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End of Days
By Alpha Parvani
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Yeah, so that was another odd day amidst the wolves. It took Shiro a while to adjust to becoming human, but he quickly learned. I taught him to fight, and hunt. I even gave him a sword. The Chimeishou, as he named it. "Fatal Wound." It suited
"Inuyasha!"
I jumped and bumped my head on the light on my desk. "Ah, fuck!" I sat up and glared in the direction the voice had come from. "Dammit, Sango, I'm trying to write here!" An angry woman stalked into the room. Sango glared at me, one hand on her 7 months pregnant stomach.
She didn't look a day older than the day we fought Naraku.
That was over 500 years ago.
Apparently, the Shikon no Tama did a little magic all on its own.
I sighed. "Gomen, Sango-chan. What d'ya need?" She smiled at me faintly. "I need you to go to bed, Inuyasha. It's nearly one in the morning." I blinked in surprise and looked at my digital clock. It cheerily glowed the numbers "12:56" at me. I grumbled. "No wonder I'm so tired. I'll head to bed, I suppose." Sango grinned and patted my shoulder. I heard Miroku yell for her, asking why his warmth was gone. I laughed and nudged her out of my room. "Go on. He'll wake up the rest of our crazy 'family'."
She went. I got up and stretched my arms and legs. Slipping off my shirt, I went over to my bed. I smiled at Shippo, who slept curled up with my cat on my pillow. I gently lifted them both up and tucked them into the little space on the bed reserved for them. Then I slipped under the covers and closed my eyes, saying a quick prayer for Sango and Miroku.
This was Sango's sixth or so pregnancy…
But she had no children.
Apparently, due to the damage her body has sustained over the years, she has a hard time getting pregnant and remaining so. She had had at least three miscarriages by now, and three stillborns. A great disappointment. I could only hope that this one would be successful…
When I woke up the next morning, it was to my blinds being opened, my kitsune and my cat jumping on me, and Sango screaming at Miroku to leave me alone.
I was unfazed
It happened every morning.
After kicking Miroku out of my room, changing into a nice pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt, and chasing Shippo down the stairs, I managed to sit at the counter in the kitchen and pick up the newspaper.
It was the year 1999. I wasn't looking forward to the day.
A few days from today, it was going to be 2000.
Everyone was going berserk.
The day before I had had to argue with an old store owner, who was charging ten bucks for his bottled water. That was a real pain.
I took a sip of my coffee and spat it back out. Miroku had the unfortunate circumstance of walking in front of me at the same time. He gave me a dark look and went to take a second shower. I grinned sheepishly, then pushed my coffee aside. Shippo hopped up on the counter to get into the counters above it. "Something wrong with your coffee, Papa?" I grimaced. "Yeah. It's cold. And black." Shippo laughed. "That's from last night, then." I shuddered.
Sango came into the kitchen next, sporting a maternity shirt and sweatpants. I smiled at her and she tiredly returned it. "Sleep good last night?" She gave me a look. "With a stomach this big? Hell no." I grinned and shook my head, looking back at the newspaper.
The door to the apartment slammed. No one looked surprised as a ruffled Koga stalked into the kitchen and got himself a cup of coffee. He slid into the seat next to me and sighed. I slowly looked up from an article, not wanting to stop reading but also not wanting to be rude.
Koga looked exhausted. His eyelids drooped and his hair was pulled back into a simple low ponytail. I frowned. "Have you slept at all?" He looked at me, as though he had no idea I had been there. "Huh? Oh… No, not really." My frown deepened. "And why not?" He blinked and shrugged. "Too busy." I pinched his arm. He yelped, jumped…
And tumbled right out of the chair.
I glared down at him. "You are never too busy for sleep. Your job can't be that hectic." Koga gave me a dark look as he got back into his seat. "You try being a seeing-eye trainer. Those dogs need work constantly." I smiled cheerfully. "I would be happy to. Anything but being my brother-" The door slammed again and Sesshomaru strode in, already in his human guise. He had short black hair, no markings, nothing of the demonic sort, except for his eyes, his height and his grace. "Half," was all he growled as he got his coffee.
I laughed. "My half brother's client. And he gets to read everything I write. Embarrassing, ne?" I shot a grin at Sesshomaru. He rolled his eyes and drank his coffee.
Sango slid plates onto the counter, one for each of us, loaded down with food. Miroku came back, wearing a comfortable pair of gray hakama and a white top. He ran a shrine down the street, along with Sango, who had yet to put on her similar outfit.
Shippo was packing up his things for school. I shoved a piece of toast into his hand as he ran past with his backpack. He spelled his disguise on as he ran out the door, demonic things disappearing and his hair turning dark brown.
I shook my head and stood up. Stretching my arms over my head, I yawned and went to find my laptop. Sesshomaru watched me before following me up to my room. I glanced at him as I unplugged my laptop so I could take it downstairs. "What's up?" He looked around my room for a moment before sipping his coffee. "You have a deadline, you know." I shrugged. "It's a year and a half away." I saw him shift from one foot to the other. "You've got to be kidding." I stood up straight, my laptop tucked under my arm, "Tell me you haven't fallen for that Y2K shit." A small smile lit on his face. I rolled my eyes, laughed and bumped his shoulder as I walked past. As soon as I hit the stairs, I ran. His cry of outrage at having his coffee spilled all over him followed me down.
I came into the living room, humming. I sat on the couch and turned on the laptop. Sango came in, dropping the newspaper next to me. I looked at it, slightly startled. "I already read it, Sango-chan." She raised one eyebrow. "Apparently not all of it. I left it on a certain page for a reason." She nudged the paper. I set my notebook aside and picked up the paper again., reading over the article Sango tapped with a finely manicured nail.
Twenty-five people dead in a building accident.
'Unusual circumstances', the cops said.
I sighed heavily and leaned back on the couch, looking at the ceiling. Sango patted my shoulder and left to go put on her clothes for the shrine.
I knew the circumstances.
I knew the person who caused it.
My son.
My little Shiro.
I had been writing the very story the night before, when Sango had interrupted me. Just two weeks after Shiro's first human night, we found out that it wasn't over. Naraku was still about. He wasn't as strong as he was when we first fought him, but he was there. He kidnapped my son. For 450 years, I dropped into a deep sleep, so deep it could be compared to the time I was pinned to the Goshinboku. Shiro slept as well. He didn't age a day, kept in limbo for those long years. Naraku brought him out of sleep just a year ago.
My son is seven years old.
And he's a trained killer.
~Whee! I had so much fun writing this chapter. I wanted a change of pace, and now look what happened! *grins* R&R!
~Alpha Parvani