Kagome adjusted to her new life rather quickly. She made friends with her neighbors who are wolf demons, Kouga and Ayame Ookami. Ayame was also pregnant with their first child. She learned a few things from the two of them. Like apparently demons can control who they impregnate unless they lose control of their demon.

She assumed that the split second Sesshoumaru's eyes seeped red was him losing control.

Although the mark Sesshoumaru had long since faded, every now and again it would burn like crazy. She was told by Ayame that it would fade by itself but it was the unborn pups' way of wanting his father around. Even in the womb he can sense that he's not there. She also said that it would continue to do so for a while if she doesn't placate the baby and go to the father.

Kagome of course refused and decided to just wait it out.

But sometimes, when it was late at night and she couldn't fall asleep, she would think about Sesshoumaru and wonder how he was.


Sesshoumaru was standing by his office window with his hand up against it balled up into a fist. It's been weeks and he couldn't find her. He wondered how she could have disappeared.

Growing even more frustrated he let out a growl. There was a knock on his office door that demanded his attention. He knew who it was, and she would give him his answers.

"Come in," he said turning around, composing himself.

The door opened and a very angry woman stomped in.

"How dare you have your little slave monkeys come to my house and drag me here!" she screamed.

"Sango," he acknowledged. "I don't have time for your whining. Tell me where Kagome is."

"Ha! I wish I could cause then that would mean I would know where she was!"

"You're lying," he accused. "Tell me where the miko is."

"I'd chew on broken glass first," she said.

"She belongs to me," he said rather calmly. "I find that I am worried about her well-being. So tell me where she is," he said hoping to convince her.

"Kagome is a good girl," Sango said. "She's something you'll never understand. Which is probably why you wanted her in the first place? She fed your ego; stroked your vanity maybe. Or maybe, you just wanted something to taint and stain. You're not worried about her. You're just worried that you'll no longer have anyone to spread your evil on," she said full of hate.

"Make no mistake slayer," Sesshoumaru said with contempt. "I'll burn this entire country down if it means finding her and when I do, I'll be sure to give credit to you when she's chained to a plank in a basement alone."


Time was passing by effortlessly. Life continued. New friends, new home, were only new the first day. Now it's routine it's known. A car ride turned into a train ride. Hours turned to days; days to weeks. And now it has been months. Months passed, it was all routine. Nothing special. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing worth mentioning. For Kagome, she was moving on.

"So how are you feeling, Ms. Higurashi," an OB/GYN who specializes in demon pregnancy asked.

"Pretty good," Kagome smiled. "Except I woke up this morning and saw that I can no longer see my feet."

The doctor laughed. "It'll happen," she looked at her clipboard and wrote something down. When she was done she was put it down and put latex gloves on. "Okay now I'm just going to take a little peak, so I need you to lay back and place your feet on the stir-ups."

Kagome complied. "Do you think he'll take more after his demon side or my side?"

The doctor was preparing for a vaginal ultrasound. "Typically the pup would take after the demon side more. However, for you it's a little different."

"Because I'm a miko?"

"No," she inserted the ultrasound. "I've said before that you have one unique baby. From the first appointment I could sense a strong aura. This baby – your son – is going to be pretty strong on both sides."

"I've never seen a baby like yours," she said while looking at the screen. "But my guess is, when he's born he'll be like most babies. But when the time comes, he'll surprise everyone."

Kagome smiled. "It's crazy. I know I shouldn't say it but I wasn't sure if I would love this baby. But I do. The moment I heard his heartbeat, I fell in love with him."

"Okay, everything looks really good," she said pulling out. "Now you can go ahead and sit up. It's about that time we start talking about what's going to happen after you have the baby."

The doctor jotted a few more things on her clipboard and then took a seat. "For the most part, a demon pregnancy is a lot like a human pregnancy. Now you said the baby was half dog demon?"

"Yeah," Kagome said.

"Okay, so the only thing you really need to worry about is afterwards. You miko abilities should heal you quite quickly. However, with all demons they have the ability to transform. Your baby may literally transform into a small pup in times of distress or weakness."

"Okay sounds easy enough."

Her doctor smiled. "Well, then that's all for today. I'll let you get dressed and I'll see you in two weeks."

"Thank you doctor," Kagome said.

"You're welcome."


Time was nothing to Sesshoumaru. He had so much of it that he hardly noticed it passing. A day to most people feels like a sneeze to him. Not seeing someone for a week feels like an hour. Whether it's a year, decade or even a century, he doesn't care. Time is not limited. Time is never a problem. Not for him anyways.

Except for now.

He felt every minute of every day he spent with Kagome. Torturous minutes. Conflicting minutes. Minutes that felt so fucking long that it caused him to resent her that much more. Minutes that he would never waste and desperately want back.

"Heard your little pet ran away from you," a woman seductively said as she closed a bedroom door behind her.

Sesshoumaru was laying on his bed on his back. He had his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. He didn't have to move, look, or even breathe to know who it was, Kagura.

"It would seem so," he replied unmoving.

He wouldn't call them friends. He wouldn't even say that he liked her. But he tolerated her; he kept her alive. She was a nuisance and a betrayer. She was once in an alliance with a bug called Naraku. She's betrayed him countless of time when she was with Naraku. He could've killed her. He should've killed her. And although he was capable of doing so, he couldn't bring her back; not anymore. Although he would never outwardly say it, they understand each other.

Kagura tsked. She took her jacket off and walked over to stand next to a laying Sesshoumaru. "Is my poor Sesshy wesshy sad and depressed over a lost pet," she said popping the 'P', emphasizing pet.

"Perhaps she was my most favorite pet," he said.

Others wouldn't be able to tell by his tone, but she knew he was joking.

She scoffed. "Can't believe you can't get over her. So pathetic; I'm rethinking our friendship right now."

"There's nothing to get over. I was actually wanting to sleep."

"Sure," she said in doubt.

Sesshoumaru opened his eyes and looked up to Kagura who standing by the bed, next to him. "Shall I prove it to you? Shall I prove just how over her I am?"

Kagura smiled seductively and slowly bit her lower lip. His eyes traveled down her body, lingering at her chest and hips. No one would deny Kagura Kaze. She was practically sex personified.

"I don't know," she said slowly. "You didn't lose your touch fucking virgins, have you?"

Sesshoumaru pulled Kagura on top of him and then rolled to be on top of her. He kissed her roughly and she kissed him with the same roughness.

Their hair became messy; clothes were thrown all around. Bite marks, bruises, and scratches were everywhere. The sounds of moans and heavy breathing could easily be heard from outside along with the sounds of slapping skin.

It was not the right time to be thinking of 'her'. It was not the place to have someone new. This was not him. It's a small thing but she has ruined him. Every stroke, every kiss, every thrust, all he could think about was how much better it was with her. 'Her', he thought with disgust. There was no excuse. She should've been nothing. Fool of him to fall for her. Fool of him to need her. A violent storm should destroy weak pathetic flowers; not become enamored, attached, infatuated with one.

He was a force to be reckoned with. And she had destroyed him.