Just so we all know, I'm crying
right now.
This is a big thing for me. Not just
because our time with A Bus Stop Fairytale is ending. I've written longer
stories than this, but this is the longest one I've ever actaully *finished*
Wow.
I'm sad yes, but also extremely
happy to have shared this time with you all. Even if you didn't drop a review,
I still appreciate you reading my "little" fic and I hoped you
enjoyed it.
But to all my lovely reveiwers, I
give a very special thanks. Without you, I wouldn't have rewritten the ending,
but you gave me so much support from the very beginning, I knew I couldn't let
you down. All of your words and praise have inspired me to be the best writer
possible, and I'm truly touched by your sincerity and your friendship. You are
the people I write for, This chapter is dedicated to all of you, from the first
to the last. Please don't kill my evil twin...
Like Sera asked, you're totally
welcome to make a hard copy, and I'm very honored that I'm being recommended on
other sites! I do really hope no one out there is plagarizing, but if they
are...well imitation is the hightest form of flattery. Not to say that I won't
do anything about it...
I do hope to be up and running with
the new fic within one or two weeks. I can't promise a Mega Mutant Lemon
(patent pending), but I can promise one hell of a Sabichan Twist (also patent
pending)
You may be wondering, where the hell
does she come up with this stuff?
You wanna know?
I love music, especially the older
stuff, mostly because that's all I was allowed to listen to when I was young. I
didn't hear pop or punk music until the year 1992, when I was about nine. Before
that, all I knew was the Doors, Moody Blues, and Fleetwood Mac and so on.
Ok, my dad was crazy, but I'm
thankful for that part at least. Even though I can't play anything or sing
worth shit, I have a passion for music that fuels everything I do.
This fic was born from a simple
oldies tune I heard at work one day. Look where it got me!
Well, I have to stop writing this
now. I'm just rambling anyway, You guys know me by now! Don't worry Minna, I'll
be back soon!
In the meantime, please take my word
for it and check out
www. iridescent - dreams . net
(remove all spaces), Particularly Rosefire. Also, check out my recommeded
reading list. **She also writes here on MM.org, under the name
Rozefire! Seriously check her out!!**
So...here we go kids. Ready? This
whole last chap is Inu POV
I love you all! Thank you for
everything!
Ja ne!
~Sabichan~
That's the way the whole thing
started
Silly but it's true
Thinkin' of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow...
Epilogue
"What about Nazuna? That's a
nice name."
I thought about it for a second,
then shook my head.
"Nope I already thought of five
ways to make fun of that." She huffed, and threw the book on the floor
beside the bed.
"This is impossible, You
are impossible! You've turned down every name I've suggested! And have you
suggested even one? NO! So shut up and let me name the kid
already!"
"What the hell are you bitching
about! You've got four more months to decide this! And we don't even know if
it's gonna be a boy or a girl!"
"Stop yelling! You're not
allowed to curse around the baby!"
"Shit Kagome, it probably
doesn't even have ears yet!"
She stuck out her bottom lip, and I
could already see the tears welling up behind her eyes. Whether she pouted like
this on purpose to get me to apologize, I never knew, but I fell for it every
time.
"I'm sorry, but...I just think
you're getting ahead of yourself, `Gome."
"I'm just excited, okay?! I'm
pregnant and I get emotional. You don't have to blow up at me!"
"I know, and I said I was
sorry. You have to understand, you've been talking about this everyday
since you found out! I'm just really overwhelmed too."
I swear she growled, then snapped at
me.
"You're not the one carrying
somebody in your belly, you asshole."
I rolled my eyes and sighed.
I wanted to tear my hair out and run
screaming down the hallway, but as always, kept my cool. Okay maybe not always...
Without a word, I sat behind her on
our bed and began to massage her back. I could feel her tension melting away
beneath my hands, and I could only hope she was smiling now.
She had her weapon, I had mine-the
backrub card bailed me out of a night on the couch almost every time.
Little moans and gasps escaped her
lips as I continued to knead away, and I couldn't help the swell of pride
rising in me. I wasn't just getting myself out of trouble, I was making her
happy. That's what I'd promised to do the day she came home and that day two
years ago when I married her.
Smirking to myself, I thought back
on that day.
We'd set the date for only a month
after I proposed. I honestly never understood the whole "wait six
months" thing. So we ignored it, and just did things our own way.
Hitomi was thrilled about having it
under the Goshinboku. She'd cried, yes, but she promised they were mostly happy
tears. No one was really as shocked as one might think. Souta ended up winning this
poll though...Keh...
It was a beautiful, if not perfect
day. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and I was about to marry the
woman I'd been born to love. She was breathtaking, wearing a simple pale pink
dress, flowers woven into her long black hair. I had talked my way out of
having to don another God-awful tuxedo. We made it very casual, and very
intimate. Only family and friends were invited. Funny enough, they kind of
turned out to be the same thing...
Her Grandfather finally seemed to
have some sort of use, as his position as a priest gave him power to legally
marry us-and he did. For the first time ever with him, nothing crazy happened,
and Buyo remained civil for the entire day. We said our vows under the boughs
of the God Tree, in a gesture of appreciation.
Whether on purpose or by the
strangest coincidence in the history of the world, this tree had brought us
together, and we owed our lives and futures to it. The best way to say our
thanks seemed to be showing it what I believed it had always wanted to see-the
happy ending to a once tragic love story.
Finally, after half a century of
waiting, it had witnessed the joining of the Higurashi Miko and the Shingetsu
half-demon.
Since I had come up with the idea
for our wedding, I let her decide where we should go for our honeymoon. I got
more than I had anticipated when she told me to pack up the car the next day.
Then she took me on the greatest
road trip ever. We followed her map, the one she had used when she left, and
together, we fulfilled her dream. She got to see the most beautiful places in
the country, she found the peacefulness she was looking for in them. Along the
way, she told me about all of her adventures the previous time, and we had a
few of our own.
And Gods did we argue...
I'll admit, it was mostly my fault. I
can't read a map for shit, and I probably drive slower than an elderly person
can walk. She, on the other hand, had all these weird instincts, and her
driving was probably only one level below Miroku. I swear that girl has a lead
foot on her when she gets in a car. Those were the main reasons we fought, but
sometimes, it ran a little deeper.
Sometimes, I got overwhelmed, mostly
because this was us basically facing her past, and the decision she'd made long
ago. I can honestly say, it's been hard getting over it, not just for her, but
for me. I'm still paranoid sometimes, mostly after we fight, that I'll wake up
one morning and she won't be there next to me. It kills me just thinking about
it.
Don`t get me wrong, though-her idea
for our honey moon was definitely for the best. We spent every waking moment
together, and if that didn't tear us apart, then nothing would!
I think my favorite part was
visiting the bar she used to sing at. She gave an impromptu performance, and I
was blown away. I've seen Kagome sing before, but never like this. It was
magic...
I realized the moment we locked
eyes, her on stage and me in the audience, that I was the luckiest man in the
world. This woman, this enchantress, she was mine. Kagome was my wife,
my love, and she would be only mine for the rest of our lives. No, fuck that-
mine for all eternity!
`She's mine...'
"What about Kieko?" She
asked suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts. I stopped my backrub.
"I thought that was your
name?" She gave a cute little indignant snort.
"Not on this coast. Well?"
"I like it. Not really a way to
make fun of it."
"Is that your basis for
everything?"
"Just want her to be
happy."
"Or him." She added. I
rested my chin on her shoulder, and pulled her close against me. My hands
cradled the curves of her stomach.
"Or him." I agreed.
"So it's decided then. Either
Kieko or Shoji?"
"Shoji? I thought we were going
to name him after your father?"
"When did we decide that?"
"We didn't, I did."
As soon as the words slipped out, I
knew I was in for it. And I was right...
She merely turned her head back
towards me and let loose.
"Well there you go then! Funny
how you think you can just make important decisions without even bothering to
consult me! You can be really insensitive sometimes, and it's worse when
you already know I'm on edge, and I look like a refrigerator, and I have to
wear stretchy maternity pants, and then I'm only gonna get bigger,
and you won't even want to look at me! This isn't fair, why couldn't we
be seahorses and then you'd have to be suffering instead of me!? Oh,
Gods, I'm gonna be huge, and I-"
She stopped short when she felt my
hand slip under said maternity pants.
"And I'm gonna love every extra
inch of you. Now shut up, and let me get my fix. It's been two whole days,
Kagome."
As my fingers caressed her jewel,
she moaned and leaned back against me. The backrub thing was pretty handy, but this
particular trump card saved my ass from certain doom every time.
"Your addiction is what got me
into this mess in the first place, asshole." She mumbled.
"You keep talking and I'm gonna
stop-"
"I'll be good." She
interjected quickly.
I moved from behind her, smirking at
her already obvious excitement. A moment later, the offensive stretchy pants
were on the floor, and I was in the one place I always loved to be. Ever since
she'd gotten pregnant, her taste had gotten only stronger, sweeter, and it
seemed like she was so sensitive, she would orgasm within mere minutes. Which
is why I usually didn't just stop after one. Hey, I needed time to enjoy myself
too!
As I ran my tongue over her core,
slow and languid, she watched me curiously.
"Another...uh month or
two...I ah I won't even be able to see you-oh, that's good, right
there..."
I chuckled lightly at her
observation, realizing she was right. I slipped two fingers inside her warm
passage and she gave a little gasp.
"Then....I'll just...make
sure....you can ..." I thrust them quickly into her "feel me."
**fourteen minutes and three orgasms
later.**
I rested my head on her thigh, my
hand running lovingly over her little bulge.
"Four more months. It seems
like so far away." I whispered. She only nodded, still starry eyed as she
played with a few strands of my hair.
"How come you wanted to use my
father's name?" She asked quietly.
"Because I like his name and
besides, I owe him."
"For what? You never met him. And
even I have trouble remembering him."
"I didn't need to meet him. But
he still taught me a lot. And he is half responsible for creating you. If you
ask me, I owe him a hell of a lot just for that."
She giggled and tousled my bangs.
"It's sweet...but I mean, think
about it, Inu. You told me yourself a long time ago, if it's a boy, he's gonna
look just like you. It only makes sense that he be named after the person he
takes his looks from."
My hand stopped moving as I thought
it over. She was right, it did make sense.
"Okay, so then just to make
sure you won't rip my head off later, we're deciding that if it's a boy,
Shoji; A girl, Kieko. Am I right?"
"Yep. You're right."
I sat up and looked at her, her
cheeks still lightly flushed from our previous activities.
In four months, Kagome and I would
have our first child. In four months, we were going to be parents, just like
I'd been dreaming about the day she came home. I was going to be a father...
"Wow, huh?" She said,
reading my thoughts perfectly.
I nodded, now a little dumbstruck. This
was pretty normal now, since starting two weeks ago, the very same revelation
tended to hit me at least once a day.
"Wow" I repeated, sliding
up to lay next to her, still very dazed.
"I love you."
"I love you." I whispered
back, my hand once again resting on her growing belly, my
eyes unable to tear themselves away
from the sight.
"I'm a pretty lady."
"I'm a pre-....bitch."
Her laughter rang throughout the
room, and eventually I chuckled as well.
"You'll pay for that you
know..."
"How?" She asked,
pretending to be frightened of what I might do. I merely smirked, and leaned
down to catch her lips in a harsh kiss.
"You'll see."
~*four*~*months*~*later*~
He's here.
My son is here.
My son has been born.
Eight pounds, three ounces.
Kagome is sleeping right now,
and he's been brought to the nursery. She should be discharged in a day, maybe
even tomorrow if the doctor will allow it. I don't really see why not, I mean,
it's not like she even gave birth here. Poor little girl. She went into labor
right there in the den of the Shrine. I bet Hitomi had more than a few
flashbacks!
I tried to get her to the
hospital, but she couldn't move from the floor. She said it hurt too much. We
called the paramedics, but by the time they got there, it was already over. My
poor 'Gome had to do it all
without those painkillers...what're they called again?... anyway though.
At least it was fast. Seems
like the kid couldn't wait to get out. Just like his Dad I guess. Wow, that
still sounds funny, saying "his
Dad" and then realizing that I'm just referring to myself. I only
hope I'll be as good as mine and Kagome's were.
I was right, and the
tradition has carried on. He's got a shock of white hair, and a set of deep
gold eyes. He's got her cute little nose, and definitely my temper. My ears are
still ringing. Powerful set of lungs...maybe he'll be a singer like his mother
too.
Shoji Shingetsu II.
Sounds kinda stuffy, if ya
ask me. Then again, I guess if you don't add that "II", the government's gonna think my Dad's still
alive...just very, very young.
Wow, I must be tired if I'm
making myself laugh. Why the hell am I tired? I only watched, right? Not
true.
In fact, I'm the one who
delivered the little guy. Yep, little old me, not just witnessing my son being
born, but being very much a part of it. My mother had insisted that I be
trained to know how, and for some strange reason I listened to her. Now I'm
thankful I did.
I'm even more thankful that
everything went ok. No problems, no hemorrhaging, just a big hello from little
Shoji.
When I was being trained, I
have to admit, I wasn't too happy about it. If you've never seen a woman
actually giving birth-I mean what goes on under that sheet they put over their
legs. Well I'll tell you one thing, they put it there for a damned good reason.
I'll be honest-It's really,
really gross. The videos were horrible. Not just having to see another
woman's...whatnot, but having to see it ...you know what. Never mind.
But I'll be honest about this
too though. While Kagome was in labor, I didn't even have time to be disgusted.
I was too worried about how much it hurt, and how to get her to push, and so
on. Even now, as I think about it, I still don't see it as gross. It
was...beautiful in a way. Okay, I must be tired. I wouldn't be writing this now
if I hadn't promised her I would. After all she's been through today, I'm sure
I could stay awake for at least a few more minutes.
This is the first entry in
the journal she'd requested I keep. She'll have her own as well-it was Hitomi's
idea. I don't mind really. As long as Sess or Miro never read this, I can say
what ever the hell I want and not be called a sissy for it.
I am such an asshole...
Well, not that Miro has much
right to say anything these days. We just found out yesterday he got Sango
pregnant. Apparently, he proposed to her as they were telling her parents. I
could be wrong, but this may be more of a shotgun wedding than the guy's
letting on. Sango's dad can be a scary guy when he's pissed.
That's where she gets her
strength from, I'll tell ya that.
I wonder if Shoji will be
anything like me? Like Kagome? I can't wait to see. I know things are gonna be
completely different now. Definitely harder than the first two years of our
marriage. A lot is going to change.
A lot less cursing on my part.
No more Lead foot `Gome.
A much lighter class load for her
too.
No more nude rule...I'll miss
that most of all...
I'm going to have to become a
real super man. Being just a husband was hard enough, now I'll have to be a
father too. Juggling that with this new job Sess gave me...it's gonna be kinda
tough.
Of course I have nothing to
complain about. Kagome's got it much worse. She has to be a student, a full-time
mother, a miko (I forbade her from working at the Fukai Mori, but knowing her,
she'll keep working at the shrine instead), and worst of all, she has to put up
with me.
I hope we'll have at least
some time to ourselves. That shouldn't be too hard since Rin has volunteered to
baby-sit pretty much every night. But I want us to be a family, and I want us
to be close. I want my son to look up to me, like I looked up to Dad. It's
gonna be tough, but I feel that I'm up for the challenge. I believe that as long
as Kagome is by my side, I can do anything.
Except cook...I still suck at that.
Well...my hand's getting
cramped, and I think my wife is waking up. I'll write in here again soon, just
like I promised her.
So this is the end of the
first entry, and the first night of my son's life.
No, not just mine...
Our son.
Our son is here...
The End
Thank you again, Minna. This is for
you....
Ja ne!
~Sabichan~