Believe it 'cause you're seein' it

What Inuyasha saw before him he could hardly believe. And if it was that he could hardly believe it, then nobody else would believe it. Or, they could possibley choose to not believe him alltogether.

He let his jaw slack as he remembered his day and all that could have happened to lead up to this. But as he remembered and remembered, nothing out of the ordinary popped up.

It all started before sunrise, like it allways did for him. Sunrise was the only chance he could get a bath in with Kagome's soaps. Of course, he'd have to dirty his outer hakana and other garments so as to conceil their nice smell. At least he was clean.

Once back to camp, the others had just begun to rise, he ate fish and helped Kagome gather her things. With Kagome, and of course Shippo, on his back, they made their way; Sango and Miroku ridding Kirara. At around noon, Kagome began to complain of hunger pains. Inuyasha, who didn't dare a sit, complied. He drank a cola, which seemed to be the only thing that could calm him down, while the others ate. But of course Kagome was in one of her moods that she gets once a month, a time of month that the poor inu hanyou wisses he could just disappear from the face of the earth. And of course, that very same inu hanyou had to open his big, stupid mouth and say something like, "Why in the hell does it take you so long to eat?" Kagome's reply, as usual, was to igve him a couple of sits and stomp off. In his haste to retrieve her, seeing as how she was so vulnerable in this time of month, he stumbled upon what he is seeing now.

The only thing he could think of to have caused this awful event was that Kagome had gained extreme miko powers due to her condition and turned him into a ... naw. She hated him, but she would be too mad to care. Plus, when did Kagome gain more miko powers? As far as Inuyasha knew, she hadn't.

He scratched his head, looking down at the now crying infant, wondering what he was going to do. After desiding against killing him, that would be too cruel, and leaving him, casue no matter what, he was still just an infant, he came to the conclusion that the only thing left to do was to take him back to Kagome. Maybe, if she wasn't too Kami awful mad at him, she could do something.

After much hesitation, Inuyasha picked up the now blue infant and craddled him the crook of his left arm. Instantly, and much to the hanyou's surprise, the tiny bundle of fur and skin quieted down. Two liquid amber eyes peered up at him. Inuyasha began to slowly melt on the inside. Now he knew what his mother felt like when he would look up at her. The tiny babe reached up and grabbed for a stray lock of Inuyasha's white hair. Without a moments hesitation, the infant pulled. Inuyasha let out a yelp, yanking his hair from his iron grip.

"Why you little ... " Inuyasha didn't have the chance to finish. Obviously the harshness in his voice and the expression on his face was enough to send the babe into fright, causing him to cry again. "No, no, no, shhhhh ... " Inuyasha instinctivaly began to bounce the infant, as he had seen Kagome do this many times in the past. This soothed him and he quieted down. Once more he reached for the white strands ... and stuck them in his mouth. "This is gunna be hard." Inuyasha mummbled.

Miroku had watched it unfod before his very eyes. Another fight. And ding, ding, guess who won? Yep, the allmighty 'Sitter'. He shook his and inwardly sighed. If those two made it to marriage and beyond the first night without a fight, Miroku would stop his letcherous ways. But, until hell froze over, he was still as hentai as ever.

With Kagome off in the woods, and dog boy on her heels, Miroku found that he had nothing better to do than to revert back to his lecherous ways. He couldn't explain it to someone if they asked why he acted the way he did. He just did. It's kinda like those retorical questions that answer themsleves; what colour is grass?, do trees have bark?, why do we eat?, where do babies come from? Well, not so much the last one. But, in all its truth, Miroku is the way he is because's he male. That's all there is to it.

And so, with no care in the world, he again groped Sango's butt. And she again slapped him, calling him a hentai while he rubbed his cheek and wondered what that was for. It seemed that, anymore, Miroku's 'habit' was not a 'habit' at all but more of an unconcious doing of some other being. He was truely possessed.

"I don't know why you keep doing that, monk." Shippo pipped in, shaking his head as though Miroku were the child and he was the scolding father. "You know what happens. Someday, Sango's just gunna leave and you won't have anyone to look after you. Come to thing of it, the same things gunna happen to Inuyasha if he doesn't get his act together."

Shippo, as well as the others, had a front row seat to the recent lover's brawl. If it wasn't for the fact that Inuyasha needed her, and on more terms than one, Shippo was sure that Kagome would leave and they wouldn't hear a thing from her. But, thankfully, that wasn't the way it was. Kagome would be mad for a while, maybe take a week off, making poor hanyou boy go and get her. It was a system, and only three times has that system ever been broken, but that's a whole different story for a whole different time.

And, even though a day passed and not a hair seen from either inu boy or the 'Sitter', Shippo was confident that that system still wouldn't be broken. It was a matter of the jewel shard, to tell anyone the truth. Without Kagome, Inuyasha wouldn't be able to find even a single jewel shard, so says experiance. In fact, Inuyasha would not be able to function properly without Kagome by his side to keep him in order.

Miroku thought the same. He had spent endless hours, when he wasn't with the ladies of course, observing the ever growing relationship between inu boy and the 'Sitter'. It had started out, as do most relationships, with trying to figure out if the other likes you. That was the hardest, because someone had to own up and eventually just give in for anything to go beyond that point. And then, also with most relationships, come's the dreaded past lovers.

'I suppose that in their case, Kikyou is only slightly dreaded when it comes to Kagome's side of the story. But, that is to be expected.' Miroku thought. 'They are both the same person, just different bodies, different characters in this world. They are so different, but in the end it comes down to the fact that Kagome is Kikyou's reincarnation. This is going to be hard. Very, very hard.'

Kagome had walked, quite aimlessly to be exact, for at least two hours. At first, she had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she was thuroughly pissed at Inuyasha.Now, however, she had a good sense about where she was. If she headed north for another ten minutes, she would reach a small alcove. It wasn't the hot spring that she was used to, but anything would do to cool her mind down a bit.

She didn't even know why exactly she was mad at him. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to it, after traveling with him for about three years, she had figured Inuyasha out almost to the core. She knew he didn't mean it. It just came out. Due to years of mental and emotional hurt, yelling seemed to be the only way he could get anything across to someone. He had to be rough in order to survive in a world that didn't want him.

How must that feel? Thinking that no one wants you just because you look different. Having to go through life with only yourself as a support system. With only yourself as a very negative support system. Wanting what you can't have and knowing that, so when you get it it hurts so deeply when it's gone that death is better than the pain? Or having something and not knowing how to deal with it, then dealing with it all wrong and regretting everything that you ever did only to have that something special leave.

'Is this how Inuyasha feels when I leave him?' Kagome thought, grief striken already.

It wasn't as if she was trying to be purposely harmful to him, she hoped that he realized this. She was just so stressed out over everything, she didn't know how to deal with his remarks or his attitude. With this being her senior year of high school, the last semester too, and test piling up here and there, she felt as if she had no time. She was barely passing, with a little below average as her best. Two of her very best friends were on the honor society. Her mother and ji-chan were running out of excusses, and now she had an angry hanyou to deal with.

How was she going to survive?

She shrugged it off, having reached her destination.

The water looked warm, it sure wasn't crystal clear. The alcove, in all, wasn't bigger than an average sized private put-together-yourself pool. But it was nice. Surrounded on all sides but one by trees, and a huge rock jutting out from the lakes entrance into the alcove, it provided the perfect place to bathe in peace. No letcherous monk, no overly-concerned about every scream hanyou. Just Kagome, and no one else.

Even though she felt safe, she still stripped as soon as possible. Because she had brought no other clothes with her, she couldn't dare risk wet panties. So they lie on the shore with her other garments. It felt nice to have the semi-warm surround her from all sides, eveloping her in their calm. She dove under the water, grabbing a rock from the bottom and began to scrub herself. Though it wasn't as effective as soap, it still felt refreshing. After she had taken care of her hair, she let herself relax, knowing this silence wasn't going to last long.

With a heavy sigh, she pulled herself from the water, dressing as fast as she had stripped. She hated the way the clothes clung to her wet skin.

"Now to find Inuyasha." She said out loud, walking back the way she had come.

"MIROKU! I swear, if you do it AGAIN, you'll wish for death!" Sango yelled, fire rising in her eyes.

"But, my dear Sango ... " Miroku pleaded.

"Don't you 'dear Sango' me. I warned you before and I have no intention of warning you again."

Shippo had had so much of their constant bickering over the last several hours, that he resorted to simply putting his hands over his ears and walking in a little circle singing 'Twinkle, Twinkle'. He was stopped right in the middle of singing the second verse when a very agrevated voice got all of their attention.

"Allright! That's enough, you baka's!" Inuyasha yelled. "I can't believe it, gone for half a day and look at 'ya. Bunch of animals."

"What's that, Inuyasha?" Shippo asked, jumping up on his shoulder to get a better look at the contents in the blanket. "Food?"

"Sure! Why the hell not!?"

"It's a baby." Shippo's eyes became so wide that for a minute Inuyasha feared that they would pop out of his head. "Where'd you get a baby?"

"Yes, Inuyasha, do tell?" Miroku had walked up to stand at his right, peering down at the babe with those all knowing eyes of his.

"Inuyasha?" Sango questioned from his left.

"Found 'em." Inuyasha shrugged.

"You just found him? All alone?" Miroku asked. He reached out, gently stroking the childs cheek.

"Yeah."

"Where?" Sango asked. "Was he by a village?"

"I found him in the woods. Just laying there."

"Did you find Kagome?" Shippo asked, still perched on his shoulder, toying with a fuzzy article by the babe's face.

"No. I didn't have time. I found him and came straight back here."

"Why did you bring him here?"

"What else was I suppost to do? Just leave him. Great idea, Shippo!"

"He has a good point, Shippo." Miroku said. "It would have been very cruel to have just left this adorable little thing out in the wood all by it's loansome."

"All I meant was, aren't we going to be in big trouble if the parents find us?"

"He dosen't have any parents, Shippo." Inuyasha said. He shifted the babe higher up, pulling down the blanket to see his face better.

"How do you know that?" Sango asked.

"Ain't it kinda obvious. You should know who he his just by looking at him."

The group got closer, trying to see just what it was that Inuyasha saw in the young babe. All they could make out was a small dot on his forehead and two lines starting at his ear and running to his cheek.

"Oh, Kami." Miroku said.

"This is different." Sango nodded her head.

"I still don't get it." Shippo shrugged.

"You dwit." Inuyasha flicked him on the forehead. "It's my brother."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Sango had taken over temporary mother of the babe. She did seem to be the best bet by all standards. One, she was female. Two, she had delt with a younger sibling before. And three, she just seemed to be the best bet overall. Males don't make good caretakers without a lot of help.

She had the infant proped up on her legs while she played with it's toes. To everyone's amazement, the babe had no clothes on, so they had to make due and try not to expose him. So far it was working. He didn't seem to mind her and would often giggle if she tiggled or blew on his toes or legs. It seemed hard for everyone to believe that this was the same Sesshomaru that never showed a smile, never tried to be happy in any way at all.

It was well after dark by the time Kagome had made it back and by that time the babe was so worked up over crying that he was beginning to turn blue. Try as they might, the group could not seem to calm him down.

"Make it stop!" Inuyasha roared.

"I highly doubt that is going to help, Inuyasha." Miroku informed him, a bit of an egde to his voice. He was currently jingling his staff infront of the infants face.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star ... " Shippo yelled for the fifth time, though no one seemed to be able to hear him.

"What is going on?" Kagome asked.

"Oh, thank Kami!" Inuyasha sighed. "He won't shut up."

Kagome looked to the direction that he was pointing, surprised to see a tiny, very blue, infant. He sure had a set of lungs on him. But where would they have gotten an infant? Especially a demon child; one that had a very familiar aura about him.

"Make it stop!" Inuyasha moaned, covering his ears. He had a look upon his face as if he was in pain.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome scolded. She walked over to the babe, holding out her arms to take the babe. Sango didn't fight, glad that the child was not in her hands anymore.

Kagome gently began to stroke the childs cheek, pulling him close so that he was snugg against her body. This calmed the babe, for no longer did he cry. Although, his face was contorted in pain and a few whimpers would escape him ever now and then. "That's better." Kagome cooed. "I bet your hungry, huh?"

"How in the hell?" Inuyasha asked, stepping up to stand by Kagome and look down upon the now asleep babe. "We tried everything."

"He was just tired, that's all."

"Yeah, but if their tired, don't they usually shut up?"

"When babies can't get what they want, they cry. It's their way of telling us things."

"Yeah, well, I don't speak annoying." He grumbled.

"Sure 'ya do. Everyday." Shippo said, lighty jumping up on Kagome's shoulder so he wouldn't wake the child. "So cute."

"I should hit you."

"Inuyasha!" Kagome scolded.

"What?"

Kagome just rolled her eyes. Sometimes she didn't know why she stayed around. He was such a jerk sometimes. He made Shippo look like the adult.

"So this ... " Kagome didn't know how to ask.

"Is my brother."

"Really?!"

"Yep."

"But how?"

"You tell me. I just found him. Figured it'd be too mean to just leave him all alone. So, like the baka I am, I brought him here. I thought maybe you would know what to do."

"I'll have to go home to get a few things. Here," Kagome handed the babe to Inuyasha. Inuyasha's face instantly soured. "Be nice. I'll be back in a bit."

A.N. : This is the first fanfiction I've ever posted but I don't want you to be overly nice, just don't be rude. I'd like to hear what you actually think. Be a critic. I should update once a week. Thanks.