InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Taisho Brothers and the Daddy Scare ( Chapter 7 )

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The Little Taisho Brothers and the Daddy
Scare

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~oOo~

Little Naraku scowled across the playground at Little Sesshoumaru
as he arrived at playgroup for the day and sauntered over to join
his compatriots on their side of the playground.

He’d been steaming and plotting since Little Sesshoumaru had bested
his beautiful ‘divorce’ scheme and gotten him into so much hot
water with his father.  Just as he’d known, his male parent
hadn’t been angry that he’d lied or that he’d set up such a scheme
– no, he’d actually been amused at the little plot itself
– but he’d been angry that his son had not only failed at it,
but at who he’d been plotting against.  Not that he would be
averse to causing the Western Lord or his family problems, because
he hated anyone that was untouchable and out of his reach, but that
didn’t change the fact that Touga and his entire clan were
untouchable… and now he was going to have trouble trying to
weasel out of what his son had weaseled them into.

But Little Naraku, despite the prospects for a nice Christmas going
downhill with every new scheme he cooked up just couldn’t fathom
giving up.  There had to be a way to get that arrogant little
Sesshoumaru!  And sooner or later, he would find it, he swore
(not that he’d dare do that out loud, of course).   He
wouldn’t give up until he had that brat on his knees and
crying!

Muttering belligerently to himself, he wasn’t really aware of the
commotion on the playground for a little bit as every other child
stopped what he or she was doing to stare at the gate into the play
area as a group of little boys (and was that a little girl, or
not?) entered the playground with interest.  Who were these
guys (girl)?

Little Sesshoumaru, over on the opposite side of the playground
from Little Naraku noticed the newcomers just fine, and his eyes
narrowed on the swaggering little boys and… girl? as they entered
the area and looked around with smirks.  Moving right to the
front of his group, he made sure his youki flaring and his
dangerous expression let them know that they weren’t welcome on his
side – they were trouble just like the rest of the baddies,
he could tell right off – and watched with even narrower eyes
as they stared boldly back at him, even though they did stop coming
closer.

The leader of the group seemed to be a slender boy with a long
black braid down his back, and even though they all looked to be
human he had an odd marking on his forehead leaving Sesshoumaru to
wonder if he was hanyou, instead.  Though strangely enough, he
couldn’t really feel any youki from any of them, either, but
something about them all just seemed to be off.  (And that
wasn’t even counting the strangely dressed one – the one that he
couldn’t tell the gender of for certain.  It smelled male, but
looked female.)

There was the leader, and then another relatively small boy with a
bald head, another boy that was just a bit bigger than the other
two who smelled strangely like two different people, and then a
huge, hulking boy that was easily as large as that ugly hanyou
Goshinki that followed Little Naraku around.  The fifth one
was also very tall, though more gangly, the sixth was the girly
looking one, and the seventh was short and squat, with bulging eyes
and a wide mouth.  All in all, a very odd and mostly ugly
group of boys.  (And girl?)

He looked away from his study of the new group as the scent of his
sweet Little Kagome came up from behind him and peeked around at
the group of boys with strangely wary eyes.  Little
Sesshoumaru noticed that immediately, as Kagome was invariably
trusting and friendly to pretty much everyone.

“Ano, ‘Shoumaru… those boys are kinda weird, don’t you
think?”  she asked hesitantly, looking up at him with
her innocent, wide blue eyes.  She shivered a bit and clutched
his arm, moving closer to him as they all looked at her.  It
was obvious she was very nervous about the newcomers.  He
looked over his shoulder at the rest of his group and was very
interested in their reactions – even the rather aggressive
Little Sango and Little Ayame were staring suspiciously and warily
at the new group.  In fact, the only one who didn’t seem to
notice the caution of everyone else was – who else –
his idiot younger sibling, Inuyasha.

“Hey, Sesshoumaru… who are those creepy kids?”
 his brother asked loudly, drawing the attention of the entire
weird group.  

Before he could answer the oddly dressed one that he was still not
able to decide the gender of gave a loud squeal and dashed towards
them, practically throwing itself at his little brother with an
excited yell of,  “You’re so kawaii!” as he/she?
grabbed at Inuyasha’s madly twitching canine ears.

He couldn’t help but smirk at his brother’s horrified yells of
“Get it off me!”  and his wild struggles to get
away from the obviously fairly strong being.  He wasn’t having
much luck until the one that Sesshoumaru had decided was the leader
of the group came strutting over and pulled on the back of the
being’s clothes.  “C’mon, Jakotsu, leave him alone.
 From the looks on this group’s faces, they think they’re too
good for us, so we’ll be taking ourselves off to find another place
to play.”

Well, that answered the question of what gender the offender
currently molesting his younger brother’s ears was, but why would a
boy allow himself to be dressed like a girl – and act like
one, too?

“Hey, look, Bankotsu,”  one of the other boys
said,  “it’s Naraku.  Why don’t we go play over
there?”

Sesshoumaru’s hackles rose at that name and he glared at the one
who had spoken.  “If you are friends with that
hanyou,”  he lifted his nose in the air,
 “then you are definitely not wanted over here.
 Take yourselves off, for we have no use for yet more
miscreants on our side,”  he finished, idly brushing a
little bit of sand from his sleeve with a disapproving frown as he
noticed it marring his normal immaculate perfection.

The entire group of little boys glared at him; though it was clear
they didn’t understand several of his words, ‘not wanted’ was clear
enough.  The one now known as Bankotsu clenched his fists and
glared back at Sesshoumaru.  “And who are you to tell us
what to do?”  he asked pugnaciously, looking quite ready
to do battle – though he was startled into stumbling
backwards when Little Kagome, who had been hiding behind her hero,
got angry at the way that boy was daring to talk to her Sesshoumaru
and dashed out from behind him with a fierce light in her normally
mild blue eyes.

“He’s Sesshoumaru-sama to you, that’s who!”  she
yelled, startling the entire group of little boys into backing up,
though the girlish one was still looking longingly after Inuyasha –
who’d run for the back of the group as soon as that other boy had
pulled the weird one off of him and was currently growling and
snarling to himself as he tried to straighten his mussed clothing
out.  “You’d better go ‘way like he said, ’cause we
don’t like baddies over here!”

Her shrill voice carried all over the playground, and as Naraku saw
who she was yelling at an evil little smirk crossed his face and he
rushed across the yard to greet his school-time partners in crime,
loftily ignoring the narrow-eyed look of danger he was getting from
the Western Heir.

“Oi, Bankotsu, come over to the other side with me,”
 he said, his smirk widening at the low growl that came from
Sesshoumaru.  “Those kids over here are no fun at all to
play with.”

Little Sesshoumaru didn’t stop growling until the entire group was
over on the other side of the playground.  He really didn’t
like the look of those baddies, and just knew that they were going
to be trouble.  “Come, Kagome,”  he beckoned,
taking her little hand in his own as pride washed through him at
her courage,  “they aren’t worth our attention.
 Let’s go play in the sandbox.  I never did get to finish
making my family’s fortress for you to see the other day,”
 he added.  Whatever those little punks were up to, he
didn’t want them anywhere near any of his group, and especially not
his Kagome.  

She smiled up at him at that, her blue eyes sparkling with trust.
 “Okay,”  she said, always amenable to
whatever he asked of her, and followed him over to the large
sandbox to help him build his fortress.

However, before she could gather her bucket and shovel from their
spot set neatly against the fence, another disturbance near the
entrance of the park had her coming to a halt as two boys strode
in, and she grinned and took off without another thought towards
them, to Sesshoumaru’s consternation.  He scowled – they
kind of looked like that nasty group of boys that had just showed
up – one was skinny and with a long black braid, and the
other was overly large and bald and looked like a fish out of
water.

“Oi, Hiten, Manten!”  the little girl called,
waving madly, and the two boys looked over at hearing her.
 Wide smiles broke out on the faces of both and they scurried
over to greet her.  “I didn’t know you guys were going
to come to playgroup this year!”  she chirped cheerfully
as Little Sango trotted over to join her friend, obviously also
knowing the two boys.  

Sesshoumaru, now staring with narrow eyes at the two almost stomped
over to plaster himself to Little Kagome’s side with a petulant
glower that made her blush when she realized that she’d basically
just ditched him to run over to her friends.  “Oh!
 I’m sorry, ‘Shoumaru,”  she said in a tiny voice
that always made him feel all funny and gooey inside.
 “I was just excited to see my friends here at ‘group. I
usually don’t see Hiten and Manten until we go back to school.
 Sango’s friends with them, too.”

“Hn.  I have heard of you – you are the Thunder
Brothers, are you not?”  he asked, suspicious.  Why
would his little Kagome be friends with baddies?

“Yeah, so?”  the skinny, black-haired one asked
almost pugnaciously.  “We’re the Thunder Brothers and
we’re friends with Kagome.  We ‘tect her at school from
bullies ’cause the bullies are scared of us.  Who are you,
anyway?”

“I am Sesshoumaru, heir to the Western Lord,”  the
little boy replied, a little haughtily, though he could not bring
himself to truly fight with anyone who would protect his Kagome
from baddies and bullies.  

Both little boys eyes widened at that; everyone knew who the
Western Lord was – and by extension, the heir.
 “So what are ya doin’ with Kagome?”  Hiten
asked, it being his turn to be suspicious.

“I am courting her, that’s what I am doing with her,”
 he returned correctly, looking proud as Kagome blushed and
the other two looked awed.  

“Courting?”  Manten rumbled, surprised.
 “We’re just kids – we’re too young to be
courting, that’s only for adults!”

Hiten elbowed his brother.  “No we ain’t, stupid.
 Look at little sister and that fox she’s always chasing. I
think the adults just tell us that ’cause they don’t want to answer
our questions about girls ‘n boys and courting and stuff.
 That’s why they always turn red whenever we try to ask ’bout
that… and even where babies come from.”  He lowered
his voice conspiratorially as the children gathered around him
looked interested – especially Little Miroku, who had just
sidled up to them.  “We all know that mating comes after
courting, right?”  At the nods from around him, he
continued, his voice dropping to a whisper.  “I think
that babies come after mating but the ‘dults don’t want us to know
that.  I haven’t figured out why they all act so stupid about
it, though.  Why’s it such a big secret, anyways?”

There were confused and agreeing murmurs from around him as the
children all pondered that.  He was probably right,
Sesshoumaru conceded, especially when he thought about how his
father had acted when he’d first asked about the courting and
mating rights of Inu.  He’d blushed and stammered and looked
shocked to hear such a question – and come to think of it, he
frowned, when his father had told him that he’d soon have a baby
brother and he’d asked him where he would be coming from, his sire
had acted the same way.  

“Hn… I think you’re right,”  he said, adding the
information about his father’s confusion and embarrassment when
he’d asked where his brother was going to come from.
  

Kagome blinked wide eyes, remembering her own mother’s blush when
she’d asked where her baby brother was coming from.
 “But mama told me that the stork brought my brother
Souta,”  she said, a cute look of curiosity on her face.
 “I think the parents just call the storks and order a
new baby whenever they want one – kinda like when they call
and order take out pizza.  But they don’t blush when they do
that, so why’s a baby any different?”

Meanwhile, Little Naraku and his cohorts were listening in quite
blatantly to the topic of conversation, and all the talk about
babies had gotten him thinking.  He knew all about divorces
and alimony and child support from listening to his dad talk… and
the whole thing had just given him an idea.  If Little Kagome
was right and all a person had to do was call someplace and order a
baby, then he had the perfect idea to get Little Sesshoumaru.

“Hey, Kagura,”  the naughty little boy said as she
listened to the talk with fascination,  “I know how you
could get Little Sesshoumaru to pay attention to you,”
 he said, and instantly he was the focus of the entire group.
 

“How?”  the little girl demanded, her red eyes
sparkling at the idea of making Little Sesshoumaru and Little
Kagome break up.  He couldn’t be paying attention to the
little human brat if he was paying attention to her, instead.

“All you have to do is tell Sesshoumaru that you ordered a
baby and that he’s going to be the father. And then he’ll have to
pay attention to you, because you’ll have a baby to take care
of,”  he said, an evil little grin making him look just
like his daddy.  “And if he doesn’t then you can sue him
and make him give you lots of money.  My dad does it all the
time.”

Before little Kagura could say anything, Little Jakotsu piped up
and the entire group tittered at what he said.  “Hey,
then I can order a baby and make that kawaii Inuyasha be the daddy
and pay attention to me, too!  This is great!”

A little creeped out, nonetheless Little Naraku nodded and within
moments, Little Bankotsu was dispatched to announce the ordering of
babies and that the two Taisho boys would now be daddies whether
they liked it or not.

Little Kagome’s bottom lip wobbled and she burst into tears when
she heard the news – she knew very well that babies needed
two parents, and if Little Kagura had ordered a baby that was going
to have  Sesshoumaru as the daddy, then he would have to marry
her, instead.  

She was fairly quiet with her tears; however, the din that came
from Inuyasha when he heard the news instantly brought the adults
running, wondering just what the heck was going on for the little
hanyou to be caterwauling in such a manner.

“What’s the matter, son?”  Touga asked, looking
over his youngest son with worried eyes as the little boy carried
on, his cries not diminishing in the least just because his father
was there.  “Why are you crying?”  When he
still didn’t stop hollering and start talking he looked to
Sesshoumaru, frowning and confused to see him wrapped around an
also crying Little Kagome and glaring across the yard at a smirking
Little Kagura – and a happily grinning Little Jakotsu.
  “What in kami’s name is going on?”  he
finally bellowed, frustrated.

“It’s that stupid Little Kagura and Little Jakotsu,”
 Little Sango said angrily, clutching at her boomerang.
 “They ordered babies and are making Sesshoumaru and
Inuyasha be the daddies so they have to go over there and stay with
them.”

“I wonder if I can order a baby and make you be the
mommy?”  Little Miroku wondered aloud, looking right at
Little Sango, who promptly knocked him over the head with said
boomerang and watched with satisfaction as his eyes rolled up in
his head and he went nighty-night.

“You can’t just order a baby like takeout food!”
 Touga finally managed to get out, incredulous and exasperated
all at once at the ploys from that little troublemaking group
across the way.  Moving over to a very upset Little
Sesshoumaru’s side and awkwardly patting a still teary-eyed Little
Kagome on the back in an attempt to soothe her, he glanced sternly
at his youngest son, who was still carrying on like the world had
ended.  “Hush, Inuyasha.  You aren’t going to be a
father – and besides, a baby needs a mother and a father, not
two fathers.  Two boys can’t have a baby,”  he
said, reddening a little as his youngest finally fell silent, the
rest of the children staring curiously at him.  Sesshoumaru
looked as though he were about to start asking questions and he
held up a hand for silence, not in any way ready to explain the
truth behind where babies came from to his overly curious son
– or his friends.  “Don’t start, son.  Just
be glad that having babies doesn’t work the way you all thought it
did.  You’ll learn about that subject when you’re older.
 Now, why don’t you all go back to doing what kids are
supposed to do and play, and leave the baby duties to us
adults?”

Sniffling, Little Kagome nodded and turned away to go to the
sandbox, Little Hiten and Manten following along as Little
Sesshoumaru clutched at her hand.  When she did, she caught
sight of Little Kagura staring across the playground and glared at
her.  “Stupid Kag’ra,”  she muttered.
 “One of these days I’m going to get her back for trying
to make ‘Shoumaru be the daddy for her baby.”

“Do not concern yourself with that weakling, Kagome,”
 Little Sesshoumaru said loftily.  “She is not
worth the time.  Here,”  he said, handing her the
shovel and bucket she’d abandoned when Hiten and Manten showed up.
 “Why don’t you start gathering enough sand for us to
make our fortress?”

Kagome nodded, and along with Little Sango and Little Ayame got
busy making piles of sand, the familiar playtime activity
eventually calming her down while Sesshoumaru watched over her.
 

“So what are we gonna do to get those jerks back for
upsetting Kagome?”  Little Manten asked his brother and
the young Western Heir.  “That was a really mean trick
they played on you guys.”

Little Sesshoumaru sniffed as he watched his father, with a very
annoyed scowl, go stomping over to take a now sulky Little Naraku
by the back of his shirt and haul him off to the parent’s area.
  “My father will take care of it,”  he
said, finally turning away to go join Kagome and the others in the
sandbox.   “Though it was very funny to
listen to my annoying brother howling loud enough to wake the
dead,”  he added, paraphrasing something he’d heard his
father say once and had taken a liking to.

The two boys snickered at that and followed the smirking little boy
into the sandbox, and soon all of them had forgotten the whole
thing as they proceeded to building a fortress that was as big as
the entire sandbox.

Touga, on the other hand, hadn’t forgotten a bit of the trouble the
hanyou in his clutches had caused and loomed over the little brat
with a terrifying grin that smacked of that disappearing Christmas
he’d been thinking about earlier.  “You keep this up,
boy, and I’m going to own you and your father for the rest of your
lives,”  he warned the suddenly cringing little boy.
  “And you can just sit right here next to me as I
call my lawyer and he calls your father.  Doesn’t that sound
like fun?”  

Pouting morosely, Little Naraku began counting the growing piles of
coal he knew he’d be getting come December while all the other boys
and girls were getting presents.  He glared across the fence
at a smug-looking Little Sesshoumaru.

“I’ll get you yet, you jerk,”  he muttered
belligerently under his breath.  “Just you
wait.”

Touga scowled at the spider hanyou for a moment and then patted his
ever-present video camera as his scowl turned to a grin, instead.
 

Recording all this was the best idea I’ve ever come up with.
 Not only do I have proof when one of those little monsters
does something bad, but I have proof that this stuff actually
happened this summer to show Sesshoumaru and all the others when
they get older.

He’s going to be so embarrassed someday – and so will
Inuyasha.  Maybe I can even send these in to Japan’s Funniest
Home Videos or something and make it even more embarrassing for
them.

The thought of his uptight son and heir hiding his face in
chagrin over his boyhood antics kept that grin on his face all
through the rest of the day and into the evening, as he took the
footage and filed it away with the rest in his rapidly growing
digital collection and cheerfully readied the camera for another
day of recording.

~oOo~

A/N:  I’m just glad that when I was growing up they didn’t
have video cameras and stuff – still photos were bad
enough!

Amber

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