He watched her leave the room, then grabbed InuYasha's hand and pulled him to his feet.

"That would be my 17 year old sister InuYasha. You have Kagome, hell you even had Kikyo, leave my sister alone." He warned an edge to his voice.

"Don't worry about me and Kagome, we might be stuck in a rut at the moment but we'll work through it. And just so you know, she wasn't wearing any panties." InuYasha said casually as Miroku sat down on the couch. They both looked towards the doorway when they heard a soft demanding rap on it, then they looked back at each other.

"Damn it to hell! Why did fluffy have to choose now of all times, to come for a damn visit!" InuYasha demanded as he got up from the recliner to answer the door but soon returned his face white. He dropped onto the couch as Sesshomaru entered the room with Kagome under his arm. Her blue eyes darted to InuYasha, but all that was in her eyes was icy indifference.

"She is mine. Within her grows my child. She is mine, is that clear, InuYasha?" ice in his voice.

"Perfectly." A female voice said from behind him. Sesshomaru's and InuYasha's noses were assaulted by the scent of an ookama hanyou. Kagome turned and looked at the girl with instant jealousy; Sesshomaru looked at her and smirked at her. She looked at the two and glared at them with icy disdain, but the moment her eyes landed on InuYasha's pale face, his amber eyes filled with pain as they gazed at Kagome, she was filled with an ice cold rage. Miroku looked at his sister's choice of his clothes and groaned.

"I think you both need to leave. You don't seem to be invited by my brother, so you need to leave, now." She growled as her eyes locked with his. Kagome looked at him and then looked up at Sesshomaru, and tugged tentatively and nodded towards the door. He smirked as he led her from the house. Miroku followed them to the door.

She growled in pleasure as her hair turned honey gold again. She stopped as she heard a pair of footsteps following InuYasha's back to the living room. She followed them. She could smell InuYasha's scent coming very, very faintly from the girl, but it was being nearly overpowered by the inu youkai's scent. That alone pissed her off. The girl had been a faithless bitch. As Miroku followed them to the door she went in and knelt before InuYasha. His eyes were closed, she whimpered softly as she looked at him with concern filling her eyes. He opened his eyes and looked into her silver ones.

"What do you want?" he asked her, all traces of emotion in his voice dead. She laid her head in his lap and offered him a clean view of her neck. He stared at her neck, and then shook his head.

"Why are you doing this girl?"

"Truthfully? I don't know, but it seems like it's the right thing to do. I wasn't always a hanyou. I was in love with ko-... an ookama youkai. About 7 weeks ago I got in a car accident. They needed to give me a blood transfusion to save my life, and he was the only one that volunteered. They choose him instead of one of them. His blood changed me. Then he was killed 2 weeks ago. Keh. He told me I was a bitch. I got mad at him for it and left for a while and when I got back he was dead," without her knowing her eyes had flooded with tears, "I still don't understand it. But I need to be taught so much and I don't trust all that easily... but earlier you got past that barrier. You intrigue me, but I also sense things within you that are trapped. Same as me..." she stopped and closed her eyes. Slowly, almost reluctantly she pulled her head back. She stood and started to back away from him, tears streaming down her checks. He stood up, pushing his thoughts of Kagome away. But when he reached out to her she turned and fled to the first room she came to. His.

Miroku heard a door slam shut, open and shut again, but shrugged it off. He was getting ready for his date with his secret heart-throb, Sango. InuYasha must have gone to his room, he reasoned, forgetting temporarily about his sister being part of his house hold now.

She was flung across his bed, crying into the pillow. He sat next to her and touched her shoulder, but that caused her to twist around until her nose was pressed against his chest and he felt the hot tears on his bear skin. She sobbed into his chest well into the afternoon; he had maneuvered so that he was leaning up against the headboard while she sobbed. He realized that her sobs had stopped and a soft hum of breathing was coming from her instead. She had cried herself to sleep in his arms. Damn, he thought, normally it's because they're too tired from... other things that they fall asleep in my arms, not crying! he was surprised when a yawn erupted from him. He glanced out the window and felt his jaw drop in shock. It was dark out already! He must have fallen asleep also. He glanced down at her face and sighed. He managed to ease her arms from around him; he pulled his blankets up and covered her. He went to into the bathroom across the hall to relive himself instead of the one that was connected to his room. He heard her exit his room and soon after the fridge door open. He dried off his hands and exited the bathroom and walked up behind her.

He noticed her scent, she wasn't all that far from going into heat. Kagome had been a bad bitch from the first. Something told him that this girl would be a good faithful bitch, no matter what. He placed an arm around her waist and looked in the fridge with her. He felt her stiffen and when he did nothing more, she relaxed. An image of Kagome's body drenched with sweat wrapped around his brother's body; caused him to stiffen with suppressed rage. She felt him stiffen and turned in his arm; closing the fridge door. Both of her hands went to his checks and pulled his head down and pressed her forehead against his. His other arm had gone around her waist as he struggled to control his emotions. Suddenly he pushed her away and staggered away from her and leaned against the door jam. She winced in pain as hit the fridge; she let herself slide to the floor. But she stared at him; the whine that came from her throat surprised them both. He whirled around and stared at her, she was looking at the floor in utter amazement. She didn't look up until he squatted in front of her.

"Why did you whine like your mate had just turned his back on you?" he demanded softly, but she looked back at the floor. He tilted her head up until her silver eyes met his.

"I... because it... I don't know how to explain it. Please don't make me try." She whispered; if he hadn't been an hanyou he wouldn't have heard her. He picked her up and carried her back to his room. He deposited her in the middle of his bed. He lay down next to her, pulled the blankets up over them and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled up against him and snaked her hand over his and kissed her bicep then dropped off into sleeps welcoming arms. Her soft kiss had surprised him, but the fact that he didn't want to sleep with her in his arms but rut with her, made him severely confused. He had never wanted to do this with Kagome. He kissed the top of her head and settled in to do some serious thinking. A feeling of contentment filled him and he yawned. It was 15 minutes after midnight when he woke again. argh! I guess I have to teach her not to leave my bed in the middle of the night he thought groggily. Then he heard her voice, and Miroku's. They were arguing about something. Miroku said something about her leaving his room and middle of the night, then her bark of laughter. He couldn't hear what she said but Miroku cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject. She came back into his room and slid into bed. But he straddled her waist and he realized that she'd changed back into that t-shirt that he'd first seen her in that morning. She stared up into his eyes, surprised. He leaned down and nibbled on her neck softly. Her eyes widened as a soft sigh escaped her lips; she rolled her head back allowing him better access. He nibbled up to her lower lip, and then kissed her softly. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both onto their sides. He laid there with her in his arms as his breathing went from short and heavy to normal deep breaths. He slipped back to sleep after she had fallen asleep again. His dream was interesting. His human half argued with his youkai half.

'Kikyo is the best choice not Kagome!'

No Kagome is! I just wanted to defile Kikyo!

Suddenly a new voice entered the fray, accompanied by the image of his mother. But as always; her sad ice blue eyes framed by full black lashes held his attention.

"InuYasha, what about the girl in your arms? Could you love her? Could you call her mate? She who is half miko half youkai? Do you want her to remain pure? Or do you want to defile her? If she'd been born pure youkai she would mate for life and never she wouldn't even do as it is within her rights; being a bitch to do if you piss her off! She won't let anyone but her mate into her body, what about her, my son?" with that said she smiled but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She disappeared. His half's looked at each other and nodded.

'She will do mother' they said in union.

He woke up and stared at the girl in his arms, she was snuggled up against him, a small smile on her lips. Slowly a smile appeared on his lips and he leaned down and bit her neck, hard enough to bruise but not hard enough to break the skin. She moaned softly, her body shifted slightly before her eyes opened.