A/N: YAY! My writers block is over! My other one shots that I have of Sess/Kag, the ones saving me, Valentines day, I had wrote during my writer's block, trying to see if I could get over it. Unfortunately it didn't and it turned out like shit, even though I got some reviews. I still wasn't happy with them, at all. But thanks to my never ending supply of stories to read, I have found a few stories that have inspired me to write, so this is kind of like a response to them. The stories that have given me such inspiration are: Tales from the House of the Moon, Light of the Moon, and The Once and Future Taiyoukai. All are such wonderful stories and I can't wait until updates.

But since I have read endless Sess/Kag pairing fan fictions, I have noticed the pattern everyone complains about, including me. So I hope I can come up with a good plot to continue this. And just so you know, Kagome in my story is not from the future, she never fell in love with Inuyasha, so there fore she is good acquaintances with Kikyou, even though I hate the miko. I wanted to make this different as much as I could, with out loosing characters, and the originality of the series. And I hope to god that I can keep them in character, such as Sesshomaru, Inuyasha, Kikyou, and Miroku, all of whom I have trouble with. So if you see that they seem to fall out of character, or think of things that I could do so that way their personality could fit within the plot, then by all means review that in and I will see what I could do. So far, I can only post the first chapter, considering that Sesshomaru has a son, and I am really bad at making up names, they would also be greatly appreciated.

But on with the story! I might add chapter two, depends on what I seem happy with.

He stood over her grave, still amazed that someone like her; someone so pure and innocent, yet strong and powerful, was in her grave. The memory of her death was still so fresh in his mind, and despite all the times he spent with her, it was the only thing he remembered of her. Perhaps it was because it haunted him. Or perhaps it was because he knew it was his fault. The great Taiyoukai could have stopped her death, could have prevented it; perhaps even prevented her from even being in danger. But he allowed it. Despite what he felt, despite what fate was telling him, he allowed her to fight by his side, just like what she wanted. He had to admit, it was a good bonus. But the cost was great. And he paid dearly. The cost of her life, her sacrifice, the cost his mate. The haunting image of her crouched over in pain, the haunting echo of her cry for him, the sight of her blood flowing between her fingers in a futile attempt to hold off death. Or perhaps it was the sight of her lifeless eyes that haunted him the most. Her eyes that were always full of life, wonder, curiosity at the world. The ones that shone every time she looked at him or the fiery spark in them when he was teasing her or the deep passion when they made love. Yes, that was it. To see her usually expressive eyes, so bleak and empty, it was shattered any control he had. Anything that with held him, anything that held him back, broke. It didn't crack, it didn't waver, and it didn't have any possibility to be held of anymore. It shattered, and he let his wrath fall upon anyone brave enough to cross his path. In all his years of living, not once did he ever loose control to his demon over the loss of a loved one. But that was to be expected. She was his mate.

It was a good match, and he knew it. She was human, yes. They had fights, yes. But it was worth it. To know that you had found your true other, the one fated indented you to be with. Their bond was strong. They could feel each other, even though they were miles apart. It was so strong; she gained the life span of her mate, to live by his side forever. Though it had not happened that way. They tried to avoid being apart. They were stronger together, and the kept that to their advantage. That's why allowed her to stay. But they weren't strong enough. She fell, along with his heart, with his meaning, reason. His life died with her. But he had to be strong. Strong for his lands, his people, for her, for their son. He had to continue to rule, continue to teach their son, the only heir to his throne. His son, no, their son, looked like him. He had the same hair, the same beautiful silver, silky locks. He had the same crescent moon on his forehead, and the same maroon strips. He was a half-demon, so he had the dog ears on his head, just like Inuyasha. But he had her eyes. He had the same deep, ocean blue eyes that she had. And of course her personality. The same compassion, the same fiery spirit, and though he didn't show it openly, he had her same caring nature. She had taught him well.

Of course, he faced the same hardships that she did, as well as Inuyasha had. The same rejection, the same complete refusal of being accepted as the heir, despite his bloodline. They fought left and right at it, saying they refused to be ruled by a Halfling, saying he would be their downfall. But they didn't know him. They didn't know that his hearing was nearly as sharp as his own, or his sense of smell was nearly his match. They didn't know that his strength surpassed his own. Or course not physically but with his body and mind's strength together, he would be a strong leader. He had his mother's compassion, so he could be fair. He had his ruthlessness, so he could be a great warrior. He had his mother's wisdom, so he could make it though hard times. He had his boldness, so he could get what he needed for his people with no problem. He knew it anything were to happen, the kami forbid, that he would do fine. And he would choose none other. No one could have been better.

But his son nearly fell apart when his mother died. She was his source of comfort. His source of hope and confidence. She was their life, and when she was suddenly ripped from them, it was only natural to fall apart. He tried his best to be there for his son, to try and help him, help them both through such hard times. And his son rarely left his side. They drew comfort from each other, taking comfort from each other misery.

But she died nearly ten years ago, and yet, he still couldn't move on. He silently wondered why someone would have such an effect on him. In all his life, which was quite a few centuries, he never mourned over death. Not when he learned of his mother's death, which he was quite attached to. Not when he father died, which he just shrugged off and took on his responsibility with honor. No, he didn't not mourn death. He saw it as just another part of life, which is was, but not when it was taken unfairly. Not when he still needed her. This time, even though ten years is nothing to him, it still got to him. Perhaps it was because of the fact that when his mother died, he had already grown apart from her. And he wished to replace his father. So perhaps it was because he was still in love with her. Because he felt far from them, but he couldn't get close enough to her.

He sighed and placed a mix of red, black, and lunar roses on her grave. It seemed his son recently visited, as his sent lingered on the roses he left her. Roses were her favorite flower. She said it was because they represented so many things to her. A red rose was the same as her scent. Black roses were her favorite rose, and a lunar rose is what he compared her to. Something elegant and beautiful, and for some one in the house of the moon. They buried her beneath a weeping willow, as it was her favorite tree. She used to sit under this very tree, either reading, writing, or just enjoying the day. Enjoying life.

'I wish her life wasn't ripped from her. She didn't deserve it.' He thought bitterly. But then another thought popped into his head.

'Wait a minute… If no one could…' his thought tumbled over as he released something they looked over. He needed for find that miko Kikyou. The one with the shikon Jewel.

A/N: -sighs- Depressing I know. And for those of you who have read Light of the Moon, this probably sounds really familiar. But I promise I'm not steeling their idea, or plagiarizing! There are differences, and like I said, the plot hasn't fully revealed itself to me yet, so don't jump to conclusions. Like I said, it gave me ideas and I'm just trying to see where they will lead me. But like I said, if anyone had Idea's for Sesshomaru's son's name, tell me! If I like it, I'll make it his name.

Kagome will be back! I just have to find away to make her appearance go with the story. I don't know how many chapters this will be, or even if I will continue it. I have considered continuing saving me, but nothing comes to mind for that one yet. But I just want you to know that I wasn't steeling idea's….. So don't sue me!