InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Night ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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

Miroku urged everyone up from the table. Once they were out the door, he walked over to the outdated register to pay for his and Sango’s burgers. For what was probably the first time in seventy years, silence reigned supreme in Joe’s Diner. “Well, folks, you all are the first to know of Sesshomaru’s good fortune.” He wracked his brain, trying to think of how to ask the gossipy denizens of Joe’s to keep their mouths shut until Sess had a chance to break the news to his father and Kagome’s mother.

Joe spoke with authority that did credit to his great age. “Relax, son. Ain’t nobody her gonna do any talking out of school. Right, everyone?” The old men at the counter mumbled agreeably. Rosie grabbed the coffee pot and topped up everyone’s coffee.

‘Well, that was easier than I expected.’ Miroku thought. Now he just had to get out the door in time to keep Sango from doing any permanent damage to the father-to-be.

A wide grin split his face from ear to ear when he found the two girls, nose to nose, practically growling and snarling at each other. Miroku sauntered over to join Sesshomaru where he was leaning nonchalantly against the side of his truck. “Did I miss much?”

“Kagome is defending her mate.” Sesshomaru asserted, pride evident in his voice.

Miroku fought down the urge to scream out ‘cat fight!’ He settled for stating sedately, “That’s hott.”

“Indeed.” Sesshomaru opined, smugly. He could not remember anyone ever standing up for him.

They were interrupted by Kagome screaming, “Why does everyone think they can tell me what to do!”

“Because you are an idiot!”

“You’ve slept with Miroku.”

“I’m a year older than you, and I’m not the one who got knocked up!”

Both girls stopped to think for a moment, then turned their attention to Sesshomaru. Miroku sidled away from the big demon’s side.

“Coward.” Sesshomaru hissed softly.

Sango advanced on Sesshomaru, pointing a finger inches away from his nose. A big drop of sweat appeared on Miroku’s forehead, but he kept his distance. “You. You demon, you. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you!”

Sesshomaru’s arms were folded across his chest, his face perfectly expressionless.

“She’s just sixteen-fucking-years old. Sixteen. Comprende?”

“What is your point, woman?”

“She’s too young for whatever it is you have planned for her. She won’t even have a chance to graduate high school!”

Sesshomaru cocked one eyebrow. “She is to be my mate… My wife. She will birth my pups, and stand by my side.”

Miroku decided his services as a translator were called for. “Sesshomaru, Sango is concerned that Kagome is too young to fill that role. Times have changed, and sixteen is considered a little young for a girl to be mating and bearing young.”

“Felicidad is sixteen.”

Miroku explained to Sango, “Felicidad is Miguel’s wife.”

“I know that.” Sango’s mind short-circuited. She liked Miguel, and saw nothing wrong with his marriage to sixteen-year-old Felicidad. Their story was kind of sweet, really. Miguel had waited eagerly until Felicidad turned sixteen, saving up his money for a huge wedding. Sango and Kagome had been part of the bridal party, dressed in gosh-awful matching lavender dresses.

“So, now you are calling me a racist!” Sango sputtered.

“No one called you a racist, Sango. Merely bear in mind that Miguel is the only human Sesshomaru interacts with.”

Sesshomaru put in his two cents worth. “Miguel is an honorable man.”

Miroku agreed. “Miguel is respected by all.”

Sango was silent for a moment. Quietly, she ventured, “Felicidad is not pregnant…”

Sesshomaru grinned. A very rare occurrence. “Felicidad is pregnant. Miguel’s mother asked me to invite you to her baby shower.” His grin disappeared. “I do not know about this shower.”

Kagome giggled. “I am a little confused about Sess saying I’m pregnant. We only did it the once, and it was just last night. Can demons tell when a woman is going to have a baby?”

“Pup.” Sesshomaru corrected.

“Can demons tell when a woman is going to have a pup?”

Sango glared at Sesshomaru. “I doubt he can tell quite yet. But he definitely knew you were fertile.” Sango was all knowed up about demons.

Kagome glared at Sesshomaru. “Why didn’t you ask me if I was ready to have your… pup?”

“I did. Remember? I asked you twice.”

Kagome’s brow wrinkled, as she attempted to recall all that had been said the previous night. Between the flying and the sex, it was hard to dredge up the details of their conversation. Finally, a light went on in her head. “Oh, yeah, you did. Kinda.” Sesshomaru definitely needed to work on his communication skills, if they did not want to have to keep Miroku around as an interpreter.

Miroku resumed his role as mediator. “We have determined that Sesshomaru is socially awkward…”

He was interrupted by Sango. “He is not just socially awkward. He’s socially retarded.” She switched her glare to Sesshomaru. “Naco.”

Sesshomaru flashed a little fang, just to remind her who, and what, she was dealing with.

“At any rate,” Miroku continued, “Sesshomaru, Kagome’s family and your own family need to be notified. You might want to just tell them you two are getting married. Hold off on the whole ‘pup’ thing. On the up side, InuYasha already knows.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” Sango commented.

“Me neither.” Kagome agreed. “But I’d rather tell InuYasha than my mother.”

“You have nothing to fear from your mother, or anyone else my mate. From this point on, you will be staying close to me.” He recalled his mother’s terror when he told her he intended on defying Inu Taisho. He was beginning to think it was long past time he stood up to his honorable father. “I have already notified my mother. She offered her support, in her own way.”

Sango had been thinking about Inu Taisho as well. “Sesshomaru, is there any chance InuTaisho would be able to detect if Kagome is pregnant?”

“…”

“I’ll interpret that to mean you aren’t quite sure. I suggest you leave Kagome with us, and go tell Mrs. Higurashi and the Taisho on your own. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Sesshomaru nodded. He would have to get a move on if he was going to have this all finished by nightfall. He had definite plans for the night, and they revolved around Kagome. He captured her gaze with his, delivering a smoking hot look, promising things she could not even wrap her little brain around. He swung himself into the cab of his truck, and headed off for the Taisho ranch.

Kagome watched until the truck disappeared out of sight. She sighed. “A hug or a kiss goodbye would have been nice.”

Miroku’s eyebrow quirked. “I get the feeling Sesshomaru isn’t a huggy-kissy kind of guy.”