Entreri; Ent-(like the beging of enter)rer-(like rare) i- (ie or y, the 'ee' sound).

Ent-rare-ee

Entreri.

Enjoy.

Sunlight filtered through her eyelids, warm and inviting. Kagome smiled in her dazed, half asleep state and stretched down to the tip of her toes. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept this well. Arms tightened around her waist, warm and comforting, and Kagome breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of clean dog and hair wet with dew. InuYasha. She smiled again.

Soft breath tickled the back of her neck. Kagome's smile faded. She couldn't quite remember falling asleep with InuYasha. In fact, she distinctly remembered falling asleep in her own bed, alone, in her own time, and why was she naked?

Her eyes flashed open, and the first thing she saw was her own black hair spilling across the sheet of sliver, feather light strands of her companion's hair. Sunlight made dappled patterns through the trees on their intertwined forms, and Kagome herd birdsong not far off.

She lifted her head up and saw the meadow, the flowers, the sunlight. An almost perfect setting. Kagome turned her head, and saw him, his head resting lightly on her shoulder. His long curten of hair carpeted the ground under them and over them, and his arms twined around her waist. His aristocratic features were relaxed in sleep, long dark eyelashes curling over magenta eyelids, dark red slashes softly highlighting his high cheekbones. The crescent moon on his forehead. The muscled, wiry frame.

Sesshoumeru.

Kagome froze up and squeaked, and the Taiyoukai's eyelids fluttered like the most delicate of butterfly wings, and then opened to reveal the old gold of his eyes. He looked at her sleepily, breathed in, exhaled, and...smiled?

It was a moment long expression, a slight bowing of the lips, a crinkle in the eyes, an expression without distance or ice. Kagome must have made some sound of fear, because those golden eyes blinked at her, seemed to actually focus on her, and then his face was schooled back into submission. He had no expression, of course, but if Kagome had to guess, she would have said he looked at her like he couldn't quite remember what she was doing there.

Her heart beat fast and hard, and every breath seemed a lifetime as he looked at her. And then, without a word, his arms slipped away from her waist and he sat up, focusing his attention around them. Every movement was deliberate and graceful. Kagome began to edge away from him, trying not to draw attention to herself.

He didn't look at her as he stood, didn't glance her. Kagome had a hard time keeping the daemon in her sights without looking down, but she managed it with much blushing and static in her ears. Sesshoumeru bent down and picked something up, his clothes, she saw. He began to put them on without hurry, without embarrassment for his nakedness. He still didn't acknowledge her presence.

It really began to hit her then. Oh god. Oh god. Did they...? She shuddered. Why couldn't she remember anything? A helpless, frustrated feeling welled up inside her. Her eyes burned.

"Sesshoumeru-" She couldn't finish. Her whisper died in her throat. The Taiyoukai continued to ignore her as he dressed.

She took a ragged breath. "Sesshoumeru." She said a bit louder, holding back the burn in her throat. "Sesshoumeru. What did you do?"

He paused briefly before tying his obi, the last piece of his dress. "This Sesshoumeru does not remember." He said evenly.

Kagome drew her knees to her chest and held her stomach. She put her chin on her knees and let the shudders flow freely, trying not to make a sound. Sesshoumeru began to walk away, to the tree line. Kagome buried her face in her knees and wept with sorrow. She knew...she knew. She felt the ache in her, the soreness. She'd never felt it before, but it was unmistakeable. She'd been tainted. By a demon. Suddenly, all she wanted was to be with her mama. She wanted her own bed and her own life and she wanted this to never have happened.

She curled in on herself and cried in her misery. She felt a shadow fall over her, and she tensioned, forced herself to be quiet, tried to hold it all in. She wished he would leave all ready. She wanted her shame to go unnoticed. Something dropped to her feet. She glanced up and saw her clothes in a heap in front of her.

Kagome looked at the demon, at a point in the middle of his chest. She couldn't bring herself to look at his face. He knelt down to her level and she looked at the ground, focused on anything but him. She felt an internal struggle from him.

Finally, he spoke. "You were...untouched, before now?" Kagome's face flushed with heat and she fidgeted. She glared at the ground. And then she felt a clawed hand rest on her head, softly, like she would break. She froze, and her eyes squeezed closed. She shuddered.

"I'm sorry."

And then he was gone.

...

InuYasha was pulled from deep within his mind. The last thing he remembered was...was...Sango. And Miroku. They were in Kaede's village, waiting for Kagome to come back through the well. And then...darkness.

In front of him was a little girl, what was her name? Oh yes, Rin. She was bleeding, unconscious. Five long, deep claw marks marred her skin, from her right shoulder to the middle of her chest. InuYasha stepped forward, worried, reached out to help her, saw his hands, his claws, dripping with blood.

Rin's blood.

Everywhere. He was covered in it. What had happened? Where was he? Why couldn't he remember? This was all wrong. Nothing was right. It couldn't be. It didn't make sense. It couldn't be.

But it was.

His breath shuddered. He heard her faint heartbeat. Distantly, as if it was someone else, he watched himself stepped foreword. He would make this right. Whatever had happened, he would make it right. InuYasha didn't catch his sent until it was too late, until the blade of Bakusaiga bit into his throat.

Blood ran down the length of the blade, dripped off, fell to the grass.

"Leave." Was Sesshoumeru's only command. InuYasha backed off, hands up in surrender, wary of his half-brother's wrath. Sesshoumeru turned from him, not acknowledging his presence any further, and bent down to assist Rin.

The wind changed.

A sent blew to him.

Kagome.

Kagome.

Bakusaiga bit into the flesh of his chest as he jumped at the Taiyoukai, and blood sprayed out. InuYasha was thrown back, and he landed on his feet, furry dark on his face.

"What did you do?" He demanded of his expressionless brother. "What did you do?" He screamed as he launched himself at the daemon again, claws extended. Sesshoumeru had the dying girl in one arm, cradling her, but his other arm flashed out again and another cut was made across the Hanyou's stomach, calling forth another arch of blood. InuYasha's growl split the air, and he reached for Tetsusaiga, only to find it missing from his sheath.

"Where is she!" He demanded. "Kagome! I can smell what you did to her!" The daemon watched him, but didn't grace him with an answer. "Ahhhhh!" He screamed as he he jumped up and came down, claws extended.

Bakusaiga fell to the ground.

Taiyoukai claws flashed out.

Blood drenched the Daemon Lord.

Hanyou blood.

InuYasha stood frozen, bloody claws an inch away from Sesshoumeru's impassive face, wearing a look of shock. Sesshoumeru's arm extended into the Hanyou's stomach, deep in flesh, claws making an absolute mess of the Hanyou's spine. Sesshoumeru just sort of twisted, and there was a resorting crack! And InuYasha was forced onto his toes and his face was a mask of anger and agony.

Sesshoumeru brought his little brother closer, whispered, "Leave."

Position exploded out of the wound, and InuYasha arched and screamed, and then he was writhing on the ground and the Taiyoukai was gone with his ward.

InuYasha tried to pull himself to his feet, tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't work right. He couldn't feel his legs. He couldn't feel his legs.

...

Seconds. Minuets. Hours. Sometime later, she found herself in their hut. Empty. InuYasha, Sango, Miroku, all gone. She was dressed again. When did that happen? She couldn't remember. The fire cat and Kit were missing as well. Looking for her? She hoped not. She hoped they were without worry, doing something fun, waiting for her to come back, to come home.

This isn't home anymore.

When had she stopped thinking of her time as home? When did she start to think of her friends here as more family than the one she was born with? Not any more. When she thought about everything here now, it felt like a dream. A horrible dream. She wanted to go home, run from it, forget this ever happened. What would they say? Would Shippo be old enough to even understand what had happened? Would InuYasha be able to tell instantly? Could he smell it on her?

She shuddered, left the cold, empty hearth and hut, and looked down the street. At first, she thought it was a dream. Her friend, covered in blood, the most particular expression on her face. Hiraikotsu was slung over her shoulder. Sango walked up to Kagome, and they looked at each other. Their expressions were eerily smiler.

"Where are the others?" Kagome asked.

"Miroku is dead." Sango answered.

"Oh."

"I killed him."

"Oh."

"Kohaku is dead, too."

"Did you kill him, too?"

"No. Miroku did."

"Oh."

"..."

"You hungry?"

"...Ya. Sure."

...

Shippo didn't come back, but Kirara did. The cat seemed dejected. Kagome eventully dragged herself out of the hut and looked for the Kit and the Hanyou, with no sucess. InuYasha managed to drag himself back eventually, but even his sharp knose couldn't find poor little Shippo, and the fact that he was paralised from the waist down didn't help any. Kagome took him to a hospitable in her own time, because his injury's were too great for her to treat herself. He didn't mention the sent of lust on her, and she didn't bring it up.

Soon, with his Hanyou healing ability and intense physical therapy, he managed to to walk with a cane, a limp, and ungodly amounts of medication, to the astonishment of every doctor they encountered. They explained his unusual demonic attributes as a strange genetic mutation that runs in his family, (which wasn't exactly a lie) and all though nobody believed that for a minuet, most modern day physitions will not immediately jump to the conclusion that a half-daemon just walked into their clinic. (plus, nobody wanted to get sued, which they were threatened with a lot.)

InuYasha went back to the futal era, only ever coming back to the present for more medication, and Kagome stayed in her time. She didn't go to any funeral's, Miroku's or Kohaku's, or even missing Shippo's, who was never found. But she mourned. God knows she mourned.

She just wanted to forget.

But fate wouldn't let her.

A few weeks after the incident, she took a test. Just a little test. A small little test with only one question. A simple yes or no answer.

The answer was yes.

The child's name was Entreri.

Read and Review.