Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unwritten ❯ Chapter Four: Well THAT Wasn't Expected... ( Chapter 4 )

If we listen to each others' heart

You'll find we're never too far apart

And maybe love is the reason why

For the first time ever

We're seeing this eye-to-eye

A Goofy Movie- Eye-to-Eye

 

Chapter four- Well THAT wasn't expected

 

“Kagome, I really don't advise that you leave just yet,” Kurama sighed as he followed the determined young woman from his bedroom door to the front door of his penthouse. He had slight bags under his eyes and he could barely think straight with having to yawn every other minute; thanks to an obnoxious kitsune in his head. Yoko had let Kurama fall asleep easily, but it was fitful. The kitsune plagued poor Kurama with erotic thoughts of Kagome, both pregnant and not. Sometimes it was Kagome with Yoko, or Kurama, and sometimes it was with both. Either way, Kurama had woken up at five in the morning to take a cold shower…. An icy, icy cold shower. He had just come out of the bath room in his plush dark blue bathrobe, patting and ruffling his mane dry again with a fluffy terry cloth towel when he saw Kagome march out of his room with determination, mumbling a quick goodbye as she headed for the door.

“By the way, where are my clothes?” she asked.

“Dryer.” He yelped his answer as the small woman before him suddenly stopped her strides for the door and nearly caused him to topple over her in nothing but a robe.

{Is that really such a bad scenario?} Yoko taunted with a slow, devious smirk rising on his devilish face when Kurama stiffened.

“You okay?” Kagome asked, a bit taken aback when Kurama's spine suddenly went very straight and stiff.

“Ju-Just an unwanted cool updraft.” He excused.

“This is why men don't wear skirts…. Unless they're Scottish.” She shrugged and moved on by him towards the back room where the dryer and washer were in the laundry/Yusuke's old room.

Kurama laughed nervously behind her as he inwardly cursed the laughing kitsune that was rolling around inside his head laughing like a loony toon.

“Let's see…” Kurama heard Kagome think out loud as he approached the laundry room door and froze again.

`This woman will be the death of me. I'm sure of it!' he suppressed a groan.

Kagome was bent over slightly at the waist. One hand covered over her stomach protectively while the other sifted around in the clothes, taking out a few articles at a time and placed them in a laundry basket that lay beside the machine at the ready. The large shirt Kurama had given her rode up her behind to just below her hips, giving Kurama a view that made most straight men's mouths water, and he was no exception to the rule.

{If this is our death, kill me slowly!} Yoko gawked.

“Hmm, Mine….. mine…. Not mine, not mine,” Kagome mumbled to herself as she separated the load of clothing that was a mix of both Kurama's and hers since he needed to do a load last night anyway. She slowly straightened as she paused, turning around to face him with a smirk, “Naughty, naughty, Minamino-san,” she tsked.

Kurama jumped startled- did she catch him gawking? Why was she smirking at him then? Was she devious deep down and not really the shy maiden he thought?

“H-Huh?” he couldn't stop the blush that crept up his neck as his wide green eyes stayed firmly locked on her face, not trusting them to linger anywhere else on her delectably pregnant body.

“You own a G-string thong!” she giggled.

“A-a-wha?” he noticed she was twirling a tiny piece of black cloth on her left index finger, “Whatthehell??” he yelped. He seriously didn't remember buying that!

“It IS yours… isn't it?” Kagome jerked it out of his reach when he lunged to try and snatch it away from her.

“No!” he barked in embarrassment, “I've never owned something like that!”

Kagome's eyes sparkled in laughter. Her impression of Minamino-sensei had been a cool-calm, level headed guy. Always suave and never getting worked up, but seeing him like this made her heart flutter in ways that were strange and exciting- this was the REAL Minamino-san. And he was comfortable enough to let her glimpse this side of him- his shy side!

He made to snatch it again, but she jerked it away again, twirling out of his reach slightly, “Ah, so it's your yaoi lover then? It's a mans' G-string and if it's not yours then….?” She teased, holding in the bursting bubbles of laughter at the way his eyes became enlarged even more than before in terror almost.

“Y-y-y-y-YAOI?” Kurama stuttered, “I.AM.NOT.GAY!”

“You must get teased about that a lot for you to react THAT strongly.” Kagome observed.

“It's probably Yusuke's anyway.” Kurama tried to calm himself as he started to straighten himself, but his blush gave him away. Damn it!

“Yusuke now? So he married this Keiko person only as a cover up for your relationship?” she then seemed to remember something, “Hmm, I think there's a Keiko living in the same apartment complex as me. Heh heh! Imagine if it's the same girl! That means he's playing both of you!” she wasn't really suggesting such a thing, but seeing Kurama's face redden to a shade darker than his own hair made her want to laugh.

That did it.

“I TOLD YOU I'M NOT GAY! AND NO! NOT YUSUKE, NOT LIKE THAT!” Kurama hissed, earning a burst of laughter from Kagome. Though the sound made his ears preen with the pleasure of being able to hear the melodious tone, he was still infuriated that she was teasing him about the G-string. As soon as she seemed too lost in her laughter, he made a quickly, calculative strike for the offending undergarment, startling Kagome.

Her breath caught in her throat as she jerked her hand away to avoid him, but it threw her off balance and sent her falling backward. She cried out in surprise on her way down, tensing and curling around her baby protectively, but two strong arms caught her around her torso. They paused at the odd angle before Kurama couldn't stand, supporting them both at the very odd angle and sent them tumbling down on soft used towels waiting to be washed.

Kurama made sure that he didn't put any of his weight on her stomach during the fall instinctively, aware of the fragile life within her he could harm unknowingly. This put most of his weight on his upper body and legs. Her gasp made him realize that he'd landed with his head buried between Kagome's highly sensitive breasts and he quickly sat up.

“S-Sorry, about that!” he jerked up, now on his hands and knees above her. Their eyes locked as soon as they were eye level and the world around them froze. Emerald-green were caught up in chocolate-brown as they both held their breath in anticipation.

Kagome's eyes widened as she noticed that Kurama's green eyes were slowly fading away to gold… a gold that made her heart beat faster and faster- was she imagining it? Through her eyes, she saw golden eyes, silvery white mane and two little doggy ears staring down at her again after so long, `Inuyasha…'

 

Kurama didn't move while Kagome's small, cool to the touch hands slid up his chest, shoulders and neck to cup his cheeks. Her brown eyes grew warmer and more loving, as if he were the only thing in her world and it made his heart speed fast enough to earn fifty speeding tickets! Yoko had wanted to be a part of this interesting encounter so he had forced himself closer to the surface, changing their eyes from green to gold and that's when both halves of the spirit were shocked as two small feminine hands traveled over their body to cup their cheeks, slowly encouraging them to lean down closer to the enticing woman beneath them.

Kagome rose to meet him when they were only inches apart, capturing his lips in a soft kiss that had Kurama going wild on the inside as she gave him a taste of herself with her small tongue slowly begging his own to answer her pleas. As Kurama quickly succumbed to the addictive kiss, he noticed her strange approach to it- she was begging him, not in the needy way of an aroused woman ready to get down and dirty, but a woman who was hurt and missing something dear to her. Did she even realize what she was doing?

There was a sudden sound of metal scraping against metal and pavement outside that jarred Kagome back to her senses. Her vision of Inuyasha faded away as golden eyes melted back to deep emerald. She jerked away from Kurama in surprise and shoved him off of her. Utterly confused, Kurama stayed sitting on his ankles while Kagome gathered up her clothes and rushed out the doorway, keeping her head low to hide her eyes under her bangs, but she couldn't hide the bright blush that marred her ivory skin. She paused at the door, “I-I-I'm Sorry!” she quickly said with a terrified stutter as if she were scared to death of something, “I, I'll change and then leave for my apartment, okay?” she quickly rushed out as Kurama hurried to stand and follow her.

“Kagome, wait-!” but he was too late. As soon as he escaped the doorway of the laundry room, she had already closed and locked the door to the bathroom.

{I think you just introduced us to our own personal heaven, Red} Yoko purred.

“She was terrified!” Kurama hissed under his breath, as if disgusted with himself. Not because he didn't enjoy the kiss she initiated, but because he DID. Because he enjoyed it and she seemed terrified about something with it.

{We must look like her past lover.} Yoko shrugged {Easy enough to overcome.} He didn't seem too worried about the fact that Kagome was terrified about what just happened.

Before Kurama could retort, the bathroom door was swung open and Kagome was once again dressed in her clothes from yesterday. Her tight jeans still caught his attention and she still looked like a goddess when she was dressed as when she was covered only in his over-sized sleep shirt. She had haphazardly pulled back her hair into a low ponytail that bobbed with her sharp steps as she once again strode for the door, another strange scraping sound of metal on concrete making both Kurama and Kagome wince as she reached it.

“What the hell is that?” she furrowed her brow, not looking at him directly, but at the window behind him.

“Kagome,” he tried again.

“Oh, never mind, I gotta go..” Kagome quickly excused as she let herself out the door, “Thank you sooo much for helping me last night, Sensei.” Ooh that hurt. Now she wouldn't even say his family name. He was just `Sensei'…

{You gotta quit that job.} Yoko grumbled.

“Kagome, wait-!” and the door was closed. Kurama rushed to it, in pursuit of her. Not caring if his neighbors saw him in his bathrobe. It was long enough and fairly fluffy too, so it wasn't that indecent, “Kagome….?”

The outside of Kurama's door was an open air hallway that led to the stairs and elevators on the other end. Down below was a perfect view of the parking lot and street that the high-class apartment complex stood by, but what caught Kagome's eye was what looked like her Toyota truck…. TOTALED and being dragged through a portal in broad daylight by a few ogres that worked in Rekai. Kurama came up behind her, looking over the brick wall that acted as the railing and sighed in exasperation.

“Oh god, not now….” He pleaded.

“What…. Happened to my truck?” Kagome whispered.

“About that…. I can get it replaced,” Kurama started.

“What?!” she demanded, “What happened last night while I was out, and why is my truck a hunk of metal now?” her deadly tone had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end in alarm.

“Rhino demon smashed it when I brought you to your house, so I called Yusuke and Hiei to help me move it to the back of my apartment behind the dumpsters so it wouldn't cause a scene-,”

“Wait, wait, wait- RHINO DEMON!” she gawked and then her aura seemed to burst into dark blue flames of fury around her as her anger flared, “I WAS ATTACKED TWICE LAST NIGHT??”

“Well you were attacked by the lioness, and then fainted, remember? So I doubt you would have remembered the rhino anyway…” Kurama was now babbling.

“WHERE IS IT?!”

“Huh?” Kurama had to hold back the urge to shrink away from Kagome when she got in his face- and this time she wasn't planning on kissing him, but it rather looked like she would claw his eyes out if he answered wrong.

“THE DEMON!”

“D-dead”

“Good- I'd have done it myself!” she huffed, “now where are they taking my trashed up truck?” she demanded.

“Rekai.”

“Why?”

“It was a demon-related event.”

“So?”

“It goes to Rekai.”

“MINAMINO!” she barked, “Stop with the short answers and just tell me what's going to happen now? I need a car!”

{Well at least you're not `Sensei'} Yoko shrugged.

Before Kurama could answer, his cell phone went off. He flipped it open out of habit and Koenma's face showed up on the small screen, “Let me speak to Kagome.”

“How did you know I was with her?” Kurama raised a dark brow.

“I know all. Now let me speak to Lady Kagome.” Koenma shrugged. Kurama grudgingly handed his phone over to the bewildered Kagome. Really, she thought she would have been used to the weird and the strange after her time with Inuyasha, but she still found a sense of awe at every new twist she came across, “Let me apologize for the unfortunate circumstances of your truck, Lady Kagome.”

“It was your fault?” Kagome's brow furrowed in question.

“Well… kinda, sorta, maybe?” Koenma meekly replied, batting his suddenly large puppy dog brown eyes.

“What did you do?” Kurama demanded, not liking the feeling this brought on.

“Well, Ms. Kagome has been attacked more than the other women that have been victims of the demon ongoings, so we released a captured rogue near her apartment to see if it would bypass her since she's already been targeted before, or it still went after her- and now we know that it is in fact Kagome that the demons are going after and not just random human women who happen to be pregnant.” Koenma explained in a quick rush.

“YOU PUT KAGOME'S LIFE IN DANGER ON A WHIM BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO KNOW THAT?!” Kurama burst out in anger. He saw red in his vision as his eyes flared gold and then flashed red.

“Easy now, Kurama, we knew you were with her at the time since our sensors picked up both of your ki's near one another. We wouldn't have done it if we weren't sure you would have been there to protect her!” Koenma defended.

“THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!” the fox snarled, snatching the cell out of Kagome's hand.

“Wait a minute.” Kagome snatched the cell back and then glared at the screen with the squirming `baby'. Koenma started sweating in fear as Kagome kept staring him down. Then her face relaxed into an utterly confused expression, “Why is there a talking baby on this cell screen?”

Koenma fell out of his chair in surprise and Kurama sighed in defeat. His anger deflating, “Gods, Kagome….” He sighed, but had to smile at her confused look that reminded him of a curious puppy with the way she tilted her head at the screen, utterly fascinated.

“Ms. Kagome, I assure you, I am plenty old enough to talk.” Koenma replied stiffly as he climbed back into his seat, “In fact, this is only a form I must take to preserve my awesome almighty powers as a Rekai prince.” He puffed his chest out proudly.

“So what are you going to do about my truck now?” she ignored his obvious boast, instantly deflating the poor Rekai prince's ego boost.

{Ah, another talent our vixen has.} Yoko grinned, utterly enjoying how Kagome was treating the most powerful prince of the three worlds like a spoiled child.

“Right, that's what I had called about. We wanted to make it up to you,” Koenma replied, gritting his teeth.

“Oh really…. I'm listening.” Kagome quirked a suspecting brow.

“We will provide you with a new car of your choosing.” The prince sighed, “That rhino really did a number on that poor thing” he muttered as Kagome noticed her truck was now being dragged across the screen behind Koenma. She glanced down at the parking lot where she had originally spotted it to see both her hunk of metal and the portal gone and people were walking the streets again as if nothing had happened. It amazed her that they could cover up something like that.

“Any car….?” She drawled with a smirk.

“So long as you accept that you are now under the surveillance of Rekai seeing as you are being targeted by an odd occurrence of organized lower demons.” Koenma nodded.

“I don't need protection.” Kagome's smirk instantly fell.

“Don't need a car?”

She glared at him and paused, “It better be ANY car and I choose the gadgets that go inside of it, interior, color, engine, the whole works. A custom car.”

“Done. Do we have a bargain?” Koenma clarified while he waggled his brows.

“Fine. I will not resist the `protection' as soon as I get my new car.” She grinned, “However, I refuse it until I have the keys to my new custom car.”

“But you need it now!” Koenma balked.

“No car no protection. As soon as I get the car, I will ALLOW your protection. Till then, I'm a free woman.” She grinned devilishly at the prince that just fell into her trap.

{Oh god, she's sexy when she smirks like that….} Yoko was practically panting like an overheated dog {So deviously innocent…. I think I'm in love!}

`Down boy.' Kurama rolled his eyes, but he had to admit, this side of Kagome was very… seductively enticing.

“Guess I'll see you later, princy.” She flashed a peace-sign at the screen and handed the cell to Kurama, “Looks like I'm walking.”

“I'll drive you back to your place.” Kurama offered, and she nodded her acceptance.

“Oi, Kurama! Don't ignore me when I'm not finished talking with you!” Koenma snapped. The cell phone seemed to buzz with the small prince's agitation as Kurama and Kagome started to walk for the parking lot down the elevator.

“I will send Botan to pick up Lady Kagome's preferences at her apartment. She will meet you there.” The prince informed.

“Is that all?” Kurama sighed.

“Well I-,”

“Good.” Kurama flipped the phone closed again, hanging up on the prince.

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“B-Bu-But, Kagome,” Botan stuttered, “Isn't an… American Mustang, not very well…. Suited for a baby?” the ice-blue haired woman was ready and waiting for Kurama and Kagome when Kagome unlocked her front door to the apartment. She magically pulled out a pen and note pad from her pink kimono eagerly as soon as she saw Kagome's agitated form enter the living room.

 

“Let me finish, Botin.” Kagome insisted as she crossed her legs at the ankle, relaxing in her rocking chair across from where Botan and Kurama sat on the extended couch on opposite ends.

“Bo-tan” Botan corrected.

“Oh, I'm sorry about that.” Kagome winced, “Bad with names.” She excused and then cleared her throat, “As I was saying- It WILL be an American Mustang with four doors, the back seat large enough for a baby carrier, sun roof, voice automated access so it cannot be stolen just by having someone steal the keys. Black leather seats, cruise control, digital radio, volume control on the wheel,..” and she went on and on, listing off her requirements to her dream car- the American Mustang. Sure she'd be one of the few Japanese MOTHERS to have one, but hers would be baby-sensitive, “Be sure and have it baby-proofed.” She said as a side note.

“Baby-proof?” Kurama raised a brow. The requirements she listed were ridiculously thorough, and it surprised him that Kagome knew ANYTHING about automotives, but then again, she was known to surprise him continuously. Apparently, American cars were somewhat of a hobby for her. Especially this company called “Ford”. She seemed to like trucks.

{You know what they say about women who like big machines} Yoko smirked {They don't settle for `little' men. They like `power'.}

`I'm sure that's what they really say, Yoko….' Kurama rolled his eyes while Kagome and Botan were chattering back and forth about add-ons to put on the Mustang.

“Oh, we should have Koenma sound-proof it, so the baby can sleep easily inside on car rides!” Botan chimed.

“I like the way you think Boten.” Kagome grinned.

“Bo-tan” Botan corrected half-heartedly.

“Sorry.” Kagome uttered before taking Botan's offered list of the Mustang's requirements, “Wow, I'm excited to see what it'll look like! I've only seen a real Mustang up close once when a foreigner drove down the street in one!” she sighed heavily in a dreamy way, “It was love at first glance.”

“Thought you wanted a truck again.” Kurama rolled his eyes, “You were babbling on and on about the one you lost to the demon all the way here.”

“And WHOSE fault is THAT?” she demanded, glaring at him.

“I didn't exactly invite the rhino maniac to ram it- that was Koenma's fault.” Kurama defended as he held up his hands to show he meant no harm.

“Humph.” Kagome sat back in the plush rocking chair, “Says the guy that drives not a car, but a Harley. Why didn't you tell me you drive a motorcycle?” she pouted.

“Somehow I figured you'd ignore everything else I said after I mentioned that I own one and go day dreaming about driving it yourself.” He sighed, plopping his chin down to rest in his up turned palm.

“Of course!” Kagome and Botan giggled.

`Machine-loving woman….' Kurama blew his bangs out of his eyes.

“Okay, now all we need is… what color do you want it?” Botan furrowed her brow, “Funny, I usually cover that first!” she giggled with Kagome. They really had good chemistry going between the two of them. They acted like old high school friends meeting up after some time apart or something.

“Hmm, how about…. Sapphire blue?” Kagome thought for a moment.

Botan tried to picture the dream car in her head with the color and grinned, “I think your kid will have all the other kiddies on the play ground jealous after they see you pick them up in this hot-stud machine!”

“It's only a `Stud-machine' if a `stud' drives it.” No one but Kagome was surprised to suddenly find Hiei raiding Kagome's freezer searching out her stash of double-chocolate ice-cream. Once he found it, the fire demon sought out a large spoon and sat down at the booth-table on the side of the kitchen, savoring the sweet chocolaty treat.

“What are you doing with MY ice-cream?” Kagome scoffed.

“He has an incurable sweet tooth.” Kurama explained and then turned to address Hiei over the back of the couch, “But really, Hiei. That is rude. She barely even knows you and yet you go raiding her kitchen the first time you're allowed in her home.”

“Who says this is the first time?” Hiei quirked a taunting brow, knowing that stung at the Kitsune's ego, “Oh, is this your first time here, fox?” he smirked as he popped another large spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth while Kurama silently fumed.

“Wait, you mean you've been in my apartment before?” Kagome growled, “Stalker much?”

“Hn.” Hiei shrugged, “I don't expect you to remember anything onna. You were unconscious when I brought you back a few times before erasing your memories on your bed.” He glanced at Kurama, smirking as the fox caught on that he hadn't just said `brought her home' but rather `on her bed'. That left the door wide open for any misunderstandings the fox would likely come up with, and hours of entertainment for Hiei to watch the self-assured fox squirm.

“That's right, you're a stalker and a mind-violator now.” Kagome rolled her eyes, promptly ignoring the fire demon now, “If I find all of my double-chocolate ice-cream goodness gone tomorrow morning, there will be HELL to pay, Spiky.” She threatened.

“Been there, done that.” Hiei replied off-handedly with a roll of his eyes, “To threaten a real demon, onna, you gotta do better than that.”

Kagome snarled in fury at him, but quickly deflated her anger when Botan stood up, “Botan?” hey! She said it right this time!

“I must be going to hand this over to Koenma if you want your new dream car to come true!” she giggled behind her hand, “Lord Koenma will get a KICK outta this!” and with that, the giggling grim-reaper summoned a portal, hopped on her suddenly appearing oar and then flew into the portal that disappeared behind her with a strange `popping' noise.

“Is she always so bubbly?” Kagome smiled softly.

“Yes. To the point of nausea.” Hiei grumbled.

“Botan is certainly the one that's optimistic all the time in our little circle-of-friends.” Kurama smiled with a shrug.

“Uh-hmm,” Kagome looked to her grandfather clock that stood tall in the corner of the living room when it announced with deep tones that it was nearing midnight, “Shouldn't you boys head for home about now?” she crossed her arms expectantly.

“You're under surveillance, remember?” Kurama excused, stretching his arms above his head and then proceeding to stretch out on her long couch since Botan no longer occupied it. He folded his arms behind his head and made himself so comfortable it was obvious he wasn't moving for a while.

“I remember agreeing that little piece of hell would start AFTER I receive my mustang.” She reminded him with a smirk, “So, you are not needed as of yet.”

“What's the difference of a day count?” Hiei retorted mildly as he started to scrape the bottom of the ice-cream container for any scraps he might have left.

“All the difference in the world to me.” Kagome insisted as she started to stand, “I insist that you leave me be for now. A deal is a deal.”

“But we're demon thieves.” Kurama's eyes flashed that eerie golden that sent shivers of recognition down her spine, “And thieves rarely tell the truth, so deals are worthless.”

“Stop changing your eye color like that and get lost. Both of you. I mean it!” Kagome stomped her foot and pointed to the door, “NOW!”

Hiei shrugged, “Saves me the suffocation of being FORCED here.” He shrugged as he started to leave.

“Good thing nobody's FORCING you to stay.” Kagome snorted, not knowing why that flippant comment made her heart strings sting slightly, “And if it's so bothersome, don't bother coming back when your team actually has to.” She huffed.

Hiei paused to watch her out of the corner of his eye at the door and then smirked lightly, “See you tomorrow, then, Onna.”

“Gods! What is it with demons?” she wanted to pull her hair out almost, “it's KAGOME! KA-GO-ME! TAKE A PICTURE!”

She whirled violent eyes blazed with furious fire on the laughing red head that slapped a hand over his mouth to try and stifle the laughter he couldn't hold back, “That means YOU too, bud.” She growled.

“Really now,” Kurama stood up gracefully and was suddenly very much in her personal space. His hand tucked back a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her shoulder back behind her ear as his eyes did that weird thing that made her heart pound harder the longer he looked upon her like that, “With you getting this worked up, you could harm the baby, Kagome.” He whispered, capturing her mocha gaze for a moment. His ego swelled drastically when he realized that he really did have an effect on her as she stared back at him helplessly as she lost herself for a moment in his deep emerald eyes. Thing was, however, he was just as lost in her own.

Until she snapped out of it, “I believe the door is that way.” She turned him around and lightly pushed his back towards the door, withdrawing her hands from him quickly as if touching him burned her.

He looked over his shoulder at her, noting the deep blush marring her ivory skin and smiled disarmingly, “Very well, if that's what you really want.”

“Oh it is.” Kagome reassured.

Kurama chuckled as he made his way to the door, “Goodnight, Kagome.” He said as he closed the door behind him, “Sweet dreams, love” he whispered once it was closed and he heard her lock it.

“Good night…. Kurama.” Kagome whispered to the closed door.

As she got ready for bed and lifted the thin bed sheets for her to climb under, Kagome opened the window halfway to let the summer breeze filter in and help keep out the stuffy air of the hot apartment. She fell asleep relatively faster than she usually had during her pregnancy as she lightly hugged the growing lump of her stomach where she felt her child shift a little bit. The baby was getting more restless lately. She just knew tonight was going to be one of those nights where the child would make it a mission to wake up mommy for no reason, but she was content with that…. It just goes to show that she had a lively baby to look forward to. Just like Inuyasha had been….

“Inuyasha….” She whispered as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her long lost love.

Hiei sat on the fire escape a few feet across from Kagome's window. It was a newly developed habit he was getting into- lounging somewhere across from her window at night. He told himself it was because if a demon attacked, he didn't want to have to RACE to her rescue- that this was more logical, but a part of him knew that was a lie…. And it would be a continuous lie for now. Hiei wouldn't think about things too deeply. When he did that, it made him no different than those with humanity in them like Kurama and Yusuke: letting their emotions control their actions. That wasn't Hiei…. Right?

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