InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Gods' Opinion ❯ Meet n' Greet ( Chapter 2 )

The Gods' Opinion

 

Disclaimer: Almost all characters belong to Takahashi Rumiko.

 

Warning: This is a mature story and I mean that in more than this story only containing sexual situations and bad language. It contains adult themes.

 

Summary: Kagome is trying hard to have a baby. But when things don't work out, she visits the best fertility doctor in the world. She finds her feelings and beliefs challenged as she struggles to hold onto her dreams.

 

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Chapter Two The Meet n' Greet

 

Inuyasha, dressed in his usual loose fitting black cotton slacks and white cotton button shirt with the typical white lab coat wrapped around him, casually leaned up against the counter where Saori worked. He was waiting for her to return to her station with the morning's mail. He turned so that his back was resting against the sturdy furniture, scanning the room with his sparkling topaz eyes.

 

Already, the waiting room was filled with patients. Not all of them were his, but some he did recognize. This clinic wasn't just a fertility clinic, but a sexual health clinic as well, since one needed to be sexually healthy to conceive a child. Inuyasha was the head Reproductive Endocrinologist at the clinic. That was just a fancy way to say he was a fertility specialist.

 

“Ah, pleasant morning Inuyasha.”

 

Inuyasha looked to the left to see a fellow doctor, also dressed in the standard white lab coat, standing next to him with a warm drink in his hand. It was sweetened tea. It was the same drink every morning for Miroku. The same damn thing every morning . . .

 

“Keh. It's morning,” was his gruff reply. He really liked his job, but today was a day where he seriously thought about taking that much needed vacation he'd kept promising himself for the last, what, five years. Gods, had it been that long?

 

“Oh, gods,” Miroku groaned out, his voice low, almost husky.

 

Inuyasha twitched his nose at the abrupt change in Miroku's scent. “You're not that religious,” Inuyasha joked at his friend's lineage of coming from a family of monks. Somehow, Miroku was the skipped generation of virtuous character. He was quite the opposite.

 

“I know. But still, I wouldn't mind parting her Red Sea.”

 

Miroku pointed toward the direction of the elevators. Inuyasha glanced over and was immediately drawn to the woman bent over the water fountain. Her backside made that perfect heart shape; the roundness of her butt cheeks coming to a soft point. Her black skirt was tight enough to allow the male doctors to visually examine her assets.

 

Inuyasha's eyes grazed downwards, taking in her long limber legs, tiny ankles and her petite feet squeezed into a pair of casual black heels. A slit in the back of her skirt allowed Inuyasha to see the nylon covered flesh of the skin of her legs. And just above that, he could see the thick lacy band signifying that she wore thigh highs.

 

Garters were so fucking hot.

 

The woman stood up and turned to walk toward their office, giving the men the first glance of her other side. That tight ass and fine legs belonged to an even finer looking woman. She walked with perfect posture, a confidence that made her extremely beautiful. Wearing a light pink cashmere sweater, it softly hugged the curves of the upper half of her body. The collar of the sweater scooped down low enough to give a hint of cleavage, but nothing scandalous.

 

Her raven locks were pulled back away from her face, allowing the men to see her large grayish-blue eyes, tiny nose and smiling plump lips. Her white skin was illuminated with naturally rosy cheeks and some unnatural mascara. Overall, both men silently agreed that she was one of the finer specimens to grace this clinic.

 

Miroku looked up toward the heavens. “Yearly checkup,” he prayed to the gods, fingers crossed, palms pressed together for a prayer.

 

Inuyasha's only response was a snort. Not that he was going to say anything as the woman was now standing next to them, searching for the secretary. Saori returned at that moment from somewhere in the back with the mail, smiling at the patient.

 

“How can I help you?” Saori asked, tossing the thick stack of envelopes to the side. She still had to go through, organize, and then slip them into their appropriate boxes.

 

“Hi, I'm scheduled for an appointment today,” the woman said, handing Saori her identification card.

 

Checking it over, Saori looked down at her appointment book, handing the ID back to its owner. “Welcome. I'll need you to fill out these forms.” Saori placed a clipboard with several pieces of colored paper on the counter along with a company pen, free for the patient to keep if they wished. She had a box full of them. “Have a seat over there and you can bring me the forms when you are done.”

 

The woman smiled as she picked up the clipboard and walked over to the reception area. It had several plush looking chairs, plants, lamps and tables with an assortment of magazines. Inuyasha and Miroku watched as she said something to the pregnant woman she ended up sitting next to.

 

“Mrs. Matsumoto,” Saori called out as she placed several pieces of colored paper into a file. Mrs. Matsumoto stood up. She was an elderly woman with a frown gracing her thin grey lips as she wobbled over to the counter. “Mrs. Matsumoto, this is Dr. Miroku. He's your physician for today.”

 

Miroku frowned as Saori slapped the folder against his chest. Saori only smiled a perfect set of white teeth as Miroku took the folder from her and met up with Mrs. Matsumoto so he could politely escort her to his office. Inuyasha could feel Saori's glare burning holes into his thick head.

 

Slave driver.

 

He sighed as he grumbled inaudible obscenities while heading back to his office to do work.

 

Inuyasha decided not to go to his office right away. Instead, he headed to the men's restroom. Inside, he glanced at himself in the oversized mirror, taking in his features. Honey-flavored eyes, overgrown silver hair with unruly bangs, fangs, sharp claws on his hands and the real kicker, velvety dog ears perched proudly at the top of his head. All of the physical features that stood out were attributes of his demon ancestry. On the inside, that was where his humanity was hiding.

 

Splashing some cool water onto this face, he pulled back his silver locks into the best braid he could muster, letting that be his professional look for the day. Like he cared what he looked like. How he looked didn't affect the type of job he could do.

 

After leaving the washroom, he finally headed to his office readying himself for another long day of work. It was Thursday. The week was almost over with. He just had to get through today and tomorrow before the weekend officially began. And today was just starting.

 

Inuyasha opened the oak door to his office only to freeze in the doorway. Saori had let a patient into his office. And not any patient, the one had been blatantly checking out earlier. Damn. Her being in his office meant one thing - she was taken. Still, it didn't mean that he couldn't look. Though looking could be just as bad.

 

The woman turned and stood up from her seat upon hearing the door open. Inuyasha quickly recomposed himself, closing the door behind him. Taking deep short breaths, he turned to get started on this appointment.

 

“I'm Dr. Takahashi,” he introduced himself.

 

The woman offered him a bow. “I'm Higurashi Kagome.”

 

He bowed back, forgoing the handshake, which was probably a good idea. She had a pleasant voice. That was good. It meant he'd actually pay attention to her when she said anything, as long as he could keep from staring at her and spacing out.

 

Sitting down at his desk, he opened up her file, glancing at the paperwork she had just filled out. Higurashi? Higurashi. He couldn't remember any male patients with that last name.

 

“How can I help you?” he started out, briefly glancing up at her before returning his gaze to her file.

 

Kagome frowned. She thought he was supposed to be the best fertility doctor. “Uh, obviously I'm having a problem with conceiving,” she replied in a sharp tone. She found his initial question rude, and embarrassing. He should've known why she was here.

 

He narrowed his eyes briefly at her before glancing back down at her file. There was a bright, shocking pink colored post-it note with Saori's scribbles on it. He growled at her message.

 

`This is Akitoki Hojo's P A R T N E R'

 

Inuyasha had explained to Saori his situation with Hojo. And Saori knew he was going to screw it up. Later, he'd have to get her back. But now, he was busy.

 

“Of course,” Inuyasha sheepishly answered as he crumbled up Saori's note. “Has Mr. Akitoki said anything to you?”

 

Kagome nodded. “Yes. But I'm no scientist. All he said that his tests came out . . . normal.”

 

Inuyasha could already sense her uneasiness. She firmly believed that she was somehow at fault for their inability to conceive a child. And he knew she blamed herself the moment Hojo disclosed the results to her. What an ass.

 

He took a deep sigh, giving her a quiet moment. Inuyasha would admit right away that he wasn't good with the whole emotional side to his job. That was why he had a psychologist, a whole floor of them. It was their job to talk through emotions. It was the science he was good with. It was what got women pregnant.

 

“So, what do I have to do?”

 

“I need to ask you some questions and then we'll have to run some tests before I can determine the best course of treatment for you. You'll also be required to talk to our psychologist once a week.”

 

Kagome leaned back into the chair she had picked to sit in. He noticed she sat in the chair Hojo didn't sit in. What it meant, he didn't know, but it was just something weird to him. Clicking his pen, he found some sheets of paper to take his notes on.

 

“First, is there any history of infertility in your family, or any of your female relatives having miscarriages?”

 

“No.”

 

Inuyasha was surprised she was able to answer that so quickly. Most women had to call relatives and ask them that, a process that ended up taking several days.

 

The first time Kagome was asked that, she called everyone her mother named. The second time, she called them all again. But this time, she didn't have to. She knew. Their answers wouldn't change no matter what.

 

“Any previous pregnancies?”

 

“No.”

 

“If you've ever used contraceptives, what did you use and for how long?”

 

“I had taken Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo since I was sixteen. I stopped taking it two years ago.”

 

As he scribbled down her answers, he couldn't help but notice how automatic her responses were, so robotic. But Hojo had said that they had visited other doctors. Her answers wouldn't have changed much from one doctor to the next.

 

“Do you have regular cycles?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And your sexual history?”

 

“Hojo is my one and only.”

 

Inuyasha couldn't believe that answer. He found it rare for anyone to be able to find the one they would spend the rest of their lives with. He was sure these two had to be the first couple to both have no sexual history. It was rather boring. Not like he had room to make comments.

 

“When was your last Pap Smear?”

 

“Two months ago.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Here are the results.”

 

Inuyasha shook his head. “Won't need that.”

 

She shrugged and placed the paper back in her purse.

 

“And how long have you been trying to get pregnant?”

 

“A little more than a year.”

 

“Your hus . . . ah, no . . . partner mentioned that you sought help from other specialists. What treatments did you go through?”

 

“Just the low tech therapies. Ovulation regulation medication, recombinant fertility medication and artificial insemination.”

 

Inuyasha made a list of these. They were the treatments performed first because they weren't complicated. Most of these treatments were successful. Very few of his patients required what they called high-tech treatments.

 

Now for the next set of questions.

 

“Do you smoke, drink?”

 

“I don't smoke. I have a casual alcoholic drink every once in a while, but nothing on a daily basis. I mainly consume water, juice and tea.”

 

“How's the rest of your diet?”

 

“Fine. I'm a nutritionist, so I have a rather decent diet.”

 

“Exercise?”

 

“Daily for an hour, switching between yoga, cardio and weights.”

 

Inuyasha could tell she took good care of herself from checking her out earlier. Legs like that came from some form of exercise. He continued with this line of questioning. She had a quick response for each one, making the process move smoothly and quickly.

 

“If you're ready, we'll head over to one of the examination rooms for the physical tests.”

 

Kagome nodded. She was nervous. She watched as the doctor called for a female nurse to meet with him. The nurse arrived quickly. Kagome was asked to accompany the nurse so she could change into the examination gown.

 

Once Kagome was out of his office, Inuyasha stood up and reached down into his pants, readjusting his throbbing flesh into a more comfortable position. It had been a long time since he had a reaction like that to any of his female patients.

 

He didn't mean that all of his female patients were ugly; it was that he had become accustomed to the sexual nature of his job and in the process he learned control, total control. Now, he was losing it, his well built defensive system was crumbling down by the sight, the voice, the scent of one human female. The only way to hide it: white lab coat.

 

Inuyasha entered the examination room with the female nurse behind him. Kagome sat on the papered covered examination table dressed in the flimsy paper gown; her bare legs crossed demurely at the ankles.

 

“All right Kagome. Here's how this works: I'll tell you first what I'm going to do. If you at all feel uncomfortable, let me know and our nurse, Shiroi, will perform what it is that is to be done. Okay?”

 

Kagome just nodded.

 

Inuyasha was required by law to have a female nurse in the room when he performed these examinations on any female. He was glad for it too. It would be easy to blame a hanyou for sexual misconduct with a patient.

 

Keh, like I'd do that.

 

With this one you might.

 

Knock that shit off.

 

“First, I need to check your thyroid.” Kagome nodded, allowing Inuyasha to walk up to her to start the process. He carefully placed his clawed fingers around her neck, checking the size of her thyroid. Many patients were afraid to have a demon with such sharp fingernails wrap their powerful hands around their fragile necks. But he sensed no fear from Kagome.

 

He walked away from her to where the counter was at, making a note in her file that her thyroid was normal. He gave Kagome a quick smile to let her know that her thyroid was fine.

 

“I need you to take several deep breaths.”

 

Kagome inhaled and watched as her doctor closed his eyes. She let out the air slowly. She repeated the process several times until she saw him open his eyes. Then she stopped.

 

“Heart and lungs sound normal.”

 

“Wait. Don't you need one of those . . . things?” She motioned with her hands describing the things that doctors put in their ears to listen to hearts.

 

“Stethescopes?” he asked. She nodded when the word sounded familiar. “Keh, don't need that.”

 

“Why?”

 

He pointed to the ears at the top of his head. “Maybe I'll need to do an eye examine on you.”

 

“Hey!” she shot out at his cheap remark. “That's not nice.”

 

He didn't care so he just shrugged his shoulders. He looked over at the nurse and nodded. Shiroi stood up straight, ready for what was coming next.

 

“Next, a breast examination.” Inuyasha turned to Shiroi who took a few steps toward Kagome.

 

“What, you can't use your superior senses to check them?” That came out weird.

 

Inuyasha couldn't believe she had said that. Nor could he believe that Shiroi was trying to stifle her giggle. “Sorry, I don't have X-ray vision. That went to Superman.”

 

“But he had super hearing as well,” she counted back.

 

Inuyasha opened his mouth to retort, but quickly closed it. He couldn't believe that he almost let her draw him into an argument. She was his patient. They weren't supposed to argue. And about Superman? A man who only existed in painted pictures?

 

“Do you want me to do it or not?”

 

Kagome blushed at the thought of another man touching her breasts. There was the option of the nurse. But somehow, having the nurse and not the doctor do it bothered her. What if the nurse missed something that the doctor might have found? She just couldn't take that risk.

 

With her eyes directed down at her lap, she softly responded to his question. “You, uh, you can do it.” She was so embarrassed.

 

Inuyasha quietly made his way over to her. Reaching around, he untied the top strings to loosen up the gown. Kagome gasped and held onto that breath when she felt his hands on her. Inuyasha left the gown on her, only reaching inside giving her some sense of privacy.

 

When finished with the right breast, he examined the left breast in the same manner. He had examined hundreds, thousands of pairs of breast, each set different. But these . . . they were perfect to him. Soft, fleshy, slightly bouncy and they just so happened to fit perfectly in his hand.

 

Pulling out, he reached back and tied her gown up. “No lumps. Have you ever had discharge?”

 

“No,” was her meek reply. Her face was beet red and she felt like she was on fire. It had to be nerves. It just had to be. It couldn't be because he was . . . no. Not that.

 

Opening a nearby drawer, he pulled out a pair of latex gloves. “You're not allergic to latex, are you?” He glanced over to see her shake her head. “I'll need to do a pelvic exam.” With the gloves snapped on he turned around to face her. “Unless you want a female.”

 

“Yuka's off today,” Shiroi stated.

 

“It's fine.” Kagome lied down on the examination table. Shiroi helped to place her feet into the stirrups she dreaded at each of her visits. Once Kagome was all set up, Shiroi stepped back.

 

Kagome closed her eyes like she did every other time she found herself in this position. It always felt weird, intrusive. Baby, she thought. It was that thought that would get her through these moments when she truly was so exposed.

 

But what was different this time was that the doctor was male. An attractive one at that. Of course she had noticed the ears. Who wouldn't? But she didn't want to say anything about them. It would've been rude and inappropriate. She knew of some demons and hanyou that didn't want their obvious difference pointed out.

 

“Shiroi, can you grab the ultrasound machine.”

 

Kagome opened her eyes. She tried sitting up, but her position prevented her from doing that. “What?” she desperately croaked out. “Did you find something wrong?”

“And the fiber optic telescope,” he called out. Inuyasha stood up and walked around so Kagome could see him. “Nah. Nothing's wrong. Just some of the normal things we do here. The ultrasound gives me pictures to study. Remember, no X-ray vision,” he tried to joke.

 

Kagome nodded, though she wasn't entirely convinced that she was fine. “And the telescope?”

 

“It's called a laparoscopy. It allows another glimpse of your insides. The image is recorded so I can study it in greater detail.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It'll be fine.”

 

He sensed her relaxing, which relaxed him. But why did he care? He was never so . . . soft with any of his patients. His gruff attitude told his patients that he was honest and straight forward with them. Many didn't like it, but why beat around the bush?

 

Shiroi returned with two machines on two carts with wheels. Kagome closed her eyes in anxiousness and of more prodding and probing of her body. She'd figured they would be gentler with her. She was a delicate being after all.

 

She thought about what life would be like when she was finally pregnant. This past year had slowed down her life, putting a crimp in her and Hojo's plans. It had been stressful and depressing, almost nightmarish. What if . . . what if . . .

 

“Oi, Kagome?” Inuyasha sensed extreme melancholy from her. The tests were always daunting to the women. But Kagome seemed to be hit particularly hard by it.

 

Kagome opened her eyes. She found Inuyasha looking down at her. It was obvious he was somewhat concerned for her. She sat up, noticing that she could actually sit up. It was over with.

 

“Sorry,” she apologized; ashamed that she let her thoughts get the best of her.

 

“Uh, Shiroi is going to take a blood sample. Then she's going to take you to another room for an HSG, a hysterosalpinogram. It's an X-ray of a dye inserted into the uterus. Afterwards, you can dress and return to my office.”

 

Kagome nodded, but she wouldn't look at him. Inuyasha motioned for Shiroi to get Kagome's blood from her as he snapped off his latex gloves, tossing them into the bio-hazard waste bucket.

 

The HSG normally took a half hour. He had that long to get back under control. What he needed was a very cold shower, but he had no time for that. So he headed into the men's room, again. He thought about retreating to his office. But he felt guilty at the thought of relieving himself in there, it would be totally inappropriate. Not that he thought masturbation was a bad thing, quite the opposite actually.

 

But she was his patient.

 

He placed his palms on the cool surface of the tiled countertops, taking in long deep breaths. The smell of her . . . the feel of her . . . it was overwhelming on his senses. He had to cut the pelvic exam short. If he had continued, he would've gone way beyond the scope of sexual misconduct to a form of rape.

 

“Inuyasha, you look like shit.”

 

Inuyasha hadn't heard Miroku enter the bathroom. And now he wished he had gone straight to his office. Inuyasha turned on the cold water, watching it pour out of the faucet.

 

“That woman . . . “

 

“The totally hot, fuckable one from this morning?” Miroku asked in a form of wording he only used around Inuyasha.

 

“She's my fucking patient.”

 

Miroku let out a very disappointed sigh. One because she wasn't his patient. And two, any patient of Inuyasha's was a patient already in a relationship. It was one reason why Inuyasha hardly dated; he couldn't meet eligible women at work.

 

“Have you . . . “Miroku started to ask.

 

Inuyasha turned the water off. “I couldn't finish it.”

 

Miroku put a supportive hand on Inuyasha's shoulder. “We do have porn in the ejaculatory room which is currently empty.”

 

Inuyasha just shook his head at the tempting idea. “Keh. I'm not desperate, just . . . “

 

“Deprived,” Miroku finished for him. “I wish you strength, control and lots of luck. You'll need it for this one.”

 

Inuyasha growled as he bolted out of the bathroom and down the hallway to his office. He left the door open for when Shiroi brought Kagome back. He occupied his time and his mind with other files. He did have other patients who were in the same boat as Kagome and would require just as much attention as her.

 

Twenty minutes later, he heard Kagome and Shiroi. Both were involved in some sort of conversation. It seemed that Kagome was doing most of the talking. When they entered the office, Shiroi handed Inuyasha Kagome's file.

 

“Try it with low-fat or fat-free peanut butter,” Kagome said to Shiroi as she sat down in the chair she had sat in earlier.

 

“I will, thanks.” Shiroi left Kagome alone to finish her appointment with Inuyasha taking with her the advice Kagome gave.

 

Kagome turned her attention to Inuyasha, waiting for whatever if was he still needed to discuss with her.

 

“When do you have sex?”

 

“I beg your pardon?” she blurted out. Of course he could be curious about her sexual activities, but how he said it, so openly, so right out of the blue, it came off as rude. She found herself saying that word about him a lot.

 

“When do you have sex?” he repeated himself.

 

“I don't know if that's . . . appropriate.”

 

“Trust me, it is.”

 

Kagome sighed. She thought back to the last time she had sex with Hojo. “I guess we normally do it on the weekends. The week's always so busy for us.”

 

“When are you available for an appointment next week?”

 

Kagome blinked rapidly a couple of times at the complete 180 degree turn in the questions. “Uh, Tuesday's good.”

 

“You and Hojo will need to engage in sex Monday night.”

 

“Excuse me? I'm sorry, but I don't feel that you . . . “she stopped when he raised his hand to her.

 

“So far, both you and Hojo check out fine. The last test I need to do is a post-coital test. Sometimes, it's the sex that prevents his swimmers from reaching the finish line. If you engage in sexual intercourse Monday night, we can test you immediately on Tuesday.”

 

Kagome felt really bad for not trusting him. He was only trying to help her. She had no reason to question his methods. His reputation as the best should've satisfied her. She was acting like this because it was unexpected and so in-your-face. Maybe this was why she had failed with the other doctors.

 

“Now, before you go, when is your appointment with the psychologist?”

 

“Tomorrow at three.”

 

That was good. This way, he could confer with the psychologist before her next appointment. He closed her file up and took a long gaze at her. Self-torment was the worst.

 

“After Tuesday's appointment, I'll require both yours and Hojo's presence. By then, I'll have all of the test results back and we can start on an appropriate treatment. So, any questions?”

 

“No. I don't think so.”

 

“Well, Tuesday then.”

 

“Tuesday.” Kagome stood up and bowed to Inuyasha. He nodded his head back at her. She turned and walked to the door. His eyes were glued to her backside, watching as her glossy hair, hips, ass and legs all moved in sensual harmony. Whether she got pregnant or not, Kagome was going to be his most difficult case.

 

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