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Great . . . this is exactly the way I wanted them to find out . . .
Reaching up, he rubbed his face with his clawed hands, sneaking glances at the Inu-tachi between the gaps of his fingers. There was no mistaking their identical reaction: shock.
Slightly biting his lower lip, he resisted a smirk at the hanyou's gaping expression, his eyes huge and sword hanging limply in his hand. He looks like a fish out of water . . .
Junichiro snuck a peek at his mother before dropping his hands to his sides, wincing slightly at her pale face and large eyes. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, before putting on a brave face.
"What're you all staring at?" he grunted, doning a faux irritated voice. Oh yeah, this'll really fool them . . .
Miroku was the first to break the stunning silence. "Are you really their son?" he asked quietly, taking a step forward.
"Future son," the young man corrected, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Future son . . . right . . ."
The Hiraikotsu fell to the ground in a sound thud as Sango stumbled towards him, her eyes wide. "No wonder you look so much like Inuyasha," she mused.
"Uh, I guess . . ."
"Well, Inuyasha?" The monk turned, his face showing a sly grin.
"Well what, baka?" Inuyasha stammered, his eyes still wide as he stared at Junichiro. I . . . I have a son?!?! With Kagome!?!?!
Miroku sauntered over to the stunned hanyou, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come see the fruit of your loins, my friend. A fine spec--"
"What the hell are you talking about?!?" the golden-eyed youkai sputtered, jumping away from the man. His cheeks turned faintly red as he tried miserably to send him a scowl.
The monk's eyes twinkled, tapping his chin with his finger. "Well, at least we know that you would get together with Kagome-sama sooner or later . . ." Turning to the young miko, he winked playfully. "The only question is, when."
Kagome, who had been watching silently, blushed a dark scarlet as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Don't think it'll be anytime soon," she laughed nervously, glancing at the equally embarrassed hanyou. Me . . . and Inuyasha?! The thought turned her face three shades brighter.
Shippou jumped up onto Junichiro's shoulder, inspecting the dog ears atop his head. "I don't know why we didn't figure it out sooner," he mumbled, watching the left apendage twitch. "These ears should've given them away."
"Yes . . ." Sango murmured, "Why didn't we realize it sooner?" She studied the young man for a second, frowning. "Now that we know, the similiarities are uncanny. I mean, he has Kagome's black hair, but the ears and the face are clearly identical to Inuyasha's. Even his eyes are slightly gold!"
Junichiro shifted under the group's gaze, feeling uncomfortable as they studied him. "Would you all stop staring," he grumbled, his left ear resuming its uncontrollable twitching.
Miroku chuckled, cocking his head to the side. "He even acts like his father."
"Keh!" The two dog demons growled simintaneously, staring at each other as they proved the monk's point.
"Kagome-chan?" Sango asked quietly, "What do you think about this?"
The miko blinked at her friend's abrupt question, before turning her gaze on the young man, his golden-brown eyes staring at her with uncertainty.
He's scared that we'll reject him . . .
Taking a deep breath, Kagome flashed Junichiro a reassuring smile, walking over to him and hugging the surprised young man. "I think it's great," she said softly, pulling back as she stared into his eyes.
Giggling, the miko grabbed his arm as her eyes twinkled. "Wow," she laughed, "I have a son! Wait till Mama hears about this!"
"Oi, wench!" Inuyasha growled, stalking over to them, "Don't get any ideas. I never said that you could go home."
Junichiro watched as his mother and father began to bicker, noticing for the first time that Inuyasha towered a good couple of inches over him. I wonder if I'll grow that tall . . .
"Awww!" Sango gushed, clasping her hands together. "What a happy family!"
The two stopped, Kagome's finger in midair as she ceased to wag it in Inuyasha's face. The hanyou was baring his fangs, but the demon slayer's comment made him lose the feriocious momentum and made him look like a puppy with a toothache. Amidst the chaos, Junichiro was standing in the background, shaking his head in amusement.
"Inuyasha . . ." Miroku began, smirking, "You never told us how you felt about having a son with Kagome."
The hanyou stared a moment before turning as red as his haori. Crossing his arms, he turned his face away as he mumbled incoherent words.
"What was that Inuyasha?"
Kagome watched as Inuyasha continued to ignore Miroku, her heart falling to the pit of her stomach as she watched his stubborn attitude. Maybe he doesn't want to have a son with me . . . maybe he wanted to have a child with Kikyou instead . . .
But you know that's impossible . . . Kikyou's dead . . . I doubt she has the capability to bear children . . .
Junichiro glanced at his mother's sudden sad expression, her brown eyes filled with dread and fear. Sending a swift and discreet blow to Inuyasha's backside, he motioned towards the miko.
Inuyasha took one glance at the young woman and galvanized into action. "Kagome? Kagome, what's wrong?" he asked nervously, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her gently.
The young man watched as the hanyou handled the young woman with tenderness and care, his golden eyes worried. He loves her so much . . . why doesn't he just admit it?!
"It's nothing," Kagome assured, wincing at the tone of pain in her voice.
The hanyou stood back, wondering what in the world could've caused such a change in emotion in her. He watched as Kagome turned to Junichiro smiled, studying the looks that he had inherited. Wha . . .
Inuyasha then noticed the twinge of sadness in her eyes, the same sadness that surfaced whenever . . .
Kikyou . . . she's not thinking about Kikyou, is she?
A low growl began to form in his throat, irritated that Kagome would think about his former lover and actually believe that he would choose her over her. Taking the miko by the arm, he dragged her a few feet away from the group, and stared at her straight in the eye.
"Kagome," he asked softly, "You're not thinking about Kikyou, are you?"
The miko stared wide-eyed, her mouth opening but couldn't make up her mind on whether to protest or argue.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes, standing up straight as he looked down at her. The young woman gazed as he towered over her, inclining her head to accomodate his height. "Umm . . ."
She watched as he began to walk back to the others, his hands in his sleeves. Confused and puzzled, she called out his name.
"Inuyasha!"
The dog demon stopped, and turning his head slightly, quietly murmured so that she could only hear,
"Having a son with you, you Kagome, would make me the happiest hanyou on the planet."
The young miko felt her heart in her throat as she choked back a cry of happiness, tears forming in her eyes as she gazed at the red blur in front of her. Oh Inuyasha . . .
Staring up into the sky, she sent up a silent prayer. Me . . . me, not Kikyou . . .
"Oi wench! Stop dreaming and get over here, would you?"
Kagome, too happy to sit Inuyasha for all his worth, walked hurriedly back to the group, where Sango was asking Junichiro a few questions. The young man glanced curiously at his parents, noticing Inuyasha grab Kagome's hand as she went to go stand next to him.
Keh, it's better than nothing . . .
"So, Junichiro," Miroku began, "Tell us, how did it feel growing up that your parents were Inuyasha the hanyou and Kagome the Keeper of the Shikon No Tama?"
The young man lowered his gaze, his heart feeling the loneliness that he had felt every day in his present time. "I, I never truly believed the stories, until now."
"Until now?"
"I now see the truth; the stories Uncle told me, about my half-demon father and my mother the miko, are actually real."
Inuyasha frowned. "Stories? Didn't you hear it from us personally?"
Junichiro shook his head, his eyes hidden by his black bangs. "I--"
"We're not really dead," Kagome asked softly, "I mean, that whole thing about your parents dying was just a decoy, right?"
The young man clenched his teeth, taking a deep breath as he tried to figure out a way to break the news to them.
"I live with my Uncle Souta, his wife Hitomi, and their three children at the Higurashi Shrine. Fourteen years earlier, when I was only two years old, I traveled to the present era from the past and was left in his care. If things took for a turn for the worse and they weren't able to come back for me, they told him, he would have to raise me as one of his own, as a last request."
Taking a deep breath, he gazed at Inuyasha and Kagome.
"You never returned."
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AN: awww, poor Junichiro! on a lighter note, they now know that he's their son!
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