Niroku's Story
Chapter 2: What Do You Mean, I'm Pregnant?
Angel: Here I am, with another installment of Niroku. Enjoy! And, as always, I do not own any of these characters… :minion comes and whispers something in Angel's ear, then disappears: I own Niroku and Maraku? Oh, OK. But no one else, unfortunately. But Sesshomaru's on my birthday list!
Miroku woke in a cold sweat. He had had another dream about his Wind Tunnel. As he wiped off his forehead, he thought futilely, Why can't we kill him and be done with it! Then I could stop having these nightmares.
Sighing and cursing Fate's enjoyment of his suffering, he stepped around the bodies of his companions and crept out of the room. He sorely needed a drink.
He managed to find his way to the village tavern and call to the bartender, "A sake, over here."
An hour later, the two bottles of sake he had consumed making him brave, he approached her, the red-eyed girl he had been staring at all night. Clasping her hands in his, he asked, "Excuse me, miss, but would you do me the honor of bearing my child?"
Miyatsu? Naraku thought blearily, his mind slowed by alcohol. But you're dead. I killed you. Guess I didn't kill you enough. As he opened his mouth to make an enraged, cutting (at least for his drunken state) reply, he realized, I haven't had it for a loooooong time. Maybe… Fine. Smiling and turning himself female, he replied in a woman's sultry alto, "Of course. Come with me…"
A week later, Naraku had his head out the window, puking his guts up repeatedly. Or, more accurately, her head. She hadn't been able to return to her male form for the past week, for a simple reason.
She was pregnant. And a man pregnant? No. Not happening
"Naraku? What's wrong?" Kagura asked, a hint of hope in her tone.
"N-nothing!" Naraku insisted, in a woman's voice.
"What?" Kagura was set off-balance for a moment, then put two and two together. Female voice plus morning sickness could only mean one thing. Two plus two equals four. She burst out laughing. "No way! Who's the father?"
"Shut up," the nauseous demoness moaned, unable even to conjure up Kagura's heart to punish her.
"So? Who is it? Who is it?" Kagura demanded excitedly.
"Miroku," Naraku muttered.
"Miroku?" This was even funnier, and Naraku could do nothing but glare balefully at her until she stopped laughing. When she eventually did, she asked quite seriously, "Are you going to keep it?"
"I guess so…" Naraku mused. "But then, it would have a Wind Tunnel…"
"All the better to surprise Those Fools," Kagura counseled, using, as she rarely did, Naraku's disdainful name for Inuyasha and Company.
"Yes, I guess…" Naraku put her hand on her stomach, almost savoring the feeling of life within it. She beamed. "I can't wait!"
Kagura sweatdropped. "Maybe you could at least try to act like a man in the meantime…"
Nine months later, a son was born. When Naraku had come to—she had insisted on having herself sedated, to spare herself the pain—the two had a discussion.
"So, what are you going to name him?" Kagura asked.
"I don't know," Naraku answered, returning to his male form. "Niroku," he said suddenly, "a mixture of Miroku and me."
Kagura sweatdropped again.
In any case, Niroku inherited the powers of both of his fathers. His training began on his third birthday and spanned five years. During that time, he learned the use of all the powers at his disposal.
He was a handsome child with wavy black hair he kept in a ponytail, eyes the exact shade of a garnet, and pale skin. He killed gleefully when he was told to and had no remorse at all. There was only one problem: he still had the mindset of a child, no matter how skilled a fighter he was, and that sometimes led to problems.
For example, one morning, Niroku whined to Naraku, "Father, why must I live with this affliction?"
"If I take the curse of the Kazaana off of you, it will also be removed from another," the long-suffering hanyou sighed for the hundredth time. "I cursed his family to make him rue the day he insulted me."
"Oh." The boy was quiet for a moment. "Who is my mother?" That was another common inquiry.
"You have none."
"But that's not possible."
Before the child could launch into an explanation of exactly where babies came from, Naraku told him, "You don't. You're special."
The boy fell silent, happy that he was "special."
"Because you are special, my son, I have a special job for you," Naraku continued.
"What is it, Father?" Niroku asked eagerly.
The two laughed as he outlined the plan.
To Be Continued…
Angel: So, what did you think of the second chapter? I had fun writing it! This story isn't supposed to be serious, so don't take the Miroku/Naraku pairing seriously. The only person I pair Miroku with is Sango. :reads story over: Maraku didn't come in, did she? Oh well, maybe next time. Probably. Well, please review!