Hey guys. This chapter was probably one of the hardest to write in the story, sorry for the late update but this one took a lot out of me, I can't say how many more chapters can be expected for this story, but I do want to finish it soon. This story has been around for a while, so I'm looking forward to finishing it. Anyhow, enjoy the chapter.

The Odds Of That Are.... You Know What? Screw the Odds.

A thin blanket of white flurries crunched beneath Inuyasha's feet outside of the Takahashi mansion. A little over two months had flown by and they were entering the first week of December.

The annual winter field trip to Nagasaki was approaching in another week, and Inuyasha was seeing that everything needed would be taken care of.

He reached his Ferrari, and lazily wiped a thin layer of snow off his windshield. Sighing, because he hated cold weather yet enjoyed the early days of the last month of the year because his birthday was only a few days away.

He pulled out the monstrous driveway and started to head for the school, for last minute fees for the field trip.

The song 'Body Language' came from Inuyasha's pocket, and he pulled out his phone, with Kagome's picture and number flashing on the screen.

"Took you long enough to call back, Kagome."

This earned him a scoff followed by a fit of coughing. "Inuyasha, you're not the one who's been throwing up all day, I caught some kind of flu."

He blatantly ran a red light. "Eww."

"You should be here, taking care of me."

He chuckled. "No thanks, I don't want to catch whatever human virus you have."

She coughed to clear her throat and groaned. "You'll only catch half of it..."

"Doubt it."

"I though hanyous don't get sick."

"Correction, hanyous don't want to get sick."

She laughed weakly. "Well, I'm definitely not going on trip...."

"I suppose I'll have to find a new girlfriend for a week."

No laughing. "Not funny."

"I'm joking, I'll see you later."

Click.

Hours later, Inuyasha entered the Higurashi main house, getting a stern look from Kagome's mother for not knocking.

"Good afternoon, Miss Higurashi."

"Inuyasha."

He figured that was as much as he was going to get out of her. Kagome lumbered down the steps in a green T-shirt and jeans, her face looking extremely pale, and her scent clouded over with sickness.

"Inuyasha," She said, walking over to him, and laying her head on his chest.

"Sheesh, you really are sick. And, uh, you kinda smell."

She lightly smacked him, and he smirked. "So, the trip next week, me, Sango, Miroku, and Shippo are gonna be in a group."

Miss Higurashi sighed and walked out the room, and Kagome smiled. "I'll be nursing this flue while you're off staring at some ski chick."

"Well, they do have nice thighs."

"Whatever."

"You're too sensitive. You sure your flu won't be gone by next week?"

She shook her head. "I've had it for almost two weeks."

He leaned his face closer to hers, and licked her cheek. She chuckled, "I don't think doggy spit will work this time, Inuyasha."

He kept licking. "Nonsense."

She gave him a peck on the cheek. "Back up, you might get sick."

He grabbed her head and pulled her face closer to his. "I got a good immune system," He said, pecking her on the lips.

She smiled, then her eyes bulged and her unusually pale flesh took on a sickly green color. Quickly, she pushed him away, and darted upstairs.

He sweat-dropped as the smell of vomit became clear to him.

He could tell that Kagome was going to have a terrible week.

Sango tapped Inuyasha while they waited in the lunch line. The smell of rotting mystery meat becoming less and less of a mystery to everyone.

He turned his head slightly. "Yeah?"

"Have you seen Kagome?"

"She went home during third hour. She threw up in the middle of class."

She sighed. Although her and Kagome never really acted as if they were the most compassionate friends towards each other, the girl still was her lifetime best friend. Kagome's extensive sickness nagged at the back of her mind each day Kagome was out sick, at home puking.

The hanyou completely turned around. He offered a small smile, but she could see the worry on his face, the disheveled look to him that screamed he hadn't slept well, lately. His silver hair was flat, and didn't shine the way most of his fan girls loved. It had turned a boring, slack white color lately.

"She'll be alright, I'm sure," Inuyasha winced, because he was somewhat reassuring himself also, as he said this. But he was starting to wonder, it was going on three weeks now that Kagome had this flu.

"She's never had more than a cold her entire life."

That was alarming, but Inuyasha attempts to brush it off. "Maybe there's a bug going around."

Seemed likely since it was practically dead winter, but, "No one else has caught anything."

Inuyasha sighed exasperatedly. "Have a little bit of faith, will you? It'll work out." He said, grabbing a few bits of mystery meat, and walking off, not wanting Sango to voice any more fears of his. But as he sat down and frowned, the thought occurred to him, I have little faith myself nowadays.

Miss Higurashi winced at the sound of violent retching that came floating downstairs from the upstairs bathroom.

Kagome's illness was becoming a main worry of hers, lately. No flu should last practically three weeks. The thought crossed her mind that the illness could be worse than they originally thought. It had gotten so bad that when she tried to feed her, she got a good whiff of the food and bolted for the stairs.

She wasn't even hanging around Inuyasha. Although his visits were one of the three things in life that Miss Higurashi despised before commitment and after the fear of being flushed down the toilet one day, shortly after using it.

She sighed, and straightened up in the chair she had been resting in. She stood up and the possibilities attacked her.

Was it something fatal? A serious disease? She shook her head. Not likely. However, at this point the illness was something to be very concerned about.

On top of that, Miss Higurashi was going on a business trip this weekend, leaving Kagome to care for herself, although she hadn't been much help to the girl besides forcing medicine down her throat.

A few days later, Inuyasha stood in front of the huge party pus that would be taking them to Nagasaki to ski, snowboard, and undoubtedly get injured.

Miroku shuffles our near the distressed hanyou. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About Kagome?"

"That long-ass illness is unnatural."

Miroku chuckled. "Yeah, when she tried to come to school last week, she threw up in first hour."

"I heard."

"You know, you can't really enjoy yourself, if you keep worrying over how she's doing."

Inuyasha sighed. "Maybe she'll get better after I come back?"

"Doesn't seem likely."

Another sigh. Miroku had a point. He clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder, "Tell Kaede to send my refund in the mail."

Kagome groaned as another stream of vomit was emptied into the toilet. She coughed and slumped against the toilet, body touching the cold tile of the floor. She knew that her illness had been around too long.

Her abdomen ached from the constant heaving, her skin was a scary pale, and her hair had gone limp and flat. She was home by herself for the weekend, her mother having gone on a business trip.

But, the constant ache in her abs was unbearable. It was terrible. Like cramps, she thought to herself.

That's when something clicked. She listed the factors on her fingers. She hadn't had a period for a while. All she could do was vomit for three weeks. The smell of food brought on an instant wave of nausea.

He could never give you children, Kagome.

Her mother was right, wasn't she? Hybrids couldn't reproduce...... could they?

She rose to her feet slowly and inched her way out the door.

Half an hour later, Kagome held a home pregnancy test in her hand. The instructions on the book read that if the dot turned blue, she'd be pregnant. She shuddered. If it turned pink, then she was safe.

She slumped against the wall, waiting for the test to turn a color.

She could faintly hear someone calling her name, she figured she could also be imagining it, but it seemed as if the colors started to mix, the white tile of the floor, the redo f the shower curtains, her head finally bounced against the wall. Her breathing quickened when her brown eyes landed on the blue hue of the stick again, and her eyes slid to the back of her head, and she had a split second to feel annoyed about the constant calling of her name......

"Kagome!"

Well, I said this one was a struggle for me, the next one will be better. Don't know what the next chapter is called yet.......

With that said, Sayonara!