I don't know Sesshomaru's mother's name, so I made one up. Enter Kirimi.

"Alright, give me a big smile! Nice and sexy!"

Sesshoko tossed her ivory ponytail back and stared brightly into the camera with a forced smile on her face. But not before her eyes shot daggers at Inuyumi and her little group of friends.

If she could, she would kill her little sister for this.

"Okay, now, give me your most seductive glare!"

Inuyumi had gotten her a job as a model at a local mall.

The store manager had wanted a model for anything - from bikinis to ugly Christmas sweaters - and he hadn't quite believed Inuyumi when she described just how glorious her sister looked on camera. But then he was introduced to the busty and beautiful Sesshoko, and hired her on the spot.

And so that's how Sesshoko ended up here, wearing a tiny bikini in the middle of a freezing mall as a tall guy with a mustache told her to "Look at me as though you want to **** me!"

As soon as the photo shoot was done, Sesshoko stormed over to her sister.

"I am going to kill you when we get home!" She hissed through teeth glued together with petroleum jelly.

Inuyumi simply laughed heartily as her boyfriend, Kouga, couldn't take his eyes off her sister's breasts.

"Sorry, but it doesn't look like you'll have the chance. I have practice right after this." Inuyumi said smugly.

Practice? Oh yes, Inuyumi was head cheerleader along with her co-captains, Kagome and Sango. Don't let those short skirts and cheesy smiles fool you, though - when Inuyumi held a pompom, it became a lethal weapon.

"What?!" Sesshoko screeched, he mood changing again. Damn, those hormones. "You don't expect me to wait in your smelly old truck while you practice, do you?!"

Inuyumi huffed. "No. And since I don't trust you alone in my apartment, you're going to Daddy's house."

What an odd relationship. Most people would think that Sesshoko's more responsible, being older, but then, Inuyumi would kick their asses.

"Miss Taisho? Could you come here a minute?" Sesshoko's boss called. "Would you mind modeling some lingerie the next time you're here?"

Inu Taisho was angry and sad at the same time. It was the monthly time when he'd experience mood swings - even worse than his pregnant daughter. Everything was a big deal, and everything was personal. One could simply come up to him and say, "Hello," and he'd be pissed.

Yes, it was that time of month.

The time when Sesshoko's mother was supposed to pay her Child Support.

Kirimi was always late, and it drove Inu Taisho up the wall. Honestly, she had a kid with him, she should care about it! He'd call her, email her, do everything he could to just get the money. She ignore everything of course, then, just when Inu Taisho feels as if life's no longer worth living, she sends it. Honestly, Inu Taisho and Kirimi were only together for three years, yet she knew him better then he knew himself.

"Inu dear, please stop worrying." Izayoi pleaded as she watched her distraught husband attempt to yank his silver hair out of his scalp. "Please, you know Kii-san only does this to get under your skin! You know the money will come, so could you please stop panicking?" She wrapped her arms around her husband, trying to soothe him.

"I swear, even if my hair wasn't silver from the beginning, it would be by now because of that woman." Inu Taisho grumbled, kissing his wife's forehead.

Suddenly, Izayoi remembered something. "Oh!" She backed away from her husband, her eyes wide. "Sesshoko's first sonogram is tomorrow, isn't it? Do you think she'd like us to go with her?"

Inu Taisho shook his head. "Nah. Shoko probably doesn't even care, and she'd argue if we did."

Izayoi sighed. She remembered what it was like when she was pregnant with Inuyumi. She was fifteen when she met the twenty-five year old multi-millionaire Inu Taisho, and sixteen when she got pregnant with Inuyumi. Unlike Sesshoko, however, she was constantly worried about the baby; if it would miscarry, if it would be born healthy, if she would be able to provide it with a stable life as it grows up... But Sesshoko was different. It was as if she were in a constant state of denial. There was no way she could really not care about the baby, her maternal instincts would kick in sooner or later.

Inu Taisho sighed to his wife. "Shouldn't you have started on dinner yet, missy? You know I love your cooking~"

Izayoi chuckled, her laugh like a tinkling little bell. "Sorry, I ordered pizza tonight. That okay?"

Inu Taisho fake-grunted. "Hmph. Oh well. I guess if you paid for it than it's kinda like you making it..."

Izayoi laughed loudly this time, then began to walk down the hall. "I think I better go take my bath now." She said sweetly.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Eheh, sorry, but could you wait for the pizza to get here for me?"

"*sigh*"

Inu Taisho made himself comfortable on his living room couch as he listened to the bathwater start in the other room. He turned the TV on to some talk show, and realized that the woman on the TV was pregnant. Her belly was swollen to the point it where looked like it might burst, and she was all smiles and laughing. A single manicured hand rested on her bellybutton. Her arm was wrapped around her husband,

Could Sesshoko ever be like that woman?

Sure, as of late, she was under the influence of hormones, but she usually showed no emotion.

Was he right in believing that a baby could change that?

Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang. Must be the pizza. Inu Taisho grunted as he heaved his lazy body of the soft couch and made it's way to the door. He took out his wallet, grabbing a fifty, then opened the door.

"Inu-chaaaan! How have you been?"

That was when the devil itself lunged at him, embracing him in it's cold hug.

"...Kirimi?!"