Chapter 4

Pregnant. He was pregnant.

Inuyasha sighed as he lay in bed, Sesshomaru asleep next to him. Inuyasha wasn't angry at the bastard per say, but he had a few things he wanted to get off his chest. His irrational younger self would have tried to kill him by now, but the person he was now just wanted to punch a wall. It wasn't like killing Sesshomaru would end this anyway.

Inuyasha was pregnant. It was pure fact.

Inuyasha sat up when he became restless, grabbing his phone from the dresser and opening the email that was there. It was from his secretary, the girl emailing him his schedule that was planned for two months after his short break. Inuyasha sighed, wondering why his life had to be so busy. He closed his phone and got up from the bed, throwing his phone onto the pillow.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, a blood and semen covered mess. He turned on the water, getting in even though it was still cold. He bowed his head under the spray, putting his ears back so water wouldn't get in them. He closed his eyes, slicking a hand through his hair. He stood there for what seemed like forever, trying to clear his mind of everything.

He opened his eyes when he felt nauseous, pushing back the urge as he started to clean himself. He pulled his hair into a rope like way, slathering it with shampoo. He looked it over, his eyelids lowering slightly.

Should he cut it all off?

Inuyasha shook away the idea, letting the shampoo sit as he cleaned off his body. He watched the suds flow down the drain, closing his eyes again as he put his head beneath the spray. His mind flew away once again, back to the time when demons were abundant. Kagome flashed in front of his eyes, her lips pulling into a smile as she whispered his name. Inuyasha reached for her, but suddenly she was gone.

"Kagome."

"Inuyasha." Inuyasha moved his head out of the spray, wiping his face before looking around. Sesshomaru had got in the shower with him, his eyes narrowed as he leveled Inuyasha with his stare.

"Why do you whisper the miko's name?" Sesshomaru asked, his voice tight with anger. Inuyasha frowned, wondering how he didn't notice the oaf had joined him. Inuyasha looked away, moving the water nozzle away from his face. He slicked back his hair, wiping his face again as he tried to keep his composure.

"Why does it matter to you?" Inuyasha asked, moving away before Sesshomaru could grab his arm. He gasped when he was pinned against the wall, Sesshomaru's eyes flashing red. Inuyasha reeled in his emotions, staring at the demon blankly.

"You are mine, Inuyasha!" Sesshomaru growled, Inuyasha gasping when Sesshomaru grabbed his half awakened member. Inuyasha grabbed his wrist, a small moan escaping his lips when Sesshomaru stroked it.

"I am here while she is gone. So why do you whisper her name!?" Inuyasha pushed him away, panting softly as he tried to collect himself. The last thing he wanted to do was expose himself to the demon, his feelings for Kagome one of the few things he considered a weakness. Inuyasha knew Sesshomaru's temper though, and though he would have loved to drag him through the mud, he wished to avoid his acid.

"I had loved her Sesshomaru. Something like that can't just be forgotten." Inuyasha looked away from Sesshomaru when the demons aura flared, telling Inuyasha what was about to happen. He gasped when he was forced out of the shower, Sesshomaru pushing him over the sink. Inuyasha closed his eyes, his hand clenching into a fist.

"Then I will make you forget."

Inuyasha turned around abruptly, his fist caught before he could punch Sesshomaru's face. Inuyasha's anger flared, his eyes narrowing as he leveled Sesshomaru with his glare.

"I told you I do not love you. No matter what you do, my feelings about you won't change." Sesshomaru let go of his hand to grab his chin, pulling Inuyasha close. Inuyasha bit down on his tongue when Sesshomaru tightened his grip, his jaw protesting softly.

"I do not care if you do not love me. But as my mate, you will only whisper my name." Inuyasha pulled away from his grasp, about to retaliate with some words of his own. He stopped when it felt like he was about to vomit, putting a hand to his mouth as he tried to hold it off. It came up too fast though, Inuyasha rushing to the toilet and falling to his knees. He threw up more than he thought he had in his stomach, his breaths coming out in panicked spurts.

He felt Sesshomaru move his hair away from his face, his body shaking when he tried to throw up more. When he couldn't he just clutched the toilet, his eyes closed as he tried to control himself. He sat back when he couldn't take the smell anymore, Sesshomaru sitting him against his chest. Inuyasha breathed through the pain he felt in his chest, his hands shaking against his thighs.

"It's okay," Sesshomaru soothed, smoothing back Inuyasha's wet hair. For a split second, Inuyasha felt like he was in the hands of a lover. He quickly squashed the feeling though, opening his eyes and slowly getting to his feet. He flushed the toilet before rinsing out his mouth, brushing his teeth to get the taste out. He rested against the sink when his body became tired, Sesshomaru picking him up bridal style.

"Put me down," Inuyasha protested weakly, his body calming at the sound of Sesshomaru's heartbeat. Sesshomaru walked to the room, putting Inuyasha down on the bed. Inuyasha whimpered softly as he curled into a ball, a little angry that he succumbed to a common pregnancy symptom. He thought he could get through it, but he had never vomited in all of his years of living.

The feeling was horrible.

Inuyasha opened his eyes when Sesshomaru laid down next to him, pulling him against his chest. For now his earlier anger was gone, Inuyasha straightening out so he could press more against him. Sesshomaru sighed softly, running his fingers through Inuyasha's wet hair.

"I'm sorry." Inuyasha looked up to Sesshomaru who was looking at something behind him, Inuyasha frowning slightly. He lowered his head again, pressing closer to Sesshomaru's warmer body.

"Baka."

:::+:::

"What have I missed?" Inuyasha walked into his office with a small jump in his step, Miroku doing some paperwork at his desk. Inuyasha could have just asked his secretary, but she was always behind on something.

"Nothing really. I declined a partnership with a bottle company, and I attended a meeting for the summary of our company's success. Sales went up by two percent this year." Inuyasha sat in his seat, opening his laptop to get to work.

"So are you?" Inuyasha looked up to Miroku, the monk propping his head on his crossed fingers. Inuyasha smirked slightly, sitting back in his seat. He didn't know why he was so happy today, but he was sure pregnancy hormones were to blame. He cleared his throat, trying not to give anything away.

"Currently, yes." Miroku balked, his sudden surprise making Inuyasha wonder if maybe he thought he wouldn't be. Miroku chuckled after a long moment, sitting back in his seat.

"So I'm going to be an uncle?" He asked, Inuyasha flipping him off before returning to his work. Miroku laughed quietly as he tried to get back to work, but they were both jittery that morning. Inuyasha knew he still had a lot to think about, but being pregnant seemed awesome at the moment. He had a glow he never had, and though his emotions were going crazy, all he knew was that right then he was happy.

"How does it feel to know you are pregnant?" Miroku asked, Inuyasha looking up from his work to his friend. He sighed softly, touching a hand to his stomach.

"I don't know."

Inuyasha took his hand away from his stomach, his memory of when he was deemed sterile popped up. Kagome had accepted him either way, even when Inuyasha couldn't accept himself.

"I know I can do little about it, so I don't try to dwell on how it happened. But I wish I had been able to choose a different father." Miroku noticed the twist in Inuyasha's mood, the half demon getting up from his seat.

"I'll be back." Miroku watched his friend leave, looking back to the papers on his desk. He was glad he was going to finally see Inuyasha have a child of his own, but he knew how Inuyasha felt about it. The stonewall was starting to crack, and Miroku didn't have enough paste to fill the cracks.

Inuyasha looked back to his office doors, his eyes burning as he felt another wave of nausea hit him. He quickly went to the nearest bathroom, vomiting up his breakfast. He wiped his mouth with a shaking hand, slowly getting to his feet.

"Are you alright?" Inuyasha tensed at the sound of the voice, his anger rising as he remembered who it belonged to. He flushed the toilet before turning around, his eyes meeting the eyes of his enemy.

Naraku.

The man wasn't wearing his usual kimono though, his body instead clad in a black suit. His hair was cut short, his brown eyes blinking in curiosity and worry. They widened when they saw his face though, the man bowing low in respect.

"It is you! I never thought I would ever get to meet you!" Inuyasha frowned, his claws itching to tear the man apart. Naraku straightened up, looking over Inuyasha like he was an ancient relic.

"I never thought this day would come! I applied to work here last year. I work in the offices on the third floor!" Inuyasha wondered how he had never noticed the man, but he could guess why. The lack of hair and demon aura made him just another invisible human. Naraku's giant smile fell after a long moment, his head tilting slightly.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" Inuyasha sighed, shaking his head. This wasn't the Naraku he knew.

"No, Naraku is it?" Inuyasha asked, Naraku nodding eagerly. After Inuyasha cleaned his hands they talked for a while, Inuyasha's anger and hatred for the man waning just a little bit. This reincarnation couldn't possibly hurt a fly. He grew up in a semi rich family in Okinawa, and though he was fully educated, landing jobs in Japan was hard.

Inuyasha wanted to make his life a living hell, but he had his own shit to worry about.

"You should come over, my wife would love to meet you. Her name is Kagome, she's heavily pregnant at the moment, but she cooks one hell of a curry." Inuyasha felt a stab in his chest, his eyelids lowering slightly as his claws itched to tear the man apart again. Inuyasha put away his anger though, giving a small smile to Naraku.

"That would be nice."

Naraku gave him his address and phone number before leaving the bathroom, Inuyasha resting against a sink as he tried to hold in his growing anger. His eyes burned as he tried to fight back tears, closing his eyes so they wouldn't escape.

Kagome…

Kagome was with Naraku. They were expecting a child. And Inuyasha could do nothing besides watch from afar. He turned and punched the mirror with a growl, the bits of glass falling into the sink and onto the ground. Inuyasha punched it again, holding back his scream as a tear fell down his face.

Kagome…

The one woman he loved but could never have. Inuyasha pulled his hand away from the glass, his skin not even torn or bleeding. He rested his head against the broken mirror, looking at his fractured reflection. He was torn apart, and just when he thought he had put himself back together.

Inuyasha closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he tried to withhold his weakness. He wiped away his tears after a long second, looking at his fractured appearance.

She would not remember him.

She wouldn't love him back because all he had was a memory of who she used to be. The woman she was now…

She would be better off without him.

Inuyasha wiped away any sign of weakness, looking away from his fractured appearance. He left the bathroom as if nothing happened, returning to his office and sitting at his desk.

"Did you know Naraku worked here?" Inuyasha looked up to Miroku who stopped typing, his friend meeting his eyes. He cleared his throat, looking to the window.

"It was before I had my memories back. He came in for an interview, and passed with flying colors." Inuyasha looked away from Miroku, looking down to his laptop. He took in a deep breath, releasing it with a sigh.

"Did you know? That he was with Kagome?" Miroku sighed himself, Inuyasha looking back to him. Miroku sat back in his seat, crossing his fingers over his stomach. Inuyasha waited for a response, and for a long while Miroku was silent.

"I figured out she was his wife when she came to pick him up after the interview. They had just got back from their honeymoon." Inuyasha tried not to throw something, angered at the fact that somebody touched her besides himself.

Inuyasha had to see her.

Just one last time before he let her go.

"Inuyasha, do not interfere with time. Kagome isn't the girl you knew back then." Inuyasha stood up, Miroku quickly coming to his side. He grabbed his arm, Inuyasha pulling it away with a growl. Miroku took a step back, looking to his friend with eyes that prayed he understood.

"Inuyasha, it is too late now."

Inuyasha looked to Miroku, his friend's eyes pleading for him not to go. Inuyasha walked out of the office, leaving Miroku behind. Inuyasha rushed to the garage, getting in his car and driving as fast as he could without getting a ticket. He had always known Kagome had been with Naraku from seeing them together, but never before had he known where she lived. Just one last time he wanted to see her.

When Inuyasha got to the house, he quickly got out and went up the steps. She lived far away from her mother now, probably because Naraku wanted to be farther away. Inuyasha rang the door bell, waiting anxiously for an answer. The door opened after a long pause, Inuyasha's eyes widening slightly. Kagome stood in front of him, her hair shorter than before. Her usual thin frame was larger with the presence of her child, her young face aged with time. But from scent alone, he knew it was her.

"Inuyasha…" Inuyasha's hopes jumped when she whispered his name, but with her frown they fell.

"You should have never came, Inuyasha." Inuyasha didn't know what to say. His heart was splitting into two, his lips parting as he tried to speak.

"You remember me?" He asked softly, Kagome putting a hand on her lower back. She allowed him to come in before people got suspicious, but from eyes alone Inuyasha knew she remembered him.

"Inuyasha, why are you here?" Kagome asked, standing by the kitchen door as Inuyasha stayed by the front door. Inuyasha looked to the floor, closing his eyes as he tried to understand everything.

"Why are you with Naraku if you remember? He tried to kill us all!"

"No he did then. The man he is now is different. And Inuyasha, you already know time is sensitive. Us being together can never happen again." Inuyasha looked up to his late lover, her eyes full of annoyance, not love.

"What we had Inuyasha, was in the past."

"But why him!?" Inuyasha barked, Kagome narrowing her eyes in anger. She sighed softly after a long moment, leaning against the wall as she stared off into space.

"When I was reborn back into my own time, the jewel was no longer inside me. But even so, it spoke to me. You and I were destined to never be together again. So, as I grew older and your company rose, I tried to stay away. One day I couldn't take it anymore and I tried to go to you. I was almost hit by a car, but Naraku saved me." Inuyasha turned away, not wanting to hear another word. The way she spoke of him…

She spoke of Naraku like a lover.

"Like you, I hated him at first. But he had fell in love with me. For years I fought my feelings, I was torn that I couldn't return to you. But, Naraku gave me so much more. He took away my pain, and in turn, I said yes when he asked me to marry him. I have never been happier since, Inuyasha." Inuyasha opened the front door, his heart and mind torn to shreds. After all this time, and she just moved on.

"I loved you once, Inuyasha. But not anymore." Inuyasha left and slammed the door behind him, getting into his car and driving away. He sped through the streets with anger, screaming out in frustration. He drove back to his home, getting out of the car and slamming the door. He rushed inside, going to his bedroom. Sesshomaru was nowhere to be seen, but Inuyasha didn't care. He fished for the pictures he had of Kagome, tearing them apart in anger.

He threw everything that would move, falling down to his knees when his body became weak. He slammed his fists against the floor, growling in frustration. He stopped when his hands became numb, resting his head on the floor.

After all this time of waiting, and her life moved on without him.

Author's note: Kind of depressing, I know.