Chapter 1: Inutachi No More

She was heavily pregnant and traveling across the country side alone. Her swollen ankles and sore back protested the journey, but she ignored it and kept going, not even sure where it was she was going. She just knew that she could not let them find her, so she was always on the move, not staying anywhere for too long, lest they find her. She was even unsure of who the father was, but had a feeling of who had gotten her pregnant almost eight months ago. It was not by choice, of course. No, it was out of spite and disgust.

About eight months ago, while she had been batheing in a hot spring he had approached her, eyes red, the lines on his face jagged and claws elongated. She knew the demon lord was not in his right mind. She hadn't known she was in heat until it was too late. He had shoved her to the ground face first and entered her in one unforgiving thrust, breaking her virgin barrier and causing her to scream in intense pain. He had not waited until she was used to his size. No, he proceeded to mindlessly fuck her as she begged him to stop, and fought beneath him. It did nothing but upset him, and he had become far rougher with her, his claws becoming lodged in her hips to keep her still. She cried for who knows how long. She had continued to cry even after he had left, eyes still red, lines still jagged and her blood on his claws and cock. She hurt so much.

Inuyasha and Miroku had found her. Sango had ran off some months ago and married a human lord, her being tired of Miroku being unable to keep his hands to himself. Inuyasha accused her of bedding his half brother willingly, no matter how much she protested it. He called her a whore and told her since she was willing to spread her legs for the bastard, she should be more than willing to spread her legs for him. When she tried to deny him, he back handed her across the face and raped her anyways. Somewhere in Miroku's mind, he got turned on, and said fuck it. Why not have a little fun of his own? He hadn't been as rough as Inuyasha or Sesshomaru, but she felt humiliated anyways. When they both left, she washed herself, wincing the whole time. She had wrapped her hips, got dressed and fled.

She had been attacked on many occasions, but somehow managed to escape and kill those that attacked her. Her first kill was a bit traumatizing, but eventually she learned that it was a way of life. She didn't stay anywhere long, instead moving to the next village and changing course often. The longest she had stayed anywhere was a month. An elderly couple took her in, fed, and clothed her. She hadn't known that they had tried to sell her body to the village men for sex. She fled when the first man came. She kicked him in the family jewels and grabbed her bag and took off as fast as she could. She never unpacked her bag, knowing that if she had to flee without prior warning, she could. She was grateful for it then.

She didn't trust anyone now, but she knew she had to rest somewhere soon so she could give birth and recover. Where could she possibly go? She knew Jinenji was nearby, so she could possibly go to him and his mother. She would be relatively safe there for the time she would need. It was a few days travel, but she should be able to make it without too much trouble. She was familiar with the area and not many people traveled this way. She could camp just off the path and start off early in the morning. She had two sleeping bags, so she would have enough padding between her and the ground, and she would be warm against the chill of the night air.

She made it to Jinenji's hut within a few days. He had been shocked but happy to see her.

"Where are the others?" He asked her after taking her inside. His mother was cooking dinner and brewing some tea. Being in the hut put her at ease.

"Sango married a human lord almost a year ago," she whispered as JInenji gently massaged her swollen ankles with his large hands. "Shippo decided to go with his cousin once they found each other. I am not sure what happened with Miroku and Inuyasha after I left." She accepted the cup of tea his mother offered. She smiled sadly and sipped at it.

"What has happened?" He was shy and kept his voice low.

"I was batheing one day after a long journey. I hadn't sensed him coming." A tear escaped her eye. "Lord Sesshomaru had forced himself on me. I am not sure if he was aware of it at the time. He had lost control to his beast. I am not sure how long it lasted, but when Inuyasha and Miroku found me, Inuyasha accused me of bedding his brother willingly. He said a lot of hurtful things before he and Miroku raped me. After that I washed, saw to my injuries and fled before they could do me more harm." She placed the cup down. "I haven't really stopped since I fled. It is nearing my due date and I have no where to go. Inuyasha destroyed my means of returning home, and other villages look at me in disgust for being an unwed mother."

"Rest here for as long as you need," his mother said as she patted her hand. "The smell of the herbs around here will mask your scent, and Jinenji is more than able to protect you now."

"I thank you. I hope I am not too much of a burden for you." She smiled gratefully.

"You have done much for Jinenji. It is my way of repaying you." She stood. "Relax. You look tired." Kagome nodded and leaned back against the wall, her sleeping bags provided much needed cushion.

Jinenji stayed near, offering all the comfort he could to the girl he had always admired. She had done so much for him and his mother. He was upset with what happened to her, and anyone else would have gotten rid of the child she now carried. Kagome was much too kind to end an innocent life, and she knew that it was not the child's fault. He would protect her while he could.

It was the middle of the night a week later that she felt it. Her sleeping bags had become extremely wet, like she wet herself, and she could feel her contractions coming, each one stronger than the last. They had started out earlier in the day, nothing this intense or this close together. They had been easy to ignore and Jinenji's mother had made her a tea that helped her to get to sleep. But now she could not sleep through this intense pain. She gave a pained cry that woke the two and she started to tell Jinenji what to do. He did as she said as calmly as he could. He had never seen a child being born before so he was nervous. His mother was composed and Kagome looked to be trying to keep it together. He admired her for being so strong.

"You aren't ready yet," she told Kagome.

"It hurts so much," Kagome nearly weeped. Her hands were fisted in the blankets below her. She had somehow managed to form and keep a barrier around them, hiding the aura of the soon to be born child.

"I know it does, Kagome. You are doing so well." She patted the inside of Kagome's leg. She was watching the progression of her dilation. "It won't be much longer now," she reassured.

Kagome moaned in pain, but said and did nothing else, until she had the overbearing need to push. And she had pushed as hard as she could before flopping back and panting. She did it again until a loud wail was heard. She thought she could rest, but that lasted only a few minutes until she had the distinct feeling of needing to push again. Jinenji was cleaning up her first born while his mother was helping her again. He was as careful as could be while he cleaned the much smaller baby. A few minutes later and a second wail was heard as Kagome flopped back again. She was tired, sweaty and crying. She had given birth to twins.

Jinenji handed her her first born. It was a beautiful boy with impossibly silver hair. Minutes later his mother handed her the other child. This one was a much smaller baby girl with the same impossibly silver tuft of hair. She smiled at them as they whimpered and found their way to her breast. They fed as she started to drift off, very much exhausted, but satisfied.