Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Final Fantasy (any of the titles), that right belongs to the game developers, Artist, storyboard writers and Sony/Square soft!

Author's Notes: I am stating this now, here is who Kagome will not be paired with. President Shinra, Hojo, Heidgarr, Veld, Vincent Valentine, Palmer, Reeves, Genesis, Angeal or Sesshomaru (I meach Fucking really, he is in another world!). As of right now those are the only ones I am able to list. And still have no idea of the end pairing. So if you do not like that, I politely ask you toturn around and leave now. Because I don't see the point in you wasting your time and mine.

Author's Notes 2: This chapter is dedicated to the amazing BrandyPandyxxx, who is an avid Inuyasha lover. And pairs Kagome with Sesshomaru expertly. Really, you all should go check her out. Because the base concept of the idea used to do what was done in this chapter, originally belonged to her.


Month 3, Week 2, Day 7

Hojo's house, a week later

"How is she doing? Is she awake and responsive yet?"

At the questions, Hojo just snorted derisively. He was stressed beyond belief. Kagome had come out of the medical exam without anything against her. Not that the staff hadn't been curious as to how she didn't have Mako poisoning from being kept in the tank for an extended period of time. And what little she had been awake, she'd only stared blankly at nothing. Even when he touched her, allowing Jenova to take control, there was no response from her Reiki.

It was very disconcerting to see the bubbly girl lifeless. Making his lab seem duller and boring. Causing him to realize that in the short few months she had been his assistant, he had come to rely on her. And now that she was not there, things were notably different than before. It was irking him differently as he was a creature of habits. The change was not always a good thing in his book, even if he was a scientist, and that was what most sciences were about.

"No, she sits up, eats, and bathes. But only if I push her to do so. Otherwise, she just stares blankly into space," Hojo said, not hiding the worry he felt for the girl.

The looks he received were more than enough to tell him that they understood. Of course, in the last seven days, Vincent and Tseng had been at his house every night. Each had tried to talk to Kagome the first few days she'd been there. Because he had flat out refused to leave her in the hands of ShinRa's medical team for more than a night. He'd even gone so far as to sit by her bedside all night long. Scaring off almost everyone. Including his esteemed employer.

Closing his eyes, Hojo felt the familiar sting of Reiki burning across his skin, mixed with something else, just before an explosion rocked his townhouse. Eyes wide, moving before the house quit shaking, he was up the stair and throwing the door to Kagome's room open and letting the acrid smoke billow out while trying to get a sense of what the hell had happened. Because if anyone just tried to kidnap his assistant, he'd kill them. Even if they worked for the President of ShinRa Corp.


Her mind was in a haze. She could see and hear everything around her. But she was numb, if not almost dead on the inside. Even the Tama's couldn't reach her. The pain in her heart was like a cold stone, settling in for the long haul. Shippo, her baby, her adopted son, was dead. Shippo had died protecting her family line no less, and making guilt encase her heart even further because it was her fault.

"You know that is not true," Saki MiTama said in the back of her mind.

Not responding as she lay there, staring at the ceiling.

"Dammit Kagome, pull your head out of your ass and think," Ara MiTama snapped at her.

The way the yell echoed in her head had her flinching and closing her eyes and letting out a small sigh to make her now tense body relax. What did they want from her? She wanted to grieve and bear the weight of her grief. Wasn't that what a mother did when they lost a child?

"Uh... Kagome... What if you could... and Sesshomaru... they all... what you recalled," Nigi MiTama mumbled.

Her mind seemed to hone in on those words. She was trying to figure out what Ara MiTama was indicating as the other MiTama's became oddly silent after his words. Slowly her brain began to process what was said — making her eyes go wide as she pushed herself to sit up physically.

"Now, Kagome-girl, don't do anything rash," Kusi said, their voice almost fearful.

With an effort, she got her feet on the floor and stumbled to where her bag was. Kneeling, Kagome began to rummage through it. The task took a bit of time because what she wanted was buried at the very bottom. Wrapping her hand around it, she pulled it from the depth and inspected it. Smiling when through the tines of the comb were a few red strands of hair.

It could work. It very well could work if Kagome did it just right. Giving a dry laugh as she forced her body to stand up and move to the full-length oval mirror that Hojo had placed in her room. Using it to brace herself upright, Kagome looked at herself in the mirror, narrowing her blue orbs as she called upon both her Reiki and the Youki that Sesshoumaru gave her. She was keeping them separated by sheer will.

The way one eye glowed Lilac, the other a brilliant acid green, made her smile at herself as she willed her body to shift until she looked like a male. She was lifting her thumb to her mouth, grimacing as she bit into the callused pad, drawing blood. Kagome drew old symbols that she knew, yet didn't at the same time, around the outside edge of the mirror — allowing only the Reiki to seep into her blood.

Once it was finished, she tried to catch her breath. The control it took to keep both active powers from clashing in her body while actively using them was strenuous. But she didn't care. Slowly she forced the Mako her body absorbed to coat her thumb; she pulled those few strands of hair from the comb. She was dropping it once she didn't need it as she let them soak in the Mako. Then she pressed it to the mirror, allowing her Reiki to flow into it. Activating the spell she just wrote on the mirror.

Then in a low voice, intoned the spell, "That which has been cast from its shell. That which needs a home, I call you. I give you the house you crave. To make my flesh, blood, and power, make it into a temple fit for you!"

The thrumming of both her Reiki and Youki as she looked at her male image in the mirror as she felt her body revert to her female form. Though, her image didn't change with her. No, the changes that occurred in her image were astounding. Her hair straightened, eyes were brown with green flecks. A magenta crescent moon on the forehead, while pale green lined the top and bottom lids of the eyes. The features became sharper as the lips thinned.

When the thrumming built to a crescendo, she felt a familiar aura just as it slipped past the glowing runes into the mirror — causing those brown eyes to glow a brilliant Jade for but a few seconds as the two colors mixed. Then a loud inhuman snarl made her ears hurt as the world exploded around her. They were forcing her body to the hardwood floors, as a foul-smelling smoke covered her vision. As the sounds of the floor being scratched were barely heard above her ringing ears.


He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was Kagome on the floor before the full-length mirror, which was now black and smoking. But that was not what had him worried, horrified, and angry. No, that would be due to the long black haired person, who was most definitely naked, kneeling over her and growling like some feral animal.

Stepping cautiously into the room, Hojo was brought to a halt as the person lifted their head, baring their teeth and tensed. The fact that this person looked a lot like Kagome did when she was mimicking a man, thus looking like Tseng, had him narrowing his eyes as he motioned for both Vincent and Tseng to not move.

"Kagome? Are you alright, Kagome?" he asked her, making his voice louder just in case she was having issues hearing.

When he noted that she didn't respond, he hedged just a few inches further into the room. Seeing that her eyes were open, but once more blank as they stared directly up. Worry was coursing through him. He could still feel the Reiki and that other energy in the room. It was thick and hung heavy in the air, and around this new person.

"Hojo?" Vincent called him.

He was giving a small shake of his head. He didn't want that person, or thing as Jenova was screeching in his head, to harm Kagome. And as of right that second he was pretty damned sure that naked person wouldn't hesitate to rip her throat out. The way those eyes glowed a mix of brown and green at him (when he darted his eyes up) as they seemed to bore holes into her person. Only to have that person, as well as himself, start as a sob broke the tension in the room.


She couldn't believe what she was seeing. There above her looking down at her was herself, which means that she had succeeded. Or in part did, because the male version of herself was breathing and growling above her. Causing her instincts to keep her still, as she reached out with her senses. It was there, confused and angry, but it was there.

Finally, after the male version of herself looked away, Kagome knew what needed to be done. Unable to stop it, she sobbed aloud as she raised her hands. She was cupping the face that was now looking back down at her. The way those brown-green eyes narrowed then widened in recognition had Kagome crying fresh tears as she pulled that face down, resting its forehead against her own.

"It is alright. I am here. No one is going to harm you or me," Kagome whispered over and over like a mantra.

Slowly she felt the tension and aggression seep from the body above her. When she thought it was safe enough, she let them go and pushed on them to move their body and sit up. Only to have hands grab and pull her up into a sitting position as well, being crushed to a very bare chest. Realizing that there was a very naked man on her, Kagome did the only thing she could think of as the person rubbed their cheek against the top of her head, she screamed.


He was confused, disoriented. There had been nothing but black for so long. Then he was being flung or pulled through the void until his vision was obscured by the sudden flare of light and colors. Next thing he knew, he was passing through something solid, leaving him trapped. Anger boiled up inside him as he pushed against his prison and the person who had put him there.

Not caring if the person was hurt as he burst from it, he took them down and growled threateningly. At that moment, the door to the strange, colorful room he was in burst open. Revealing three others, all-male from the look and smell as he looked at them. Again growling a warning as he felt something brush against his aura. Something very, very familiar, and hadn't been felt for thirty plus years.

Looking down, he saw he was staring into a face that he knew all too well-making emotions well up in him. As his face was brought down, their foreheads rested against each other. Feelings that he thought long gone. Just to have them cry happily as he was pushed back, making him sit up. Not wanting any distance between them, he dragged them up and held them against his new body.

A second had passed before a sharp; ear splitting scream was coming from the person he held to him. Looking down, he saw the very red face of the person he called mother. Who was still screaming and beating at his chest, telling him he needed to put clothing on and to get off her? Shock and horror at what was being said, he let her go and stood up, only to hear her bellow and pain explode through his nether region.

Not wanting to crush her, he let his body tip to the side as he curled up into a small ball. Even with the pain, he smiled at the petite form of the woman who adopted him.

"Hi, Kagome-mama!" he said through gritted teeth.


As the scene unfolded before him, he just watched. It was like something out of a comedy movie. And it was happening right before him, in his guest room. Though he grunted when he saw Kagome deliver a solid smack to the now apparent male's groin after he stood up at her behest. The fact that he was hit was amusing since he put his genitalia in her face, even if it was not on purpose.

But the moment the male spoke in a rich baritone voice, giving a greeting as he called her by her name and saying mama, had Hojo perplexed. He knew Kagome had never been with a single person, so she didn't have a child. Meaning that there was a critical piece of information that he was missing, one he would get before anything else happened.

Giving a small annoyed sighed at how much more complicated this whole thing became, Hojo removed his sweater. Tossing it to the male who was still curled on the ground, grinning ear to ear like a fool.

"Put that on, boy. And Kagome, care to explain what happened here? And who is that naked young man?" he asked.

The soft grunts from the two behind him, clearly agreeing.


She was stiffening at the sound of Hojo's voice. She knew that she could not get out of this one. There had to be an explanation, a good one. Slowly turning at her waist from where she sat on the floor, she gave him a sheepish grin as a low growl came from beside her. Knowing that it was a warning, she reached out and pinched the bare leg that was nearest to her, eliciting a yelp.

With a nervous laugh, she let her shoulder slump as she stared speaking. "He is me, and I am him. You can take blood samples Hojo; he is the equivalent of my twin. But from what I have already told you... all of you... the soul that is now housed in that body is the reason that I have... been... a little bit... melancholy for the last week. In my, no our, old-world he died. So, using an untested, ancient spell. Heavily modified, I uh... brought that soul here and put it into a male version of myself. And before you ask, No! Hell! Fuck! No! Will I be able to reproduce that spell again."

The soft whimper from her male alter ego, as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Kagome opened her arms again and allowed him to nestle against her chest. She was running her hands through the ebony locks that were straight and way to silky smooth — feeling as her Reiki jumped under the skin at the contact with the Youki that was just under his. It was comforting to her to smell that odd woodsy scent mixed with ozone after a lightning strike again. It was Shippo, alright.

Her blue eyes were trained on the three men before her, pinning them with a hard glare. Silently she dared them to anger her by telling her she had to get rid of shippo. Her mind suddenly recalled what he told her his wish was. That he always wanted to be with her.

Mentally she sighed, "Oh, this is a good thing. I am happy to have my son back!"

A quiet snicker echoed in the back of her head before her mouth dropped open as she looked with wide eyes down at Shippo, who was grinning mischievously up at her. She could hear him in her mind. They were linked even more profoundly. At that thought, she lifted her head to look at Hojo, smiling darkly, and looking at him in an I-Have-Won! Manner. She was making him take a step back. Yes, this was going to work out perfectly for her soon.

TBC!