She had no idea...
She didn't even know what hit her, really. She had closed her eyes and released her scent and then before even a second passed, something hit her, and then all went quiet.
Was she dead, she let out a breath. No, if she was breathing, then she was not dead. She felt warm though,
Slowly Kagome opened her eyes only to come face to face with Sesshomaru, he had one arm around her, her body pushed up against his. He was looking at her oddly, with emotion yet confusion in his eyes.
She then looked passed him, Naraku stood, unmoving, he too was looking oddly at her.
"Kagome!" She heard her friends call,
Why was Sesshomaru still holding her and why was Naraku frozen?
"Kagome!" Her friends called again as they ran up,
Inuyasha was in front, but once he was 10 feet away he stopped and frozen in place, halting everyone else. "Kagome," He whispered,
Kagome looked from Inuyasha to Sesshomaru "Are, are you ok?" She asked Sesshomaru, it felt odd doing so but she was confused,
"Miko," He said it soft, like a whisperer, it was scary coming from him,
"Did, I do something wrong?" She asked confused,
A laugh was heard, Kagome looked passed Sesshomaru to Naraku,
"Did you do something wrong? Silly girl, how good is this!" He was laughing,
"How good is, what?" Were they really having a conversation right now, was he not just trying to kill her?
Wait,
She gasp,
She was supposed to die,
"I was supposed to die," She looked at Sesshomaru,
"You saved me."
"Yes, he did save you didn't he, I was wondering why you were hiding your scent, but now I see, keeping secrets are we," Naraku said, amused,
"Keeping secrets?" Oh dear, could it be they could smell Sesshomaru on her, but then again, he was holding her right now so, of course, his scent would be on her.
"You are not aware, Miko?" Sesshomaru slightly tilted his head,
"Aware of what?"
Slowly Sesshomaru released her back and ran his hand from around her, to her side, and stopped on her flat tummy, it sent many chills up her spine. It was odd to see Sesshomaru in such a display, he was not one for touching. His eyes followed his hand,
"I can smell it, and even now, feel it, yet I know not why," He said, from his tone, it sounded as if he was speaking to himself,
"Feel, what?" She whispered,
He looked at her,
"My child."