InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ It Must Be Destiny ❯ Chapter 28

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Chapter 28

(“I'm gonna fucking kill `em.”)

Inusouta growled as he glanced at the address in his hand, the location where his mate's “family” was living. They threw my mate into a loony bin. They are going to pay.

He paused at the driveway of a particularly nice-looking house. He had walked from the hotel he was staying at- which was only a few miles away, given the small town they were in- to the Ryoushi's address. Good thing Inusouta was excellent with directions.

Inusouta was dressed quite impeccably in a dark blue suit, complete with crisp white shirt and blue tie. His hair was pulled back in his usual low ponytail. He looked both lethally handsome and delightfully dangerous.

Glancing at the address, Inusouta nodded to himself. Purposefully he moved gracefully up the driveway and to the front door.

Inusouta lifted one hand to press the doorbell, but found he couldn't do it. He froze, having to do some serious control to keep from shifting back to hanyou on the spot. Once he had regained control, he pushed the button. A soft, musical chime sounded within the lovely home.

Several moments went by. Finally, a robe-clad man opened the door, eyeing the stranger on his porch warily. “What do you want? Do you know what time it is?”

“Indeed I do, Mr. Ryoushi,” Inusouta said in precise, clipped tones. “I am here regarding your daughter.”

Chris Ryoushi relaxed slightly and moved aside to let Inusouta into his foyer. “You must be from the institution. My wife is very upset right now- she's ready to have kittens, I swear.”

Inusouta blinked in boredom. “Interesting statement, Mr. Ryoushi.”

The ningen harrumphed. “Look, you just need to find the girl and put her back in the asylum immediately. If it becomes known that we're related to a creature like that, we're ruined.”

The hanyou just barely managed to control his anger and not slice through the human like a loaf of bread. “Trust me, Mr. Ryoushi, your daughter is safe. She is where she belongs.”

Chris let out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank God.” He gave Inusouta an approving look. “You people sure work fast. I'll be sure to send your boss a bonus just for you.”

Inusouta's eyes turned to gold ice. “I said she is where she belongs, Mr. Ryoushi. I did not say she was back in the asylum.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Where is she then?” he asked with a touch of annoyance.

“She is waiting to return with me to our home in Japan.”

Chris narrowed his blue eyes at the man in front of him. “There's something familiar about your eyes…” His own flew open in shock. “You… you're that… that Japanese tour guide! The one who told us Amber wasn't living at that shrine!”

“It is good to see that you are not a complete incompetent.”

The human glared at him. “What do you want? How did you find this address?”

“That is not your concern. Just be aware that I am taking my mate back home where she belongs. If I ever see you or your wife anywhere near us again, I will not hesitate to kill your precious Tristan.”

“You bastard! You have no right to threaten my son!”

Inusouta moved forward in the blink of an eye and had the thick human dangling in the air by a suddenly-clawed hand around his throat. He gave the man a bored, deadly look, made famous by his emotionless uncle, pricking the tender skin just enough to draw blood.

“You… you're a freak! You're just the same as her!” Chris stuttered out, his eyes wide with fright.

He realized that his control over his transformation had weakened and he was now visible as a hanyou. At the moment, he didn't really care, either. “If anyone is a freak,” Inusouta growled as he took a step forward, “either you or your spouse would undoubtedly qualify.”

“You and her… you're both abominations,” Chris muttered, thinking he was speaking too softly to be heard.

“We are hanyou, you disgusting piece of garbage. In your tongue, we are sometimes called half-demons.”

The human whimpered, staring in horror as if he were looking upon the Devil himself.

“I've rescued my fiancee from that filthy asylum,” he said, low and deadly. “And I will be taking her back home to Japan.”

Chris choked out from around the hand that held him aloft. Inusouta let him drop to the floor, where he looked up at the expressionless hanyou with fury on his face. “You can't just take her, you know,” he hissed. “She's still legally ours. You'll be kidnapping- I'll have you thrown in jail.”

Inusouta paused on the threshold as he made to leave the house. He gave the man a glare from Hell that would've made his Uncle Sesshoumaru proud. “Not unless I marry her first.”

With those parting words, he turned and left as if nothing had ever happened.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Inusouta glanced down at the limp, frail girl snuggled under his arm. They were on a plane, heading west, and she had spent most of the time sleeping off the sedatives they had given her. Her eyes were finally open again but she was so weak she couldn't move much. “Wh-where… are we… going?” she murmured.

“I'm taking you home, kanojo.”

She shook her head slightly. “You… you can't. I'm… still under… the guardianship of my parents. They'll come for me… They'll put me back… back in the white room…” she began to shiver uncontrollably.

He held her closer. “No… We're getting married. Then they can't take you from me.”

Again the head shake, stronger this time. “We can't… there's a waiting period… before you can get married… and then there's birth certificates… and driver's licenses… it's not possible.”

“In Japan, we only need parental or guardian consent, which Shippou and Kohaku can write up for you. No need to worry about the Ryoushis any longer.”

Hope began to grow in her eyes. “Really? We're getting married?”

In response he pulled out a familiar stuffed fox, the navy blue bow still tied to the ring he had given her. “I believe this belongs to you, kanojo.”

A tear slipped down her cheek as he untied the ribbon and removed the ring. Shakily, she lifted her hand so he could slide the ring on.

She sighed sadly. “It doesn't fit anymore.”

Inusouta brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Don't worry. It will again soon.”

Blue eyes sparkled for the first time in months. (“Aishiteru, you bad dog,”) she whispered.

He grinned. (“Aishiteru, vixen,”) he replied as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Inuyasha grumped from his seat in the corner of the hut. (“Don't see why he couldn't just marry her in this time and be done with it. Then Shippou and his mate could be there to make it legal rather than doing all this farting-around.”)

Kagome glared at her mate. (“Stop your complaining. They can't get married in this era because then it won't have any bearing in my time. They have to wed in a modern ceremony by an authorized priest.”)

The couple had received a phone call from their son during his flight's layover in California. He confirmed that he had Amber and that he was bringing her back to Japan to marry her. He asked them to get a letter stating that Shippou and Kohaku were her kin and that she had their permission to marry since she was under the age of 18.

He also related the story of his encounter with her father, after which he hinted at a sense of urgency in marrying her. Kagome and Inuyasha completely understood and had headed for the well.

Shippou and his mate stepped into the hut, Kohaku carrying little 'Haku in her arms. They both sat down, looking concerned. (“Are you sure this will work in your time, Kagome? I mean, won't her parents come and override our approval?”) Shippou asked.

Kagome shook her head slightly. (“I think that as long as we do this as quickly as possible, there won't be a chance for her parents to arrive in time. So will you do it?”)

Shippou and Kohaku exchanged a glance. They both turned back to the miko. (“We'd like to try and go through the well,”) Kohaku said quietly. (“That way your authorities know for certain that we are for this.”)

This time Inuyasha and Kagome traded a look. (“It may not be possible,”) Inuyasha pointed out. (“But it can't hurt to try.”)

They nodded. (“I… I'd like to leave 'Haku here with Okaasan, Miroku-san and Sango-san, if that's possible,”) Kohaku said hesitantly. (“In case something happens, and we can't get back, I want him to grow up to continue the line, so Amber-chan will be born in 500 years to fall in love with your son.”)

Kagome grinned. (“I'm sure they wouldn't mind at all. One more kid won't trouble them too much.”)

Shippou shook his head. (“You don't know our kit very well,”) he said dryly.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.

A few hours later the four adults stood around the Bone-Eater's Well, looking rather anxious. Well, three of them looked anxious- the hanyou looked irritated as usual.

(“Let's just do this and get it over with. I want to be there before Inusouta and Amber get back.”)

The other three nodded. They all grasped hands in a circle around the well, and then Kagome muttered a “Here goes nothing” prayer under her breath as they all jumped in. A familiar pink light engulfed them and they were gone.

Kohaku opened an eye and looked up cautiously. (“Why is it so dark?”)

Inuyasha and Kagome grinned. (“Because we're in a well-house. We did it- you're in the future.”)

Shippou laughed as he scooped his mate up and hopped out of the well, landing next to the stairs. Setting her down carefully, he walked out into the courtyard, looking around in amazement. Kohaku, who was holding his hand, stared in wonder. (“Where are all the trees?”) she asked.

Kagome and Inuyasha, who followed them out of the well-house, had to restrain their chuckles. “Well… the trees… are kinda gone. We still have Goshinboku, though,”) Kagome replied as she gestured to the god tree. Then she pointed to the house. (“That's where we live now. Come on inside, and we'll see about getting you some modern clothing. I don't think you'll pass for Amber-chan's guardians in those outfits.”)

Numbly they followed the miko into the huge, strange structure. Inuyasha snorted. (“I hope you plan on using something better than that pathetic kitsune illusion to hide that tail, runt,”) he said to Shippou.

The kitsune gave the hanyou a Look. (“I've perfected my transformation art, old man, so don't worry about my tail. At least I'll be able to walk around without a bandana around my ears.”)

Inuyasha growled, looking like he was ready to thrash the haughty fox, when Kagome bustled them into their room. (“Here- you can wear some of our stuff.”)

Shippou eyed the shorter man as he allowed Kagome to pull him into the room. (“That'll take a miracle.”)

.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.

A couple of hours and a multitude of outfits later, Shippou regarded his reflection in the mirror. (“Baka… I would've thought you could've grown a bit more over the years…”)

Inuyasha clenched a fist. (“I did grow, runt!”)

(“Then why is it that I'm wearing shorts because all of your pants fall several inches short of my ankles?”)

Kohaku, dressed beautifully in a light green cotton dress, placed a hand on her mate's arm. (“Love, it's only temporary. Kagome did say that she would take us shopping for appropriate clothing as soon as Inusouta-san and Amber-chan return, which should be anytime now.”)

The kitsune and the hanyou eyed each other. (“Then I'd say this is a fine time to spar,”) Inuyasha remarked.

Shippou nodded emphatically, grinning. (“Couldn't agree with you more.”)