InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomaru's Story ❯ Chapter 20

Chapter 20- Ah ha! I bet you weren't expecting that! Thank you so much to everyone who has commented and reviewed my story! Please keep it up- it inspires me to keep going!

 

Kagome stared at her nursing newborn son after Sesshoumaru had relinquished him back to her for his first meal. “Sesshoumaru?”

 

The tai-youkai looked up from the infant to Kagome's confused face.

 

“What did you mean by what you said? About Inuyasha's soul?”

 

He raised an eyebrow at her. “You are aware that sometimes creatures are reincarnated after their deaths as something or someone else, correct?”

 

She nodded slowly. I'm Kikyou's reincarnation… I know all about that subject…

 

“My… the child is Inuyasha's reincarnation. His soul now resides in that body.”

 

She still looked rather bewildered. “So… will he have any of the memories of his previous life?”

 

“You are that clay miko's reincarnation, are you not? Do you possess any of her memories or habits?”

 

Kagome shook her head. Except that we both loved Inuyasha… “My memories are my own.”

 

“Then it stands to reason that his will be similarly erased. It is, after all, a new life for him.”

 

The children had gone to bed at last, exhausted but excited at the arrival of their new brother. The two of them were finally alone with their son.

 

Except that Kagome still didn't realize who had actually fathered her baby.

 

The new mother sighed tiredly. “Hai… a new life… for both of us.” She glanced up at him through weary eyes. “I… I should be heading back to my room now… I feel bad that we've taken over your bed.”

 

He gave her the tiniest smile. “Do not concern yourself. You need to rest.”

 

Smiling one last time at him, Kagome closed her eyes and gave herself over to much-needed rest. The tiny hanyou was still nursing even though his mother had gone to sleep.

 

Sesshoumaru watched his son. My son… my mate and my son, in my bed, where they belong…

 

He nearly laughed again. Inuyasha had really surprised him with this little turn of events. He had thought the baby's aura seemed familiar…

 

Let's just see if you're more intelligent this time around, brother…

 

The tai-youkai shook his head slightly. He had to stop thinking of the child as his brother's reincarnation and start thinking of him as his son.

 

The baby released Kagome's breast and began to fuss. Sesshoumaru carefully lifted the infant with his arm, cradling him.

 

The little boy continued to fuss. Apparently he needed to be burped or something. Sesshoumaru scowled slightly. Of all the times I could use having my arm back again…

 

Using his rather vast intellect, he moved to the foot of the bed and carefully lowered the little hanyou onto the blankets, far enough away from the edge to be safe. He placed him gently on his stomach and then, in an awkward, round motion, began to rub the baby's back.

 

Look at me… I'm burping a baby for Kami's sake! How far has this Sesshoumaru fallen?

 

You're not just burping any baby, baka. That's your son, and you don't want him getting sick from an air bubble in his belly, do you?

 

He grimaced. His youkai had a point. Cautiously he patted the tiny back as he circled, trying to get the little hanyou to stop fussing.

 

A rather loud burp emerged from the boy, causing Sesshoumaru to roll his eyes. It looks like the pup is going to be more like Inuyasha than I suspected…

 

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Kagome awoke the next morning feeling much refreshed but still tired. The first thing she noticed was that her very round belly was not anywhere near as round anymore. That's right… I had the baby last night…

 

The second thing she noticed was Sesshoumaru, tai-youkai of the Western Lands, snoozing in a nearby chair with the sleeping baby propped up on his shoulder and carefully held by his only remaining arm.

 

The scene made her so warm all over she was sure she'd melt. They looked so adorable, sleeping like that. Who would have thought that Sesshoumaru would have such a compassionate side?

 

Her smile faded. Her son… he needed a name. Not only that, he needed someone to guide him, teach him things about his heritage that she simply didn't know.

 

Perhaps Sesshoumaru would be willing to aid her in the education of his nephew.

 

Cautiously, carefully, she got out of the bed, wincing as lingering pains shot through her body. It had taken quite a beating in delivering her son and now it was letting her know it.

 

She wrapped a spare blanket around her as she silently padded over to where the two were sleeping. Softly she brushed the silver bangs off the tai-youkai's forehead, revealing his lavender crescent a bit more. Her heart ached for him, ached for wanting to be with him, to tell him how she felt.

 

Her gaze drifted from Sesshoumaru's handsome face down to her sleeping son. His perfect little face was relaxed against his uncle's shoulder, slightly open as he slept. His little dog ears were still flat against his head, almost buried in the downy silver-white hair. His green crescent was quite obvious against his pale skin, the only trait that seemed to confuse her. Tiny claws gripped Sesshoumaru's haori.

 

She smiled. You need a name… I think I'll call you Tomaru…in honor of your uncle, who has helped me so much for so long.

 

Tomaru. She liked it. Toma, or flax, described the light goldenrod color of his eyes perfectly, and the “-maru” part was in honor of Sesshoumaru.

 

Leaning down she gave her little boy a kiss on his smooth cheek. She paused as lifted her head, her eyes wandering to Sesshoumaru's magenta-striped cheek.

 

You'll wake him up…

 

Kagome ignored the little voice warning her inside her head. Then I just won't kiss his cheek.

 

She moved around to the front of his chair and leaned forward. She pressed a light kiss to Sesshoumaru's soft lips before straightening and returning to the bed. He didn't even stir.

 

Lying back against the pillows, she watched them for a very long time, two silver heads so close together, with matching crescents on their foreheads.

 

It's strange, she thought as her eyelids grew heavy again. They look like father and son…