InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Moon and Destiny: Tsuki to Shukuen ❯ Act 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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By: ZeroSoul
Okay, the story so far for those who have not been with us:

- Shukuen is gay and has a boyfriend named Yuki. Shukuen is also being bullied by some kids at school. He just told his father, Inu-Yasha, that he was gay. Inu-Yasha accepts Shukuen’s individuality, but is a little hurt. Reichou is Sango and Miroku’s son, who suspects he might be gay. Shippou, adopted by Sango and Miroku, is a delinquent who enjoys drinking and smoking. Tsuki has a boyfriend named Akumashugi who may not appear who he is. Kagome is thrilled to have her tomboyish daughter have a boyfriend, but Inu-Yasha is aloof of the idea. Kikyo is now the village priestess since Kaede has died who is having casual sex with Sesshoumaru, but wonders if Sesshoumaru and her are in a true relationship. Meanwhile, Inu-Yasha wonders if he’s a bad father.

:) This is turning into a real soap opera! Also, a note: sake is Japanese rice wine, not that you should drink it, but it’s something you should know.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 192 | Status: Completed

Act 7:
 
Inu-Yasha had gone over to Miroku and Sango's house the next day while Shukuen and Tsuki were at school. When he arrived at the house, Sango had gone out shopping and Reichou and Shippou were also at school. Miroku let him inside of the house and severed up sake.
“What's wrong, Inu-Yasha?” Miroku asked, “You look a little miserable,”
“I guess its Shukuen,” Inu-Yasha sighed. He then explained, “He told me last night he was gay. I guess I'm having some trouble accepting the idea that my son dates other boys. Then Tsuki has this boyfriend of hers that I don't like either,” He then sighed again and took some sake. “I think my life is going to hell, Miroku. Do you think…I'm a bad father?”
Miroku looked at Inu-Yasha quizzically, “What? No, you're not a bad father. You know, it's not easy raising kids,” He took a sip of the sake. “It's hell having to manage kids, especially when they're teenagers and they get all rebellious and such. Sometimes, you have to seem like a tyrant to get them to behave,”
“But what Shukuen?” Inu-Yasha asked, “I don't know what to do with him now. I've never met…one of those people before in my life until now,”
“You're just going to have to accept it,” Miroku answered, “Teenagers in this time have to feel some sort of acceptance from their parents. If they don't, it just makes it worse. You're not a bad father, compared to me,” He sighed. “I wish I could do something with Shippou. He's getting worse every day it seems. So far, he's been expelled from two schools,”
“That reminds me of Tsuki. I wonder if it's my fault she's like this. I remember when she was born…I wasn't exactly as happy as I should have been because she a girl. I wanted a son, but I paid attention to her as much as I could. But when Shukuen was born, I was so happy and content that I had a son…someone to be just like me. I started to ignore Tsuki because I was so busy being with my son. I remember Tsuki getting so upset at Shukuen and she would try to hurt him because she wanted me. She didn't want to share me with anyone. She was very dangerous when angry because she has more demon in her than anything else,”
“It's never too late in life or books to rewrite. Maybe you could start all over with Tsuki? Try and talk to her; get her to forgive and forget,”
“No, it's too late. She doesn't listen to a word I say,”
The phone rang. Miroku picked it up, “Hello? Yes? Yes,” He paused. “WHAT?!” Another pause. “I'll be over there soon. Just keep him there. Thank you,” He then hung up the phone and went for the car keys.
“What happened?” Inu-Yasha asked.
“Shippou, again,” Miroku grumbled, “From what I heard form the school nurse, a student found him smoking in the boy's locker room. Then he threw up and passed out. The nurse says that he's a total mess. I have to go down and talk to the school principal. They're considering getting him expelled,”
 
Reichou and Shukuen ran into the office. The nurse was sitting at her desk outside of the door to her office, filing her nails. Both of them had frightened looks on their face. “Is Shippou here? Is he okay?” Reichou asked.
The nurse looked at Reichou, “You're Shippou's family, right?”
“I'm his brother,” Reichou said.
“And I'm a family friend,” Shukuen answered.
“Good. Misery loves company,” the nurse answered. She showed them inside of the office. Shippou was lying on his side. His hair was a mess, his nose was bleeding, his eyes red and watery, and slime all over the front of his short. He was gasping for air.
“Shippou!” Reichou gasped. He ran over to Shippou's side.
“What happened to you?” Shukuen asked.
Shippou looked at them and coughed, “…drugged…kids in class…drink...something in it…morning…smoked…sick…”
“Don't speak,” Reichou answered, “You're not making any sense,”
Shippou forced a single word out of his mouth: “…Kentaro…”
Shukuen's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Reichou still tried to decipher the meaning of the word, but Shukuen knew all too well. He understood was Shippou was saying. He ran out of the office, down the hallway, and to the boy's bathroom - where bullies roamed. Reichou was left to stay by Shippou's side.
Shukuen flung the door open to the bathroom. Kentaro, Miki, and Takeo were chatting. When they saw Shukuen enter, they stopped talking.
“Well, well, well,” Kentaro said, “the bitch returns,” He cracked his knuckles. “I didn't have you scheduled for a beating until after school, but I think we can make an exception,”
“You did that Shippou!” Shukuen yelled, “You drugged his drink! You made him sick!”
Miki shrugged off the accusations, “So? We were the ones who gave him the cigarettes and the beer in the first place. As my mother would put, `You lie down with dogs, you're bound to get fleas,' He had it coming to him anyways,”
“What did you do to him?!”
“A special little drug from a some country. Grows from the poppy plant. Very potent, though I don't expect it to do such a number on Shippou,” He shrugged. “Oh well,”
Shukuen clenched his teeth.
“Oh well?! How can you just say that?! Shippou will probably never be the same after this! He might even die from it!”
“Your point is what?” Takeo asked. He then snickered, “We saw Shippou's ears. He's not even human, is he? He's probably some sort of alien or freak of nature. He doesn't deserve to live anyways. I even saw your father once and your sister. They have ears like him too. You're probably not even human yourself. You're probably an oni who devoured the flesh of a boy that looked like the real Shukuen,”
“I am the real Shukuen!” Shukuen yelled.
“It's a real shame too about the fact you're not human, especially your sister,” Kentaro sighed. He then stepped up to Shukuen and leaned towards his ear, “because she looks like a real slut and I wouldn't mind screwing her,”
Claws raked across Kentaro's face. Kentaro stumbled backwards. He felt warm blood dribble down his face. He looked around to see what had caught him off guard - then he saw Shukuen. Shukuen's hair was silver, he had dog-ears on top of his head, his eyes yellow, and he had grown claws. He growled at Kentaro and leapt at him.
“Shukuen!” Kentaro gasped. He rolled over onto his side so that Shukuen would miss, “Shukuen, old buddy old pal! I was just kidding about that whole thing with sister! I mean, she's really not my type at all! I mean, who likes tomboys anyways?”
Shukuen didn't answer as he slashed Kentaro's arm, sending more blood. Miki and Takeo were paralyzed in fear as Shukuen continued the attack. He started to rip and shred at Kentaro's body - sending fresh blood onto the walls and floor. Finally, Miki and Takeo came to their senses: they ran out of the bathroom and as far away as they could from Shukuen.
Miki and Takeo kept on running until they bumped into someone - Tsuki. Tsuki looked down at the two with disgust, “What are you two morons doing without your beloved leader?”
Miki's face was white with horror, “Tsuki! You've got to calm your brother down! He'll kill Kentaro at this rate!”
“Yeah right,” Tsuki muttered, “Shukuen's as harmless as a fly,”
“He's not kidding!” Takeo said, “There's blood in the boy's bathroom!”
Tsuki paused. Then she ran in direction of the boy's bathroom with Miki and Takeo at her heels. She forced open the door and the first thing she saw was blood. The second thing she saw was a black haired Shukuen. He was sitting in the corner on the floor, curled up into a little ball and crying. Kentaro was opposite him; he had slash wounds on his legs and arms. Miki and Takeo ran over to Kentaro.
“Dude, are you okay?” Takeo asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Kentaro gasped. He then forced a smile, “My old man's done worse to me. I'll live,”
“Freaks!” Miki said at Tsuki and Shukuen as he helped Kentaro out of the bathroom, “You'll get what's coming to you! The government should keep your freaks locked up where you belong! You'll see! I'll tell my father and he's a policeman! He'll make sure you get what's coming to you!”
Tsuki ignored him as she sat next to Shukuen, “Shukuen…Shukuen, what happened?”
Shukuen was sobbing, “Tsuki! I lost…I lost control…the demon…he took over! I just got so angry…and the…the last thing I remembered…I remember Kentaro pleading for his life…he was saying a prayer…just like the other one…just like…”
Tsuki held her brother, “It's okay, Shukuen. It's not your fault,”
“Yes, it is!” Shukuen sobbed, “It is my fault! It's all my fault! It's…it's just like…like when I was in second grade,”
“Second grade?”
“Yes, you were at a different school then. But, when I was in second grade, it was Valentine's Day and I gave a Valentine to a boy. A boy I liked…his name was…Ken. But when Ken found the Valentine, he called me a freak. He made fun of me. From that day on, he always teased me. It was horrible. I cried so much, but I never told Mom or Dad or anyone about. I hated going to school. Then, one day, Ken got a group of his friends and it was after school and they started to…hit me. I was in so much pain, but then…Ken spit on me and called me `fag'.
“I lost it. I got angry and I lost control of the demon inside of me. I attacked Ken and I remember the blood…the blood was sprinkling from him like a fountain…it was everywhere. I only calmed down when Ken was lying there on the ground, still bleeding, barely alive. I ran away from there and went home and I cried even more, because I thought he was dead. But that wasn't what really bothered me. There were no adults to see it, so they figured all the other kids were telling tales about a demon. They fought Ken had injured himself or something like that. They blamed it on something else…a school bully who was in the area.
“But it wasn't him! It was me! I was the one that hurt Ken! Not the bully! It was me! It was me! It was me and no one could figure it out!” Shukuen started to cry even more. “…it was me…it was me…it was me…it was me…”
Tsuki sighed as she squeezed Shukuen even tighter; she didn't know what she could say about the bloodshed, but she knew that she had to comfort her younger brother in anyway possible.
 
“You have to understand, sir,” the principal stated, “we have a no-tolerance policy for what your son has done. In the past year, he has be disobedient, rude, caught smoking, caught drinking, and now we suspect he maybe taking drugs,”
Miroku nodded. He was the principal's office with Sango. It was after school. The school nurse still had Shippou in her office and his condition wasn't improving. Reichou, Tsuki, and Shukuen were in there with him, keeping his company. An ambulance had been called for Kentaro as soon as the nurse saw him and he was off in the hospital. Tsuki had cleaned up Shukuen (and some of the blood on the boy's bathroom floor and walls using paper towels) and given him her gym shirt and pants to wear.
“My son, Reichou,” Miroku said, “had told me that Shippou may have drugged by one of the students at this school, named Miki. I admit, Shippou is not perfect, but he is not the one to dabble in drugs,”
“There is the idea of that, sir. But you must understand that after such an incident to add onto all the other incidents that your son has caused, I have to say that this is no place for Shippou,” the principal concluded, “I have looked at his past school records and I see a pattern. His grades are good, but he has behavior issues. Have you considered that Shippou may have a disorder some sort?”
“Are you saying that Shippou's crazy?” Sango asked.
“Not crazy, per se. Just a little unwell,” the principal said. He then explained, “It might be that Shippou just has a chemical imbalance in him and it makes him act this way. What I suggest is that if you wish to keep Shippou in school, you should try and get him tested for a disorder. His grades will start to slip if his behavior continues like this, but if he has a disorder, then we can put aside some special classes for him to help him with these issues. Maybe get some medication for him to keep him normal or take a psychologist,”
“How would we get him tested?” Miroku asked.
“Oh very simple. He would come in early on a non-school day, like Sunday, and then we would have him perform some tasks to see how his skills are when it comes down to focus, cooperation, teamwork, and reasoning. Then by grading to see how he does in these categories, a psychologist can decipher what is wrong,”
“I think it's good idea,” Sango admitted.
“What…?” Miroku asked.
Sango sighed, “Shippou is a unique boy and I think he's having trouble adjusting. The city might be affecting him. I want him to adjust and be like everyone else, but there's so many obstacles in the way. I think we should do it,”
Miroku sighed, “I suppose…”
“Good,” the principal said, “we'll have him tested this Sunday at 6 o' clock,”
 
Shippou's face was plastered with sweat. Reichou felt his forehead and made a face as he looked at Shukuen, “He's burning up,” At hearing this, Tsuki got up and headed for the door.
“Tsuki? Where are you going?” Shukuen asked.
“I can't take this anymore!” Tsuki said, “I've got to get some air!”
“But, Tsuki-” Shukuen began. Tsuki was already gone. Shukuen sighed as he looked at Reichou, “Are you okay? It must be really hard for you to see Shippou like this,”
“I'm fine,” Reichou answered. A few minuets of silence went between Shukuen and him. Finally, Reichou spoke, “Shukuen…how did you know you were first gay?”
Shukuen looked at his feet, “I always thought I was different, besides the demon in me. I didn't realize what `gay' was until I was in middle school and I met a lesbian. She explained it all to me and that's when I knew I was `gay'. I had always liked boys. My first crush was a boy,” He then looked at Reichou. “Why do you want to know?”
Reichou paused. He now looked at his feet as well, “…I like you…”
Shukuen blinked, “…what?”
“I like you, Shukuen,” Reichou admitted. His cheeks began to flush, “I like you a lot. I don't know why, but it's something about you that makes me kind of…feel happy,”
Shukuen smiled a little, but he didn't look entirely happy, “That's great, Reichou, but I…”
Shukuen didn't finish his sentence. Reichou pressed his lips to his mouth, covering the words. Shukuen's brain raced for an answer - this was wrong! He had a Yuki! He was supposed to be kissing Yuki, not Reichou! But why did it feel so right…so complete? Shukuen soon found himself kissing Reichou back. Their tongues met and Shukuen felt so hot and warm as they continued kissing each other.
“Reichou,”
Reichou looked at the doorway - Miroku was standing there. He took his lips away from Shukuen and his face drained of all color. Miroku's eyes were dangerous and angry slits. Shukuen looked at Miroku and his breath seemed to be caught in his throat. Reichou didn't know what to say - he felt so scared and frightened all of a sudden that he could hardly breathe.
“Get your Shippou and let's go home,” Miroku said; his voice could have iced the entire room. Reichou meekly nodded and helped Shippou off of the bed. He then went to the door and left with Miroku. Shukuen was left alone in the room, feeling deserted.
 
Tsuki was back at the park again. She just needed some time alone; just to get away from it all. Not that many people were in the park today - perfect. She headed towards the Bone Eater's Well, lifted the lid and disappeared down the hole.
 
Kikyo sighed as she swept dust from the front of her hut door. The villagers were rebuilding today and most of them were off in the forest chopping down trees and gathering wood. She had been alone the night before - Sesshoumaru hadn't come and she had convinced herself that that didn't bother her at all. She then saw in the distance at the edge of the woods - a scrawny girl, just reaching 13.
Rin.
`And where there's Rin, there's Sesshoumaru,' Kikyo thought. She approached Rin and looked at the girl. She was shaking; still scared of Kikyo.
“Do you know to speak?” Kikyo asked Rin.
Rin meekly nodded.
“Then answer me this,” Kikyo said, “why are you frightened of me?”
“Because you're a ghost,” Rin answered quietly, “You may look like a lady, but you're a ghost. I can see through your skin. You have the souls of others inside of you and your body is eating them…”
Kikyo paused, “How do you-”
“Rin,” a firm voice, “go to the river,”
Rin looked behind her to see Sesshoumaru. She ran away and off in the woods and in the blink of an eye the girl was gone. Sesshoumaru approached Kikyo.
“That girl,” Kikyo said, “she has the second sight, does she not?”
“Yes,” Sesshoumaru answered, “she just started using it, but it keeps her up all night. She's afraid to sleep because she keeps seeing the ghosts of the dead and she tells that they try to take her soul,”
“Don't demons like you,” Kikyo said as her tone grew icy and she turned her back to Sesshoumaru, “prefer to do your mischief in the darkness?”
“Am I supposed to run and hide from the sun?” Sesshoumaru answered, “I only came because this area has one of my half-brother's spawn's scent all around it. It's more demonic than human,”
“What is your real reason for coming here, Sesshoumaru?” Kikyo snapped, “Just to have your way with me like you do every few weeks?!”
“On the contrary, I came here because I wished to talk to about something that you may find very interesting,”
“What could you possible have that would interest me?”
“Some days ago, I saw into a young man, almost blooming into adulthood, who was an albino. He was eating the flesh of some minor demons. He only looked at me once and he spoke. `What are you doing here?' I thought he had been some sort of fairy until I heard that voice - it was a very familiar voice that sounded just as deep and as taint with evil as it. I ran to attack him, but he disappeared in a puff of smoke,”
“You come here to tell me of some fairy boy you saw?”
“Not some fairy boy, a full blooded demon - who had the voice of Naraku and his power to absorb the flesh of other demons to make himself stronger,”
Kikyo froze and her eye's widened. She then took a breath of air to calm herself, “Come to the hut. We have much to talk about,”
 
Reichou let out a cry of pain as he stumbled onto the floor. He held his hand to his eye and gingerly touched it - it was swelling. He could feel the skin around it starting to turn black. He shook off the shock of the blow and looked up at his father with a horror in his eyes. His father went for another blow…
“Dad!” Reichou yelled, “Stop! Please! I'm sorry! It's just who I am! You would always accept me no matter who or what I was! Dad! Stop it!”
“No son of mine is going to a fag!” his father answered, “I could understand that spawn of Inu-Yasha and Kagome being one of them, but not you! You're a full blood human, Reichou! You're not one of those things!” His eyes grew to dangerous slits. “You're the only son I have and I will not let you embarrass me like this!”
“But, Dad-” Reichou began.
“It's wrong, Reichou! You know and I know it!” his father yelled, “Boys aren't supposed to be together! You can't truly love another boy! It's just one of your stupid phases!”
Reichou looked down at the ground, “But, Dad-”
“From now on, I don't want you hanging around Shukuen or even talking to him or I swear to God I'll throw you out of the house and onto the street! You'll be homeless and starve to death!“
Reichou gulped, “Yes…yes, father…”
His father snorted as he turned to the door. He was still fuming with anger. “You're a good son, Reichou. It's not truly all your fault. It's Shukuen's mostly. He's the one making you think you like other boys. He's the one that's causing all this trouble,” his father said.
The door shut. His father went into the hallway. His mother was waiting. Reichou could hear them talking.
“I heard some yelling. Is everything okay?” his mother asked.
“Everything's fine,” his father answered, “We're transfer Reichou to another school. I don't want him…around any of those bullies that made Shippou that way. I think a Catholic school would be best,”
Reichou didn't cry - no, he felt like throwing up and he felt like punching himself.
 
Tsuki looked around the woods. She had wandered for at least an hour now and she was back where Akumashugi and her had met some nights ago. She looked at her reflection in the lake and sighed. Everything was getting so crazy now; she needed somewhere to go and clear her head - to get away from the hustle and bustle of the Tokyo city.
In the water of the lake, she could see someone leaning over her. Tsuki spun around and saw it was Akumashugi: he had snuck up on her again.
“How many times have I told you not scare me like that?” Tsuki muttered.
“As many times as I say `I love you',” Akumashugi sweetly answered. He kissed Tsuki on the cheek, “What's the matter? You usually don't come during the daytime,”
Tsuki sighed and she held onto Akumashugi, “There's…there's too much going on. I just need to stay here awhile. I just need to unwind. You'll let me stay here with you, right Akumashugi?”
Akumashugi smiled, “There is always room for one more in my hut,”
Tsuki held on even tighter and tears came out of her eyes, “I love you,”
Akumashugi kissed her on the lips, “And I truly love you,”
They disappeared into a puff of smoke.