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The thing was, Inuzuka Miyu was on birth control. The Shinobi kind, that prevented her from even getting periods and smoothed over hormonal swings.
So while she did consider sex great fun and didn't refrain from it, she definitely hadn't expected to become pregnant.
Aomaru was formal, though. She smelled pregnant. She was also feeling a slight tenderness in her breasts, so it tracked. Ninkens tended to detect pregnancies very, very fast. Within a couple of weeks of the true start of the pregnancy (which wasn't exactly the moment the deed was done, but a handful of days afterward). Hormonal fluctuations had a scent. And since her hormonal scent wasn't supposed to be changing at all with her birth control, Miyu's partner was absolutely sure of his conclusion.
So, while she was reeling from the news, she did still book an appointment at the hospital to confirm, and to make what she already knew 'official'.
Though even before heading to the medics, she could already count the days backward. The father would be someone she'd slept between two and three weeks earlier.
...
Ah.
Well, someone definitely stuck out, then.
She almost dismissed her first thought, because honestly... It sounded almost conceited. But also, no, she could count. There was one or two edge cases, but logically, it probably was Hatake Kakashi.
Hatake.
The thought still seemed too surreal. What were the chances that the one time her contraceptive failed it would be for her one-night-stand with Hatake?
Very high, actually, based on the medic's explanation.
Basically, chakra was known to f*ck things up. Especially things that revolved around body functions. Bloodlines were known to make chakra even more screwy. She had chakra, and a bloodline. So did Hatake Kakashi. And she didn't need to tell the medic about her suspicion to know that their two bloodlines had to be compatible.
Dogs or Wolves, both of them.
She instead asked if it meant she had risked pregnancy every single time she slept with one of her Clansmen. She got, pretty much, "heh, not really". Inuzuka was her bloodline. Sure it was compatible, but it was, as far as her chakra was concerned, nothing to write home about.
Besides, while her partner's chakra and possible bloodline would be a big factor to throwing her birth control on the fritz, she was still an important factor. Her own chakra had to involve itself to kick the uterine lining and ovulation back on track. And her chakra was hers it had her Yin chakra in it. It would not go directly against her wishes.
So making her birth control fail had to be a combination of her partner's chakra making her bloodline instincts take notice (possibly by bearing traces of a very compatible but not identical bloodline), and her not being particularly against having a child with said man.
That cinched it.
It definitely was Hatake Kakashi.
The thing was, though... She was nothing to Hatake Kakashi.
They had slept together a grand total of once.
A boring story. Some Noble lost his child and paid Konoha an exorbitant amount to find her. Which was why Hatake led a frankly overkill team of himself, an Aburame chunin, a Hyuuga chunin and an Inuzuka chunin (that's her) to the Client's Estate at full speed to look for the girl. Which was doubly redundant, because no one needed an Inuzuka if Hatake was in the team. But it was good to show the well-paying Noble that they took his plight seriously.
They had found the girl in less than an hour. She had gone exploring in an old annex that predated this Noble family's possession of the Estate, and found an old secret escape passage. The kind that only opened on the 'escape from home' direction easily and had a well-hidden secret mechanism to trigger the other way. A standard precaution so the 'escape passage' didn't turn into an 'invasion passage' too easily.
The passage's exit had been condemned, though, so the child had actually been in some danger. In one or two days. Provided that it didn't rain enough in the meantime for water to seep in so she could drink.
So basically, she was perfectly fine if a bit hungry and a lot frightened.
And they would have only needed one of them to find her. Hatake, Hyuuga, Aburame or her could all have found her alone. Thought it would have taken Aburame a bit more time.
In any case, the Noble was so very grateful, and threw them a party. It was fascinating how many sycophants hung around these types of Nobles. The party wasn't just a luxurious meal. It was a full on ball with a hundred guests.
Now Inuzukas really had no business being in a Noble's ball. It wasn't about self esteem or anything. It was about tolerance for stuffiness and bluntness that made them seem rude.
Miyu would have, by far, preferred a generous tip. And by the look of things, so would have Hatake.
Two hours in, they both found themselves trying their level best to be wallflowers. An endeavor helped along by the fact that both Hyuuga and Aburame were Noble Clans, and so their poor teammates bore the brunt of the guests' attention. She sympathized. But also, their Clan came equipped with temperaments much better suited to handling these situation.
Aomaru, by virtue of being a sizable and slightly intimidating Ninken, both repelled the delicate nobles and attracted Hatake's hands to himself, and so the Jounin had found himself at her side, idly petting her partner's head as Aomaru shamelessly pressed into the pets and leaned against his leg.
Even so, Hatake still radiated tension.
"Can I?" Was how things started off as she lifted a hand and gestured to his back. He shrugged and she slowly reached out to place her thumb between his shoulder-blades, then firmly pressed in and down along his spine.
It definitely was more of a canine-person trick than a true massage, but Hatake did straighten, stretch, then slump in response.
And then he turned his head to her fully. She didn't think the civilians would have seen the calculation in his eyes as he studied her.
Miyu did.
But when he reached for her face and leaned down to her, she played along. It was obvious he was angling for an excuse to retire early without insulting their Noble Client's hospitality. And she was all for it.
They didn't kiss then. Not properly. He had his mask, after all. it was more of a nuzzle involving the entire face. Nothing scandalous, really. But it gave them an excuse to press closer. Gave him an excuse to wrap an arm around her waist and lead her out of the ballroom with a wink (of a blink, who could tell, honestly) at their host and abandon their unfortunate Noble Clan comrades behind to their fates as they headed for one of the rooms their Client had insisted on having them use rather than run back home right-away.
Aomaru faithfully laid himself on the outside of the flimsy door to 'guard their intimacy'.
Miyu decided not to be creepy and flop into the bed un-sexily while removing her breast-binding under the cover of her shirt.
Maybe it was what did it. What got him to suggest making things realistic and start massaging her back.
Then his hands has 'slipped' toward her front, she'd flipped around, and...
She had a very good night.
The next morning, they both sported bite marks (her on the inside of her thighs and on the shoulders, him on the chin) and Aomaru quietly laughed at her.
And then they ran back home, said goodbye, and that was it.
Or so she had thought.
