At the age of sixty, Kagome finally moved West.
Rin had died, and now they were both lonely all over again. And while she was old, she wasn't old like the other humans. Most of her age looked near death.
She smelled it anyway; she did not.
She didnt move in the him, but close by.
Inuyasha came to.
It wasn't what she once dreamed of, not what she pictured for her family. A bored, heated, lost dog demon friend and a never-aging beautiful once lover, not lover.
Spring turned to Winter, and Inuyasha left. He could not stand to see her age either.
"Sesshomaru," Kagome spoke his name, now sitting in his home, drinking tea. "Do you think you will ever mate?"
"I do not foresee it,"
"But why?"
"If I have not found it now, it is as lost to me as brother's sword was,"
"You still have time and those in which to choose from," She pointed out.
He looked at her wondering what brought this on.
"One day, you may regret it,"
He wanted to say he already did, and that was an arrow he had not seen coming.
"Kagome,"
She looked down at her tea,
"I would have-" He started to say,
"Dont," She spoke. "Dont say it,"
His eyebrows drew down in confusion,
"Saying that will kill me," Their eyes met.
He could not and would not say that he would have given her children. Not now. That was not fair, and it was far too late, and she was right.
He was cruel, but not that cruel.
It was that night that he knew he wouldn't have children either.
He didnt have the desire, and he was quite sure he never would.
Now, he understood her feelings when she had turned fifty. It was his turn to mourn it, so he stood and took his leave of her.
He didnt want to hurt her.
He pulled the arrow out of his chest again.