Wow…having too much time on your hands does amazing things or your inspiration. Please don't hate this chapter. I like conflict and this is a good source. It'll be short though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter Seven:

Miori was in trouble. She knew she was in trouble. It had been a month since she had left Fluffy's, two weeks since she had put the signs together. A demon pregnancy normally only lasted a few months, but this child would be half human. The pregnancy would still be short, four, five months at the most. However she suspected she was already a good month or two along, meaning that even if she wished it, she couldn't kill it. She shouldn't get too large. Inuyoukai babies were small, although of course this one was half human so it might be bigger.

Miori had no problems with any of this. She was a very rational demon, and knew it was her and Kotsu's fault for not being careful anyway. No, her fear was for herself and her child at the hands of her grandfather. As badly as she had been abused lately, she was amazed that the baby had survived this long.

She felt betrayed by her body. It was Fluffy she had always wanted, and now she was carrying another man's child. It wasn't fair! She knew she couldn't be with Fluffy, because of their positions. She would one lady rule the Southern Territory. She couldn't marry the Lord of the West. She was still angry. Irrational, but true.

She couldn't let her grandfather know. She wasn't stupid. Health risks or no he'd make sure that baby disappeared. At that moment Kotsu strode in, smelling of blood and looking obscenely smug. She rounded on him.

"This is all your fault!"

"Wha-?"

"If you didn't think with your dick we wouldn't be in this predicament!"

"Miori I don't kn-"

"Don't start that with me! Kotsu," within an instant she had fell into his embrace sobbing, "I don't want to die."

"You won't die Miori. Now what's wrong?"

It was the wrong question. She began to rage at him all over again. All of a sudden jumping him and pushing him to the bed, crushing his lips beneath hers. Finally she was having some kind of emotional reaction he could understand. He kissed her back, proceeding to remove all of his and her clothes without offending her yet again. He was nuzzling the smooth skin at her neck when he caught the faintest glimpse of her stomach. Small child or no, Miori's stomach had the faintest hint of roundness to it that could not come about from laziness or overeating because she didn't eat much and she was highly active.

"Miori, what's this?" His hands touched the soft skin of her stomach rubbing the soft round, in fear and wonder.

"Kotsu…I'm pregnant."

"We're all going to die aren't we Miori."

"Yes Kotsu, it's very likely the old bastard will kill us all."

And as absurd as the situation was, neither of them was laughing.