Life After Death
By: Lunar Kitty
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A/N: Okay, get ready for a little bit of chaos! You will eventually find out what happens to Kikyo, but it'll occur in a flashback. This whole chapter is basically about Inuyasha trying to wing it on his own, without her help, but doing an abysmal job of it. BTW, I don't own Inuyasha, but I wish I did! - LK
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"Damn" Inuyasha said, sopping wet hair dripping on the floor of his large apartment. That storm had come out of nowhere! Thunder rolled ominously in the distance, but his keen ears easily picked up the patter of little feet before they even reached him.
He half-smiled as a little boy peeped shyly from around the corner of the nearest walkway. A head of black hair fell messily around two pointed little black ears, blue eyes with slitted pupils widening as the small form let out a squeal of excitement. "Daaaaadddddyyyyyyy!"
Fiercely, the small child charged right at his father, slamming into his legs, not even bothered by the soaking wet fabric of his father's pants. "You're home! You're home!" he yelled, clapping his little clawed hands together in excitement. Inuyasha couldn't help but smile as he picked the little boy up and swung him around by his arms, eliciting a yelp of happiness from the young pup. He flipped him over easily, allowing him to dangle a few inches off the floor before he set him down.
"FINALLY!" came an indignant snort from the next room over. Inuyasha looked up from his child to grin brightly. A very exasperated young woman, also the wife of his best friend, walked towards him, brown eyes shining tiredly in the dim light of the hallway, her long black hair thrown haphazardly into a loose bun created with two number 2 pencils.
What suspiciously looked like finger paint dotted her clothing, and a large hole had made itself at home in her black, three-quarter length shirt. Her gray capris had grass stains on them, and her socks were filthy. Tiny pieces of dried up play dough fell from her hair like dandruff as she approached, littering the floor like confetti. Her hands supported her back, her large pregnant stomach protruding before her.
"Thank the LORD you're home!" she said, sinking into a wicker chair beside the small table in the entry way that was home to a pile of bills and a dish for keys. She let her head fall back against the wall with a thunk, eliciting a slight chuckle from Inuyasha.
"So I'm guessing you and Raiku had a good time today Sango?"
Sango just groaned, not even bothering to lift her head from where it rested against the wall. Inuyasha laughed, his broad hands encompassing the tiny inu-child's that clutched onto his.
"You know Sango, I really appreciate you baby-sitting for me on such a short notice." he said, ignoring Raiku's interjection of "I'm not a baby!" from six feet below.
"You OWE me Inuyasha Taiyoukai!" she howled indignantly, "As soon as this little monster inside me decides to get the heck out of dodge, you are SOOOOO on diaper duty." Inuyasha grimaced, mentally reliving the days when Raiku had worn diapers, nose wrinkling in disgust as he recalled some of the more.....'charming' scents that had erupted from hiss son's behind on occasion. He tried to shut his ears as her onslaught continued, ignoring her cries of how he was going to have to buy her a new set of capris and a new shirt while he tried to weasel his way out of the original threat.
"Um, Sango?"
"What?!" she snapped, obviously a little irritated at his absence of ten hours.
"How about I make you and Miroku dinner tonight instead?"
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Sango had eagerly agreed to Inuyasha's proposal, trading an evening at the stove for Inuyasha's somewhat lousy cooking. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers.
She had left in a hurry, with a quick excuse of having to go take a shower. 'Yeah' Inuyasha though, 'a shower with Miroku.' He laughed to himself as he walked towards the kitchen, wondering what he could possibly make that wouldn't end up on the walls by the time Raiku was finished.
He decided on spaghetti for himself and his guests, settling on a plain hot dog and potato chips for Raiku. He had barely put the sauce for the spaghetti on the stove to simmer when he heard a loud crash erupt from the living room. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he turned to look through the swinging kitchen door to see what kind of mess Raiku had made this time.
His mother's hand painted vase lay shattered on the floor, the potted plant that had resided in it now sitting clumsily atop Raiku's head, freshly watered dirt matting into clumps amid Raiku's locks as he clumsily tried to claw it out of his hair. Inuyasha mentally counted to ten, thanking the lord he and Kikyo had decided on wood floors and not white carpet when they bought the apartment.
"Raiku?" he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, fearing that if he yelled he would make the four year old turn on the water works.
"Y...yes Daddy?" Raiku responded.
"Why did you break the vase?" Inuyasha managed to growl out, trying to contain his anger. Kikyo had been so good at this....why hadn't the gods given him patience. It was a virtue........just one he didn't happen to possess.
"I didn't mean to Daddy! I threw my ball...and...and..." he whimpered, hiccups signaling the presence of unshed tears.
"Okay, okay." Inuyasha snapped, making the little boy jump. Wincing inwardly, he walked forwards and picked the little demi-youkai up in his arms, protectively cradling the now sniffling child.
"Honest Daddy, I d...didn't mean to, honest!" Raiku hiccupped.
"It's okay Raiku, shhhhh..." Inuyasha mumbled, feeling extremely awkward. "Let's go get you cleaned up, okay?"
"Okay..." the tiny child replied, eyes brightening a little. "Can I have a 'Mr. Bubble' bath?" he squealed, guilty conscience rolling away like storm clouds at the though of having a bubble beard. "Sure thing kiddo." Inuyasha said his nerves slightly calming down. I mean, how much destruction could his son cause in a bathtub?
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Sango rang the doorbell impatiently; her dutiful husband Miroku Houshi, Inuyasha's best friend since pre-school, standing behind her reverently as she lifted the door knocker once again. It fell with a vicious WHAP! upon the door. They'd been waiting for five minutes already. What was the hold up?
She leaned against the door, stomach rumbling loudly. She jumped up, however, when the dead bolt clicked back, smiling in relief as the door swung open to partially to reveal Raiku's head peeking through.
"Well hey there Raiku!" said Miroku, "Can we come in?"
"Sure! But be careful, Daddy's still trying to put out the fire." he said in a solemn voice.
Startled, Sango pushed the door open, and got mooned. Raiku dashed off giggling at super speed as Sango's cry of "RAIKU, WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?" echoed throughout the apartment, which was currently filled with smoke. The fire alarm was beeping incesscently, and the howls of an inu-hanyou caught on fire vaguely reached them from the kitchen on the far side of the apartment.
"Oh my GOSH!" she yelped, grabbing Miroku and shoving him forward into the apartment. "Go help Inuyasha!" Miroku barely had time to catch his balance and take off his shoes as he dashed through the living room towards the kitchen, socked feet stepping on the forgotten shards of the broken vase on the floor.
"SHIT!" he yelped, blood dripping from a large cut on his leg as he tried to hop on one foot. He slammed into the door stop for the kitchen door, and fell over in agony, landing viciously on the hard wood floor. Sango stared, frightened. She ran screeching towards Miroku, only to have Inuyasha come running, ears slightly charred from the kitchen to slam directly into her side. With a screech she tumbled backwards, luckily landing on something soft. Inuyasha fell forwards, face first into the floor with a curse as his bare bottomed son charged by. Wincing, he licked his now busted lip, his hands burnt, and parts of his white dress shirt still flaming. He viciously rolled on the floor to put out the smoldering fabric.
Inuyasha groaned miserably, wondering if the gods had laid a curse on him.
"Hey guys?" Sango said shakily from her seated position on the soft thing, which just happened to be her husband Miroku. "Yes?" her husband mumbled, face smashed into the floor.
"I think my water broke."
They had.
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A/N: Okay, that's all I'm posting for right now. Chapter Three is currently under construction. I would go ahead and post it, but I've already written two separate rough drafts, and I'm leaning towards publishing the second. My sis, who's also my beta reader, thinks it's the better of the two. So I might just go with that one. Expect to see more out soon! This chapter is probably going to appear a little short on FF.net but it is five pages long in Microsoft word, so go figure. ( Oh, and pretty please R/R! - LK
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A/N: Okay, get ready for a little bit of chaos! You will eventually find out what happens to Kikyo, but it'll occur in a flashback. This whole chapter is basically about Inuyasha trying to wing it on his own, without her help, but doing an abysmal job of it. BTW, I don't own Inuyasha, but I wish I did! - LK
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"Damn" Inuyasha said, sopping wet hair dripping on the floor of his large apartment. That storm had come out of nowhere! Thunder rolled ominously in the distance, but his keen ears easily picked up the patter of little feet before they even reached him.
He half-smiled as a little boy peeped shyly from around the corner of the nearest walkway. A head of black hair fell messily around two pointed little black ears, blue eyes with slitted pupils widening as the small form let out a squeal of excitement. "Daaaaadddddyyyyyyy!"
Fiercely, the small child charged right at his father, slamming into his legs, not even bothered by the soaking wet fabric of his father's pants. "You're home! You're home!" he yelled, clapping his little clawed hands together in excitement. Inuyasha couldn't help but smile as he picked the little boy up and swung him around by his arms, eliciting a yelp of happiness from the young pup. He flipped him over easily, allowing him to dangle a few inches off the floor before he set him down.
"FINALLY!" came an indignant snort from the next room over. Inuyasha looked up from his child to grin brightly. A very exasperated young woman, also the wife of his best friend, walked towards him, brown eyes shining tiredly in the dim light of the hallway, her long black hair thrown haphazardly into a loose bun created with two number 2 pencils.
What suspiciously looked like finger paint dotted her clothing, and a large hole had made itself at home in her black, three-quarter length shirt. Her gray capris had grass stains on them, and her socks were filthy. Tiny pieces of dried up play dough fell from her hair like dandruff as she approached, littering the floor like confetti. Her hands supported her back, her large pregnant stomach protruding before her.
"Thank the LORD you're home!" she said, sinking into a wicker chair beside the small table in the entry way that was home to a pile of bills and a dish for keys. She let her head fall back against the wall with a thunk, eliciting a slight chuckle from Inuyasha.
"So I'm guessing you and Raiku had a good time today Sango?"
Sango just groaned, not even bothering to lift her head from where it rested against the wall. Inuyasha laughed, his broad hands encompassing the tiny inu-child's that clutched onto his.
"You know Sango, I really appreciate you baby-sitting for me on such a short notice." he said, ignoring Raiku's interjection of "I'm not a baby!" from six feet below.
"You OWE me Inuyasha Taiyoukai!" she howled indignantly, "As soon as this little monster inside me decides to get the heck out of dodge, you are SOOOOO on diaper duty." Inuyasha grimaced, mentally reliving the days when Raiku had worn diapers, nose wrinkling in disgust as he recalled some of the more.....'charming' scents that had erupted from hiss son's behind on occasion. He tried to shut his ears as her onslaught continued, ignoring her cries of how he was going to have to buy her a new set of capris and a new shirt while he tried to weasel his way out of the original threat.
"Um, Sango?"
"What?!" she snapped, obviously a little irritated at his absence of ten hours.
"How about I make you and Miroku dinner tonight instead?"
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Sango had eagerly agreed to Inuyasha's proposal, trading an evening at the stove for Inuyasha's somewhat lousy cooking. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers.
She had left in a hurry, with a quick excuse of having to go take a shower. 'Yeah' Inuyasha though, 'a shower with Miroku.' He laughed to himself as he walked towards the kitchen, wondering what he could possibly make that wouldn't end up on the walls by the time Raiku was finished.
He decided on spaghetti for himself and his guests, settling on a plain hot dog and potato chips for Raiku. He had barely put the sauce for the spaghetti on the stove to simmer when he heard a loud crash erupt from the living room. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he turned to look through the swinging kitchen door to see what kind of mess Raiku had made this time.
His mother's hand painted vase lay shattered on the floor, the potted plant that had resided in it now sitting clumsily atop Raiku's head, freshly watered dirt matting into clumps amid Raiku's locks as he clumsily tried to claw it out of his hair. Inuyasha mentally counted to ten, thanking the lord he and Kikyo had decided on wood floors and not white carpet when they bought the apartment.
"Raiku?" he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, fearing that if he yelled he would make the four year old turn on the water works.
"Y...yes Daddy?" Raiku responded.
"Why did you break the vase?" Inuyasha managed to growl out, trying to contain his anger. Kikyo had been so good at this....why hadn't the gods given him patience. It was a virtue........just one he didn't happen to possess.
"I didn't mean to Daddy! I threw my ball...and...and..." he whimpered, hiccups signaling the presence of unshed tears.
"Okay, okay." Inuyasha snapped, making the little boy jump. Wincing inwardly, he walked forwards and picked the little demi-youkai up in his arms, protectively cradling the now sniffling child.
"Honest Daddy, I d...didn't mean to, honest!" Raiku hiccupped.
"It's okay Raiku, shhhhh..." Inuyasha mumbled, feeling extremely awkward. "Let's go get you cleaned up, okay?"
"Okay..." the tiny child replied, eyes brightening a little. "Can I have a 'Mr. Bubble' bath?" he squealed, guilty conscience rolling away like storm clouds at the though of having a bubble beard. "Sure thing kiddo." Inuyasha said his nerves slightly calming down. I mean, how much destruction could his son cause in a bathtub?
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Sango rang the doorbell impatiently; her dutiful husband Miroku Houshi, Inuyasha's best friend since pre-school, standing behind her reverently as she lifted the door knocker once again. It fell with a vicious WHAP! upon the door. They'd been waiting for five minutes already. What was the hold up?
She leaned against the door, stomach rumbling loudly. She jumped up, however, when the dead bolt clicked back, smiling in relief as the door swung open to partially to reveal Raiku's head peeking through.
"Well hey there Raiku!" said Miroku, "Can we come in?"
"Sure! But be careful, Daddy's still trying to put out the fire." he said in a solemn voice.
Startled, Sango pushed the door open, and got mooned. Raiku dashed off giggling at super speed as Sango's cry of "RAIKU, WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?" echoed throughout the apartment, which was currently filled with smoke. The fire alarm was beeping incesscently, and the howls of an inu-hanyou caught on fire vaguely reached them from the kitchen on the far side of the apartment.
"Oh my GOSH!" she yelped, grabbing Miroku and shoving him forward into the apartment. "Go help Inuyasha!" Miroku barely had time to catch his balance and take off his shoes as he dashed through the living room towards the kitchen, socked feet stepping on the forgotten shards of the broken vase on the floor.
"SHIT!" he yelped, blood dripping from a large cut on his leg as he tried to hop on one foot. He slammed into the door stop for the kitchen door, and fell over in agony, landing viciously on the hard wood floor. Sango stared, frightened. She ran screeching towards Miroku, only to have Inuyasha come running, ears slightly charred from the kitchen to slam directly into her side. With a screech she tumbled backwards, luckily landing on something soft. Inuyasha fell forwards, face first into the floor with a curse as his bare bottomed son charged by. Wincing, he licked his now busted lip, his hands burnt, and parts of his white dress shirt still flaming. He viciously rolled on the floor to put out the smoldering fabric.
Inuyasha groaned miserably, wondering if the gods had laid a curse on him.
"Hey guys?" Sango said shakily from her seated position on the soft thing, which just happened to be her husband Miroku. "Yes?" her husband mumbled, face smashed into the floor.
"I think my water broke."
They had.
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A/N: Okay, that's all I'm posting for right now. Chapter Three is currently under construction. I would go ahead and post it, but I've already written two separate rough drafts, and I'm leaning towards publishing the second. My sis, who's also my beta reader, thinks it's the better of the two. So I might just go with that one. Expect to see more out soon! This chapter is probably going to appear a little short on FF.net but it is five pages long in Microsoft word, so go figure. ( Oh, and pretty please R/R! - LK