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Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill or Inuyasha or anything related to either of them.
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Lei non Deve Parlare, Sento Chapter 5-Your Sight
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On the other side of the world, just as the sun was setting on the second day since Kagome had fled Japan, Sesshomaru stood by a window solemnly. Not a word passed his lips, nor did he move as he contemplated the events of the evening they had spent together.
He was blank. There was absolutely no emotion for the situation. What should he feel for it? How could he be expected to? Though he had grown to accept the domination of humans in the past five centuries he had by no means forgotten their worthlessness. Their eternal inferiority to his dwindling kind. And then, just as his rage for a human girl (albeit a unique one) had reached his peak, he had done what he would have never expected himself to do.
He had not killed her; he hadn't given her that kind of injury. He had been moved to a sort of vengeful lust. Not only that, Sesshomaru realized not long after he'd graced her with that first moment of passion in the hall that he had been living with the feeling ever since she had escaped him by disappearing into the well.
One side of him considered it unbearable. It wasn't possible for him to try and refuse the fact that he had been the one to make the first move. He had been the one that had started it; she did not. Sesshomaru had given into an urge he had never before acknowledged, and even more shameful, it had been wonderful. Like release, having Kagome had been like satisfying a need he had felt for years. He had needed her.
But it wasn't a need that might be connected to joy or love. He had simply needed her. Sesshomaru couldn't determine the motivation for such a need clearly now, because his thoughts were subdued and confused. His original emotions from before the incident were lost for the moment.
Whatever had happened had happened, and it could not be undone now. Sesshomaru was almost glad she had left, though part of him wanted like hell to have her with him yet. If he could only be assured that she was not so affected by it as he was, he might feel less empty at least. His last resort then would be open to him; talking to her, perhaps even as an equal, if only to sort things out to a degree.
But she had left, and Sesshomaru was certain that anger would come to him eventually. He would find a reason to be angry with her, maybe even to pursue her to wherever she had gone. Even though he had begun the situation, and even though he had practically forced her into it all, even though he knew that she had to be in as chaotic a state as he was, even though he had pushed her under his power...he still felt that revenge would have to be sought. He would realize that, however, at another time.
Therefore for now, as an afterthought while he remained still and quiet by the window, he would not fulfill his original promise to her of destroying her family. As of the moment he was too withdrawn to care, and in the future he still might not follow through for a certain amount of time. Because in plots of revenge, secret weapons had to be used at appropriate times.
***
Kagome sifted through the threadbare records patiently. It took a few minutes, but she soon found what she was looking for. Gingerly separating it from the rest, Kagome withdrew the record, placed it in a small bag, and put it on the counter.
"That will be twelve dollars please." She smiled kindly at her customer, a pleasant-looking elderly gentleman with silver-brown hair and smooth dark skin.
His eyes wrinkled at the edges as he returned her smile politely and handed the fee to her. "You have a very interesting accent," Kagome rang up the purchase on the cash register, "May I ask where you are from?"
"Oh," she said off-handedly, "Just someplace in Asia."
"Where in Asia?" He inquired curiously, "I might know it."
She became a little sly. He was obviously truly interested in wherever she was from, and he didn't appear to want to give up on the subject. So as Kagome reached across the counter to hand the old man his change and receipt, she said, "Laos."
He nodded, "Laos, it must be very beautiful there."
"Oh yes," Kagome told him sweetly.
"Well," he said as he accepted his record from her, "I must say your Spanish is very impressive Miss...?"
"Meyumi. Meyumi Tran. I was named for my mother. She was half Japanese. Have a good afternoon!"
"That's very interesting, and you too Miss Tran."
She waved him off, personally thinking about how increasingly easy it was becoming to lie to people. Though she usually stuck with a single story, the temptation to fool with people's minds had been present many times in her head when people asked about her accent.
Yes, it was finally becoming easier to live with the lies, and everything else for that matter. Kagome felt in a manner of uncertain peace that she might've finally left her life in Japan behind. She no longer dwelt on the fact that Sesshomaru still had the Shikon, or that she had been with him for one night. She had even hardened herself against the memories of her family. Although they still meant the world to her, she understood that being close to them would only bring them danger. And Kagome had even started to ignore Inuyasha's memory as well. Realizing that there was nothing she could do now for him, that the Tetsusaiga had been destroyed, that he had died so many years ago, even to her; and even though Sesshomaru still did indeed have the Shikon, he would not be able to eradicate the shards of purity that still swelled inside it. And he would not be able break that purity and use it for one purpose or another without her.
Puerto Rico was a beautiful place, and Kagome had peacefully settled in a rural town outside of Caguas about three weeks ago. It wasn't difficult to find work, because she had so many talents, like the ability to speak in several different languages. But in the end she had chosen a more discrete occupation. An occupation at all, in fact. She could have lived off of Sesshomaru's bank accounts forever, but she knew that would make her easier to trace, so she refrained and made herself more content by working nearly every day at a record store.
Life was nice; she had to admit she could become very used to it after a month or two. It was so quiet and uneventful, nothing like growing up in Tokyo. And though many people smoked where she was, the air was still very fresh and clean, and Kagome enjoyed the warm climate.
She lived in a little rented space in a nice house in town, and her landlord was very kind. In fact, everyone in the apartment house was kind to her, and at first it had made her a little suspicious because it was such a shock. Kagome enjoyed the location. Caguas was a short mile away, and she was planning on driving to the ocean one day. When she wanted to take a particularly long trip.
Kagome smiled as she filed a record pleasantly. One of her favorite Spanish songs was playing overhead, and she cheerfully sang along under her breath. "Malaguena salerosa y decirte nina hermosa..."
***
The sun had only just recently revealed itself on the horizon. Kagome was leaning on the rusty metal fence that surrounded her small balcony. The morning was cold, so she had wrapped a blanket around her shoulders to keep warm. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she was still in her pajamas. All in all, she appeared to be very comfortable and content. No one would have guessed at first glance that she had once felt such vengeful hate. Or still did...deep down.
She adjusted her shoulders and walked back into her apartment. It was time to take a shower, she would have to be at work in an hour to help the owner, Lilly, open up shop.
A strange uneasiness in her stomach stopped her in her tracks just as her hand was poised over the doorknob to the bathroom. It was a very strange, unnerving feeling. It wasn't emotional, not warning, not foreboding. Kagome felt for a moment that she was physically ill.
It passed in a relatively short amount of time, and she simply shrugged it off and entered the bathroom. As she stepped into the shower after stripping off her clothes, the feeling returned, and passed just as quickly. Remembering that she hadn't kept track of her cycle, she assumed that maybe she was starting up again, and made a mental note to stop at a drug store and buy some provisions for the occasion.
The little illness did not return all throughout the rest of her morning spent in her apartment. It didn't reoccur when she stepped outside and began walking to the record store, and it didn't come back even when she reached the store. In fact, as she was sweeping around the shelves and crates and counter, Kagome never once felt it again.
And then, it happened. Lilly started talking to her casually at her elbow as she was unlocking the door.
"It looks like it will be another hot day," she flipped the sign over, "I doubt if we will have many costumers in the heat. You can leave early if you'd like Meyumi."
Kagome smiled, "Thank you, but I really don't mind. The heat hasn't stopped people from coming in before anyway-" Her words were interrupted by a sudden shift in the state of her stomach. She dropped the record she was holding and it clattered to the ground noisily.
Lilly turned around, abandoning her keys in the slot on the door, "Meyumi? Are you okay?"
When Lilly had turned around she had seen Kagome looking very disturbed. Her skin was an unhealthy shade, and her eyes were wide and unfocused. After a long while, she raised her head to Lilly mutely, and then turned and bolted towards the back of the store. Lilly followed after her, concerned, and still asking her if she was all right.
Kagome ran into the small dingy bathroom they kept in the back and threw the door open. Lilly came in after her just in time to see Kagome hunched over the toilet, vomiting. "Oh my God," she chirped, "Meyumi, what's wrong?"
Kagome's shoulders still heaved and shuddered for a few minutes before she was able to lean back and look Lilly in the eye. She gathered a handful of paper in her hand and covered her mouth with it while she talked. "I'm so sorry Lilly," she whispered, "I don't think I feel very well today."
"No shit," Lilly said softly while she pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and jammed it into her mouth. "Why the hell didn't you stay home if you didn't feel well you crazy kid?" She was very sweet while she talked, intending no malice at all.
Kagome shook her head absently as Lilly knelt down by her side and began rubbing her back soothingly. "I guess I didn't think it would get this bad..."
Lilly lit her cigarette and ruffled Kagome's hair. Being twice her age and also a mother, she'd had experience with sick youths. "What do you think this is from?" She asked her quietly.
"I don't know," Kagome replied.
"Did you eat something you didn't like?"
Kagome shook her head again, "I don't think so...Just what I always have, nothing really different."
Lilly then seemed to hesitate, as if she had been considering saying something and then thought better of it. "Well," she finally said, "What a mystery. You'd better head home kid."
She nodded, "Thanks Lilly."
"Want me to come with you?"
"No, really, don't trouble yourself...I think I can make it."
"You sure?" Lilly pressed.
"Yeah," and then Kagome began to carefully get to her feet, staggering just a little.
Lilly helped her up, and got her things for her. Then she escorted her out the door and stood outside the shop watching her walk down the street for a while before turning back in and attending the counter.
Kagome walked apprehensively, very unsure of what was going on. This sickness, somehow it didn't feel right. Already she felt it wearing away, and that was very strange. She supposed it was normal to feel better after throwing up, but...
Just at that moment she passed a drug store and remembered her mission to buy some supplies. She walked in, confident that she would be able to make it without throwing up again, and wandered around looking for tampons. Eventually Kagome found them in a floral-pink isle. The cheery elevator music playing above couldn't have been more inappropriate for the moment of absolute horror she would feel in just a few seconds.
For as she reached to pull a kotex box off the shelf, her eyes, by mere chance, spotted something that turned everything upside down in an instant.
A pregnancy test kit.
Kagome's hand fell and she teetered backwards. It...that couldn't possibly be the reason for her illness. It couldn't be! Her whole body shook uncontrollably as her eyes grew wide with terror. And then she ran. She spun around and ran out of the store in a blur and started sprinting down the street.
Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder slowly. A thought struck her boldly. If she wasn't pregnant, than she should prove it to herself. To him. To everyone. Steeling herself for the moment of truth, she turned around and began stomping back towards the drugstore. Her hands were both clenched in fists at her sides.
Entering the store again with a look of steady determination, Kagome entered the same isle once again and snatched the pregnancy test kit off of the shelf. Then she marched to the counter and bought it.
Having purchased it, Kagome felt that the worst was over. Because now she was obligated to use it. Inescapable fate said that she was going to test herself, and then it was going to show her that she was not pregnant.
Kagome almost smiled, the thought was sort of comforting. This would be a little victory for her.
After walking confidently all the way home, Kagome barged into her apartment and immediately opened the kit. Quickly she read and followed the instructions, while standing in her underwear in her little bathroom with the door locked and closed. Then the box told her to wait for five minutes while the tab at the end of the small test rod would gradually turn one color or another. Red meant that she was not pregnant. Blue meant that she was.
Kagome didn't look at it the whole time, only at a wristwatch she held in a quivering hand while she sat on the edge of her bathtub. Every moment made her tense and more tense, and very soon she broke out in a little sweat.
When the five-minute mark came, she closed her eyes and reached out for the rod. When she knew it was in her grasp before her, she took a very deep breath and opened her eyes.
Blue.
"Oh my God..." The ground seemed to shake beneath her feet. Everything spun as the shock became so overpowering that it nearly caused her to feint. She took a very unstable step backwards and then reeled forwards and flung herself over the counter; her head was in her hands and her elbows propped up her upper torso. "Oh my God..."
She was pregnant. The emotion was almost indescribable. Uncertainty, total uncertainty at first. And then...something else came flooding into her chest; joy.
"I'm going to have a baby," she whispered softly to herself. Yes, it was true that Sesshomaru was the father. But in the end, it was her baby, not his. She was going to have a child; she was going to be a mother. Kagome smiled ecstatically. A baby! Her own, her most precious, a little infant to love and to be hers. A baby to take care of, a baby to look after.
Her own little, sweet, baby...It was all Kagome could possibly care about. Her tiny kid. She put a hand on her stomach affectionately and tears slipped out of her eyes.
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Onward, ho
Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill or Inuyasha or anything related to either of them.
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Lei non Deve Parlare, Sento Chapter 5-Your Sight
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On the other side of the world, just as the sun was setting on the second day since Kagome had fled Japan, Sesshomaru stood by a window solemnly. Not a word passed his lips, nor did he move as he contemplated the events of the evening they had spent together.
He was blank. There was absolutely no emotion for the situation. What should he feel for it? How could he be expected to? Though he had grown to accept the domination of humans in the past five centuries he had by no means forgotten their worthlessness. Their eternal inferiority to his dwindling kind. And then, just as his rage for a human girl (albeit a unique one) had reached his peak, he had done what he would have never expected himself to do.
He had not killed her; he hadn't given her that kind of injury. He had been moved to a sort of vengeful lust. Not only that, Sesshomaru realized not long after he'd graced her with that first moment of passion in the hall that he had been living with the feeling ever since she had escaped him by disappearing into the well.
One side of him considered it unbearable. It wasn't possible for him to try and refuse the fact that he had been the one to make the first move. He had been the one that had started it; she did not. Sesshomaru had given into an urge he had never before acknowledged, and even more shameful, it had been wonderful. Like release, having Kagome had been like satisfying a need he had felt for years. He had needed her.
But it wasn't a need that might be connected to joy or love. He had simply needed her. Sesshomaru couldn't determine the motivation for such a need clearly now, because his thoughts were subdued and confused. His original emotions from before the incident were lost for the moment.
Whatever had happened had happened, and it could not be undone now. Sesshomaru was almost glad she had left, though part of him wanted like hell to have her with him yet. If he could only be assured that she was not so affected by it as he was, he might feel less empty at least. His last resort then would be open to him; talking to her, perhaps even as an equal, if only to sort things out to a degree.
But she had left, and Sesshomaru was certain that anger would come to him eventually. He would find a reason to be angry with her, maybe even to pursue her to wherever she had gone. Even though he had begun the situation, and even though he had practically forced her into it all, even though he knew that she had to be in as chaotic a state as he was, even though he had pushed her under his power...he still felt that revenge would have to be sought. He would realize that, however, at another time.
Therefore for now, as an afterthought while he remained still and quiet by the window, he would not fulfill his original promise to her of destroying her family. As of the moment he was too withdrawn to care, and in the future he still might not follow through for a certain amount of time. Because in plots of revenge, secret weapons had to be used at appropriate times.
***
Kagome sifted through the threadbare records patiently. It took a few minutes, but she soon found what she was looking for. Gingerly separating it from the rest, Kagome withdrew the record, placed it in a small bag, and put it on the counter.
"That will be twelve dollars please." She smiled kindly at her customer, a pleasant-looking elderly gentleman with silver-brown hair and smooth dark skin.
His eyes wrinkled at the edges as he returned her smile politely and handed the fee to her. "You have a very interesting accent," Kagome rang up the purchase on the cash register, "May I ask where you are from?"
"Oh," she said off-handedly, "Just someplace in Asia."
"Where in Asia?" He inquired curiously, "I might know it."
She became a little sly. He was obviously truly interested in wherever she was from, and he didn't appear to want to give up on the subject. So as Kagome reached across the counter to hand the old man his change and receipt, she said, "Laos."
He nodded, "Laos, it must be very beautiful there."
"Oh yes," Kagome told him sweetly.
"Well," he said as he accepted his record from her, "I must say your Spanish is very impressive Miss...?"
"Meyumi. Meyumi Tran. I was named for my mother. She was half Japanese. Have a good afternoon!"
"That's very interesting, and you too Miss Tran."
She waved him off, personally thinking about how increasingly easy it was becoming to lie to people. Though she usually stuck with a single story, the temptation to fool with people's minds had been present many times in her head when people asked about her accent.
Yes, it was finally becoming easier to live with the lies, and everything else for that matter. Kagome felt in a manner of uncertain peace that she might've finally left her life in Japan behind. She no longer dwelt on the fact that Sesshomaru still had the Shikon, or that she had been with him for one night. She had even hardened herself against the memories of her family. Although they still meant the world to her, she understood that being close to them would only bring them danger. And Kagome had even started to ignore Inuyasha's memory as well. Realizing that there was nothing she could do now for him, that the Tetsusaiga had been destroyed, that he had died so many years ago, even to her; and even though Sesshomaru still did indeed have the Shikon, he would not be able to eradicate the shards of purity that still swelled inside it. And he would not be able break that purity and use it for one purpose or another without her.
Puerto Rico was a beautiful place, and Kagome had peacefully settled in a rural town outside of Caguas about three weeks ago. It wasn't difficult to find work, because she had so many talents, like the ability to speak in several different languages. But in the end she had chosen a more discrete occupation. An occupation at all, in fact. She could have lived off of Sesshomaru's bank accounts forever, but she knew that would make her easier to trace, so she refrained and made herself more content by working nearly every day at a record store.
Life was nice; she had to admit she could become very used to it after a month or two. It was so quiet and uneventful, nothing like growing up in Tokyo. And though many people smoked where she was, the air was still very fresh and clean, and Kagome enjoyed the warm climate.
She lived in a little rented space in a nice house in town, and her landlord was very kind. In fact, everyone in the apartment house was kind to her, and at first it had made her a little suspicious because it was such a shock. Kagome enjoyed the location. Caguas was a short mile away, and she was planning on driving to the ocean one day. When she wanted to take a particularly long trip.
Kagome smiled as she filed a record pleasantly. One of her favorite Spanish songs was playing overhead, and she cheerfully sang along under her breath. "Malaguena salerosa y decirte nina hermosa..."
***
The sun had only just recently revealed itself on the horizon. Kagome was leaning on the rusty metal fence that surrounded her small balcony. The morning was cold, so she had wrapped a blanket around her shoulders to keep warm. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she was still in her pajamas. All in all, she appeared to be very comfortable and content. No one would have guessed at first glance that she had once felt such vengeful hate. Or still did...deep down.
She adjusted her shoulders and walked back into her apartment. It was time to take a shower, she would have to be at work in an hour to help the owner, Lilly, open up shop.
A strange uneasiness in her stomach stopped her in her tracks just as her hand was poised over the doorknob to the bathroom. It was a very strange, unnerving feeling. It wasn't emotional, not warning, not foreboding. Kagome felt for a moment that she was physically ill.
It passed in a relatively short amount of time, and she simply shrugged it off and entered the bathroom. As she stepped into the shower after stripping off her clothes, the feeling returned, and passed just as quickly. Remembering that she hadn't kept track of her cycle, she assumed that maybe she was starting up again, and made a mental note to stop at a drug store and buy some provisions for the occasion.
The little illness did not return all throughout the rest of her morning spent in her apartment. It didn't reoccur when she stepped outside and began walking to the record store, and it didn't come back even when she reached the store. In fact, as she was sweeping around the shelves and crates and counter, Kagome never once felt it again.
And then, it happened. Lilly started talking to her casually at her elbow as she was unlocking the door.
"It looks like it will be another hot day," she flipped the sign over, "I doubt if we will have many costumers in the heat. You can leave early if you'd like Meyumi."
Kagome smiled, "Thank you, but I really don't mind. The heat hasn't stopped people from coming in before anyway-" Her words were interrupted by a sudden shift in the state of her stomach. She dropped the record she was holding and it clattered to the ground noisily.
Lilly turned around, abandoning her keys in the slot on the door, "Meyumi? Are you okay?"
When Lilly had turned around she had seen Kagome looking very disturbed. Her skin was an unhealthy shade, and her eyes were wide and unfocused. After a long while, she raised her head to Lilly mutely, and then turned and bolted towards the back of the store. Lilly followed after her, concerned, and still asking her if she was all right.
Kagome ran into the small dingy bathroom they kept in the back and threw the door open. Lilly came in after her just in time to see Kagome hunched over the toilet, vomiting. "Oh my God," she chirped, "Meyumi, what's wrong?"
Kagome's shoulders still heaved and shuddered for a few minutes before she was able to lean back and look Lilly in the eye. She gathered a handful of paper in her hand and covered her mouth with it while she talked. "I'm so sorry Lilly," she whispered, "I don't think I feel very well today."
"No shit," Lilly said softly while she pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and jammed it into her mouth. "Why the hell didn't you stay home if you didn't feel well you crazy kid?" She was very sweet while she talked, intending no malice at all.
Kagome shook her head absently as Lilly knelt down by her side and began rubbing her back soothingly. "I guess I didn't think it would get this bad..."
Lilly lit her cigarette and ruffled Kagome's hair. Being twice her age and also a mother, she'd had experience with sick youths. "What do you think this is from?" She asked her quietly.
"I don't know," Kagome replied.
"Did you eat something you didn't like?"
Kagome shook her head again, "I don't think so...Just what I always have, nothing really different."
Lilly then seemed to hesitate, as if she had been considering saying something and then thought better of it. "Well," she finally said, "What a mystery. You'd better head home kid."
She nodded, "Thanks Lilly."
"Want me to come with you?"
"No, really, don't trouble yourself...I think I can make it."
"You sure?" Lilly pressed.
"Yeah," and then Kagome began to carefully get to her feet, staggering just a little.
Lilly helped her up, and got her things for her. Then she escorted her out the door and stood outside the shop watching her walk down the street for a while before turning back in and attending the counter.
Kagome walked apprehensively, very unsure of what was going on. This sickness, somehow it didn't feel right. Already she felt it wearing away, and that was very strange. She supposed it was normal to feel better after throwing up, but...
Just at that moment she passed a drug store and remembered her mission to buy some supplies. She walked in, confident that she would be able to make it without throwing up again, and wandered around looking for tampons. Eventually Kagome found them in a floral-pink isle. The cheery elevator music playing above couldn't have been more inappropriate for the moment of absolute horror she would feel in just a few seconds.
For as she reached to pull a kotex box off the shelf, her eyes, by mere chance, spotted something that turned everything upside down in an instant.
A pregnancy test kit.
Kagome's hand fell and she teetered backwards. It...that couldn't possibly be the reason for her illness. It couldn't be! Her whole body shook uncontrollably as her eyes grew wide with terror. And then she ran. She spun around and ran out of the store in a blur and started sprinting down the street.
Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder slowly. A thought struck her boldly. If she wasn't pregnant, than she should prove it to herself. To him. To everyone. Steeling herself for the moment of truth, she turned around and began stomping back towards the drugstore. Her hands were both clenched in fists at her sides.
Entering the store again with a look of steady determination, Kagome entered the same isle once again and snatched the pregnancy test kit off of the shelf. Then she marched to the counter and bought it.
Having purchased it, Kagome felt that the worst was over. Because now she was obligated to use it. Inescapable fate said that she was going to test herself, and then it was going to show her that she was not pregnant.
Kagome almost smiled, the thought was sort of comforting. This would be a little victory for her.
After walking confidently all the way home, Kagome barged into her apartment and immediately opened the kit. Quickly she read and followed the instructions, while standing in her underwear in her little bathroom with the door locked and closed. Then the box told her to wait for five minutes while the tab at the end of the small test rod would gradually turn one color or another. Red meant that she was not pregnant. Blue meant that she was.
Kagome didn't look at it the whole time, only at a wristwatch she held in a quivering hand while she sat on the edge of her bathtub. Every moment made her tense and more tense, and very soon she broke out in a little sweat.
When the five-minute mark came, she closed her eyes and reached out for the rod. When she knew it was in her grasp before her, she took a very deep breath and opened her eyes.
Blue.
"Oh my God..." The ground seemed to shake beneath her feet. Everything spun as the shock became so overpowering that it nearly caused her to feint. She took a very unstable step backwards and then reeled forwards and flung herself over the counter; her head was in her hands and her elbows propped up her upper torso. "Oh my God..."
She was pregnant. The emotion was almost indescribable. Uncertainty, total uncertainty at first. And then...something else came flooding into her chest; joy.
"I'm going to have a baby," she whispered softly to herself. Yes, it was true that Sesshomaru was the father. But in the end, it was her baby, not his. She was going to have a child; she was going to be a mother. Kagome smiled ecstatically. A baby! Her own, her most precious, a little infant to love and to be hers. A baby to take care of, a baby to look after.
Her own little, sweet, baby...It was all Kagome could possibly care about. Her tiny kid. She put a hand on her stomach affectionately and tears slipped out of her eyes.
***
Onward, ho
