cIt was a warm, calm night when the winds shifted. It had been a little of a year since the defeat of Naraku, and still, the group didn't trust the calm, it was if they were waiting, always waiting, always being on alert for a storm to brew.
"This is boring," Inuyasha said, sitting on a branch of a tree, fishing with a stick from the same tree.
Miroku stood near the pond and eyed his friend. One rule they had- was never to complain of boredom "Now you know that saying invites trouble Inuyasha,"
"K, yeah whatever,"
"Would you rather be fighting?"
Inuyasha shifted a little "Yeah,"
It was honest; domesticated life was not sitting well with him. Miroku however, was quite content with life. His curse was lifted, his wife was pregnant, and none of them had to say goodbye to Kagome. Miroku looked back at the hut that held two women.
Crickets sang their song as the water rippled with fish trying to seal bait without getting caught when the wind shifted.
Both men looked up.
"You feel that?" Inuyasha asked,
"Yes," Miroku said in a serious tone, "Think we should investigate?" He asked looking at Inuyasha,
"Hell yeah," He jumped down, tossing his human-made pole.
Of course, what greeted them was less than the excitement Inuyasha was hoping for.
"Try not to look so thrilled Inuyasha," Miroku poked,
A demonic female caused the shift in the wind.
"Just remember your married," Inuyasha shot back,
Never the less Miroku moved first to greet the rather beautiful woman "How can we help you?" He asked as the woman stumbled closer.
"Somethings off," Inuyasha stated coming to stand closer "Shes weak,"
The woman stumbled, and Miokru caught her "Woah,"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes, "A little out of the way, and you?" He sniffed, and his eyes grew concerned "Sesshomaru,"
"A Miko," The woman managed to get out "I seek the strongest of Miko's I was told her was here,"
"Kikyo isn't here," Inuyasha snapped; it was a sore subject. Kikyo was alive but took it upon herself to disappear after the defeat of Naraku. Inuyasha was pretty sure she was waiting on him to find her, but he felt obligated to Kagome now, which was another subject all on its own.
The woman shook her head "No, not her the other, the better,"
"Do you mean Kagome?" Miroku asked, helping the woman to stand. That's when both men noticed where her hand was clutched.
This woman was pregnant, early stages and it made Inuyasha stumbled back "No way,"
Miroku looked at him, "What?"
"You dont know?" He asked Miroku, making the monk look back. The woman grabbed his hand a placed it on her belly, it made him blush, but soon it faded as he felt it. Miroku looked at Inuyasha. "It's Sesshomaru's!"
"I need the Miko, please!"
Suddenly an ominous feeling settled over both men. "This is bad," Inuyasha looking around "Does he know you are here?"
She shook her head, "No, but it won't take him long to notice!"
"Has he harmed you?" Miokru asked concerned,
"No, nothing like that,
Inuyasha crossed his arms "I dont smell a mating mark,"
"That's because I am not his mate,"
Inuyasha and Miroku looked at each other again, both debating on her request.
"Please, I need the powerful Miko who resides here!"
Miroku decided to take a chance "Do you mean Kagome,"
"Yes, her!"
Inuyasha didn't like the sound of this,
"What do you need with her?"
Her eyes met his "I need her help,"
"How do I know this isn't some kind of trick!" Inuyasha was sick of tricks for one lifetime.
The woman doubled over in pain,
"Inuyasha," Miroku scolded "This woman is sick,"
"This woman is a demon and holding Sesshomaru's spawn!"
It wasn't adding up.
The woman went to the ground "Please, it's the babies only hope,"
Both men stalled, but it didn't matter anyway. In the hut, Sango was brushing Kagome's hair when suddenly a feeling came over Kagome. Deep down, it made her gasp "Sango,"
"Kagome?" She stopped brushing,
Kagome looked at the door "Somethings wrong," Kagome stood and walked to the hut door and moved the flap and looked out at the calm yet beautiful night.
"Kagome?"
"Somethings calling to me I can feel it," But it was an odd feeling, almost as if something was suddenly pulling on her soul.
"Kikyo?" Sango hated to ask,
"No," Kagome whispered, the pull that was Kikyo was cold and hurtful, this pull was more of a call, calling to her very soul, at least what was left of it.