He was not happy to see them, but he understood the Miko's reason, so he allowed them in and showed them to a room that held thousands of scrolls.

"The Miko has decided to move forward with this?" Sesshomaru asked Kikyo, who was rolling out scrolls, "Would I be here if not?" She asked,

"What info do you seek?"

Kikyo looked up at him. "Half-breed pregnancies." To start anyway.

Sesshomaru moved about and then back with a book and handed it to Kikyo; she opened "This belonged to Inuyasha's mother." She started looking at it,

"Hn,"

"This will prove useful," She stated,

"Lord Sesshomaru, do you happen to have anything in regards to a Miko and demon pregnancy?" Miroku asked,

"I am unaware if such a thing has occurred before," He said,

Miroku looked concerned,

"Speak monk,"

Miroku sighed. "Perhaps it is because it has never been possible."

Kikyo turned to him.

"Think about it: when Sesshomaru's energy rises, her rises, and they bite each other." Miroku stated, "Holy power is the negative of demonic power. If it grows, her power will kill it, but for some reason, if the babe is stronger, it will kill her; I think there is only a slight chance of survival, logically speaking."

Half breeds and Mikos may have had a better chance, of course; thankfully, Kikyo didn't have to worry; her power was gone. But a full-blow Daiyokai and Miko with a jewel inside her?

He sighed. "One dies, or they both die." Miroku scratched the back of his head.

"Perhaps not; Inuyasha told me once that you stopped one of Kagome's arrows, did you not?" Kiyko asked,

"Hn,"

"I remember that!" Miroku said, "I was there."

Kikyo turned fully to the demon Lord, "Then it is up to you and you alone; we will not find answers here."

"Explain,"

"You can stop her power." She stated, holding the book under her arm, "You need to make a decision."

"Is it not her choice?" He asked,

"Kagome would rather die than be forced to end her pregnancy; it would go against everything she is." Miroku pointed out,

"Your choice," Kikyo stated again and firmly, and both she and Miroku were looking dead at him. His choice?

"She may do as she wishes," He wasn't ready to come to terms yet; within her, she carried a half-breed, half-demon, half-power, just like this brother, the one he cursed so many times over.

"No," Kikyo stated,

He glared at her. Did she just tell him no?

"Do you wish to greet death again, Miko?"

"Would you so easily kill a pregnant woman?" She asked of herself; a life grew within her, too. He would be an uncle to a human. First, the thought made him angry, but then his thoughts drifted to Rin, but Rin was different; Rin was not his; his blood did not run through her, but every time he thought that, he also thought it was a shame; she would die too soon as she was and how easy his blood could sustain her if she had been his.

"You have to make a choice; if they are to live, she will need to be with you."

His honor was telling him he had to, but did he want to? Sesshomaru was never one to do what other people wanted, only what he wanted, and this was not all his fault, yet it wasn't all hers either. He was more to blame than her, and he knew it.

The least he could do was save her and their unborn child.

"Bring her when she is in need." That didn't mean she had to be with him, and once the child was born, he would leave them to their own device; what she did with their child was up to her, and he could teach it nothing.

Kikyo's eyes became dark. "Right now, Inuyasha is beside her, offering what little demonic power he has to keep her at bay; she will soon be in pain; it is not as simple as bringing her to you whenever," She snapped. "Do you think it is easy to travel in this condition?"

"I concur; I am no longer concerned with what is inconvenient for you, Lord Sesshomaru," Miroku said with a clear look of concentration on his face. "With all due respect."

They were either brave or foolish; how dare they come here and talk to him like that, respect or no respect.

"She cannot be moved without you; Inuyasha can only help for so long while it is still early, " Kikyo pressed on. "You will come with us if your decision is to save them."

Kikyo looked at Miroku and bowed her head, him back at her, then they began to walk out.

"Are you coming?" She then asked,

His gold eyes held strong against her own brown ones when she turned around, breaking it. He had to decide.

He would save them, but only once; whatever happened after the child's birth would be no concern of his.