inuchiyo & “It’s about the baby. It’s yours.”
Thank you for sending this in! I hope I do him justice, I haven’t played his route yet but I plan to.
“It’s about the baby. It’s yours.” She says gently, crystalline beads welling up at the corner of her eyes as she speaks. Words from her had been so fragile that there mind as well have been a warning sticker placed on them, and for all Inuchiyo was, he was never good at handling fragile things. Her small frame shrinks under those words, and his breath his hitched in his throat as soon as the word baby finally resonates with him.
Inuchiyo was never about tenderness. He was about brute force, unmatched strength, and brazenness, but when she says these words he’s not quite sure how to handle it. A child, a baby let alone, was none of that. Could he even handle a child without hurting it? Inuchiyo had to count the times he had dreamed under the night sky that she would one day hopefully be his and that they would have children together. But words and feelings were alive, and the things he had felt before had simply been only dreams.
“What?” It was the only thing to be permitted from himself at the moment, eyes widening at her sudden confession. He had known she had been sick, he had known she wasn’t feeling particularly at her best, but pregnant? Inuchiyo isn’t sure if his world has ever pitched this much around him before. It takes him a moment before he realizes he should be comforting her, but he wasn’t sure how to if he still didn’t know how to react at the news.
Was this even real?
“You’re… having… my baby?” He tested the words out like he was testing out new sandals. He failed to understand what he was feeling. Then, there was a sudden warmth to his heart that he didn’t expect before, something he could definitely identify with being overjoyed as he took her into his arms and held her close. Inuchiyo felt her attempt to nod in response to him while he held her, and he had never held her tighter.
“I’ve… always thought about if something like this would happen.” An understatement at best, as if it hadn’t been a lifelong aspiration of his and something he knew would be a miracle in itself when she had been the world and he was only simply living in it. He knew then with her in his arms that this was the right thing to do, and that he was never more sure of it now: he wanted to be with her. She amazed him to no end, and she hadn’t failed to amaze him this time, either.