InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The One-Night Stand ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Harmony Sunsinger 
Poor Kagome. How can she expect to get anything accomplished while having to deal with gyno Miroku, crazy Sango, and immature Inuyasha?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 895 | Status: Work In Progress
Poor Kagome. How can she expect to get anything accomplished while having to deal with gyno Miroku, crazy Sango, and immature Inuyasha?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 895 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: This is going to be the BIGGEST, DIRTIEST, MOST ABSOLUTE FUN fanfiction story I have ever written!!!!!! Haha, and I know that Sango's character is a little OOC, but I REALLY want Kagome to have a quirky best friend. And my version of Sango seems to perfectly fit the bill. Miroku will be about as OOC and quirky, and that's why he and Sango will be kind of drawn to each other: Inu's best friend getting with Kag's best friend, sort of thing.
And I think that I'm going to start writing this as an original. Wouldn't this be a great original novel.
So, let's get on with it, shall we?
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The One-Night Stand.
Chapter Three:
Sango patted her best friend's bare knee, trying to be comforting. She didn't expect Kagome to flinch away from her touch. "I just don't want to be touched right now, Sango," Kagome told her. Sango grimaced at the look on her friend's face; Kagome Higurashi DID seem to feel rather uncomfortable, lying on the obstetrics table, her feet propped in the stirrups and her legs spread. The white hospital gown with purple polka dots barely covered her, and Kagome's face was turning a little red from embarrassment.
Right then, the doctor walked in. He was a very young, handsome man, with short black hair pulled back in a short, short tail, and his violet eyes swept over Kagome and Sango as he looked up at them from the chart in his hands. "Well, Miss Higurashi," he said, sitting down on his little stool. "I am Dr. Miroku Mushin. You may call me Miroku though." He winked at Sango, who blushed a little.
Kagome rolled her eyes. "Ok, MIROKU, can we get this over with? I have another appointment to make."
Miroku blinked. "Not with another doctor, I hope," he said, batting his eyes prettily at Sango and grinning. Sango just smiled back shyly.
More eye-rolling. "No," Kagome said shortly. "With the prospective parents."
"Ah," Miroku said as he pulled a long, thin item from his cupboard. Kagome blinked as he turned around with it, and then he began to dig for something else. "So you're giving the baby up for adoption?"
"That's the plan."
He pulled a small tub of petroleum jelly out of the cabinet; Kagome's eyes widened, and she glanced nervously at the wand-looking thing in his other hand.
"Kinky," Sango said with a smile.
Miroku smiled at her pervertedly. "Why, thank you."
Kagome gagged.
They both looked at her. She glared at the two of them, annoyed, from where she lay on the cold obstetrics table.
Miroku chuckled. "All right, I'm getting to it, Miss Higurashi," he told her. "I just try to make my patients - and their gorgeous family members - as comfortable as possible." He winked at Sango, who blushed.
"She's my friend, dammit," Kagome snapped. "Now, PLEASE. Dr. Mushin. Let's get this damned thing over with because I hate cold, metal things being poked in me!"
Miroku chuckled even more as he wheeled his stool back over to the obstetrics table, and he warned her, "This is going to be cold." Of course, it wasn't really cold, just VERY uncomfortable, and Kagome resisted the urge to squirm on the table. The screen on the stand beside her came to life. The picture was black with swirls of grey, and as Kagome felt Miroku press onward with his strange torture instrument, she could make out a small white... flicker.
"See that?" Miroku asked, using the laser on his keychain to point out the white flicker to them. "That's the heartbeat. That whole grey thing right there? That's the baby." More demonstrating with the laser. "Looks like you're about ten weeks along by now." The uncomfortable pressure disappeared from Kagome's pelvis as Miroku removed the torture device and wheeled himself backwards. Kagome didn't pay any attention to what he was doing now; she sat up on the table, pulling her legs together and holding her head.
'I'm pregnant,' she kept thinking. 'Oh, crap. What the hell am I going to tell Momma? And what's Grandpa gonna say? Man, he'll probably get a kick outta this; all those times he was the one to call me in sick to school and work, and now there's really something wrong with me?'
She looked up when Sango coughed meaningfully. Miroku was smiling at her, a lecherous twinkle in his eyes, and he handed her a small piece of paper. "Here's the prescription for your prenatal vitamins," he told her. "I've also scheduled another appointment for you for next week - if you don't mind coming to see me again." He winked at her.
Kagome sighed and gave the doctor a small smile. He's a kook, but he WAS rather entertaining... "I'll be back next week, doc," she told him. His smile grew.
"Good deal," he said before leaving the room. Kagome hopped off the obstetrics table and began to dress as Sango started gushing about how absolutely cute that doctor was. Kagome just smiled and shook her head, rolling her eyes at the appropriate moments. Then they started off down the hall, and, as Kagome was paying the nurse her copay, another nurse walked up to Sango and said, "Here. Dr. Mushin wanted me to give you this." The nurse handed Sango a small, folded piece of paper and walked off. Sango unfolded it and made a quiet squeal of excitement.
"Lemme guess," Kagome said ruefully, but with a smile on her lips, "you scored his number."
"SCORE!" Sango cried out, waving the number in the air. Kagome could swear she heard the pervert laughing in his office.
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The "happy couple" had received another email from Kagome Higurashi by the end of the night. She wanted to meet them the very next day. Kikyo excitedly replied, giving her directions to their home. Inuyasha groaned when he heard that. "Why the fuck does she have to come here?" he asked his wife, who shot a death look at him.
"Well, why not?" she asked. "It's my house, too, ya know."
He growled a little at her back as she went into the kitchen. Then he decided he would let her win this time; the wench would come to their home.
The next morning, Inuyasha called in to work; his brother Sesshomaru was the one he spoke to. "You bastard!" Kikyo could hear him hollering from their shower. "Just tell Dad that I'll make it up to him! I gotta stay here; the damn pregnant wench is coming in today... Fine, fine. Just... look, tell him I'm sorry, I just can't make it in today." There was a pause. "Yea. Just tell him that I'll take whatever new clients he wants me to take, but I gotta have today off to meet this damned wench." Another pause. "Ok. Fine. Bye." He hung up, tossing his cell onto the sofa and rubbing his face with his clawed hands. "That rat bastard... always gotta make me feel bad for taking off one fucking day in the whole fucking week..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Shit!" he exclaimed. 'Kikyo's still in the motherfucking shower... And now the pregnant wench is here! Shit, shit, SHIT!'
He stormed over to the front door and yanked it open.
Whatever Inuyasha was about to say in greeting to the woman died in his throat as her scent assaulted him. He recognized it instantly, and his eyes widened as he stared at Kagome. Her eyes widened also as she recognized him.
'Oh my God,' Kagome thought, frozen where she stood.
"You're that guy..." she murmured, still in shock. "From the bar..."
He stared at her, horrified. "Fuck," he breathed. He blinked a few times, then said, "Wow. You really do look like my wife."
SMACK!
Inuyasha stood in the doorway, holding his face and watching the pregnant wench storm off down his walkway. There was a small black sports car parked at the curb, and Sango was getting out of the driver's seat. She blinked at Kagome, giving her a puzzled look, and then she saw Inuyasha.
"Omigod, Kags!" she cried out. "He's a cutie!"
Inuyasha stared at the insane wench.
"Shut UP, Sango!" Kagome snapped. "We're getting in the car and leaving!"
At her words, Inuyasha snapped out of it. "Wait, wait!" he called to them, running out from the doorway. He knew he was still only wearing a pair of pajama pants, his chest and feet bare, but he couldn't just let the wench walk away from him. Not with his... *gulp* child.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said to Kagome as he caught up with her. She continued to glare at him. "I was just... REALLY surprised that you were the one standing there. I mean, I don't really remember what you looked like that night, or anything like that... all I really remember was your scent. And... and it was Miroku who told me you looked like Kikyo!"
"Wait a minute," Kagome said, stopping him; Inuyasha was relieved to see that, even for only a moment, her anger was gone. "Did you just say Miroku? As in Dr. Miroku Mushin?"
Inuyasha eyed her suspiciously. "Yea. How do you..." He trailed off as realization hit him. He grasped her shoulders suddenly, startling the hell out of Kagome and earning an angry, "Hey!" out of Sango. "Did that lech touch you?"
"Let go of me!" Kagome yelled, shoving him away. "And he's my gyno! Of course he did! But not in a sexual way!" She rolled her eyes. "Surprisingly."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"He's a lech, all right," she answered, gesturing to Sango, who smiled brightly. "I got his number!" she said proudly. Inuyasha nodded, worrying for this woman's sanity. "Good for you," he said, nodding. 'At least maybe this one could work out with Miroku,' he thought. 'The bastard's such a fucking perv, he can't keep a woman around his dangerous hand for more than two days!'
"Look," he said, reverting his attention back to Kagome, where it should be. "You're pregnant, right?" he asked. She nodded. "Ten weeks is what Miroku said," she answered. He sighed, his brows knitting together in anxiety. "And I am the father, correct?" he asked. Another nod. "So we should sit down and talk about this," he told her.
Kagome stood there for a minute, contemplating his words. "Sure," she said. "Why not? Just... let your wife know that I'm sorry I couldn't stay. Tell her... tell her I had morning sickness, or something." Quickly, she got into the passenger seat of Sango's car, and the two drove off.
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A/N: Hmm... this is going to be interesting, eh? mwahahahahaha!
So, let's get on with it, shall we?
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The One-Night Stand.
Chapter Three:
Sango patted her best friend's bare knee, trying to be comforting. She didn't expect Kagome to flinch away from her touch. "I just don't want to be touched right now, Sango," Kagome told her. Sango grimaced at the look on her friend's face; Kagome Higurashi DID seem to feel rather uncomfortable, lying on the obstetrics table, her feet propped in the stirrups and her legs spread. The white hospital gown with purple polka dots barely covered her, and Kagome's face was turning a little red from embarrassment.
Right then, the doctor walked in. He was a very young, handsome man, with short black hair pulled back in a short, short tail, and his violet eyes swept over Kagome and Sango as he looked up at them from the chart in his hands. "Well, Miss Higurashi," he said, sitting down on his little stool. "I am Dr. Miroku Mushin. You may call me Miroku though." He winked at Sango, who blushed a little.
Kagome rolled her eyes. "Ok, MIROKU, can we get this over with? I have another appointment to make."
Miroku blinked. "Not with another doctor, I hope," he said, batting his eyes prettily at Sango and grinning. Sango just smiled back shyly.
More eye-rolling. "No," Kagome said shortly. "With the prospective parents."
"Ah," Miroku said as he pulled a long, thin item from his cupboard. Kagome blinked as he turned around with it, and then he began to dig for something else. "So you're giving the baby up for adoption?"
"That's the plan."
He pulled a small tub of petroleum jelly out of the cabinet; Kagome's eyes widened, and she glanced nervously at the wand-looking thing in his other hand.
"Kinky," Sango said with a smile.
Miroku smiled at her pervertedly. "Why, thank you."
Kagome gagged.
They both looked at her. She glared at the two of them, annoyed, from where she lay on the cold obstetrics table.
Miroku chuckled. "All right, I'm getting to it, Miss Higurashi," he told her. "I just try to make my patients - and their gorgeous family members - as comfortable as possible." He winked at Sango, who blushed.
"She's my friend, dammit," Kagome snapped. "Now, PLEASE. Dr. Mushin. Let's get this damned thing over with because I hate cold, metal things being poked in me!"
Miroku chuckled even more as he wheeled his stool back over to the obstetrics table, and he warned her, "This is going to be cold." Of course, it wasn't really cold, just VERY uncomfortable, and Kagome resisted the urge to squirm on the table. The screen on the stand beside her came to life. The picture was black with swirls of grey, and as Kagome felt Miroku press onward with his strange torture instrument, she could make out a small white... flicker.
"See that?" Miroku asked, using the laser on his keychain to point out the white flicker to them. "That's the heartbeat. That whole grey thing right there? That's the baby." More demonstrating with the laser. "Looks like you're about ten weeks along by now." The uncomfortable pressure disappeared from Kagome's pelvis as Miroku removed the torture device and wheeled himself backwards. Kagome didn't pay any attention to what he was doing now; she sat up on the table, pulling her legs together and holding her head.
'I'm pregnant,' she kept thinking. 'Oh, crap. What the hell am I going to tell Momma? And what's Grandpa gonna say? Man, he'll probably get a kick outta this; all those times he was the one to call me in sick to school and work, and now there's really something wrong with me?'
She looked up when Sango coughed meaningfully. Miroku was smiling at her, a lecherous twinkle in his eyes, and he handed her a small piece of paper. "Here's the prescription for your prenatal vitamins," he told her. "I've also scheduled another appointment for you for next week - if you don't mind coming to see me again." He winked at her.
Kagome sighed and gave the doctor a small smile. He's a kook, but he WAS rather entertaining... "I'll be back next week, doc," she told him. His smile grew.
"Good deal," he said before leaving the room. Kagome hopped off the obstetrics table and began to dress as Sango started gushing about how absolutely cute that doctor was. Kagome just smiled and shook her head, rolling her eyes at the appropriate moments. Then they started off down the hall, and, as Kagome was paying the nurse her copay, another nurse walked up to Sango and said, "Here. Dr. Mushin wanted me to give you this." The nurse handed Sango a small, folded piece of paper and walked off. Sango unfolded it and made a quiet squeal of excitement.
"Lemme guess," Kagome said ruefully, but with a smile on her lips, "you scored his number."
"SCORE!" Sango cried out, waving the number in the air. Kagome could swear she heard the pervert laughing in his office.
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The "happy couple" had received another email from Kagome Higurashi by the end of the night. She wanted to meet them the very next day. Kikyo excitedly replied, giving her directions to their home. Inuyasha groaned when he heard that. "Why the fuck does she have to come here?" he asked his wife, who shot a death look at him.
"Well, why not?" she asked. "It's my house, too, ya know."
He growled a little at her back as she went into the kitchen. Then he decided he would let her win this time; the wench would come to their home.
The next morning, Inuyasha called in to work; his brother Sesshomaru was the one he spoke to. "You bastard!" Kikyo could hear him hollering from their shower. "Just tell Dad that I'll make it up to him! I gotta stay here; the damn pregnant wench is coming in today... Fine, fine. Just... look, tell him I'm sorry, I just can't make it in today." There was a pause. "Yea. Just tell him that I'll take whatever new clients he wants me to take, but I gotta have today off to meet this damned wench." Another pause. "Ok. Fine. Bye." He hung up, tossing his cell onto the sofa and rubbing his face with his clawed hands. "That rat bastard... always gotta make me feel bad for taking off one fucking day in the whole fucking week..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Shit!" he exclaimed. 'Kikyo's still in the motherfucking shower... And now the pregnant wench is here! Shit, shit, SHIT!'
He stormed over to the front door and yanked it open.
Whatever Inuyasha was about to say in greeting to the woman died in his throat as her scent assaulted him. He recognized it instantly, and his eyes widened as he stared at Kagome. Her eyes widened also as she recognized him.
'Oh my God,' Kagome thought, frozen where she stood.
"You're that guy..." she murmured, still in shock. "From the bar..."
He stared at her, horrified. "Fuck," he breathed. He blinked a few times, then said, "Wow. You really do look like my wife."
SMACK!
Inuyasha stood in the doorway, holding his face and watching the pregnant wench storm off down his walkway. There was a small black sports car parked at the curb, and Sango was getting out of the driver's seat. She blinked at Kagome, giving her a puzzled look, and then she saw Inuyasha.
"Omigod, Kags!" she cried out. "He's a cutie!"
Inuyasha stared at the insane wench.
"Shut UP, Sango!" Kagome snapped. "We're getting in the car and leaving!"
At her words, Inuyasha snapped out of it. "Wait, wait!" he called to them, running out from the doorway. He knew he was still only wearing a pair of pajama pants, his chest and feet bare, but he couldn't just let the wench walk away from him. Not with his... *gulp* child.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said to Kagome as he caught up with her. She continued to glare at him. "I was just... REALLY surprised that you were the one standing there. I mean, I don't really remember what you looked like that night, or anything like that... all I really remember was your scent. And... and it was Miroku who told me you looked like Kikyo!"
"Wait a minute," Kagome said, stopping him; Inuyasha was relieved to see that, even for only a moment, her anger was gone. "Did you just say Miroku? As in Dr. Miroku Mushin?"
Inuyasha eyed her suspiciously. "Yea. How do you..." He trailed off as realization hit him. He grasped her shoulders suddenly, startling the hell out of Kagome and earning an angry, "Hey!" out of Sango. "Did that lech touch you?"
"Let go of me!" Kagome yelled, shoving him away. "And he's my gyno! Of course he did! But not in a sexual way!" She rolled her eyes. "Surprisingly."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"He's a lech, all right," she answered, gesturing to Sango, who smiled brightly. "I got his number!" she said proudly. Inuyasha nodded, worrying for this woman's sanity. "Good for you," he said, nodding. 'At least maybe this one could work out with Miroku,' he thought. 'The bastard's such a fucking perv, he can't keep a woman around his dangerous hand for more than two days!'
"Look," he said, reverting his attention back to Kagome, where it should be. "You're pregnant, right?" he asked. She nodded. "Ten weeks is what Miroku said," she answered. He sighed, his brows knitting together in anxiety. "And I am the father, correct?" he asked. Another nod. "So we should sit down and talk about this," he told her.
Kagome stood there for a minute, contemplating his words. "Sure," she said. "Why not? Just... let your wife know that I'm sorry I couldn't stay. Tell her... tell her I had morning sickness, or something." Quickly, she got into the passenger seat of Sango's car, and the two drove off.
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A/N: Hmm... this is going to be interesting, eh? mwahahahahaha!