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Yomi paced
furiously through his bedchambers, never in his whole life had he ever been so humiliated! Twice now a captive had gotten away from him,
from HIM who at one point ruled over his own section of Makai! The real kicker was that the son that he had
cloned from his very essence had betrayed him.
Yomi was now officially a laughing stock.
There was a
knock at the door, but Yomi didn’t feel like listening to Yuda, who he knew was
the person behind his thick door for he heard the rustle of that eyesore, sort
of speak, of a mustache.
“Yomi-sama,
I implore you, stop this childish tantrum!”
Oh that did
it! Yuda must pay!
“How dare-”
“Yomi-sama I do apologize for my
impudence but, morale is slipping quickly; we must converse about this.”
“You may enter; however, I have no
qualms in taking you head from your shoulders.”
“Understood, Yomi-sama.” The tiny youkai entered his master’s
room. He paused for only a moment unsure
if Yomi wanted him to speak just yet.
“Say your peace, Yuda. Keep in mind that my patience is all but
demolished.”
“Hai, Yomi-sama. As I said, morale is slipping due to your
obsession with that vixen you created.”
“That isn’t saying much for my
judge of character,” Yomi growled, angered even more by Yuda’s words “If my
minions are upset because I am brooding and trying to form a plan to get my
captive back.”
“It’s not your brooding that has
upset your subjects, my lord. It was
your treatment of your vixen captive that they found intolerable.”
“Since when does anyone get a say
on how I treat my captives.”
“The moment you got Kurama pregnant
you stepped over a very thin line. Every
one of your loyal subjects has a mother, some even have sisters and perhaps a
few have mates and children of their own.
Motherhood is something sacred; even those who have the barely a smidgen
of a conscience believe in the sanctity of motherhood.”
“Oh really.” Yomi mused.
“I suppose that makes me a monster.”
“Oh course not, Yomi-sama,”
“Shut up, Yuda!” Yomi snapped.
“I have just had a thought. I
want you to go get my best worriers; the strongest, the swiftest and above all
the smartest. After that I want you to
get the psychics that have failed me and bring them to the main courtyard, we
are to have a public execution for the worriers enjoyment and as a warning to
all of them. I will not have my men
doubting me nor will I allow failure. I
have a plan, Yuda. This time I will get
Kurama back, for good. Now, go do as I
say!”
“Hai, Yomi-sama.” Yuda quickly retreated hoping not to make his
master any angrier.
“Oh, Yuda, one last thing.”
“Hai, Yomi-sama?”
“By the next time you are in my
presence you will have shaved that ridiculous mustache. The very sight of it offends me.”
“My lord, surly you-“
“Yuda, I hate puns as much as I
hate repeating myself. How do you think
it would make me feel to repeat my pun?”
Yomi’s voice was an icy growl.
“Oh course, my lord.” The tiny demon bowed and left quickly,
least his master decides that he could look better without his head.
Yomi chuckled darkly when his sharp
ears picked up the sound of Yuda breathy grumbling. The annoying, yet somewhat useful youkai
thought that he was far enough away to safely voice his complaints to the
air.
“Oh Kurama,” Yomi smiled for the first time since his pet
vixen was taken from him by his disobedient, and most likely deceased clone and
that damn mutt’s blue beast. “I must
thank you for teaching me your ways; even now as they turn against you, you
will find yourself admiring the sheer beauty of my cleverness.”
::Genkai’s Temple::
It had been a very emotional
morning for Kurama. The moment she had
gotten over the shock of seeing Shura, her sharp eyes noted the scars that
adorned the baby fine skin of his face and burst into tears. She pulled Shura to a chair for him to stand
on, since she could no longer bend over, to further inspect his face.
Shura’s eyes grew to the size of
dinner plates. He wasn’t too sure about
how to react to Kurama, who, while still crying, had started stroking his
cheeks and smoothing his shortened hair.
“Poor baby, what happened to
you?” Kurama cooed around her soft
sobs. When Shura’s lips opened to answer
Kurama pulled him close in a crushing hug and peppered his face with
kisses. Shura stood still, he never was
shown much affection from his father so Kurama’s actions, though startling,
were gratefully accepted. The young goat
soon found himself melting in the strong arms surrounding him; he soon wrapped
his own small arms around the vixen’s neck.
Kurama was still fawning over the young goat when Hiei entered the
kitchen.
“You brat,” Kurama sobbed upon
spotting her bemused mate. “You
wonderful, wonderful brat!”
Hiei’s eye twitched, never in all
of his life had he ever been called a name as childish as ‘brat’.
“I take it you didn’t tell her the
real reason you visited Mukuro.” Yusuke
chuckled.
“You knew as well?” Kurama asked turning to Yusuke with a slight
glare. Yusuke nodded. “Tell me how this happened! I want to know everything!”
“Maybe if you gave Shura a chance
to talk he could tell you some of it himself.”
Yusuke quipped before turning back to the bacon he was cooking.
::Later that day::
It was easy to see that both Shura
and Kurama were ecstatic to see each other; they spent the whole morning
reliving the past few weeks for the other.
During Shura’s tale of his fight with Yomi and the events which happened
afterward Kurama was constantly threatened by tears, which Genkai noted, was
causing Shura to become extremely unsettled.
She felt it would be best to have him pause so she could explain about
hormones that were plaguing Kurama’s emotions.
Shura understood what the old woman told him well enough, though it was
still odd to see Kurama, the notorious bandit who was known for his cold and
cruel ways, burst into tears at the thought of Shura getting the beating of a
lifetime from his father.
It was around noontime when Yusuke had noted
Shura was staring longingly out the temple windows and offered to spar with
him. The young goat figured that Yusuke
only offered to go with him so that the former detective could keep an eye on
him. But, he didn’t mind being chaperoned considering Mukuro-sama never let him
outside at all; he figured that her second in command wouldn’t let him either.
Kurama had followed them outside as did
Kuwabara, who soon joined the two dark haired demons. Though the boys seemed to
get energy out of the warm midday sun
it was having an adverse effect on Kurama.
The vixen decided to join Puu where he was nestled in the shade and use
him as a cushion. Puu didn’t seem to mind;
at least if he did he had one hell of way of showing it. When Kurama had settled down against Puu side
the Spirit Beast make a happy chirp and wrapped his neck around to place his
head in Kurama’s lap, his cheek resting against the vixen’s swollen abdomen. In the cool darkness of the shade and Puu’s
soft feathers cushioning her aching back it didn’t take long for Kurama to
start dosing.
Kurama lazily reached up to scratch the
persistent itch that was plaguing her ear for the last several minutes. Someone must be talking about her. She momentarily wondered who would be talking
about her but that thought was soon discarded when her attention returned to
the young goat she was watching. The
poor dear was trying so hard to please Yusuke and Kuwabara, just proving how
much he changed since he was first introduced to her. The Shura Kurama was originally introduced to
would probably have tried to beat them both single handedly after of course, he
had insulted them to within an inch of their lives. Kurama often imagined that Hiei would have
acted the same way when he was a child, that is, if Hiei actually could have
ever acted like a child. Come to think
of it, Shura wasn’t acting much like a kid; nor did he look like he was having
any fun either. That shouldn’t be.
“Ne, Puu-chan,” Puu lifted his head
from Kurama’s lap to look at Kurama with large chocolate eyes. “Why don’t you go play with Shura? He needs to have some sort of fun other then
sparing all the time. Will you do that
for me, Puu-chan?”
Puu nodded vigorously. After helping Kurama to her feet, the large
bird made his way over to where the boys were just about to start another round
of sparing, this time Kuwabara was sitting out letting Shura and Yusuke have a
one on one. Shura made the first move,
or started to at least, for when he lunged for Yusuke Puu’s neck lashed out to
grab Shura’s shirt.
“I wasn’t gonna hurt him,
honest!” Shura explained, his
nervousness coming back from the bird’s unexpected gesture. Puu responded by letting go of the boy’s
shirt and giving him a playful shove with his cheek. Shura blinked in confusion at the bird
causing Yusuke to start chuckling.
“He wants you to play with
him.” Yusuke told the perplexed goat.
“Why?”
“I donno, probably cause he’s
bored. Puu’s never really had anyone to
play with.”
“He really just wants to
play?” Shura asked, still cautious.
“‘Course he does. Now go play tag.”
“What’s tag?”
“You’ve never played tag?” Yusuke asked in total shock. Shura shook his head. “Never, ever?”
Again Shura shook his head.
“Wow. Okay, first you choose one person to be
‘it’ that person has to try and catch
one of the other players. You’re going run away from Puu, cause he’s ‘it’. Then Puu tries to catch you, if he touches
you then you ‘it’ and you have to chase him. So on and so forth.”
“What is the point of that
ridiculous game?”
“Parents created it so that their
children would waste as much of their overactive energy as possible so that
they would go to sleep at a decent hour.”
Kuwabara explained “If you don’t wanna play tag then Puu would probably
take you for a ride, or something. He
just wants to have some fun.”
“I guess we can go flying, I’d like
to see more of the Ningenkai anyways.”
“Go ahead then.” Yusuke encouraged.
“No guard?”
“Nope! Go have fun!”
Puu hopped in place, barely
containing his excitement. Though, Shura
still looked a bit hesitant, even from her stand point Kurama could still see
some of his own brimming excitement. She
smiled happily at her newly adopted son as he and Puu disappeared over the
trees.
::On the Temple
Porch::
Genkai, Shizuru and Hiei were all
watching the three boys spar as well from their place on the porch. After Shura finally accepted Puu’s offer to
play, Genkai placed her attention on the vixen still standing in the shade at
the edge of the forest. She was staring
off in the direction Shura and Puu had flown with a soft smile gracing her
face, one hand on the crest of her tummy while the other pressed to the small
of her back. For what seemed to be the
first time during her whole pregnancy, Kurama looked content, in fact, she was
practically glowing.
It’s
about damn time
“Baa-san?”
“Mm,” Genkai looked over to
Shizuru, both she and Hiei were staring curiously at the old woman. “Humph, didn’t think I said that out loud.”
“What are you talking about?” Shizuru asked turning her eyes to Kurama,
whom Genkai had been staring at for the last few minutes then placed them back
on the old woman.
“Kurama, she finally has ‘the
glow’.”
“Ohh,” Shizuru eyed the vixen again
and nodded in agreement. “You’re right,
it is about damn time.”
“What glow?” Hiei asked, he too had looked upon his mate,
yet he didn’t see anything different about her, except that goofy smile of
course. That damn fox was too
sentimental as it was; now the hormones coursing through her body she was ten
times worse.
“That ‘I’m gonna be a mommy’
glow.” Shizuru explained. “Expecting mothers tend have an inner peace,
or a ‘glow’. Although that usually shows
up in the beginning of the pregnancy before the morning sickness, swollen
ankles, aching back and ballooning tummy.”
“Che,” Hiei snorted and rolled his eyes. “Ridiculous ningen sap!”
Shizuru glared daggers at the small
Jaganshi, he returned that glare with one of his own before turning again to
look at his mate. He was started to find
her emerald gaze staring fully at him, her eyes full of something, though
happiness wasn’t it. She looked almost .
. . forlorn and accusing at the same time; as if she had just been caught lying
to her. . . Realizing that either Kurama’s sharp ears or her lip reading skills
let her tap into the whole conversation Hiei wanted desperately to shift his
eyes away, but Kurama’s eyes kept his own locked in their stare. A hand waving
in front of Kurama’s face broke both of their concentration and causing both of
them to startle. Kurama’s hand flew to
her stomach as if that would help her maintain balance while she practically
spun to face Yusuke and Kuwabara, who had been trying to get her attention
since they had joined her in the shade.
“You okay, Kura-chan?” Yusuke asked worriedly, placing a hand on the
vixen’s shoulder to help steady her.
Kurama shot one last look at the
spot Hiei had just disappeared from before nodding. “I’m fine, thank you.”
Yusuke, now even more than before,
looked to Kuwabara for answers. All he
got from his carrot-toped friend was a worried frown accompanied by a shrug.
“Forgive me,” Kurama gave her
friends a small smile. “I’m feeling
rather drained. I’m going to go lay down for a bit.”
“Okay, Kura-chan.” Kurama, making it quite clear that she didn’t
want company, made her way to the porch.
“What the hell was that all about?”
Yusuke asked when the vixen disappeared into the coolness of the temple,
followed closely by Genkai.
::Two days later::
Kurama
yawned hugely at the breakfast table.
The vixen wanted nothing more than to go back to bed, but it would be
bad if she put off buying baby supplies any longer. Narumi warned her on his last visit that even
though first time mothers usually delivered late, multiple births were almost
always early because of the extra strain on the mother’s body.
Someone had
already circled Kurama’s estimated due date on Genkai’s calendar. Kurama figured that the culprit was female,
for the circle was technically a big red heart.
April 25th was exactly two weeks away. Every time Kurama took note of how close her
due date was her heart raced with giddy anticipation, though every time her
abdomen tightened into a ball the vixen’s heart dropped to her toes with fear.
Narumi had assured her that the contractions she was feeling was her uterus
practicing for the birth and that she would be able to tell the difference
between the ‘practice contractions’ and the contractions that come during the
earliest part of labor. Even though Kurama was anxious to not be pregnant any
longer she also wanted her kits to be ready to born. Every day the kits stay within Kurama’s
protective womb the better chance they had to survive.
Yusuke
broke Kurama’s train of thought by suddenly appearing in the doorway humming
cheerfully. He greeted Kurama just was
cheerfully and got a yawn in return.
“Tired
much?” Yusuke asked, his voice carrying
a concerned undertone.
“Just a
bit,” Kurama replied around another yawn.
When her eyes met Yusuke’s concerned gaze the vixen smiled reassuringly
“It’s nothing, one of the kits just decided to wake up at two in the morning
and kick me . . . right in the ribs.
That kit, which ever one it may be, is currently grounded.”
Yusuke
laughed then squatted beside Kurama to place a hand gently on his friend’s
tummy and rubbed gentle circles over her babies.
“Were you
guys playing ‘kick the can’ last night?”
Yusuke asked and laughed when he felt a kick in response.
“Must you
encourage them?” Hiei snapped from the
kitchen doorway. The small Jaganshi was
already in a bad mood, he didn’t want Kurama to strain herself shopping after
she had such a stressful night.
::Earlier
that morning::
Kurama
sighed as a bit of sun peeked its way through the curtains covering the bedroom
window. Reluctantly and, due to her
engorged abdomen, a bit awkwardly the still tired vixen pushed herself into a
sitting position with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Reaching behind her, Kurama poked her mate
causing him to growl.
“Don’t
get so excited.” Kurama quipped around a
yawn. “Remember you promised to come
with us today.”
Hiei
glared at his mate’s back.
“Why
don’t you let the females go for you?”
Hiei asked, joining his lover at the edge of the bed. “I can tell your still sore and don’t even
try to tell me that you’re not tired; you were up half the fucking night
because of that kit.”
“Don’t
you dare take that tone while speaking of my child!” Kurama hissed her voice icy and full of
venom. “Don’t ever forget that they can
hear you! Now get ready, we’re leaving
as soon as we’re done breakfast.”
Truthfully, until that moment Kurama was ready
to go back to bed and let the girls go run amuck in some random baby store. Now she was going just to piss off her lover.
“The doctor said that you could go into labor
any day now.” Hiei persisted. “Why must you push your luck?”
“Because.” Kurama answered before heaving herself up to
go take a shower.
“What kind of answer is that?” Hiei snapped at his mate’s back yet received
no answer. “Because . . . why?”
“Just because.”
Kurama was
jolted out of her thoughts by Yusuke’s loud laugh.
“What else
is an uncle supposed to do?” The young
demon asked before returning his attention to Kurama’s belly, or rather the
tiny lives within it. “Are you guys
ready for the big day? We’re gonna get
you a bunch of new stuff! Toys and
clothes and strollers and bottles and-”
“AND a gag
for extremely annoying, long winded uncle.”
Hiei added.
“Naw, I
can’t get them that sort of stuff until their old enough to enjoy it!” Yusuke replied snickering, only to receive a
slap upside the head from Kurama.
“Oh
my! Such violence this early in the
morning?”
Kurama
smiled at the ferry maiden who apparently had just arrived from the Reikai,
because she was still in her pink kimono.
“Smacks are
given only when they are due.” The vixen
explained.
“Can I-”
Botan inched a bit closer to Kurama.
“Can I touch your tummy, too?”
“Of
course.”
Botan
squealed and rushed forward. Yusuke moved
out of her way so that Botan could lay her hand where his once was.
“Hi
Kitlings!” Botan chirped. There was no movement under his slim
hand. The maiden frowned. “Aw, how come they won’t kick?”
“Your voice
is unfamiliar to them. They might not like
it.” Yusuke suggested. “Say hi guys!”
Finally
there was a kick causing Botan to squeal again and Hiei to let out an annoyed
groan.
“I repeat,
Must you encourage them?”
Kurama
laughed as did Yusuke. Finally fed up
with the annoying antics, Hiei left the kitchen in a huff.
::One hour
later::
“So, who’s
driving with whom?”
After
finally making it to the down the longest flight of stairs known to man the
companions found a slight dilemma: two cars for ten people; The SUV Kuwabara
borrowed for his car and Shizuru’s car.
“Girls in
the car, Kurama and the boys in the SUV.”
Genkai replied leaving absolutely no room for argument. The girls shrugged and piled into the
car. The boys, however, needed a bit
more time to decide sitting arrangements, because no one wanted to sit anywhere
near Hiei.
Kurama gave
Shura’s arm a little tug. “Come sit up
front with me and Kuwabara-kun. You’ll
love the view.”
“Mou, why
do I have to sit next to Mr. Grouchypants?”
Yusuke grumbled, climbing into the back of the SUV.
“Because I
said so.” Called from the other side of
the vehicle.
“Damn!”
Just as
Kurama predicted, Shura spent the whole ride staring wide eyed out of all three
of the front windows. The young goat
constantly asked questions and gawked at every random goofy thing that he had
never witnessed before. By the time they
arrived at the large shop with a huge pastel “BABY” sign on the roof Shura was
feeling very overwhelmed.
The girls,
who were much more experienced at shopping, had already found a parking space
half a block around the road and were now waiting for Kuwabara to do the
same.
“Hey look!”
Kuwabara laughed as he pulled into a spot right in front of the baby
store and nodded toward the sign that said ‘For expectant mothers only’. “I
told you your tummy would come in handy!”
“I suppose
it does serve some purposes.” Kurama
replied as she awkwardly climbed out of the SUV.
“You mean
other than providing a save oven for your baking babies?” Yusuke asked innocently.
“I can’t believe
you just used the words ‘oven’ and ‘baking’ while referring to my children.”
“Don’t you
remember the old ‘bun in the oven’?”
“Your about
to get another smack.”
“Promises,
promises.” Yusuke snickered, taking a huge
step out of Kurama’s reach and right into Hiei’s. The small demon seized the opportunity: WHAP
“What the
hell was that for?” Yusuke cried,
rubbing the back of his head.
“Because.” Hiei replied.
“Why
because?”
“Just
because.”
“Just you
wait until we get back to the temple, Short Shit!”
“Why wait,
lets settle this now . . .” Hiei taunted.
“Nice try,”
Kurama called from the doorway. “But you’re
not getting out of shopping, Hiei! Now let’s
go!”
::Three
hours later::
“That was
three hours of pastel hell!” Hiei
growled as he practically ran out the baby store laden with brightly colored
bags.
“I think we
bought half the store.” Yusuke, who was
carrying two boxes so huge he could barely see in front of him, proclaimed.
“And yet
the females are still getting more . . .” Shura marveled.
“Don’t
forget we are buying for three.” Kurama
reminded her companions. The only thing she was allowed to carry was a
large stuffed fox that Shura had found in the toy section. The young goat had also found three adorable
sleepers that had a fluffy baby fox and the phrase ‘Would you could you with a
Fox’ on them. They were made for a baby around five months of age, so Kurama
would have to wait to dress her kits in them but, Kurama didn’t mind.
“Between
the fortune we spent in there, not to mention the size of your girth, how could
we forget.” Hiei muttered. He wanted to thank every god in existence
that Kurama was exhausted after only three hours. At the rate the rest of the women were going
they wouldn’t be back until way past nightfall.
Speaking of his tired mate. . .
“Where the hell is that buffoon?”
“I sent him
to the liquor store.” Kurama answered. “We needed the last item on Narumi-sensei’s
list.”
“Liquor
store?” Yusuke gawked. “How come I couldn’t go too?!?!”
“Because
all we needed was sherry.” Kurama
replied. “The two of you probably would
have been drunk before you lift the store, if you both went.”
“Mou.”
“Will the
females be able to fit all of what they are buying into that single
vehicle?” Shura asked.
“Trust me,
they’ll manage.” Yusuke assured the
young goat. “Women in this world have a
talent for excessive shopping, and they always manage to bring it ALL home.”
“Wow.” Was the only reply Shura could manage.
It was only
a matter of moments before Kuwabara showed up.
Once all of the baby supplies were packed into the car everyone piled
in. Kurama immediately pressed the large
fox stuffy against the window as a pillow for her head and was instantly
asleep. The vixen was still asleep when
they got back to the temple; they all decided to let Kurama sleep until they
had gotten the SUV unloaded to wake her.
Shura climbed back into the car through the driver’s door, laid a hand
on Kurama’s shoulder and called softly to her.
the vixen blinked her tired eyes and looked around a bit startled for a
moment, until she remembered that she had fallen asleep on the way home from
the baby store. Kuwabara opened the door
for Kurama, he tossed the stuffed animal on top of the boxes Yusuke was
carrying then slipped one arm under Kurama’s knees and behind her back then
lifted her out of the vehicle. Kurama
yawned her thanks, by the time they reached the temple’s front door the tired
vixen was once again fast asleep. Upon
entering the temple, Kuwabara took the sleeping Kurama straight to her bedroom.
“Where
should we put all these bags?” Shura
asked.
“I donno,
somewhere out of the way I guess.”
Yusuke looked around the room and soon spotted the closet. “We can put this stuff in the closet until
Kurama wakes up.”
All three
demons deposited their burdens into the closet with Shura taking up the
rear. When Yusuke went to close the door
something cylindrical and shiny caught his gaze.
“Yatta! I should have known Kuwa-chan wouldn’t let me
down!” That very statement got him two
very confused stares.
“Yes I got
some beer.” Kuwabara said as he entered
the room. “And since when do you call me
Kuwa-chan?”
Yusuke
didn’t answer. He just opened his first
can and plopped down on the couch with a sigh, soon to be joined by Kuwabara. Shura settled down on Kurama’s recliner while
Hiei was somewhere closer to the window within earshot yet out of sight. For a while they all enjoyed the silence.
“Ne,
Urameshi,” Kuwabara said in his ‘I’ve
been thinking’ tone. “Don’t you think it’s
weird that Baa-san wanted to stay and shop with the girls? If you ask me, she doesn’t seem like much of
the shopping type.”
“I feel
obligated to inform you that no one asked.”
Hiei muttered from somewhere to their left.
“Bite my
ankles, Shorty.”
“I fail to
see one offered,”
“Shuddup.”
“If both of
you would shut up, I’ll tell you exactly why the old bat stayed at the
store.” Yusuke snapped, though, Shura
noticed that even though he did snap at his friends there was no anger in his
voice. Actually, the bickering between
Kuwabara and Hiei was in low, relaxed tones.
The young goat figured that these sorts of insults were so common that
they were just thrown and accepted without anyone actually being insulted. He found this very odd.
“Baa-san
stayed because she wanted to talk with the girls about Kurama.”
“What about
her?” Hiei asked his curiosity tweaked.
“She thinks
that because Kurama is so close to delivering her kits, her instincts are going
to start making her . . . uncomfortable around the girls.”
“Why?” Kuwabara asked.
“Kurama may
feel threatened by the girls because they are all ‘of childbearing age’.”
“Wait!” Kuwabara interrupted. “Are you saying that Kurama thinks that the
girls will try to kill her kits?! Why
the hell would she think that?”
“Her
instincts are telling her that unless she distinguishes herself as the ‘Alpha female’
her kits are in danger. Foxes generally
live alone until mating season when they hook up with a pretty little vixen and
knock her up. Then stays with her while
she is pregnant and also help rear the kits until they are old enough to go off
on their own. Yet sometimes sisters may
share a den together; in which case the dominant female may kill off her
sister’s kits so that she will have to help raise hers.”
“Well
sure.” Kwuabara agreed but was still a
bit confused. “But, why is she thinking
that Kurama wants to be Alpha?”
“See that’s
where it gets scary. Do you remember the
other day when Shura went flying with Puu.”
The others nodded. “Well, Genkai
followed Kurama inside to see what exactly had gotten her so upset. It wasn’t what was said, but who was talking
to whom. When she saw her mate talking
with Shizuru two things happened. First:
she felt that Hiei was looking for greener pastures because she was fat and
moody which led to the second, a blind rage.
That’s why Kurama was so upset when Kuwabara and I went to go see her.”
“Blind
rage?” Shura asked in a hushed voice,
his eyes gone wide.
“Kurama
wanted to kill her. That feeling scared
the shit out of her and that’s why she blew us off.”
“Holy
shit.” Kuwbara scratched the back of his
head. “Does that mean that Kurama
doesn’t trust us either? I mean, you’re
the strongest out of all of us, Urameshi.
You could kill off Hiei and the babies.
Does Kurama want to kill you too?”
“Oh course
not you idiot!” Hiei answered. “Both of you fought beside Kurama for years,
saved his ass a couple time as he did for all of us. A bond built by a team constantly battling
together and looking out for each other is extremely hard to break. Kurama trusts you with her life and she knows
that you will never let any harm come to her children.”
“Aww, Hiei
that was sooo sweet!” Yusuke gushed
dramatically.
“I’m going
to cut my tongue out now.”
“I know you
really mean ‘I love you, Yusuke!’”
“You’re so full
of shit!” Hiei growled.
“I love
you, too.”
“Dear Kami
what have I done?”
The girls
did arrive home well after dark with the car packed full AND more stuff on
layaway because it was too much for Shizuru’s car to handle. The rest of the week passed so quickly for
Kurama. Every free moment was spent
finding places for everything that had been purchased and assembling what needed
to be assembled.
“Are you
sure that you shouldn’t buy at least some diapers?” Kuwabara had asked it was the only thing on
the Narumi’s list that they had not purchased.
“Kitsune’s
do not need to buy disposable diapers; we create our own out of a particular
leaf grown just for that purpose. And
yes I am sure that I do not need to buy any.”
Kurama assured her friend. “They
absorb the mess and odor too, it turns bright red when it has absorbed all it
can. It’s quite convenient.”
“Sounds
good to me.”
::Later
that same night::
Kurama
awoke to the feeling of her abdomen tightening into a ball. The vixen waited a long moment, her hand
coming to rest next to Hiei’s on the crest of her swollen abdomen. The small contraction soon faded into nothing
allowing Kurama to relax.
“Is that
normal?” Hiei asked softly, startling
his mate who thought he was asleep.
“Yes,
that’s normal.” Kurama answered. “My muscles are preparing themselves for when
it comes time to give birth.”
“Ah,”
Intrigued
by the hidden tones in Hiei’s voice, she turned, albeit with some difficulty,
to face her mate. Moonlight played on
Hiei’s sharp features causing them to soften in his concentration. Noticing Kurama’s gaze on him, Hiei blinked
up into a pair of emerald orbs.
“Are you .
. . Does the thought of . . . What I mean is. . .” Hiei’s eyes shifted away from Kurama’s now
confused gaze.
“Am I
what?” Kurama asked softly.
“Nervous.” Hiei answered. “About giving birth, I mean.”
“I’m
petrified.” Kurama reveled, her voice
low and full of emotion. Startled by his
mate’s answer, Hiei turned his gaze back to Kurama’s face only to find her
staring at the place where her babies slept within her. “I’m not afraid of the pain,” Kurama
continued. “But about what could
happen. I trust Narumi-sensei’s
abilities but babies and mothers often die during birth, complications could
arise . . . so many things could go wrong.”
Kurama’s
hand crept over to cover Hiei’s smaller one.
She then turned her scared eyes to Hiei, who had yet to take his eyes
off of her.
“You will
be here with me when I go in to labor, wont you?”
Hiei
nodded. Kurama gave her mate a wide
smile and a kiss on the nose. Then
settled down to go back to sleep.
Apparently
the Gods weren’t as willing as they had hoped; because at the god awful hour of
four o’clock in the morning an
unexpected visitor rushed across the temple lawn. Kurama and Hiei practically awoke at the same
moment, both of them being overly alert due to Kurama’s condition. Kurama didn’t take a moment to think of who
might be barreling through the temple lawns she just reacted forcefully; her ki
flared waking up everyone else in the temple.
When everyone, including the intruder, met on the porch the others
noticed that Kurama was no longer the sweet redheaded ningen, but a rather
pissed off, overprotective silver vixen.
The
‘intruder’ was the same willow bodied boy that had summoned Hiei and Yusuke
when Shura had awakened. The boy was
drenched in sweat from head to toe; he stopped just short of the temple steps
doubled over with his hands on his knees panting harshly, his overly large eyes
shut tight. When no one but Kurama
seemed tense the vixen flattened her ears to her skull.
“Who is
he?” She asked Hiei seeing that the boy
not speak yet.
“His name
is, Nuriko and he is Mukuro’s messenger.”
He answered then to the boy.
“What business do you have here?”
“Lady
Mukuro is in need of you. She regrets
that she has to summon you away from your mate, when is so close to her time. But the matter is most urgent.”
“What’s the
problem?”
“Yomi’s
troops have attacked to borders of our Lady’s land.”
“Dammit,
how long ago?”
“Three
days, Lady Mukuro did not wish to disturb you and your mate, however, the
battle is proving to be a most perilous one and Murkro-sama finds herself in
need of you.”
“Fine, I’ll
come.” With that the boy was dismissed.
“Forgive
me, Hiei- san, but there is more. Lady
Mukuro believes that it would be in you mates best interest that you bring the
goat’s clone with you,”
“He has a
name!” Kurama growled, her ears pressing
further against her skull, totally disappearing within her silvery locks. She wrapped an arm around Shura and pulled
him against her hip. “Why does Mukuro want Shura?”
“Lady
Mukuro believes it wise that you bring along the c- boy so that Yomi will have
less reason to attack here.”
“No, Shura
will stay here, with me, where he belongs.”
“If that is
your wish.” The boy bowed and turned to
leave.
“No!” Shura
protested, pulling away from Kurama.
“I’ll go back to Mukuro if that means that you will be safe here.”
“Shura, you
don’t have to go.” Kurama once again
laid her hand on Shura small shoulder.
“I want
to. I think it will be better that way.”
“Then
you’ll have to look after Hiei for me.”
Kurama whispered as she pulled Shura into a hug. Then to the messenger in a much louder tone,
“You tell your mistress that is she is rude to my son, I will kill her.”
“Literally
or metaphorically, ma’am?”
“Trust
me,” Yusuke spoke up when he noted
Kurama glaring at the boy “She’ll kill her.”
Shura gave
Kurama one last hug and left with Nuriko in a dead run. Hiei, who was never very good at sappy goodbyes,
turned to his mate.
“I’ll come
back as soon as I can.” Hiei turned from
Kurama to face Yusuke and Kuwabara.
“Take care of her. Let me know if
anything happens.”
Both boys
nodded; one blink later the small Jaganshi was gone.
Over the
next week Kurama went from blissfully content with her mate and adopted son to
being totally miserable. The days were
going incredibly slowly for the vixen so she did her best to find things to
do. For the first two days she cut tail
holes in all of the clothes they had bought for the kits. When she finished with the baby clothes she
moved to cleaning every single part of the temple. The only thing she was banned from was
scrubbing the floors, which she had been caught on her hands and knees doing,
Genkai insisted that the rest of the girls would be happy to scrub the floors
until the vixen was satisfied with their condition.
Narumi came
a day or so before Kurama’s due date to check up on her. He was very pleased with Kurama’s condition,
though he found it rather odd that she was showing no signs of going into labor. He told Kurama that walking was a good way to
help endues labor, steps were also very good and luckily she had the mother of
all staircases right the front door.
Kurama’s
due date came and went with absolutely no sign indicating that the kits were
going to be born anytime soon. The days
continued to drag until Kurama was a full week overdue. On days that she wasn’t
cleaning the house like a mad woman the vixen would disappear from the temple,
though Yusuke could usually find her vine hammock-chair.
::Two days later::
Once again Kurama was gone before
anyone was awake. When she didn’t show up around lunch time Yukina became very
worried. The tiny Koorime decided to
fill a picnic basket for Yusuke to take up to her. When Yusuke arrived in the clearing he found
not only Kurama but Puu as well. Both
greeted the young demon warmly, Kurama with a soft smile while Puu called
cheerfully to his spiritmate and when close enough he stretched out his neck to
coax Yusuke into scratching him behind one of his long ears.
“Is it noon already?”
Kurama asked, putting down the book she was reading and eyeing the
basket Yusuke held with slight surprise.
“Aren’t you
hungry?”
“Of course
I am, now that you mentioned it. Thank
you for reminding me.”
“No
problem.” Yusuke handed over the basket
and snagged Kurama’s book in its place.
“Let’s see,”
the young demon flipped the book open to a random chapter and started
reading. “’How to lessen contraction
pains’, although intercourse is not suggested during labor, giving your partner
an . . . orgasm by . . . other means. . .Ewww!
That settles it! Hiei has to come
back cause there is no way . . . How’s about a different chapter.” Again Yusuke flipped to a random page. “For mothers who have chosen to breastfeed
their newborns, pacifiers may prove to be a nuisance as the plastic nipple of
the pacifier is hard compared to . . .the soft nipple and areola of the
mother’s breast . . . which could cause
. . Oh Kami, ‘Nipple Confusion!’”
Kurama had
to laugh at the look on Yusuke’s face when he shut the book with a snap. As he closed the book the paper Kurama was
using as a book mark fell out. Yusuke
picked up the paper, which turned out to be Narumi’s second list for Kurama.
“Oooo, lets
go over your list. Have you gotten a
supply of formula just incase?”
“Yes I
have.”
“Have you
practiced your Lamaze breathing?”
“That
dreadful huffing and puffing?! Please, Yusuke!
I’m a fox not some fairytale wolf.”
“Okay,” Yusuke laughed. “Next question, have you. . .::snort::
toughened your nipples in preparation of lactation?”
“I’ll
say,” Kurama answered with a nod. “I promised that job to Hiei. You see, I always wanted to make up for him
being bottle fed.” (1)
Yusuke
howled with laughter. In no time at all
Kurama had demolished the contents of the picnic basket. She and Yusuke spent the rest of the
afternoon together until dinnertime rolled around. When the rumbling of their tummies was
getting loud enough to cause an echo they decided to make their way back to the
temple. When they got there they were in
for a surprise, Mukuro’s messenger was sitting with Genkai on the porch telling
her all about the battle between Yomi’s minions and Mukuro’s. When Yusuke and Kurama arrived at the steps
the boy gave them a bashful smile.
“What’s
going on?” Kurama instantly asked. “Is the battle over? Are Hiei and Shura alright?”
“Let the
boy speak!” Genkai suggested.
“Um, yes,
Yomi ordered a retreat everything is calm again.”
“Then, why
aren’t Hiei and Shura here with you?”
“The
Jaganshi is um, hibernating. Lady Mukuro
says that his dragon robbed him of much of his energy and believes that he will
awaken in two days or so. Lady Mukuro
didn’t want to send the goatling with out Hiei, though she was always courteous
to the boy, she doesn’t him.”
“Damn that
Bionic Bitch!” Kurama seethed.
“Its only
two more days,” Yusuke said in a soft,
soothing voice. “At least Mukuro sent
Nuriko to let you know that they’re both safe.”
“Your
right, Yusuke.” Kurama agreed. “Thank you, Nuriko.”
The boy
blushed. “Now I must return to my
mistress.” He stood and bowed to all of
them separately before leaving.
“You okay,
Kura-chan?” Yusuke asked.
“Yusuke I
feel better then I have for the past eight days.”
“Good, then
let’s tell everyone to good news!”
Yusuke grabbed Kurama’s hand pulling her into the house.
Genkai
stared off into the trees lost in her own thoughts until Shizuru appeared in
the doorway.
“Dinners
ready, Obaa-san.” Genkai nodded but
didn’t make any move to get up. “Is
something wrong, Baa-san?”
“Just
praying that Hiei wakes up in time to help Kurama through the birth of her
kits.”
“Yea, it’ll
mean a lot to Kurama to have Hiei there.”
“There’s
more to it then that.”
“How
so?” Shizuru sat left the doorway to sit
down next to the old woman.
“Being a
part in the birth of the kits will help Hiei realize how real these kits
are. He had no help in creating those
lives, I just don’t want him to arrive and have three kits thrust upon him the same
way Kurama’s pregnancy was.”
“I see your
point. But, there’s nothing any of us can do except wait until those kits want
to be born, so let’s not brood over it too much. Come on, dinners getting
cold.”
Genkai
nodded and followed the young woman into her temple.
::later
that night::
Everyone
settled down in the living room late that evening to watch a movie, Botan and
Shizuru were stretched out on the floor in front of the television set, Yukina
and Keiko were sharing Kurama’s huge recliner, wrapped in a big fluffy blanket
while Kurama sat between Yusuke and Kuwabara on the couch. Genkai, however, had decided that she was not
in the mood for the movie and decided to call it a night.
Kurama yawned widely, barely getting her hand up in time to cover her
wide open mouth. When her back arched a
bit, Yusuke looked over at his friend worriedly.
“You
okay?” He asked.
“Just a bit
tired,” Kurama replied smiling softly.
“I think it’s about time I went to sleep.”
“Oh but
this is the best part of the movie!”
Botan chirped, her wide lavender eyes still focused on the television
set. Out of the corner of his eye,
Yusuke could see that Keiko and Yukina looked ready to leap out of the recliner
they were sharing.
“If your
back hurts you can stretch out on the couch.”
Kuwabara suggested. “We’ll move
for ya.”
Kurama
looked thoughtfully at her friends before lifting her legs from the floor to
rest her swollen ankles in his lap causing Kuwabara to chuckle.
“If you
don’t mind, then neither do I.”
Kurama
proceeded to make herself as comfortable as possible, ending up with head
pillowed in Yusuke’s lap and her legs in Kuwabara’s who absently started
massaging her ankles. By the time the
movie was over Kurama was fast asleep as was everyone else, except Yusuke. With one hand running his fingers through
Kurama’s sliver locks and the other holding the remote as he surfed for a
channel with something good on, Yusuke was content to soak in the quietness.
A soft
breathy moan sounded from the vixen sleeping in Yusuke’s lap. Afraid that his
actions might annoy and wake up Kurama, Yusuke let his hand slide down to rest
on her abdomen just in time to feel it tighten into a tight ball. Knowing that
there ‘practice contractions’ have been occurring for the last month or so,
Yusuke didn’t give it much thought. The
boy actually didn’t think much of anything until he heard the click of a door
being opened and the tiny figure of Genkai appeared down the hallway in her
robe.
“Hey,
Baba.” Yusuke whispered when the old
woman had gotten close enough. She
nodded silently at him before making her way to the kitchen to get herself a
glass of water. On her way back through
the living room she paused in front of
Yusuke to throw a blanket over Shizuru and Botan who were curled up together on
the floor. She then did the same for
Kurama, who twitched a pointed ear, but stayed sound asleep. Yusuke started to say something to his old
teacher, only when he felt Kurama’s stomach tighten again.
“Another
one?” He thought out loud, his voice a
staying soft whisper.
“Another
one what?” Genkai asked.
“One of
those ‘practice contractions’.”
“How many
have you felt?” Genkai asked, placing
her own small hands on the vixen’s tummy.
“Only two.”
“When was
the last one?”
Yusuke
glanced at the lightened numbers on the cable box.
“Just over
an hour ago.” Yusuke’s eyes widened
questioningly into the old woman’s thoughtful gaze. “You don’t think she’s really, ya know, going
into labor . . . do you?”
“It’s
possible.” Genkai replied. She let her hand slide off of Kurama’s tummy
when she noticed that the vixen’s ear twitched once again. “If she is going into labor she will need to
sleep.”
Yusuke
nodded
“Goodnight,
dimwit.”
“Night,
Baba.”
After
Genkai left Yusuke stayed awake a bit longer to see if he could feel any more
contractions. When no more were felt an
hour later, Yusuke turned off the TV figuring that it was fine to go to sleep.
Kurama awoke
to the feeling of a steady ache in her back and looked across the living room
to the cable box. The numbers read four
in the morning, making the vixen want to groan.
Walking usually helped lessen her back pain, but that was the last thing
Kurama wanted to do at four o’clock
in the morning. Cursing silently, Kurama pushed herself into a sitting position
and started to try and rise from the couch, she was pleasantly surprised when
an arm snaked around her back and the other held her shoulder to help her stand.
“Are you
alright, Kura-chan?” Yusuke asked
quietly.
“I’m fine,
it’s just my back.” Kurama
explained. “I’m going to take a walk
that usually helps.”
“Want me to
come too?”
“No thank
you, Yusuke. I’ll be fine.”
Yusuke sat
back down on the couch and turned to watch Kurama through the window. The vixen stepped into view and arched her
back slightly trying to ease the pain.
Just as Kurama made it to the steps she doubled over, stumbled slightly
forward clutching at her stomach. Yusuke
cursed and leapt from the couch. He
rushed to Kurama’s side to gently grasp the vixen’s shoulders.
“What’s
wrong, Kurama?”
“M-my water
broke!”
please don’t kill me for leaving it there,
but that’s all for this chapter. I’ll
have the next chapter up as soon as can.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! lemme know what you think!
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