Present Day
"Kagome."
"Yuki."
"Kagome."
The couple stood in the soft light of the front door. They kissed. Yuki ran his hands behind her back pulling Kagome closer as the kiss deepened. They both stepped closer, as if their bodies could not stand the space between them. Yuki began to slowly run his hands down Kagome's back until he got to the end of her blouse. He was inching up the blouse when he felt Kagome stiffen. He pulled back when Kagome sucked in a deep breath.
"Kagome?"
Yuki thought he had heard her say something. He looked at her and was startled when he noticed her pale complexion.
I can't have been that bad, he thought. He gently grabbed her by her shoulders when he couldn't get her to respond after he called her name for the second time.
"Kagome?"
Yuki was getting a little worried. She didn't stop kissing me because of me, something is wrong. What is she mumbling? I can't catch what she is saying. Yuki ran his hands through his hair distractedly. He looked at her and decided to try a different approach.
"Kagome!" he called to her as he grabbed her by her cheeks and pulled her face up to his. He looked into her eyes until they began to focus again.
Kagome shook her head as if in a daze and saw that Yuki was looking straight into her eyes.
"Shippo." She whispered. Kagome said it once more.
"Shippo?" Yuki asked. He looked at her for an answer. Is that even a word? He continued to hold her face between his hands.
Kagome stood up straighter and slowly started to pull away from Yuki's hands.
"Something's wrong. I can feel it. I…" she started to walk towards the Goshinboku. The whole time she held her hand clutched to her chest mumbling. "I need to go. I need to get to him. It's open. I can feel it. It's open again."
Yuki ran after her because she was walking so fast. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around.
"What's going on?" He asked. " What is Shippo? Is that the he you're talking about?" Yuki was starting to get a little angry. They were on a date, the evening was ending so well and she starts talking about another man. He looks at her waiting for an explanation. What he got made his jaw drop.
"He's my son."
