InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love In A Library ❯ Dinosaurs and Monsters ( Chapter 8 )

That night was the best night I ever experienced in my life. Inuyasha had never so lovingly taken me away like that, and other males before him didn't even make it too far with me. But he had shown me utmost love, and I warmly embraced it with open arms.

I blushed as I thought of the steamy session we had participated in. was it truly that…wrong? Was he expecting sex in a library? Okay, so maybe it was wrong. The deep red blush on my cheeks only proves that it was indeed wrong of us.

But the sex honestly didn't matter (though it was thoroughly enjoyed). He had told me that he loved me. My heart had been such a wreck at that moment! But my emotions were returned full and strong. I almost sighed at the thought. I was a fool in love, perhaps the biggest fool that I have met, anyways.

I was nervous to see him again. Would he reconsider accepting me into his life? But I scoffed at this idiotic thought immediately. Book boy wouldn't do something like that. The sex was amazing too! Who would want to give that up, honestly?

When I came to the library that following week, I was greeted by a loving kiss and a few sweet nothings that I returned to him. And we continued on with our schedule like nothing ever happened. There were a few more kisses here and there while we searched for books, but otherwise, it was as if we didn't make love on the library floor. We even passed the spot once and he didn't even utter a word. But the feeling between us had changed. I felt more understanding and love. Our feelings for each other had been confirmed and we seemed satisfied giving this personal information to each other.

Only one thing troubled me now—his name. Everything was running so smoothly so far but what of his name? I don't think he'll trust me any time soon with this information. That was just it—he didn't trust me. At all. This feeling overcomes me at the worst times during my day. I don't think my heart would be willing to take the pain of book boy not telling me his name soon.

I could get it out of Jakotsu easily, I supposed, but there had to be a good reason book boy wasn't going to give me his name so freely. Perhaps he favored the mystery he aired? Or maybe he was in some sort of trouble? Could he be cheating on a secret wife and I was a slut of a mistress?

Nah. That idea was too absurd. He told me for certain that he wasn't any way married and I can distinctly remember him not having a ring on his finger. Yes, it is possible he takes it off for our meetings (like any lying husband probably would), but Rin had proved my suspicions false. She had shared that her father didn't really date many women, and the ones he did…well…let's just say they weren't around very long. But I was certain that he didn't see me as another woman to push around. The sincerity in his eyes when he told me he loved me spoke for itself. His affection spoke its own words. I knew he cared for me deeply.

“Yo, Kaggy, are you feeling any better?” I raised my glance up to see Sango, the woman that I had previously been envious about before book boy entered my life. She's my best friend in the whole world. I could trust her with my life if I ever needed to, and I knew she would trust me just the same. We were never apart since grade school and we've all ready made it so far.

She towered over me from where I sat, one hand propping herself on my desk as she leaned. Her long chestnut brown hair swayed away from her bottom as she covered me completely in her uncomfortable shadow. Earlier this morning I had managed to vomit my breakfast. Sango insisted that I went home, but I retaliated saying I was fine to stay at work. She hasn't left my side since.

Her wary eyes looked me over to see if I looked anywhere near the color green. She seemed to approve me after a moment of intense staring before her lids lowered over her cocoa brown eyes. Placing a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of me, she crossed her arms to await my answer.

“I'm feeling better…coffee…” I flexed my fingers in wanting as I grabbed the coffee cup greedily. I pressed the Styrofoam cup to my lips, allowing the steam to waft up to my nose. I took a large audible gulp as I let the hot liquid burn lovingly down my throat.

“You're crazy.” She mumbled as she swept imaginary dust off her purple skirt before she sat down. “Well, you look fine enough. This happened yesterday too, right? And, if I remember correctly, it happened the day before that too. Are you sure you aren't feeling sick?”

“I'm feeling exceptionally well now.” I rubbed my cheek against the warm coffee cup with a doofy smile on my lips. “Coffee, coffee, coffee. My perfect little coffee. How I cherish you so.” I heard her snort in laugher as she kicked back leisurely in the chair she occupied.

“But seriously, Kags, do you think you should see a doctor or something?” I shrugged it off as I waved my hand to dismiss the idea.

“You know how much I hate doctors! What's the point when I know this is just a little stomach flu? It's nothing to get worked up over.” Sango nodded her head gently in agreement as I heard her sigh.

“I guess you're right. But it might not be a silly little flu, you know? What if you have a horrible gruesome disease that will make you hack up half your stomach?” I pursed my lips at this.

“Does a disease like that even exist? Or did you just make that up?” She barked another pretty laugh before a grin spread on her lips.

“Oh, I just made that up. But I do want you to get plenty of rest tonight, ya hear me? If you don't, I'll make sure to come over and beat you with a stick.” I sighed as I blew on the steam to get the coffee to cool down.

“Yes mom. But wouldn't it make me even more ill if you try to beat me with said stick?” She frowned playfully as I grinned back at her.

“You know what I mean, Kagsy. Now, tell me about that guy Naraku was yelling at me about. I'm eager to know who has captured the feeble heart of my own little Kagster. It has been seven years, you know?”

“Like hell I know.” I replied with a snort. “And what about my heart being feeble? At least I didn't try to kill my brother with a fork! They were about to pull out tranquilizer on you if you hadn't deflated like you had.” I pointed out, causing her cheeks to go red with embarrassment.

“Okay, so I went a little overboard. Sue me. You just don't get out much, Kags. To hear that you had a steady boyfriend was big news for me.” She scowled at the moment before swiftly, with inhuman like speed, grabbed my nearby book of Dinosaurs and Monsters (for Shippou) and shoved it down on my unsuspecting fingers. “And I still don't forgive you for not telling me about this!”

“Oww!” I cried. “Jeez, take my hand off, why don't you” I nimbly licked the plushy red flesh at the end of my fingertips. “I apologized anyways! Don't you get all pissy on me.” She sighed as she crossed her arms as I tended to my abused fingers. I watched her swivel away from me.

“Fine. Since I don't know any details, why don't you fill me in? Or are you not going to tell me anything about him and be secretive?” I frowned.

“I won't keep him secretive. He's young, a bit older than me. He's very handsome too, with long silver hair and amber eyes. I all ready informed you that we met at the nearby library.”

“Uh huh. So, he's kinda like you in a sense, right? You both swoon over the sight of books?” She donned a toothy grin. “Say, how handsome is he? Just give me a little number between one and ten and I'll let the issue rest.” I felt the heat spread across my cheeks as I saw her eyes widen at this reaction.

“I'd give him a ten.” I mumbled quickly as I glanced back down at the coffee in front of me. I twirled the stirrer in an antsy way before taking a quick sip. She was silent for a few moments, watching me fidget.

“You are completely won over.” She observed, a smile growing on her lips. “I'm so proud of you! I don't have to worry about you any more!” I scowled at her.

“And when have you worried about me?”

“Since…erm…well, since Inuyasha…umm…” She never was one to feel comfortable while talking about this issue. “Ever since Inuyasha burned you out for Kikyo.” I smiled pleasantly at her, causing her eyes to widen once more as she scooted back in her chair. Perhaps the smile was a bit too unexpected for her.

“I'm over that.” I replied calmly. “It was devastating the way he announced it in front of everyone on campus…but I really am over it. I've found someone sweet and worth my time and effort. Now don't give me that look.” She smiled warmly, a twinkle in her eye. She always favored happy endings, ever since she was a young child.

“That's so nice. You know I look out for you like a sister would. I really am proud.” I smiled brightly at her.

“Thanks, San. It really means a lot to me.” We shared the moment a few moments longer in silence before she decided to ponder more on the book boy discussion.

“Hey, you haven't mentioned his name yet. What is it? I want to know all about this library man that's stolen your heart.” I sighed with a rosy blush. What was I going to tell her?

“O-Oh…well, you know, its nothing of importance. I'll fill you in later. Right now I want to hear more about you. How is your life going?” She frowned at this disappointing swerve in conversation. I knew she would bring up his name later, but, for now, I wasn't exactly sure of what to tell her.

“Miroku is being all right. He's still the cheekiest little bastard you've ever met, but he's toned down a bit. He's stopped pawing other women.” I could see the anger rise in her irises as she bashed her fist on my desk. “But he's decided to grope me any other chance he can get! I'd rather have the lecher touching other women then me every five seconds!” I laughed good-heartedly.

“He has been quite tame lately. He hasn't asked me to mother his children in the longest of times.” Sango sighed shortly.

“Good. Tell me if he does, and I'll give him a piece of my mind.” She then gasped after a few moments of silence. “Oh my! How could I almost forget? I have some gossip for you, fresh from the oven.” This piqued my interest as I leaned forward on my desk so that our faces were close to each other. The closer we were, the less of a chance it would be heard.

“You know how Yura had been seeing that man? The really quiet one from the twenty second floor?” I shook my head.

“No. I haven't heard a thing!” She frowned.

“Jeez, you're really out of touch. It was a huge affair. His name is Hiten Kurosawa.” I snapped my fingers as the familiar face struck me.

“I know him! What happened?”

“Yura told me a few weeks ago that she had been feeling sick in the mornings. I saw her too! She told me a few weeks ago that she was pregnant with Hiten's child!” This struck me unbelievably hard, but she continued on. “When Hiten found out, he got up and left her in the dust. No one knows where he went. Isn't that just horrible?” She sighed. “I'm gonna buy her some baby blankets or something. We should chip in together.”

I stared at her in disbelief as she continued with her gossip, my mouth slightly open in shock. Did I have the symptoms of being…of being pregnant? It had been weeks since I last had sex with book boy, and my mornings haven't been too wonderful as of late…was I really pregnant?

“Sango.” I whispered, stopping her in mid-sentence. “We're going to the store.”

“Why?” She asked as she tilted her head to the side confused. “Did you just think of an errand or something?” I nodded quickly before she could say anymore. I had to dismiss the idea of me being pregnant from my mind! It wasn't possible!

“Yes. A very important errand.”

I was panicking. What would he say if I really was pregnant? Would he leave me like Yura was? I highly doubted it, though the thought nagged in my mind. Book boy is a very responsible man…but his name…I still don't know his name! What would I do then? I'd be carrying the child of a nameless man. It would label me as some type of whore with a bastard child.

Don't think like that, Kagome! I couldn't be pregnant. Or, it really wasn't determined yet that was. I just had to wait for that stupid little test that Sango and I had picked up from that stupid little grocery store around the corner.

“You really think you're pregnant?” She asked softly as I watched her slowly walk back and forth in a pace like manner in front of where I sat on my couch. “I mean…Kagome, you can't be pregnant. It's impossible. You're Kagome. You can't be pregnant.” I smiled feebly.

“I'm probably just fretting over nothing.” I comforted her gently. She seemed to be more of a wreck than I was. But that was just Sango—she took worrying to heart when it came to one of her closet friends. “It's just a silly little stomach flu, San. Could you go check to see if it's readable? It's been minutes. I really don't want to look at it.” She nodded numbly as she now returned the comfort I had supplied her in a smile. She trudged to the bathroom proudly to see what my fate had come to.

Minutes later she walked out of the bathroom with glazy blank eyes. I watched her slowly make her way to the couch and plop down besides me.

“Sango.” I said sternly, inside my stomach doing flips. “Tell me I'm worrying over nothing. I'm not really pregnant. Say so.” She mutely turned her head towards me and gave a little shake to signify a flat `No'.

“Kagome…you're pregnant.” My eyes widen as I felt my world shatter around me as I ran to the bathroom to see that the test had proved positive. But I was not yet ready to know if I was truly pregnant. I took test after test from random shelves of stores, and each time they read a positive signal. So it only proved I was pregnant. Thirty-five tests in a row only proved it.

Now, as I lay on my bed an hour after Sango had left, I was starting to warm up to the idea. So I, little miss innocent, was pregnant. It only figured that book boy would conceive a child on the first try.

“My luck. My damned luck.” I mumbled to myself as I placed my hand on my now flat stomach. To think, months later this would be round and I'd be a true pregnant woman.

I frowned as I thought of book boy. What in the world would I tell him? Would I even tell him? I scoffed at the idea of not informing him I was pregnant. It would be obvious with my rounding stomach. I just couldn't hide that from him. He'd find out sooner or later. And then he'd be anger that I didn't tell him he was the father of my child. He has the right to know I'm pregnant.

But didn't I have the right to know his name? He still hasn't told me a thing yet. Should I have a secret too? But the thought of not telling him…it made me shudder. I couldn't lie to him. He shouldn't be oblivious to this, like I am of his life.

“Okay, Kags.” I mumbled aloud. “We'll do this. We'll be extra sneaky this next month and try to take out his name from him. If that works, we'll tell him. If it comes to the end of the month, we'll tell him anyway.” This plan seemed effective. Yes, I would be extra nosy and either way he'd find out I was pregnant. Perfect plan, right?

“My dear, you seem worried.” I looked up at his face, nervousness filling my mind as he looked at me with that softening gaze. It was too much to bear. He kissed my ear before moving to my neck, his fingers playing with my hair. “Tell me what troubles you.”

“It's nothing important.” I lied, cringing as I felt his soft lips on mine. “What about you? You seem a bit worried too.” He sighed as he stroked my hair softly. I allowed my lids to lower as he continued to play with the locks that he so enjoyed.

“Kagome, I want to ask you something.”

“Fine by me.”

“Do you believe…do you believe that I'm a good person?” He asked gently, his voice laced with sadness. “Do I treat you fair enough? Do I love you enough?” I blinked my eyes twice in surprise at his troubling questions as I turned to look him square in his amber eyes. The sadness and despair that lurked in his eyes made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach.

“You're wonderful.” I comforted gently as I caressed his neck. “What would make you think you weren't a good person?”

“…” He didn't reply as his eyes washed over me.

“And you love me plenty. Don't let anyone tell you anything different.” I sighed softly. “As for if you are fair to me, I think you are not.”

“How?” He asked softly.

“Your name, book boy. Your name is what is unfair to me.” I was startled when I felt his lips on my forehead as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me to his chest.

“I know. And I apologize.” He whispered sincerely as I snuggled into his embrace. How could you lie to someone so sweet? I felt tremendously guilty of what I was going to put him through.

“Why don't you tell me?”

“It's much more complicated.” He mumbled. “I will tell you someday…soon. If I can find a way to.” I was about to question how he would find a way to tell me, but he hushed me. “Let's not talk about this.” I respected his wishes, though I was disappointed from the turn from this conversation.

“When do you want to meet my family?” I asked with a smile. “My mother lives a while away from here, but I want you to meet my brother soon. Do you think I could bring him next time?”

“I would like to hear of this infamous Naraku of yours.” I smiled warmly as I kissed his cheek in affection before nuzzling his neck with my nose.

“Good. And, I was thinking that this summer we could plan our trip to America. I can get a week off work and we could bring the children. What do you say?” I was answered with his lips placed on mine to confirm my plans. I smiled as I let go of his warm lips, my arms brushing his clothed arm. “Book boy?” I asked curiously as I inspected the piece of clothing on his arm.

“Yes?

“Now that I really think about it, I've never seen you with a short sleeve shirt on, even when it's warm. Why is that?” He quirked his eyebrow up to its usual place as he glanced down at his arms.

“You didn't ask last week?” He asked, more to himself than to me. “Figures you didn't. We were in the library after all…”

“What are you hiding under there? Something odd?” I questioned as I tugged a bit on the fabric. Was he scarred from a burn? Or maybe he had a nasty cut that he didn't want anyone to see?

“I don't really like many people to see it. When I was younger I had some tattoo work done. This was before I dreamed of a teaching career.” He smirked as he rolled up his sleeves, allowing me to se magenta stripes lining his arms. “I was drunk at the time. I have them to my wrist. When they're out in the open, they draw unwanted attention.”

I fingered his skin in awe at the beautiful work of the tattoos he had gotten. It looked like the magenta skin was some sort of velvet the way they caught my eye. He watched me silently as I ran my finger up and down the four stripes on his right arm before switching to his left.

“What do you think?” He asked, smiling slightly at my admiration for them.

“They're magnificent!” I mumbled as I lifted his wrist to place a kiss against the colored skin. “It kinda makes you a yakuza or something.” I giggled at this. “But they really are fantastic. Do you know who did the work? I've never seen such a pretty color…”

“I was drunk.” He reminded me simply. “I normally don't show these to anyone, I hope you realize. Even Rin has only seen a few glimpses herself.”

“You don't let your own daughter see your bare arms?” I asked slowly, quite confused. Once you thought about it, it was quite odd. When I was younger, before my father left, I remember him lounging out in the sun with his shirt off by the pool. So this meant that book boy never did that type of thing?

“No.” He answered simply.

“Never ever?” His eyebrow rose even higher at this.

“No.”

“What about swimming?” I asked, inching closer to him. “You had to take her swimming one time or another, didn't you? How else would you teach her?”

“She can't swim.” He mumbled defeated, rather ashamed, at the fact that he never taught his daughter how to swim. “I never took the time to teach her.” I gaped at him, my lips parted as I stared at him. He sighed at my look. “I know I should have taught her, but I didn't—”

“I am taking that girl to the pool this weekend!” I cried as I jabbed my finger at his chest. “We're you planning to have her not know how to swim? For crying out loud, book boy, I've known since I was the young age of four!”

“But I—”

“No buts! When she's older, what if she randomly decides she wants to go on a boat ride with a super cute guy? And she manages to embarrass her self in front of him by falling off the boat's edge when they were going to take a dip? What'd you do then?” I asked loudly, lost in my own imagination. “She would just drown away and you'd have no way to stop it! What a horrible parent you are!” I teased mercilessly as his eye gave a visible twitch.

“A… `super cute guy'?” He asked me, his eyes hardening.

“Oh, don't tell me you're one of those really protective fathers that won't allow their daughter to date until they're married!” I sighed. “You really need a reality check, don't you now, book boy? She's going to grow up, you know? A man has to be turned off it a woman can't swim. What about the cute swimsuits she couldn't put to use? It'd all be a waste!”

“Kagome…” He started, but I cut him off with a wave of the hand.

“I'm not done yet. It all revolves around swimming, book boy. By the time I'm finished teaching her, she'll be a champion!” I stopped, catching the breath that I lost as he stared at me blankly, unsure of how to take my advice to him.

“I'll…I'll be sure to sign her up for lessons?” He asked, wondering if it was the answer I was looking for. I giggled as I tipped over from his lap to the couch pillows.

“My, do you look frightened!” I cried, muffled from the pillow to cover my taunting laughs. He soon gathered himself to see that my questioning was all a huge joke in my eyes. I felt his arms around me as a chuckle erupted from his lips. I didn't exactly like that type of laugh…it sounded evil.

I squealed as I felt his hands clamp down on my sides, freezing me where I laid.

“My dear, the favor must be repaid.” My eyes widened considerably as I felt his fingers stroke the tender ticklish sin of my sides. My laughter started anew as he maliciously tickled me until tears streamed down my cheeks, as my throat grew hoarse. When he was satisfied that he had put me through enough torture, I laid on the floor twitching from the punishment he had given me for laughing at him. I took a greedy breath of air before plopping my forehead to the carpeting of the library floors.

“So…tired…can't…move…” He smiled as he graciously helped me off the ground into his protective arms.

“Now, will you try to tease me again?” He asked as I snuggled into the warmth that he gave me.

“I dunno. I might.” I yawned childishly as I jumped into his arms. He was slightly surprised at my action, but grabbed my legs anyway before I could fall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as my arms snuggled around his neck as I made myself comfortable. Soon enough, I was asleep.

The next time I awoke, I was in my own bed. Naraku was away that night on certain `business', so the apartment was quiet. I frowned when I saw that book boy wasn't with me at my side. My hands immediately went down to my stomach sadly.

It wasn't right for him not to know. This was eating me up inside, and I know that couldn't be good for the baby. Perhaps my plan wasn't too thought out as I thought it was. I would tell him the next time I saw him, for sure. I scheduled a check up with my doctor yesterday for next Wednesday. Book boy should be there with me.

I smiled. That was the right thing to do. I would announce it to both Naraku and book boy at the same time. It was perfect! Killing two birds with one stone, eh? Besides, they'd have to find out one way or another. But, maybe since book boy is the father of my child, I should tell him first. Then I could announce it to Naraku once book boy overcomes his shock. A camera will definitely be brought.

What would I do if book boy wasn't ready to have a child? I certainly couldn't just drop my baby off at a foster home…abortion was way out of line. I rubbed my belly. I would just have to keep it and raise it as my own. How I wish it'd be a baby girl.

“We'll be all right, my darling.” I whispered. “Everything will turn out all right, especially with you little one.”

“Mama…mwa…potato…” I grinned at the little boy who stood in front of me, his eyes closed as his head tilted to his side. I scooted over with a small giggle. Shippou was sleeping walking again. It was a good thing he didn't end up in the bathtub like last time. Naraku found the whole situation hilarious and turned on the shower water on him. I made Naraku scrub all the tiles in the apartment spotless after that.

“Come in bed, my little love. Tomorrow we'll have potatoes for dinner, if you'd like?” I asked as I helped him under the covers. He smiled softly as he curled up in the sheets, making me giggle. Potatoes. What a wonderful idea for dinner tomorrow! What a funny thing if he remembers his dream.

“Oh, Ship, you won't be alone for long.” I murmured softly, comfortingly to the little boy as I stroked the little boys' hair. “Wait nine more months, darling, nine more months.”