Title : All my children

Author: landofthekwt

Rating: PG

Universe: Canon

Word Count: 715

Pairing: N/A

Genre: General

Warning: Birth and Death. Inuyasha Fan Fic Week 147.- Parent & Child Theme

A/N No copyright infringement of the TV show "All my children" is not intended. Any similarity to any Futurama episode is purely coincidental . The author does not profit in any manner from this fanfiction. Inuyasha et al belong to Rumiko the corporations who own or hold rights to their use

Summary: Jaken has puppies

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Gods , what an annoyance. The same thing happened every two hundred years. He had been very careful to hide his condition. Rin would no doubt laugh at him. Lord Sesshoumaru would simply raise an questioning eyebrow. His condition had never occurred while in the service of his is possible that he did not know what was wrong. But then Lord Sesshoumaru did know everything.

The big day finally came. He needed to get away from the castle. as soon as possible. The swamp where he was born was many days away on foot. There was only one way to get there in time. He would have to borrow Ah-Un. But it must be in secret. The Lord must never know. It was burden so humiliating that if Lord Sesshoumaru were to learn of it he would shamed forever.

And so he crept into the stable where Ah-Un was kept. The horse dragon seemed curious why the imp was saddling and muzzling him at this time of night. However, Jaken had prepared for this eventuality and brought some nice juicy grass to distract the dragon. Ah-Un did seem to be appeased. Jaken put on the saddle and muzzle with some difficulty. He took the reins and turned the dragon around. There in the doorway was Lord Sesshoumaru. Jaken became a quivering mass of jelly.

" Where are you taking Ah-Un" asked the tai-yoikai in a strident voice.

Jaken finally stammered. "My lord, I need to take care of a condition . I t can only be taken care of at my home swamp."

Lord Sesshoumaru considered the answer for a moment and responded. " Just see that you bring Ah-Un back in one piece by morning.".

Jaken was so relieved that he did not stop to think that Lord Sesshoumaru might for a moment know what was happening. He was just glad to get out of the castle and to finish this task.

After several hours of flying Ah-Un finally reached the swamp where Jaken was born. It was wonderful to see his home again. It was here that he had survived the long childhood years.

It was here that he had begun the trek towards leadership in his had abandoned his home, his clan and his people to follow his lord. The smell of the swampbrought back all the memories. The one memory he did not have was of a parent. None of his kind remembered their parents. His children would not remember when he left. Sometimes he wondered what had happened to the previous generation that he had spawned. Such thoughts were foolishness. They would never know him and he would never know them.

Ah-Un set down where Jaken has asked him to. He found the dragon grass to eat while he did his duty. He disrobed and laid his staff by the waters edge. Gingerly, he tested the muck. It was as warm and gooey as he remembered.

He waded out into the water. It would not be long now. Without the staff and in his condition he was vulnerable. All he could do was wait.

After several hours of sitting in the water the boils on his back began to itch. He knew that he must resist the urge to scratch. If he did he risked injuring his precious offspring. He must be patient.

At last he felt the film which covered the boils on his back began to be punctured. It was happening. He screamed in pain Unfortunately, there was no one to hear him and he alone was responsible for his condition. His only refuge was that the process took place naturally without any overt thought of procreation.

By now many little creatures who looked somewhat similar to tadpoles had been released from their birth parent and were already swimming away from. Jaken knew that they would have a tough task ahead merely to survive. Most would not. Those who did survive would continue his species of demon.

This thought gave him a moment of pride. He was after all the father and mother of a new generation of imps. He wished them well. Wistfully, he thought about his children as he waded back to shore. Perhaps they would remember him fondly.. Perhaps,,,,

He felt a squish as something oozed between his toes.

Oops.