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"Attack."
Junichiro stared at the young miko, his golden-brown eyes staring at her with disbelief. "What?"
"Attack me," Kagome smiled, stretching her arms out wide. "C'mon, I'm an easy target compared to Naraku."
The young man stared at the daggers in his hands, still unsure. "What if you get hurt . . ."
"Keh," a gruff voice answered behind him. "That wench got some trick up her sleeve; go ahead and attack, kid."
The Inu-tachi had decided to take a break from their traveling, having a picnic on the banks of a river they had spotted. Junichiro was surprised to see the familiar foods he ate back in his era, not realizing that Kagome brought foods regularly for her friends to eat. After the meal, Kagome insisted that the young man practice his new techniques on her, 'in case Naraku would attack.'
The dark-haired man gulped, lifting one of the daggers to eye level. "Uh . . . okay . . ."
Kagome frowned. "Don't use one of those weaker attacks; hit me with that purple beam thing."
"Alright . . ." If I can remember how to do it . . .
Junichiro closed his eyes, searching for the energy that had once flowed through the veins. C'mon . . . where are you . . .
"This century, kid."
Snapping his eyes open, he glared at the hanyou perched on a rock beside him. "Shut up and let me concentrate!" he hissed. Suddenly, he felt the energy he sought for.
Oh . . . I guess it only works when I'm angry . . .
Letting the daggers pulsate their respective aura colors, Junichiro crossed them over one another, watching as the two colors merged into a dark purple hue.
"Ready?"
The miko smiled. "Let me have it, Junichiro."
Junichiro lifted the daggers to eye level, just as he had done before. Closing his eyes, he harnessed the built up energy that had accumulated from his anger, and pushed them forth to his daggers.
Opening his eyes slightly, he waited for the energy to rise, feeling the warmth that engulfed his body.
This ain't half bad . . .
The others watched in amazement as the young man began to harness his hidden powers. His body was surrounded by the same purple glow that caressed his weapons, his hair waving wildly.
Inuyasha frowned, grasping his tessaiga closer to his body. He might give off alot of energy . . . but it's still pretty weak . . .
Junichiro, feeling the peak of power, began to count silently.
One . . .
Two . . .
"AARGGH!!!"
A beam of energy pushed out of the daggers, aiming straight for the waiting miko. Kagome narrowed her eyes, sensing the same thing Inuyasha had.
His power is still weak . . . he's far from being Inuyasha's equal . . .
Kagome stretched out her hand, and with her palm, built a barrier around herself just as the attack hit. Just as she suspected, the energy dissipated as soon as it came in contact with her.
Junichiro's jaw dropped as he saw his mother standing with an innocent smile on her face, his attack completely vanished. "Wha-what?"
"Your powers are still far too weak," Miroku suddenly spoke, stepping up to the young man. "Kagome-sama was able to deflect your attack."
The young man nodded sheepishly, scratching his head in embarrassment. Who am I kidding? Like my powers would match her's . . .
"Maybe someone should teach him how to defend first," Inuyasha grunted, sliding off the large rock. "Teach him a spiritual barrier or something; he does have those ab--aww, shit, not now!!"
Junichiro glanced at his young father suspiciously. "What's wrong?"
Inuyasha's eyes narrowed, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he stared into the forest in front of them.
"Wolf," he growled, unsheathing his sword.
"Eh?" The young man turned to Kagome for help. "Wolf?"
The miko shook her head and sighed. "Kouga . . . Inuyasha's rival. He's . . . well, you'll see."
Rival?
Uncle never mentioned anything about--
"Dog-turd!"
Junichiro whipped around, his eyes widening as a small twister made its way toward them. Glancing at the others, he noticed Miroku rolling his eyes, Sango rubbing her temple, and Shippou drawing a single tic mark underneath the name "Kouga" in the dirt.
Inuyasha began to growl in annoyance as the twister came closer, his eyes narrowing into slits as his sword transformed. "Stop showing off, wolf-breath!" he snarled, "What are you doing here now?!"
The twister suddenly disappeared, leaving a single man where it once stood. His long black hair was pulled up into a pony tail, his piercing ice-blue eyes glaring icicles at the hanyou. He was clad in nothing more than fur and armor, his sword at his side.
"If it's any of your business, puppy," he sneered, "I'm here to see my woman." Turning around, he sauntered over to Kagome, presenting her with wildflowers.
Junichiro felt his eyes bug out of his sockets. Just what is this wolf thinking!?!? That's not his woman!!!
"Uh, thanks," Kagome smiled nervously, taking the flowers and patting him on the shoulder awkwardly. "You're too kind, Kouga-kun."
"Anything for my woman," he grinned, his fangs gleaming in the sun.
I don't like this guy, Junichiro glared. He smells kinda funky . . .
"Kouga . . ." Inuyasha growled, his eyes flaming red. "Stay away from her!!"
"Why should I, you mangy mutt?!" The wolf retorted, turning away from Kagome and cracking his knuckles. "She's my woman, not yours."
The hanyou began to sputter obscenities while turning a faint shade of red. Pointing the Tessaiga straight at the youkai, he asked in a low, menacing voice, "Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn't spear you right through the gut?"
Junichiro watched the scene in front of him, his own fury burning. Who is this guy? Mother doesn't belong with him . . . she belongs with Inuyasha . . . why I outta . . . He began to growl himself, his own sharp teeth gleaming.
"I wouldn't get involved if I were you," Sango sighed, placing a weary hand on the young man's shoulder.
"But--"
"Those two have been at it for over a year," Miroku grumbled, standing next to the young man. "They're always fighting over Kagome-sama."
"If Inuyasha admitted his feelings by now we wouldn't be here," Shippou murmured, "But he's such a stubborn dolt."
"Baka!"
"Bastard!"
"Mangy mutt!"
"Wolf-breath!"
Junichiro watched as Kagome tried to step between the two, her own expression irritated.
"C'mon you two, stop it! You'd think after a year of fighting . . ."
"This puppy's got to learn his place!" Kouga snarled, dodging Inuyasha's sword. "Watch where you're aiming that thing!"
Pushed aside, the young miko gazed helplessly at the others. "A little help, Sango? Miroku? Junichiro?"
"Junichiro?" Kouga jumped out of the way of another attack. "Who's Junichiro?"
The wolf prince turned to see a dark-haired man standing with the monk and the demon slayer, his golden-brown eyes flashing as he stared him down. Kouga took a step back as he gazed at the man before him.
Hell . . . this guy looks like dog-breath!
Except for the black hair, Junichiro did look enough to be Inuyasha's twin, right down to the scowl on his face. Sniffing the air, the wolf realized he had been downwind, and he wasn't able to sense him earlier.
"Kagome, who is this guy?"
The miko rubbed her neck, tired from the two's fighting. "Kouga-kun, this is Junichiro; he's a new member to the group."
Junichiro took a step forward, crossing his arms over his green shirt. Eyeing the demon before him, he growled, "What right do you have to Kagome?"
Kouga stared dumbfounded for a moment, before slapping his hand to his head. "Aww, hell, don't tell me more competition! Dog-turd, I don't need to deal with your look-alike!!"
Suddenly, a breeze picked up, sending Junichiro's scent his way. Sniffing the air gingerly, Kouga's eyes widened as he stared at the new member of the Inu-tachi.
"You . . ." he breathed, his own face paling. "You . . ."
"Me what?" Junichiro challenged, taking a step forward. Who does this guy think he is?!
"Your scent . . ."
The young man visibly stiffened, his own heart ceasing to beat. "What . . ."
Kouga stared at the young man intently, the similarites popping out at him like deer. This . . . this kid . . .
Bewildered, Inuyasha tried to punch the wolf demon in the face. "Finish your sentences, baka!" he growled.
The wolf prince dodged the swing easily, glancing back and forth between the hanyou, the miko, and the young man in disbelief.
I can't believe it . . .
But there's no mistaking it . . .
Scratching his head, he sighed and turned. I should've stayed with Ayame . . .
"Kouga-kun?"
He glanced behind him, noticing Kagome's confused expression. Biting his lip, he merely waved. "I'll see you around, Kagome."
He passed by a puzzled Inuyasha, his tessaiga still unsheathed. Shaking his head, he slapped the hanyou on the back.
"Didn't know you had it in you, dog-turd," he chuckled, walking off into the forest. Turning back into a wind cyclone, he called back to the confused group,
"If he didn't have Kagome's hair color, your son would look just like you, puppy-breath, ."
Junichiro felt the world around him crumble as he watched Kouga disappear into the darkness of the forest.
"Son? Hair?" Kagome frowned, glancing back at the group. As her gaze fell on Junichiro, her eyes widened, the breath leaving her body as she stared in shock.
The rest of the group seemed to have put the clues together as well, for they were all staring at Junichiro with the same bewildered expression. Even Inuyasha was speechless for a moment.
"Kagome-chan . . . and . . . Inuyasha . . .?" Sango gaped, dropping her Hiraikotsu. "They're your parents?!"
Letting out a low, exhasperated growl, Junichiro rubbed the back of his neck, wishing desperately that his left ear would stop twitching.
I hate that mangy wolf . . .
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AN: DUN DUN DUN!!!! the secret's out, thanks to Kouga! hehehe, don't you love how father and son react the same way towards him?
I wonder what'll happen next . . . muahahahah . . .
Anyways, I was asked what Junichiro's name means. The prefix Jun- means "obedient," and -Ichiro means "first son." so, Junichiro means "Obedient first son."
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