Future

That night, the night where I had thought to flee from the past, I instead found my future.

I had lost and I had been lost. I had caused pain and I had suffered. I had watched the fall of others and in turn I had fallen as well.

But through it all he had been there. He had been the one to find me in the darkness. He had been the one to heal my wounds. He had been the one to catch me from a fall that would have taken more than my life.

Sesshomaru.

He had been my light, my life, and my savior. And that night, under a blanket of stars, he had given me even more. He took me in his arms, wrapping me in his strength and his love, and brought me to heights I could never have imagined.

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A/N: This chapter has been censored because I have no desire to change the rating of this fic.

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He kissed me with fervor, his lips searing against mine in a dance of fire older than thought and deeper than feeling. I had become lost in it, giving myself over to sensation until my body would react on its own and draw me away for air. But even then he would only smile at me from behind the amber surface of his eyes, and continue leaving hot kisses across my burning skin.

His hands traveled my body, memorizing every curve, tracing every sensitive line. I would gasp with a mixture of surprise and pleasure when I felt those hands slipping beneath a layer of cloth as he teased my clothing loose around me. But he wasn't alone in his exploration, because my hands too had found their way past the barrier of his garments, traveling across his flawless skin, felling the tensing and shifting of his muscles as he moved against me.

I was so lost in the passion of the moment and the exhilaration of his heated caress, that I hardly noticed when he laid me back on the ground to rest against the soft fur of his Mokomoko-sama. However, when I was resting comfortably against the soft pelt, I took a moment to look at him. A moment to see his long silver hair which shimmered like a pearl in the moonlight as it cascaded down around me, a moment to see the flawless tone of his body and the stark contrast of his pale skin against the dark backdrop of the night, a moment to trace the sharp lines of crimson marking his body with deadly warnings of the poison that lay beneath the surface, a moment to watch the flecks of gold in his eyes swirling together with streaks of amber and burning crimson.

He was so incredible, so perfect, that I found myself becoming self-conscious of the inevitable flaws of my mortal body. My arms came up to wrap around my chest as I fought against feelings of inadequacy and bashfulness, but he would have none of it. Sesshomaru took my hands gently in his own and raised them above my head. He held my hands in place, giving him a full and uninhibited view of my body.

"You are beautiful," He whispered to me, his velvet voice deep with lustful passion and alleviating all fears and doubts from my mind.

And then his lips were on mine again, and again I became lost in the dance. He brought me with him to the soaring heights of ecstasy. Our bodies joined, the heated friction between us with each languid stroke and each burning pulse of our hearts; bringing us again past new limits of discovery.

The burning of my body became nearly unbearable in the face of such attentions, and deep within me I could feel the fires building and growing, begging for their release. The world around me seemed to melt into the distance, leaving nothing but for me and him and the feeling. Time slowed to a crawl as my body reacted to his touch and caress. Then, with a suddenness that was overwhelming, everything was brought back to the present as the walls holding passion's fire at bay crumbled, and the wild inferno tore loose to wrack my body with violent spasms of pure ecstasy.

He lowered himself to me for one last passionate kiss before he turned on his side and brought me up to lie across his chest. I sighed contentedly and relaxed against him. As my eyes closed, I could feel the soft breezes of the night washing away the heat of my body, but I knew that the fire that burned within me for him would never be cooled.

"I love you," I whispered to him when I found myself on the boarders of dreams; and then I let myself fall into their trappings, knowing that even there, Sesshomaru would find a way to catch me in my fall.

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"Miroku?"

The monk turned to face me. He looked surprised with a mix of guilt as well. It was a look of someone who had just been caught doing something they were most definitely not supposed to be doing. However, the fact that he couldn't hide the lecherous smirk working its way onto his lips was giving a pretty good idea of what had been on the monk's mind.

But that just begged the question.

"Miroku, what are you doing with my tape recorder?"

"What this?" He asked innocently as he raised the little piece of equipment before him. "Nothing really. It was just lying around and I thought I would put it away for you, Kagome."

I was far from convinced, especially since a lecherous gleam was beginning to appear in his eyes. I was not about to fall for Miroku's innocent routine. I know him far too well for that.

"Give me that." I said to him, reaching out my hand for the recorder.

"Actually," he said as he pulled the recorder away from me, "I was thinking that, given you condition, it would be best if I were to deliver this to the scribe for you."

"My condition? You say that as though I'm sick or something. I am perfectly capable of delivering that story to the scribe. Besides, it's not like I was planning on going alone or anything, Sesshomaru would be coming with me. It is our story after all. Now give it to me."

Miroku hesitated for a moment, but then relented the recorder over to me. I looked at the machine suspiciously for a moment, and then up at the guilty looking monk in front of me. There was definitely something off with this picture, and I WAS going to find out what.

I turned my attention back to the voice-recorder. The tape was nearly at the end, but I knew that I had already rewound the tape for when I would deliver it to the writer. As a test, I rewound a portion of the tape and then pressed play. I was confused when I heard Miroku's voice instead of my own.

"-Our bodies joined, the heated friction between us with each languid stroke and each burning pulse of our hearts; bringing us again past new limits of discovery.-"

I shot the monk across from me a glare that conveyed the entirety of my disgust for what I was hearing. But, unfortunately, my curiosity had been peaked, and I couldn't resist rewinding a larger portion of the tape to find out just what story the monk had been conveying.

When I pressed play again, I heard the last recoding that I had done coming to an end.

"-But through it all he had been there. He had been the one to find me in the darkness. He had been the one to heal my wounds. He had been the one to catch me from a fall that would have taken more than my life.

Sesshomaru.

He had been my light, my life, and my savior. And that night, under a blanket of stars, he had given me even more. He took me in his arms, wrapping me in his strength and his love, and brought me to heights I could never have imagined.-"

But then, after my recoding had ended, Miroku's voice took the stage.

"-He kissed me with fervor, his lips searing against mine in a dance of fire older than thought and deeper than feeling. I had become lost in it, giving myself over to sensation until my body would react on its own and would draw me away for air. But even then he would only smile at me from behind the amber surface of his eyes, and continue leaving hot kisses across my burning skin…-"

My mouth was hanging open in shock by the time I had finished listening to the recording. I wish I could say that the dryness I was experiencing in my mouth that tempted me to moisten my lips with my tongue, was due to that shock; but the wetness between my legs begged to differ.

I was abhorred, but at the same time, entirely turned on. It was a very confusing feeling and I had to take a moment to reason through my response.

The whole thing was completely improper. However, dreaded as I am to say it, Miroku's telling of the scene was…almost…tasteful? Mind you, I was terribly disturbed that Miroku would even be capable of recoding such an encounter, especially since said encounter had happened between Sesshomaru and I, and the monk had not been involved in ANY way. But what was most disturbing was that Miroku had related the tale in the first person perspective, and it had been MY perspective that he had taken!

"HENTAI!" I screamed at the monk when I had finally settled on a response I believed appropriate.

"But Kagome-sama," He pleaded as he began backing away from me, his hands raised before him in defense, "I was just trying to give your story a proper ending."

"My story had an ending!" I screeched. "I didn't need your input!"

"How else were you planning on explaining how you became pregnant?" he asked innocently. "I knew you wouldn't be able to find the words, so I thought that you would appreciate my help."

"Miroku!" I was far from pleased. Just because his hentai mind couldn't imagine a story without some raunchy sex scene, doesn't mean that my story needed to have one! "Even children understand the concept of the birds and the bees, but that doesn't mean that it is necessary to include the details!"

Miroku sighed heavily. "My apologies Lady Kagome. I did not mean to upset you. Please forgive me?"

"Just keep your perverted self away from my stuff from now on!" I told him in a huff and then whirled about and walked out of the house.

I had already made it about half-way back to where I had left Sango when I realized that because of my confrontation with Miroku I had completely forgot the whole reason why I had returned to the house in the first place. That reason, however, was made very clear to me again when a shifting from my belly pressed against my bladder in a very painful way.

I groaned as I looked back at where I had come from. The house was so far away! I wasn't sure if I could make it back in time. And I also didn't really want to meet up with Miroku again. I was still flushed with something between anger and arousal from the last encounter…and that in itself was disturbing.

Another pressing against my poor, abused bladder had me groaning at the unfairness of it all. But then I had an idea. The bushes just off to my right seemed to be calling my name with their leafy innocence. Who am I to ignore the call of nature? So, with that in mind, I made my way into the bushes.

When I emerged from the bushes, I was much relieved. I sighed in pleasurable emptiness and enjoyed the feeling that I just knew wouldn't last very long thanks to two very rambunctious children playing war within my belly, before I continued on my way to where I had last left Sango. On my way to meet up with her though, I found my thoughts drifting back to Miroku's…addition…to my story. By the time I reached Sango I was justifiably bothered.

"Is something wrong?" She asked me when I had plopped myself down beside her on the grass in a huff.

"Miroku," I ground out as though that would explain everything (which under normal circumstances probably would have…and which would also explain the look of empathy Sango was giving me). But this problem was not one I wanted to deal with on my own, so I thought that it would be a good idea to get the second opinion.

"Listen to what that perverted monk did to my story."

I rewound the tape and pressed play for Sango to hear. After the recording had come to an end, I waited patiently for Sango's response. But when her response was noticeably lacking, and I could see that there was a very far-away look in her glazed eyes, I decided to prompt her answer out of her.

"Well?" I asked; only to be responded to with a very distracted sounding 'huh?' "It's disgusting right? Completely indecent."

"Right…" she replied slowly. "Disgusting…Indecent"

"Sango," I whined. "You're supposed to be on my side in this! Not getting lost in Miroku's brand of debauchery!"

"Aren't you always the one saying that in your time things are much less censored?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"Then why not just think of this story as being 'before its time'."

As Sango lay back against the grass to signal she was finished with her, oh so helpful, advice; I was busy trying to come up with another argument against what Miroku had done. I had just about formed the words, when she interrupted me from my thoughts.

"Kagome, what does the babies' poison feel like?"

I cast her a suspicious glare, thinking that she was simply trying to divert me away from my original line of questioning; but when she didn't bother to move from her comfortable position on the grass, I shrugged my indifference and gave her an answer.

"Meh, kinda like indigestion."

"I see…" Sango trailed off lost in thought for a time before she asked me another question. "But the poison would kill anything else right?"

"I suppose so," I answered, still quite perplexed as to where this line of questioning was going, "But you don't need to worry about me. The oracle's poison fixed me so that I don't have to worry about any adverse effects of the babies' poison."

"Hmm…" again she trailed off leaving me even more suspicious about her questions. The suddenly, "I think you need a gardener."

"A gardener?" I was officially lost. "Why?"

"Because," she responded with a hint of an amused smirk on her lips, "Every time you are too lazy to haul your big belly all the way back to the house, another bush ends up dying."

My mouth dropped open in horror. She couldn't be…I couldn't have…But as my eyes slowly made their way to look at the group of bushes I had just emerged from, only to see that they were beginning to turn a very sickly color of brown; I knew that she was right.

I groaned again at the unfairness of…well…everything, and then flopped down on the ground to lie next to Sango. But as I lay there, my mind began working on what I was going to do to get back at my adorable little puppy for this new development when he and Inuyasha finally returned from patrolling the boarders of our territory.

I had just worked out a plan that involved replacing Sesshomaru's shampoo with hair dye…something along the line of fire-engine red…when my feeling of wicked amusement was replaced by a wave of trepidation.

I smiled when I realized Sesshomaru was close enough to pick up on my stronger emotions. It was always nice to see what he could come up with to try and get himself out of trouble. Not like it ever worked, but it was still nice for him to try.

My hands came to rest on my protruding belly. I rubbed along the swelling curve, thanking my children silently yet again for their power, a true combining of miko and demon energies, allowing me to return to my time to gather the necessary supplies. Some things just weren't the same in the feudal era, but then there were other things that I would never have known if I hadn't been blessed with the ability to travel through time.

And it was a blessing; a blessing that every day I am grateful for, a blessing that allowed me to find my love, my life, and my destiny.

THE END

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A/N: If you would like to read the full version of this chapter (and you are old enough to do so) please visit A Single Spark for the unedited version.

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I can't believe I just wrote a lemon! To all of you out there who encouraged this type of behavior from me, shame on you! Shame on me for listening! Oh well, now that it's done there is no going back. Such is the way of 'My Experiment'.

Well, it's over. So sad, and yet strangely satisfying. Thank you all again for your support, I couldn't have done it without you. The next posting for this story will be the results of my experiment. I will reveal to you all my theories and hidden objectives as well as the results as I have found them. However, I still have one more test to wait out before I can complete the experiment. So until then I bid you all farewell.

ShadowsWeaver1

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters I am about to weave into my web of chaos. Any and all definitions (with the exception of those cited specifically) have been taken directly from Wikipedia the online encyclopedia because I am far too lazy to do any further research to support my Inuyasha obsession.