InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Past, Present, and Future ❯ Demon's Revelations ( Chapter 4 )
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By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Souta has a talk with Sesshoumaru and Shizuka.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.16.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 654 | Visits: 500 | Status: Work In Progress
Souta has a talk with Sesshoumaru and Shizuka.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.16.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 654 | Visits: 500 | Status: Work In Progress
“Wait a minute,” Souta said, shaking his head. “I don’t believe you.”
“I think you do,” Shizuka replied, giving him a gentle punch in the arm. “You’re just a little shocked.”
“That’s the biggest understatement ever. So let me get this straight,” he said, pointing over to the taiyoukai leaning up against Goshinboku. “He’s Inuyasha’s half-brother. You’re Kagome and Inuyasha’s daughter, so that makes me your uncle. And Inuyasha died even before you were born.”
“Sounds about right,” Shizuka said with a shrug.
“So that’s it? There’s only two of you left?”
“Nah, Shippo and Kirara are still around. They like to travel, though. Last we heard from them they were in Russia somewhere, but they were headed back soon just to see you, little buddy.”
“Whoa,” Souta said and collapsed on his back into the grass.
“You said it,” Shizuka said, and gave a mischievous grin as she turned to Sesshoumaru. “So, should we tell him more about you and my mother?”
“Save it for another day,” Sesshoumaru smirked.
“What do you mean, him and Kagome?” Souta asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Heh, never mind. You’ve heard enough head-busting info for today.” Shizuka laughed, and pulled Souta’s backpack into her lap.
She began to nose through his bag, looking through papers and books that held little interest to her. At the bottom of the bag she felt a stitched ball rolling around, and she pulled it out with a laugh. Souta sat up as she spun the baseball around on the tapered tip of her claw. She could feel her youkai uncle rolling his eyes from somewhere behind her.
“You play?” Souta asked.
“I would,” she said, bringing the ball out of its spin to throw it up and catch it again. “Not many people to play with when you’re in my position, though.”
Souta ripped his bag out of Shizuka’s lap and opened the side pocket to pull out his glove. He crouched down in the grass a few feet away, one hand behind his back, his glove ready to receive her pitch.
“Let’s see what you got,” he said.
Shizuka smirked and got to her feet. “I’ll go easy on you,” she said, giving the ball one last spin.
“You better not.”
“You’re forgetting you’re playing with a demon,” she said, preparing to wind up for her pitch. “Well, quarter demon.”
She threw the ball, utilizing just enough of her inhuman strength to impress him and not bruise his hand. The ball crashed into the pocket of his glove with a satisfying leathery smack.
“Holy crap!” Souta said. He dropped the ball and ripped his hand out of his glove, wringing it out against the sting of her fastball. “You don’t play guitar, do you?”
Shizuka laughed. “No, but I swing a mean sword. You should see sometime. ”
“Tetsusaiga?” he said with a knowing smile, tossing her the ball.
“Yep.”
A honking horn disturbed the neighborhood quiet, and they looked towards the house to see a car pulling into the driveway.
“Mom’s home,” Souta said as Mrs. Higurashi got out of her car.
“You know what that means,” Shizuka said.
“Yeah,” Souta said, returning his mother’s wave. “We have to tell her about Kagome. And you guys.”
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at the boy’s casual tone. “You don’t sound concerned about how your mother may react to all of this.”
“Are you kidding?” Souta laughed. “Nothing phases mom.”
“I think you do,” Shizuka replied, giving him a gentle punch in the arm. “You’re just a little shocked.”
“That’s the biggest understatement ever. So let me get this straight,” he said, pointing over to the taiyoukai leaning up against Goshinboku. “He’s Inuyasha’s half-brother. You’re Kagome and Inuyasha’s daughter, so that makes me your uncle. And Inuyasha died even before you were born.”
“Sounds about right,” Shizuka said with a shrug.
“So that’s it? There’s only two of you left?”
“Nah, Shippo and Kirara are still around. They like to travel, though. Last we heard from them they were in Russia somewhere, but they were headed back soon just to see you, little buddy.”
“Whoa,” Souta said and collapsed on his back into the grass.
“You said it,” Shizuka said, and gave a mischievous grin as she turned to Sesshoumaru. “So, should we tell him more about you and my mother?”
“Save it for another day,” Sesshoumaru smirked.
“What do you mean, him and Kagome?” Souta asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Heh, never mind. You’ve heard enough head-busting info for today.” Shizuka laughed, and pulled Souta’s backpack into her lap.
She began to nose through his bag, looking through papers and books that held little interest to her. At the bottom of the bag she felt a stitched ball rolling around, and she pulled it out with a laugh. Souta sat up as she spun the baseball around on the tapered tip of her claw. She could feel her youkai uncle rolling his eyes from somewhere behind her.
“You play?” Souta asked.
“I would,” she said, bringing the ball out of its spin to throw it up and catch it again. “Not many people to play with when you’re in my position, though.”
Souta ripped his bag out of Shizuka’s lap and opened the side pocket to pull out his glove. He crouched down in the grass a few feet away, one hand behind his back, his glove ready to receive her pitch.
“Let’s see what you got,” he said.
Shizuka smirked and got to her feet. “I’ll go easy on you,” she said, giving the ball one last spin.
“You better not.”
“You’re forgetting you’re playing with a demon,” she said, preparing to wind up for her pitch. “Well, quarter demon.”
She threw the ball, utilizing just enough of her inhuman strength to impress him and not bruise his hand. The ball crashed into the pocket of his glove with a satisfying leathery smack.
“Holy crap!” Souta said. He dropped the ball and ripped his hand out of his glove, wringing it out against the sting of her fastball. “You don’t play guitar, do you?”
Shizuka laughed. “No, but I swing a mean sword. You should see sometime. ”
“Tetsusaiga?” he said with a knowing smile, tossing her the ball.
“Yep.”
A honking horn disturbed the neighborhood quiet, and they looked towards the house to see a car pulling into the driveway.
“Mom’s home,” Souta said as Mrs. Higurashi got out of her car.
“You know what that means,” Shizuka said.
“Yeah,” Souta said, returning his mother’s wave. “We have to tell her about Kagome. And you guys.”
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at the boy’s casual tone. “You don’t sound concerned about how your mother may react to all of this.”
“Are you kidding?” Souta laughed. “Nothing phases mom.”