Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co....
A/N: I just wanna know. Is my plot becoming...confusing? Or is it coming together? When I write I tend to write whatever comes to mind so sometimes it gets very jumbled.
This story is my TOP PRIORITY so I'll update as quick as I can. This is the only one I'm updating really. My first account: Madoka Makkura has one story on my top priority list so you shouldn't worry about me getting sidetracked (although I do...a lot!)
Anyway, I like this chapter a lot. It will be long, over 4,000 words cause I want the next or the chapter after that to be the last one, okay?
Also, if there is a lot of mistakes please try and bear them. My computer is currently reinstalling Photoshop so it is very slow. V ~_^
So here we are!!!
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Chapter 15: Underestimating a Hanyou Pt. 1
"You think they have Kami-sama in the States?"
"Of course they do, Mrs. Soup."
"Cause, I noticed that they are much more violent then use. 11,000 murders a year. Can't believe people go there for freedom."
"Well, they do have more rights, Mrs. Soup."
"I know, Mr. Soup."
"Then why are you asking?"
"Because, there are so many people there and I don't—AHHHH!!!" she was interrupted as a tree fell behind her.
"That little bitch! Shooing me out like a friggen nobody!" an angry voice shouted as more trees fell nearby.
"Mrs. Soup, we shall evacuate!" Mr. Soup yelled as he grabbed his wife's hand and tried to pull her away.
Hands held his shoulder. They both looked up into a soft, kind face.
"Please, may I speak with you?" he asked, smiling afterwards.
*--*--*
"Kagome-sama, you sure are acting strange." Tsuyume commented as she and Sango watched as Kagome looked over her shoulder for what seemed like the twentieth time that day.
"I'm sorry." Was all she said as she looked down at her lap. "My brain feels itchy."
The two girls took a double take. "How the hell does you brain feel itchy?" Tsuyume asked. "I hope it wasn't from my little show of clumsiness in the waterfall."
"No, no. . ." Kagome said softly. "I think it's just this new. . ."
"Transformation?" Tsuyume offered.
"I guess."
Sango came over a put her arm around Kagome's shoulders. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it and over come these transformations." She reassured the younger girl.
"I hope. "Kagome swallowed.
*--*--*
So Mama had grown rounder around the middle, showing everyone that she had not been lying about carrying the youkai's child.
And Kagome was in mourning.
"Look on the bright side, Kagome, we'll have a younger kid to bully together." Souta offered as Kagome walked with him to school.
"Right, but that man will kill us if we touch a hair on that brats head." Words Kagome had never thought of using in a normal day flowed freely from her mouth.
"Uh. . .Kagome?" The two stopped.
"What, Souta?" Kagome looked down at him as he led her toward a high wall by the side of the busy street to school.
As they sat down and faced the opposite direct, the small river below, they sat for a long while.
"What is it, Souta?" Kagome asked softly as she stared down at the water below, swinging her feet in time with her younger brothers'.
"Uh. . .Kagome, about Mama and Jichan."
"Jichan?" Kagome almost jumped off the wall. "What does all this stuff have to do with Jichan?"
"I was wondering where we was." Souta looked at Kagome with serious eyes.
"Eh?" Kagome leaned back, away from his intense gaze. "I-I don't know. Really. I just. . .it's been so hectic I had forgotten what Mama had told me."
"What did she tell you?"
"That he's. . that he's. . ." Kagome stammered. She had forgotten where her grandfather went, not that she particularly cared, just that she did want her brother to look so sad.
"Where, tell me Kagome."
And his voice got deeper.
Something clicked in Kagome's mind as she jumped from the wall onto the sidewalk again. "You!" she yelled, terribly surprised.
"Souta" stood on the wall, smirking and laughing.
People stopped and stared up at him, instantly creating a circular ring around Kagome and the wall.
They muttered things but Kagome ignored any sounds from the audience.
"Why do you want to know where Jichan is?!" Kagome yelled up at him.
He jumped down, inches away from Kagome and hovering.
"He's the key to seal you away." And he poiked out (yes, poiked).
There was a strong wind that pulled at the audience, making them scurry away.
Kagome stood still for a moment, wondering and pondering.
During that time elapse snow stared to fall leaving her even more alone on the street.
Finally she moved, and started to run back home.
"If that was him, then where's Souta?" she whispered to herself as she slipped around a corner and sprinted up the steep steps to her shrine.
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She reached her house, Souta was in Mama's room, watching T.V. Kagome almost cried with relief. She went up to him and hugged his tight, where he said that she was being a weirdo and that she was interrupting Detective Conan.
"Souta, do you know where Jichan is?" Kagome asked, knowing that the information had left her mind forever.
"He was called to his sisters' house to help her husband. He's dying or something. I don't know." Souta said distantly as he continued to watch his cartoon.
"You're such a loser." Kagome muttered as she punched him lightly in the cheek. "You just watch out. If that guy comes and trys to harm one hair on your arm you yell and I'll have Inuyasha rip his lungs out."
"Inu no Nii-chan??" Souta asked absently. "He could rip his eyes out a feet them through his intestines if he wanted to, right Kagome?"
"Eww! You've been watching too much Rurouni Kenshin, Souta."
"Hey!"
Kagome giggled and stood, wiping imaginary dust form her skirt. "Just watch out, kay, Souta?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll watch my back." He said as he shooed her away.
"I mean it, Souta!" Kagome yelled as he closed the door on her back. "Brat." She muttered under her breath.
"Kagome-chan. Have you seen Houshi-sama?" Sango asked as she came up to Kagome, a concerned look on her face. She was wearing an extra spring dress that Kagome wasn't going to wear. It fit Sango perfectly. A pink, lightly patterned dress that hung just above the knees.
"Uh. . .no. . .I think he went to where Inuyasha is." Kagome replied as the two walked down toward the kitchen.
"Then, where's Inuyasha?" Sango asked almost hopefully as she followed Kagome around the kitchen.
"Dunno." Kagome replied once again as she started to prepare some miso soup for dinner. "Can you hand me that can?" she asked absent-mindedly.
Sango obliged. "I'm worried. . ."
"Don't worry, they won't kill anyone." Kagome said, then blinked. "I think our rolls have been reversed."
"What?" Sango asked as she turned toward Kagome and blinked as well.
"Let's reply that scene." Kagome said as she put down the can she was about to pour.
"I'm worried. What if Houshi-sama is picking up some women?"
"Don't' worry Sango-chan, Inuyasha's there to stop him." Kagome seemed satisfied.
'I seem to be becoming such a. . .crass girl lately. . .it must be that man. The father of my mothers' child. The jerk' she thought to herself angrily.
She yelped as she dropped the can lid she had been clenching.
Sango looked at Kagome oddly as the other girl blew on her bleeding hand a ran it under water. "You really need to get in shape, Kagome-chan."
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"Did you know that the average teenaged girl thinks about sex almost every other hour?"
"Do tell?"
"They're horny little offspring's. Whoever taught them that sex is a meaningful thing in life is an idiot."
"Well said, Mrs. Soup."
"I think it's a wonderful idea!"
Mr. And Mrs. Soup stared at Miroku like he was a three-headed dragon.
"What?"
"Girls are getting pregnant." Said Mr. Soup.
"And having more after that!" Mrs. Soup added angrily. "As if our population isn't large enough!"
"I don't mind the population, just as long as the girls are still—OOF!!" he turned held his stomach as he fell forward over his knees.
Inuyasha glared down at him. "Stop thinking about having your pleasures and help me think of a way to find this bastard Kagome's afraid of." Inuyasha said angrily as he turned around and headed back toward the shrine.
"Then what was the point in questioning these two people?" Miroku asked after him.
"I don't know, you're the one that thought they looked suspicious!" and then Inuyasha disappeared through off the street.
Mr. And Mrs. Soup glared at Miroku. "We're suspicious? I thought you *liked* talking to us." Mr. Soup said angrily.
"Beat him up, honey!" Mrs. Soup encouraged as they both stood, Mr. Soup cracking his knuckles.
And Miroku tried to run, got pulled back, and beat to a pulp by and older man in a shirt that matched his wife's own Hawaiian shirt.
*--*--*
"Buyo, Buyo." Kagome swatted at he cat as it evaded her attempt at trying to remove him from her mothers' room.
Souta was watching and laughing at her feeble attempts.
"If you think it's so funny then try it yourself." Kagome growled as she sat back on her heels.
"Fine." And Souta tried, picking up the cat by the collar and dropping him into Kagome's lap.
He smirked.
"You show off." Kagome muttered as she stood, the fat cat cradled like a baby in her arms.
"What did you want him so bad for?" Sango asked as she walked toward the cat and pet his head.
"A test." Kagome said simply.
"I don't wanna know." Souta muttered as he started to walk away.
"And this test involves the decoy of a child playing with this cat." Kagome said slyly.
So, Kagome and Sango put the plan together. Kagome knew exactly when the man would return and staged the plan immediately.
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Mr. Abusive-evil-doer arrived at the exact time Kagome had predicted. He patted Souta's and Buyo's head, like any father returning home from work.
Souta said his good-son lines, Buyo swashed his tail angrily and did a cat growl. Kagome kicked his side as she came out form the kitchen, Sango following, wearing a spare of Kagome's uniform, her hair up in a high ponytail, tied with a red bow.
"Oh, do you have a friend over, sweetie?" he asked as he smiled at her.
Kagome was taken aback by the "sweetie" bit but knew it was just a trick.
He reached over a kissed her on the top of the head. "Did you have a good day, girls?"
'What is going on,' Kagome thought skeptically. "Uh. . . yeah." She said and smiled.
"Sure, whatever." Sango said as she pulled at the skirt. She had protested how short it was and that she would never, even if Kagome was crawling with a missing leg, would she wear such a short skirt.
But she had, after being convinced faintly by Kagome's pleading.
"Now, honey, can you help me clean the dishes?" he asked. "Your friend can help too if you wants." She smiled.
"Eww. . ." Kagome, Sango, and Souta said at the same time.
He just smiled, put down his suitcase, took off his jacket, and entered the kitchen.
"What was that?" Sango asked. "I thought you said he was an evil drunken bastard."
"That. . .isn't him." Kagome cast a glance at Souta, locking a scared look with him. "That's our father."
Sango raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute. I thought you said he died." Sango said. "I'm so confused I think my brain is going to overwork itself."
"He didn't die, they divorced." Souta said as he stood, dropping Buyo into Kagome's arms.
"Divorced?" Sango asked cluelessly.
"It's when two people start to dislike one another for personal or public reasons and break apart legally. It's like when you break up with your boyfriend, only with your lifetime mate." Kagome explained as they walked to the living room.
"But dad never drank and. . .hit you." Souta said to Kagome hesitantly.
"Oh yes he did. That's the reason mama divorced him. Don't you remember anything, Souta?" Kagome asked as they all sat on the chair. "Plus, Jichan said he was cheating on Mama, which only she believed. Dad was so unattractive that even girl dogs wouldn't want him."
Sango stared at her hands for a second. "He seemed kinda good looking to me."
Souta and Kagome gaped at her. "Sango! That's the grossest thing I have ever hear since Miroku-sama said he want me to bear his child!"
"But I'm not lying! His hair was so. . .and his eyes. . .I think I'm having withdraws." Sango said as she let her head flop backwards against the couch.
Kagome stared at her slyly. "Withdraws of what?"
"Nothing." Sango said, her blush hidden by the angle her head was in.
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"Look, see, there he is, 'cleaning'." Inuyasha said angrily as he pointed from a lower tree branch at the kitchen window where "Father" was cleaning dishes.
"What a girly man." Miroku said as he squinted at the man. "He's wearing frills."
"What are frills?" Inuyasha asked.
"Something all girls wear here. I think Kagome-sama wore them. . .once. . .or was that my dream last night." He whispered.
"You *dream* about her?!" Inuyasha yelled as he grabbed Miroku by the collar. "I'll kill you is it's perverted."
"It. . .it isn't." Miroku stammered.
"Good." Inuyasha dropped him. "Anyway, we gotta kill him. Maybe if I gut him he'll see how much he's underestimated me."
Miroku was silent. "Couldn't we just threaten him? He seems so . .I don't know. . .motherly."
"That asshole gave Kagome a black 'n blue on her cheek! How the hell is that motherly! Unless your mom gave you a bruises on the cheek." He muttered the last part.
"Look, I don't even remember my mother, let alone getting hit by her."
Inuyasha ignored him. "We'll wait till he's asleep. I think I know where he sleeps."
"Oh really?"
"With the mom."
Miroku laughed. "I'd like to be him then."
He was lying on the ground twitching a second later.
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It became night before Inuyasha and Miroku had finished their plotting. Finally, after all the lights had gone out, they entered the house.
"I can't see a damn thing. Ow!" Miroku yelped.
Inuyasha turned on him. "If you don't shut up we'll get caught and guess who'll get killed?"
"You?" Miroku whispered.
"No, I'd be long gone."
"Thanks." Miroku said flatly. "Ow! I just hit my toe!"
"Who cares, now shut up!"
They crept through the house, Miroku hitting his knees, legs, toes, nose, eye, and just about every other body part he had on tables, chairs, cats, and doors.
Inuyasha pushed open a door finally and they both steppe din, closing the door quietly.
"Which one's the mom?" Miroku whispered.
"The smaller lump."
"Ok."
They reached the larger, snoring lump and poked it in the side a few times before Inuyasha pulled out Tetsusaiga and Miroku pulled out a butchers knife from inside his sleeves.
They rose their weapons and brought it down. When the sound of a painful scream didn't reach their ears they gulped.
"Uh. . .Inuyasha. . .are you sure that's. . .a person?" Miroku questioned after a while.
"Of course it's a person, what else would it—"he pulled back the covers, revealing a large body pillow.
"Shit. . ."
The window next tot eh bed slammed closed.
"Trying to kill me, boys?" said a chilling voice. "Or should I say, hanyou."
Inuyasha whirled around, Tetsusaiga still untransformed in his hands. "You're the bastard that's been tryin' to hurt Kagome, eh?" he said calmly, smirking.
"So what?" he was drunk. It was obvious as he stumbled forward to clasp a hand on Inuyasha's shoulder, trying to lift him up.
Miroku laughed behind his hand at Inuyasha's expression.
Inuyasha grabbed the man's wrist and flipped him over. "Don't. . .touch me." He said slowly as he kicked the guy in the side, receiving a gurgled response and vomit splashing near his feet.
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Kagome's eyes snapped open.
"Sango. . ." she whispered out into the darkness of the room.
Sango muttered a muffled "What"
"Did you hear that?"
Sango sat up from the floor. She slept on an extra futon on the floor right next to Kagome's bed. Buyo jumped off from the foot of Kagome's bed to land with a loud thump by Sango, who pet him absentmindly.
Kagome sat up fully, looking out the window. "He's sober. . .and here." She whispered as she watched large chunks of snow dance outside the window.
*
Sango and Kagome walked down the hall, slowly and carefully, quite and steadily until they reached Souta's room.
They both entered, Kagome immediately pulling Souta out by the arm and dropping him to the floor.
"Ow! Kagome, what was that for?!" he yelled as he lifted his head from its smashed position in the carpet to glare up at her.
"Shh! There's someone in the house." She whispered as she let him stand on his own feet and followed Sango out of the room.
Kagome, in pink pajama pants and a button down pajama shirt; Sango in a blue pajama ensemble like Kagome's; Souta in red and yellow flannel pajamas, tight at the ankles, like a 7 year old boy wears, which he had earned much torment from Kagome for wearing them.
They reached Mama's room and lightly pushed the ajar door open, to reveal Inuyasha punching the shit out of a drunk youkai "father" who was burping up blood and vomit all over the floor and said abuser.
"Inuyasha! What the hell are you doing?!" Kagome yelled.
Inuyasha, on reflex, jumped backwards and hid his bloodied hands. "Nothing!" he said, looking away.
"Very convincing, Inuyasha, after she just saw you almost kill the guy."
Inuyasha elbowed Miroku in the side hard.
"Houshi-sama, you were in on this?" Sango accused as she stepped forward and glared down at him.
Miroku looked away. "He made me."
"Father" lunged at Inuyasha's back. Inuyasha sidestepped the drunken attack and rolled his eyes.
"This is the guy that's been hurting you, Kagome?" he asked skeptically as he walked up to said girl.
"Yeah. . .but he's not sober enough to think. He doesn't do as much damage when he's in his evadable state." Kagome said as she looked away form Inuyasha's annoyed face.
"C'mon, I could kick the crap outta him and he'd still come back for me. Watch-."
"Father" came at him again, and Inuyasha lifted his leg backwards, planting a kick in his stomach. "I never thought a tai-youkai like him would be such a push-over." He muttered.
Kagome stared at he ground. "Does he have youki at least?" she asked, slight hope in her voice.
"Barely, I only caught a whiff of it while I was trying to plant his face into the ground."
"Oh. . ."
"Do it again!" Souta said happily.
But the happiness wasn't there for long. The air suddenly changed as an uncomfortable feeling of power filled the room.
"Father" was sobering up, more than ever now.
He was able to form full sentences now, swing a punch, and block, dodge, and jump.
He planted a K.Oing punch to Miroku's gut and hit Sango in the face, which Kagome jumped on his arm, biting him, and yelling that hitting a girl was what only a prick like his would do. She was thrown across the room and sprawled across the bed.
She winced as she sat up on her elbow. The smaller lump that Inuyasha and Miroku had taken for Kagome's mother was unmoving through the whole loud escapade.
Kagome poked it a few times before pulling back the covers and gasping at the scene.
Her mother, a long gash across her swollen middle and blood coming from her slightly parted mouth. Her eyes were open and unmoving.
Horror covered her face as she stared at her unmoving mother for minutes.
No one had noticed yet what had come of it, everyone getting a piece of the youkai that was currently winning.
Someone was thrown out the window, and it wasn't "father".
Kagome looked toward the window, one horror after another surfacing.
Inuyasha had fallen out that window, currently in a fighting stance on the ground below the two story high window.
"Father" jumped out after him and the face off began.
Kagome ran as fast as she could out of the room and outside, Souta, Sango, and Miroku following suit.
The wind picked up as Kagome's senses prickled, anger, sorrow, and despair mixing together as her youkai half stirred.
Inuyasha and "father" slicing at each other with sharp claws, and Sango and Miroku almost collapsed form blood loss on the floor.
Souta was still surprised by everything and was shaking in fear, clutched to Kagome's leg.
Kagome shook as well, before a different reason. She clenched her fists tightly and closed her eyes.
"STOP!!!!"
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A/N: wow, what a chapter, can't believe I wrote that much. It was hard, like pulling teeth. I know, some of this will be very confusing for you so please just bare.
I hope it was a good chapter, was it, was it? I tried my very hardest!!! Hee hee!!!
The next chapter will be the last chapter, then an epilogue, ok? I can't wait!!!
So please anticipate the next long chapter:
Chapter 16: Underestimating a Hanyou Pt. 2
A/N: I just wanna know. Is my plot becoming...confusing? Or is it coming together? When I write I tend to write whatever comes to mind so sometimes it gets very jumbled.
This story is my TOP PRIORITY so I'll update as quick as I can. This is the only one I'm updating really. My first account: Madoka Makkura has one story on my top priority list so you shouldn't worry about me getting sidetracked (although I do...a lot!)
Anyway, I like this chapter a lot. It will be long, over 4,000 words cause I want the next or the chapter after that to be the last one, okay?
Also, if there is a lot of mistakes please try and bear them. My computer is currently reinstalling Photoshop so it is very slow. V ~_^
So here we are!!!
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Chapter 15: Underestimating a Hanyou Pt. 1
"You think they have Kami-sama in the States?"
"Of course they do, Mrs. Soup."
"Cause, I noticed that they are much more violent then use. 11,000 murders a year. Can't believe people go there for freedom."
"Well, they do have more rights, Mrs. Soup."
"I know, Mr. Soup."
"Then why are you asking?"
"Because, there are so many people there and I don't—AHHHH!!!" she was interrupted as a tree fell behind her.
"That little bitch! Shooing me out like a friggen nobody!" an angry voice shouted as more trees fell nearby.
"Mrs. Soup, we shall evacuate!" Mr. Soup yelled as he grabbed his wife's hand and tried to pull her away.
Hands held his shoulder. They both looked up into a soft, kind face.
"Please, may I speak with you?" he asked, smiling afterwards.
*--*--*
"Kagome-sama, you sure are acting strange." Tsuyume commented as she and Sango watched as Kagome looked over her shoulder for what seemed like the twentieth time that day.
"I'm sorry." Was all she said as she looked down at her lap. "My brain feels itchy."
The two girls took a double take. "How the hell does you brain feel itchy?" Tsuyume asked. "I hope it wasn't from my little show of clumsiness in the waterfall."
"No, no. . ." Kagome said softly. "I think it's just this new. . ."
"Transformation?" Tsuyume offered.
"I guess."
Sango came over a put her arm around Kagome's shoulders. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it and over come these transformations." She reassured the younger girl.
"I hope. "Kagome swallowed.
*--*--*
So Mama had grown rounder around the middle, showing everyone that she had not been lying about carrying the youkai's child.
And Kagome was in mourning.
"Look on the bright side, Kagome, we'll have a younger kid to bully together." Souta offered as Kagome walked with him to school.
"Right, but that man will kill us if we touch a hair on that brats head." Words Kagome had never thought of using in a normal day flowed freely from her mouth.
"Uh. . .Kagome?" The two stopped.
"What, Souta?" Kagome looked down at him as he led her toward a high wall by the side of the busy street to school.
As they sat down and faced the opposite direct, the small river below, they sat for a long while.
"What is it, Souta?" Kagome asked softly as she stared down at the water below, swinging her feet in time with her younger brothers'.
"Uh. . .Kagome, about Mama and Jichan."
"Jichan?" Kagome almost jumped off the wall. "What does all this stuff have to do with Jichan?"
"I was wondering where we was." Souta looked at Kagome with serious eyes.
"Eh?" Kagome leaned back, away from his intense gaze. "I-I don't know. Really. I just. . .it's been so hectic I had forgotten what Mama had told me."
"What did she tell you?"
"That he's. . that he's. . ." Kagome stammered. She had forgotten where her grandfather went, not that she particularly cared, just that she did want her brother to look so sad.
"Where, tell me Kagome."
And his voice got deeper.
Something clicked in Kagome's mind as she jumped from the wall onto the sidewalk again. "You!" she yelled, terribly surprised.
"Souta" stood on the wall, smirking and laughing.
People stopped and stared up at him, instantly creating a circular ring around Kagome and the wall.
They muttered things but Kagome ignored any sounds from the audience.
"Why do you want to know where Jichan is?!" Kagome yelled up at him.
He jumped down, inches away from Kagome and hovering.
"He's the key to seal you away." And he poiked out (yes, poiked).
There was a strong wind that pulled at the audience, making them scurry away.
Kagome stood still for a moment, wondering and pondering.
During that time elapse snow stared to fall leaving her even more alone on the street.
Finally she moved, and started to run back home.
"If that was him, then where's Souta?" she whispered to herself as she slipped around a corner and sprinted up the steep steps to her shrine.
*--*--*
She reached her house, Souta was in Mama's room, watching T.V. Kagome almost cried with relief. She went up to him and hugged his tight, where he said that she was being a weirdo and that she was interrupting Detective Conan.
"Souta, do you know where Jichan is?" Kagome asked, knowing that the information had left her mind forever.
"He was called to his sisters' house to help her husband. He's dying or something. I don't know." Souta said distantly as he continued to watch his cartoon.
"You're such a loser." Kagome muttered as she punched him lightly in the cheek. "You just watch out. If that guy comes and trys to harm one hair on your arm you yell and I'll have Inuyasha rip his lungs out."
"Inu no Nii-chan??" Souta asked absently. "He could rip his eyes out a feet them through his intestines if he wanted to, right Kagome?"
"Eww! You've been watching too much Rurouni Kenshin, Souta."
"Hey!"
Kagome giggled and stood, wiping imaginary dust form her skirt. "Just watch out, kay, Souta?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll watch my back." He said as he shooed her away.
"I mean it, Souta!" Kagome yelled as he closed the door on her back. "Brat." She muttered under her breath.
"Kagome-chan. Have you seen Houshi-sama?" Sango asked as she came up to Kagome, a concerned look on her face. She was wearing an extra spring dress that Kagome wasn't going to wear. It fit Sango perfectly. A pink, lightly patterned dress that hung just above the knees.
"Uh. . .no. . .I think he went to where Inuyasha is." Kagome replied as the two walked down toward the kitchen.
"Then, where's Inuyasha?" Sango asked almost hopefully as she followed Kagome around the kitchen.
"Dunno." Kagome replied once again as she started to prepare some miso soup for dinner. "Can you hand me that can?" she asked absent-mindedly.
Sango obliged. "I'm worried. . ."
"Don't worry, they won't kill anyone." Kagome said, then blinked. "I think our rolls have been reversed."
"What?" Sango asked as she turned toward Kagome and blinked as well.
"Let's reply that scene." Kagome said as she put down the can she was about to pour.
"I'm worried. What if Houshi-sama is picking up some women?"
"Don't' worry Sango-chan, Inuyasha's there to stop him." Kagome seemed satisfied.
'I seem to be becoming such a. . .crass girl lately. . .it must be that man. The father of my mothers' child. The jerk' she thought to herself angrily.
She yelped as she dropped the can lid she had been clenching.
Sango looked at Kagome oddly as the other girl blew on her bleeding hand a ran it under water. "You really need to get in shape, Kagome-chan."
*--*--*
"Did you know that the average teenaged girl thinks about sex almost every other hour?"
"Do tell?"
"They're horny little offspring's. Whoever taught them that sex is a meaningful thing in life is an idiot."
"Well said, Mrs. Soup."
"I think it's a wonderful idea!"
Mr. And Mrs. Soup stared at Miroku like he was a three-headed dragon.
"What?"
"Girls are getting pregnant." Said Mr. Soup.
"And having more after that!" Mrs. Soup added angrily. "As if our population isn't large enough!"
"I don't mind the population, just as long as the girls are still—OOF!!" he turned held his stomach as he fell forward over his knees.
Inuyasha glared down at him. "Stop thinking about having your pleasures and help me think of a way to find this bastard Kagome's afraid of." Inuyasha said angrily as he turned around and headed back toward the shrine.
"Then what was the point in questioning these two people?" Miroku asked after him.
"I don't know, you're the one that thought they looked suspicious!" and then Inuyasha disappeared through off the street.
Mr. And Mrs. Soup glared at Miroku. "We're suspicious? I thought you *liked* talking to us." Mr. Soup said angrily.
"Beat him up, honey!" Mrs. Soup encouraged as they both stood, Mr. Soup cracking his knuckles.
And Miroku tried to run, got pulled back, and beat to a pulp by and older man in a shirt that matched his wife's own Hawaiian shirt.
*--*--*
"Buyo, Buyo." Kagome swatted at he cat as it evaded her attempt at trying to remove him from her mothers' room.
Souta was watching and laughing at her feeble attempts.
"If you think it's so funny then try it yourself." Kagome growled as she sat back on her heels.
"Fine." And Souta tried, picking up the cat by the collar and dropping him into Kagome's lap.
He smirked.
"You show off." Kagome muttered as she stood, the fat cat cradled like a baby in her arms.
"What did you want him so bad for?" Sango asked as she walked toward the cat and pet his head.
"A test." Kagome said simply.
"I don't wanna know." Souta muttered as he started to walk away.
"And this test involves the decoy of a child playing with this cat." Kagome said slyly.
So, Kagome and Sango put the plan together. Kagome knew exactly when the man would return and staged the plan immediately.
*
Mr. Abusive-evil-doer arrived at the exact time Kagome had predicted. He patted Souta's and Buyo's head, like any father returning home from work.
Souta said his good-son lines, Buyo swashed his tail angrily and did a cat growl. Kagome kicked his side as she came out form the kitchen, Sango following, wearing a spare of Kagome's uniform, her hair up in a high ponytail, tied with a red bow.
"Oh, do you have a friend over, sweetie?" he asked as he smiled at her.
Kagome was taken aback by the "sweetie" bit but knew it was just a trick.
He reached over a kissed her on the top of the head. "Did you have a good day, girls?"
'What is going on,' Kagome thought skeptically. "Uh. . . yeah." She said and smiled.
"Sure, whatever." Sango said as she pulled at the skirt. She had protested how short it was and that she would never, even if Kagome was crawling with a missing leg, would she wear such a short skirt.
But she had, after being convinced faintly by Kagome's pleading.
"Now, honey, can you help me clean the dishes?" he asked. "Your friend can help too if you wants." She smiled.
"Eww. . ." Kagome, Sango, and Souta said at the same time.
He just smiled, put down his suitcase, took off his jacket, and entered the kitchen.
"What was that?" Sango asked. "I thought you said he was an evil drunken bastard."
"That. . .isn't him." Kagome cast a glance at Souta, locking a scared look with him. "That's our father."
Sango raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute. I thought you said he died." Sango said. "I'm so confused I think my brain is going to overwork itself."
"He didn't die, they divorced." Souta said as he stood, dropping Buyo into Kagome's arms.
"Divorced?" Sango asked cluelessly.
"It's when two people start to dislike one another for personal or public reasons and break apart legally. It's like when you break up with your boyfriend, only with your lifetime mate." Kagome explained as they walked to the living room.
"But dad never drank and. . .hit you." Souta said to Kagome hesitantly.
"Oh yes he did. That's the reason mama divorced him. Don't you remember anything, Souta?" Kagome asked as they all sat on the chair. "Plus, Jichan said he was cheating on Mama, which only she believed. Dad was so unattractive that even girl dogs wouldn't want him."
Sango stared at her hands for a second. "He seemed kinda good looking to me."
Souta and Kagome gaped at her. "Sango! That's the grossest thing I have ever hear since Miroku-sama said he want me to bear his child!"
"But I'm not lying! His hair was so. . .and his eyes. . .I think I'm having withdraws." Sango said as she let her head flop backwards against the couch.
Kagome stared at her slyly. "Withdraws of what?"
"Nothing." Sango said, her blush hidden by the angle her head was in.
*--*--*
"Look, see, there he is, 'cleaning'." Inuyasha said angrily as he pointed from a lower tree branch at the kitchen window where "Father" was cleaning dishes.
"What a girly man." Miroku said as he squinted at the man. "He's wearing frills."
"What are frills?" Inuyasha asked.
"Something all girls wear here. I think Kagome-sama wore them. . .once. . .or was that my dream last night." He whispered.
"You *dream* about her?!" Inuyasha yelled as he grabbed Miroku by the collar. "I'll kill you is it's perverted."
"It. . .it isn't." Miroku stammered.
"Good." Inuyasha dropped him. "Anyway, we gotta kill him. Maybe if I gut him he'll see how much he's underestimated me."
Miroku was silent. "Couldn't we just threaten him? He seems so . .I don't know. . .motherly."
"That asshole gave Kagome a black 'n blue on her cheek! How the hell is that motherly! Unless your mom gave you a bruises on the cheek." He muttered the last part.
"Look, I don't even remember my mother, let alone getting hit by her."
Inuyasha ignored him. "We'll wait till he's asleep. I think I know where he sleeps."
"Oh really?"
"With the mom."
Miroku laughed. "I'd like to be him then."
He was lying on the ground twitching a second later.
*--*--*
It became night before Inuyasha and Miroku had finished their plotting. Finally, after all the lights had gone out, they entered the house.
"I can't see a damn thing. Ow!" Miroku yelped.
Inuyasha turned on him. "If you don't shut up we'll get caught and guess who'll get killed?"
"You?" Miroku whispered.
"No, I'd be long gone."
"Thanks." Miroku said flatly. "Ow! I just hit my toe!"
"Who cares, now shut up!"
They crept through the house, Miroku hitting his knees, legs, toes, nose, eye, and just about every other body part he had on tables, chairs, cats, and doors.
Inuyasha pushed open a door finally and they both steppe din, closing the door quietly.
"Which one's the mom?" Miroku whispered.
"The smaller lump."
"Ok."
They reached the larger, snoring lump and poked it in the side a few times before Inuyasha pulled out Tetsusaiga and Miroku pulled out a butchers knife from inside his sleeves.
They rose their weapons and brought it down. When the sound of a painful scream didn't reach their ears they gulped.
"Uh. . .Inuyasha. . .are you sure that's. . .a person?" Miroku questioned after a while.
"Of course it's a person, what else would it—"he pulled back the covers, revealing a large body pillow.
"Shit. . ."
The window next tot eh bed slammed closed.
"Trying to kill me, boys?" said a chilling voice. "Or should I say, hanyou."
Inuyasha whirled around, Tetsusaiga still untransformed in his hands. "You're the bastard that's been tryin' to hurt Kagome, eh?" he said calmly, smirking.
"So what?" he was drunk. It was obvious as he stumbled forward to clasp a hand on Inuyasha's shoulder, trying to lift him up.
Miroku laughed behind his hand at Inuyasha's expression.
Inuyasha grabbed the man's wrist and flipped him over. "Don't. . .touch me." He said slowly as he kicked the guy in the side, receiving a gurgled response and vomit splashing near his feet.
*--*--*
Kagome's eyes snapped open.
"Sango. . ." she whispered out into the darkness of the room.
Sango muttered a muffled "What"
"Did you hear that?"
Sango sat up from the floor. She slept on an extra futon on the floor right next to Kagome's bed. Buyo jumped off from the foot of Kagome's bed to land with a loud thump by Sango, who pet him absentmindly.
Kagome sat up fully, looking out the window. "He's sober. . .and here." She whispered as she watched large chunks of snow dance outside the window.
*
Sango and Kagome walked down the hall, slowly and carefully, quite and steadily until they reached Souta's room.
They both entered, Kagome immediately pulling Souta out by the arm and dropping him to the floor.
"Ow! Kagome, what was that for?!" he yelled as he lifted his head from its smashed position in the carpet to glare up at her.
"Shh! There's someone in the house." She whispered as she let him stand on his own feet and followed Sango out of the room.
Kagome, in pink pajama pants and a button down pajama shirt; Sango in a blue pajama ensemble like Kagome's; Souta in red and yellow flannel pajamas, tight at the ankles, like a 7 year old boy wears, which he had earned much torment from Kagome for wearing them.
They reached Mama's room and lightly pushed the ajar door open, to reveal Inuyasha punching the shit out of a drunk youkai "father" who was burping up blood and vomit all over the floor and said abuser.
"Inuyasha! What the hell are you doing?!" Kagome yelled.
Inuyasha, on reflex, jumped backwards and hid his bloodied hands. "Nothing!" he said, looking away.
"Very convincing, Inuyasha, after she just saw you almost kill the guy."
Inuyasha elbowed Miroku in the side hard.
"Houshi-sama, you were in on this?" Sango accused as she stepped forward and glared down at him.
Miroku looked away. "He made me."
"Father" lunged at Inuyasha's back. Inuyasha sidestepped the drunken attack and rolled his eyes.
"This is the guy that's been hurting you, Kagome?" he asked skeptically as he walked up to said girl.
"Yeah. . .but he's not sober enough to think. He doesn't do as much damage when he's in his evadable state." Kagome said as she looked away form Inuyasha's annoyed face.
"C'mon, I could kick the crap outta him and he'd still come back for me. Watch-."
"Father" came at him again, and Inuyasha lifted his leg backwards, planting a kick in his stomach. "I never thought a tai-youkai like him would be such a push-over." He muttered.
Kagome stared at he ground. "Does he have youki at least?" she asked, slight hope in her voice.
"Barely, I only caught a whiff of it while I was trying to plant his face into the ground."
"Oh. . ."
"Do it again!" Souta said happily.
But the happiness wasn't there for long. The air suddenly changed as an uncomfortable feeling of power filled the room.
"Father" was sobering up, more than ever now.
He was able to form full sentences now, swing a punch, and block, dodge, and jump.
He planted a K.Oing punch to Miroku's gut and hit Sango in the face, which Kagome jumped on his arm, biting him, and yelling that hitting a girl was what only a prick like his would do. She was thrown across the room and sprawled across the bed.
She winced as she sat up on her elbow. The smaller lump that Inuyasha and Miroku had taken for Kagome's mother was unmoving through the whole loud escapade.
Kagome poked it a few times before pulling back the covers and gasping at the scene.
Her mother, a long gash across her swollen middle and blood coming from her slightly parted mouth. Her eyes were open and unmoving.
Horror covered her face as she stared at her unmoving mother for minutes.
No one had noticed yet what had come of it, everyone getting a piece of the youkai that was currently winning.
Someone was thrown out the window, and it wasn't "father".
Kagome looked toward the window, one horror after another surfacing.
Inuyasha had fallen out that window, currently in a fighting stance on the ground below the two story high window.
"Father" jumped out after him and the face off began.
Kagome ran as fast as she could out of the room and outside, Souta, Sango, and Miroku following suit.
The wind picked up as Kagome's senses prickled, anger, sorrow, and despair mixing together as her youkai half stirred.
Inuyasha and "father" slicing at each other with sharp claws, and Sango and Miroku almost collapsed form blood loss on the floor.
Souta was still surprised by everything and was shaking in fear, clutched to Kagome's leg.
Kagome shook as well, before a different reason. She clenched her fists tightly and closed her eyes.
"STOP!!!!"
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A/N: wow, what a chapter, can't believe I wrote that much. It was hard, like pulling teeth. I know, some of this will be very confusing for you so please just bare.
I hope it was a good chapter, was it, was it? I tried my very hardest!!! Hee hee!!!
The next chapter will be the last chapter, then an epilogue, ok? I can't wait!!!
So please anticipate the next long chapter:
Chapter 16: Underestimating a Hanyou Pt. 2