapter, you might be able to guess about the next chapter. I don’t know… maybe not. It’s obvious to me.