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The S-android	By : Karaumea Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 10141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I neither own Inuyasha or the other characters from the anime/manga, nor do I make any money by writing this story. However, the S-android belongs to me.

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Special thanks to my lovely betas Ai Kisugi and Hedanicree for the wonderful job they did in editing this chapter.
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Warning: Lemon and a little blood and gore.
Chapter 7: Staggering Awakenings

The scarce furniture in the small room glowed dimly as tiny, pink beads of light flickered and danced in the air, casting restless shadows in their wake. In the middle of it all was a modest bed, where the fugitive lay with the young maid, unaware and uncaring of the world outside. The dog ears atop his head were focused on every little sound she made - her ragged breathing, the soft whimpers that escaped her parted lips, the erratic beating of her heart - deliberately ignoring the rest of the world. The stillness of the building was false. The silence of the night was treacherous. Shadows were ready to pounce upon him at any moment. The hanyou knew it all too well, but...

He didn't care.

He didn't care if beyond those walls was a nest of soldiers ordered to take him down on sight, neither did he care if anyone could accidentally stumble upon his illusive haven any moment and bring him to his end. Hell, he wouldn't even care if the sheets were on fire. He was already burning; what had once been a small but undeniable spark had turned into an inferno, driving him full force into the girl in his arms.

And now, all he cared about was her.

Yes, he cared for her. How could he not? His heart soared with the smiles she bestowed upon him without any reserves. His spirit moved with the lilting sound of her laughter. The twinkle in her eyes ignited his soul. The walls he had carefully built melted down with the warmth of her skin. The tenderness of her touch was what he had craved all his life. As silken tendrils of silver hair cascaded down to pool around her flushed face, curtaining them from the rest of the universe, all his eyes could see was the alluring creature writhing under his larger form. This was, without a doubt and against all the odds, his personal heaven.

"Fuck, Kagome," murmured the hanyou breathlessly, unable to contain his emotions anymore. "You're fucking beautiful."

And beautiful she was. With her dark locks sprawled upon the pillow, her skin flushed with ecstasy and her lips swollen from his kisses, she was breathtaking. She whimpered his name repeatedly as he rocked into her slowly, but steadily. Her breaths came out in pants and mingled with his as his lips hovered over hers, occasionally touching in gentle kisses.

One of her hands snaked up to his ear - a habit of hers that drove him crazy in every possible way - while her other hand drew a line of fire down his spine. He groaned in unabashed need and crashed his lips to hers, forcefully coaxing her mouth open in a silent demand that she let more of him in. He pounded into her in desperation. Her body was so soft under his, so giving, yet it was never enough. He needed to be deeper inside her to dull this ache to possess her, to be completed, to pour his soul into hers...

...to no longer be alone.

And, Kagome seemed to feel the same way as she tried to roll her hips in time with his thrusts, despite his weight on her, and clawed at his back in frustration when she couldn't. Growling, he attacked her mouth with a new surge of passion. Clamping his arm tightly around her waist, he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. Her soft mane caressed his cheeks as she slowly sat up. Misty sapphire orbs were half-lidded in passion as they locked onto his golden ones aflame with desire. His skin tingled under her fingers, and he whimpered as if in pain from the intensity of the sensations she inflicted upon him in abandon. He watched, panting as she started a sensual dance over his hips. She threw her head back in ecstasy, offering him a tempting view of her smooth neck. The tips of her hair caressed his thighs, and the movement of her soft curves held his hungry gaze captive.

"Inu-yasha..." Hearing the sound of his full name in hushed pleas from her melodic voice almost sent the half-demon over the edge. Overcome with the urgent need to kiss those lips, to coax them into saying his name again, he reached to get a hold of her slender neck only to be met by emptiness. Before he could even blink, her scream pierced his ears and her pleasant weight on him was gone, leaving a chill on his skin in its wake.

A savage growl ripped from his chest even before he could comprehend what had just happened. He saw shadows move from the corner of his eyes as he frantically searched for her, all the while trying to gather his bearings. His vision turned red for a moment when he finally found her plastered to the wall, her arms restrained by two dark figures and a clawed hand threatening to break her neck. Her eyes were wide in shock and her lips were trembling as tears streaked down her cheeks. "No," she cried out the moment his enraged gaze met her frightened one. He leaped to his feet on the bed, his muscles coiled to spring onto those that dared touch what was his, only to be forced back down to the bed by unseen hands.

A malicious chuckle reached his ears before another shadow leaned over him. Cerulean eyes glared down at him with amusement and satisfaction. The hanyou snarled between clenched teeth and yanked at his arms with the power of all the rage boiling under his skin. He was beyond livid as he contemplated his next move. First, he would scratch that fucking smirk off of the blue-eyed motherfucker's face. Then, he would tear the remaining bastards' limbs for laying their filthy hands on her before ripping their miserable hearts out of their chests.

The only problem was that he couldn't make his captors move even an inch no matter how hard he tried. Kagome's cries echoed in his ears as he yanked and kicked, trashed and roared to no avail. It was when he dug his claws into the hands restraining his wrists that he noticed what was wrong. His sharp-as-steel claws had disappeared only to be replaced by useless, blunt nails he despised. "Fuck!" he hissed, feeling panic grip his chest. Twisting his head to one side, he caught sight of long, dark locks instead of his usual silver mane, confirming his fears. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

The insolent bastard snickered at the captive's futile attempts to break free. "Did you really think that we wouldn't find you here?" Ice blue eyes gleamed with mirth, and the intruder sneered. "Or, were you too busy fucking your little whore that you forgot about us?"

At the hateful words, a choked sob rose from Kagome followed by a pitiful whimper when she was knocked back to the wall with a thud. Inuyasha's jaw clenched shut, and he yanked harder on his restraints. "Bastard," he growled between gritted teeth. "Keep her out of this! She didn't do a fucking thing!"

"Ooh, the dog is touchy about his bitch," mocked the supposed leader of the aggressors in a sing-song voice. "How adorable." He flashed a fang-baring grin and turned his gaze to the frightened and confused girl. The hanyou's warning snarls and flustered curses were ignored as cold eyes took in her vulnerable, naked form, chilling the poor girl to the bone. "She's rather cute, I must admit," he mumbled distractedly.

The protests generously adorned with blush-worthy curses escalated in volume, bringing attention back to the captive. With a smirk, the leader offered, "Let's make a deal. You hand me the jewel, and I'll consider letting the girl live."

"Not until you let her go," shot back Inuyasha. He knew too well that if he gave them what they wanted, there would be nothing to keep him and Kagome alive. He had to keep her safe. He, at least, owed her this after all she had, albeit unknowingly, done for him. She was innocent and good and everything that was beautiful. He would, without a doubt, die of heartache if she came to harm because of his misdeeds.

"You're testing my patience, hanyou." The blue-eyed bastard's voice broke through his thoughts in a hiss. "I've already traveled half the galaxy because of you. Believe me when I say I lost my patience somewhere along the road." He leveled the captive with a glare and leaned down, ignoring the promises of death flashing in the half-demon's narrowed grey eyes. "Now, tell me where the jewel is," he demanded.

His answer came out mixed with hostile growls. "Let. Her. Go."

He raised an eyebrow at the hanyou's resilience and offhandedly remarked, "As you wish."

Movement from where Kagome was held caught his attention, and Inuyasha watched with his eyes wide open as Kagome's throat was slit in one smooth move by long claws. A gut wrenching, gurgled sound escaped her throat while her life's essence leaked down to her chest with alarming speed. His horrified gaze met her confused one before the sparkle that was purely Kagome slowly disappeared from her beautiful orbs, leaving a dull blue behind. Her delicate form went limp against the wall, and then, she was no more.

She was no more.

His mouth dropped open, but no sound escaped his throat. He wanted to scream. He wanted to curse those monsters to the ends of the universe. He wanted to plunge his claws into their chests and rip their worthless hearts out so that they would no longer beat. Her heart would no longer beat. He wanted to tear out their throats so that they would no longer breathe. She would no longer breathe.

She would no longer smile. He would no longer hear her laugh. The twinkle in her eyes was gone forever. He would never feel the warmth of her skin again. He would never be graced with her soft touch. Not. Ever. Again.
She was no more.

His eyes closed in denial. His heart refused to beat. His lungs refused to breathe. His chest tightened to the point of agony. He wanted out - out of his binds, out of this horrifying scene, out of a world where she didn't exist, out of his own miserable existence. The longer he fought against his captors, the stronger their hold on him became. Until, finally, he managed to fill his lungs with much needed air - air that was fresh, warm and not tainted with the suffocating stench of blood. Air filled with her sweet fragrance and the scent of their coupling...

What the fuck?

When he opened his eyes, there were no shadows glaring down at him. The metallic ceiling softly gleamed with the dim light emanating from the fixture embedded in the wall next to the door. There were no little, pink balls of light floating around. His gaze flew to the corner where her lifeless body had slumped only to be met by nothing but the plain, old wall. He exhaled in relief and pushed his damp bangs off of his forehead with his hands - his free hands.

He smiled.

She hadn't been slaughtered in that corner. They hadn't been attacked. A dream. It was a fucking dream! But then, why did his chest still feel heavy?

Looking down, he was met with the sight of long, dark locks sprawled upon his chest and her beautiful face relaxed in peaceful slumber. Her small hand lay on the sweaty skin over his heart. He couldn't stop himself as he gathered the delicate appendage with one hand and brought it to his lips for a grateful kiss as his other arm hugged her torso protectively. He nuzzled her neck, drinking in her scent greedily. He closed his eyes and let her slow but steady heartbeat calm his frazzled nerves.

However, try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. Dread lingered in his heart, keeping him on edge. But, why? What did he have to fear so much? If it came down to it, he could easily take out a handful of those bastards even with his bare claws. Claws... no... no claws... black hair... helpless... His breath hitched in his throat, and his hand flew to his head. Reassured that his doglike ears were still intact, the hanyou let out the air in his lungs in a whoosh and cursed his ignorance. Shit! He could feel the slight weakening of his aura already. How the hell did I miss that before?! He balled his fists in agitation at his lack of attention. His body worked like a clock regardless of which part of the universe he was in, and he could always sense when his transformation was close. And, it was close.

Gulping down his irritation, he decided to take the dream-turned-nightmare for what it was - a warning.

Idiot! You shouldn't have let yourself get so fucking distracted. You're damn lucky that your subconscious thinks more than you do, you dick-head!

He inwardly growled at the returning voice of reason in his head. Where the hell have you been, asshole? On honeymoon? He shook his head to put a stop to his internal debate before it started. It was definitely not the best time to argue with himself.

It was time to leave.

Not daring to breathe, Inuyasha carefully untangled his limbs from the girl's. He tried his best to ignore the loss of her warmth and the softness of her skin. His ears drooped when Kagome whimpered in her sleep, but he didn't let it distract him. He couldn't afford to let her distract him anymore. When he was sure that she settled back in a deep slumber, he pulled the covers up to her chin and looked around for his discarded clothes. His overalls lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, and he dove for them. About to pull them over his legs, he finally noticed the dampness that still clung to his skin and the rather unpleasant smell that accompanied it. He glanced at the peacefully sleeping girl before checking the time and deciding that he could at least afford a quick shower.

Gathering his clothes, Inuyasha tiptoed to the bathroom. As he stood under the hot water, his thoughts wandered once more to his dream. It had felt so real. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that the last two days hadn't been much different from the start of the dream - him and Kagome, alone in the small room. After the steamy confrontation in the bathroom the day before, she had asked Sango to let her take the day off, saying that she had a headache as an excuse. That day, they hadn't left the bed except for eating and using the bathroom. Yesterday, her imaginary headache had miraculously continued to bother her, and this time, they had left the bed... in favor of the shower...

...and the bathtub...

...and the table...

...and the wall...

He smirked as he replayed his favorite scenes in his mind's eye. He shook his head and stopped the descent of his hand down his abdomen at the last moment. He didn't have time for that. Instead, he proceeded to wash his hair. As he lathered his long, silver mane, he couldn't help but remember how her hair felt in his hands; it was softer than his, especially when it fell against his chest. Like in the dream... An involuntary grin tugged at the corner of his lips. It hadn't taken her long to want to dominate him. Once she had gotten over her initial shyness and awkwardness, Inuyasha had been introduced to a curious and almost insatiable tigress. I created a monster. He chuckled as he imagined her wearing a piece of fur, showing off her little claws and hungrily licking her lips. Tigress? Keh! Kitten is more like it. The girl can't hurt a fly.

Despite the circumstances, the last two days had been perhaps the best of his life. He had never felt so warm, so carefree, so loved before. And all because of one tiny girl - a girl whose company he honestly enjoyed. That was why he had missed the signs. The warning he had received was not only about the impending danger his pursuers created, but also about her. Judging by the way he already felt around her, it wouldn't be long before he actually cared for her more than he cared for himself.

And that, without a doubt, was not acceptable.

He was a loner, an outlaw. He was wanted in at least fifty different planets. He wasn't ready to abandon his life, give up the excitement and settle down for a life in the shadows. He couldn't take care of anyone but himself. Just tagging along with him could easily be a death sentence even for someone who was capable of protecting themself. He didn't need that kind of responsibility, not even if it meant he could have her by his side. He scoffed at that thought. I do not want her by my side. They had fun in the short amount of time they had together, which was actually the longest time the hanyou had spent in the company of a female without wanting to dig himself a hole in the farthest corner of the galaxy and never come out again. However, it wouldn't be long before he no longer found her enticing. Did he have the luxury of taking his shiny new toy with him only to waste his time looking for someplace to dump her when he lost his interest? No. The best place to dump her was in her room.

Besides, why would she want to stay with him? He might have this girl with him now, but he knew too well that it was just an illusion, that he didn't really have her. She seemed to like him for whatever bizarre reason she had for the time being, but he wasn't naive enough to think that it wouldn't change when she learned the truth about him. No, he knew from experience that it would change in the blink of an eye. He had fooled her, used her and betrayed her trust from the very beginning. There was no doubt that even if he decided to come clean and tell her the truth, the result would be the same. And when she learned that he was not only an imposter, who took advantage of her, but also a thief, a criminal, she would be disgusted with him. She would regret ever letting him close, letting him touch her. No. Not even Kagome could be good enough to care for him if she knew the truth. The compassion in her beautiful eyes would morph into hurt at first, and then to something uglier - hate.

He shuddered.

He didn't need to see that. He needed to remember her as the way she was now - soft, warm, affectionate, and more importantly, alive.

It was that last thought that drove him to leave a note in the pocket of her uniform after he was dressed and ready to go. She would find it when she got dressed for the day and she would be prepared when those bastards came looking for him. Even if she gave it to the authorities, he was going to be far out of their reach by then. Without him there, she would at least have a chance to explain why her room stunk of the notorious fugitive.

Of course, admitting to the possession of a supposed S-android would get her into trouble, but that was better than intentionally harboring a fugitive. She should have known better and should not have accepted her mistress' gift in the first place. Besides, he doubted that the senator would let it be known that his home was invaded by illegal S-androids or that the esteemed politician's daughter, let alone his maid, associated with smugglers.

He put her uniform away and grabbed a hooded cloak out of the closet. He checked his pocket to see that he had his necklace and the jewel. He was ready. Standing next to the bed, he spared a few seconds to watch the girl. Only to make sure she's asleep, he reasoned with himself. She lay on her back, deep in slumber. Her dark hair haloed around her head. Her expression was relaxed, peaceful. White sheets tangled around her body, hiding her from his gaze. Her arms lay limply on her sides, one of them angled toward his pillow as if reaching for him. His eyes followed the delicate appendages adorned with milky skin to the hallows of her collarbones. He lingered a little longer on the slopes of her slender neck before settling on her mouth. Her lips - still rosy from his kisses from last night - invited him. He closed his eyes against temptation. His time was up.

Whirling around on his heels, he stomped to the door almost angrily. His hand hovered above the panel as his fist clenched and unclenched nervously.

Dammit! He turned around and looked at her sleeping form hesitantly. "Just for luck," he murmured as he stalked toward her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers gently. They were soft like petals but firm like an apple against his starving mouth. Even in her sleep, her lips parted and she kissed him back, warming him like the sun but making him shiver at the same time. Her kiss was sweet like honey, but still, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Fuck, I'm gonna miss this. Her fingers wound themselves into his mane, and he moaned at the feel of her soft tongue gliding against his. He came back to his senses when he felt her fingers inch closer to his ear and caught them before it was too late. Severing his lips from hers, he looked down at her. Her eyes peeked between her lashes, and she smiled at him lazily before falling back to sleep.

Careful not to touch her again lest he roused her for good, he let his nose hover over her neck and filled his lungs with her sweet aroma. That would have to last for a long while. A very long while... like forever...

Goodbye, mistress.

He turned around for the last time and sneaked out the door. As it closed behind him silently, he headed down the empty corridor. On his way down to the kitchen where he knew he would have access to the underground tunnels, he dived into a public restroom where the scent of dozens who visited the place daily would linger. Once inside, he slipped on his necklace, effectively concealing his scent and aura as well as his looks. He couldn't afford to let his scent be caught when they came after him. Thanks to his necklace, his altered scent would throw them off his trail.

He put on the cloak he had stolen and hid his face under its hood. He never used his concealment charm carelessly. It was his last resort to survive. And because of that, he couldn't let his face be seen by anyone. If not immediately, they would soon find out how he escaped in the surveillance records. It was the exact same reason why he wasn't using one of the many exits leading out of this building. His face would be seen by someone for sure, and they would make the connection and before he knew it, everyone in the galaxy who was after him would know his likeness. He couldn't afford that.

It wasn't long before he found the kitchen. He stood before one of the garbage disposal units - his safest escape to the outside world - with a sickened expression on his face. After a few seconds, he sighed in resignation. Here I go. He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and held it as he jumped down the narrow opening in the wall that would lead him to the ducts under the building.

Fuck! This place is disgusting!

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A loud growl resonated in the small forest surrounding the Tajiya residence, scaring a flock of birds off to the air. At the edge of the woods, under the shadow of a large tree stood a cloaked figure, his dark form perfectly still despite the turmoil he had just caused.

"Where did you disappear to?" snarled Sesshoumaru as he gritted his teeth in frustration. Closing his eyes, he stretched his aura once more only to retreat it back when he came up with nothing. "That stupid half-breed," he hissed. His eyes narrowed to slits, searching for an opening that would provide him access to the building just like he had been doing for the last two days.

Two days.

That was how long he had been lurking in these woods. The building was impenetrable. He didn't know how the hanyou managed to get in there, but he couldn't have found a better place to hide. Or worse. Not for the first time since he had found himself in the vicinity of the politician's home, Sesshoumaru wondered how the idiot was going to escape this castle.

The absence of the half-demon's aura was unsettling. The dog demon had been checking it almost every hour since he had arrived at this place to make sure that the fugitive did not escape without his notice. And then, suddenly, it had disappeared as if the hanyou himself had dissolved into thin air. Unless he has something to conceal himself with... If that was the case, which probably was if his memory served him right, he would have to make sure that his prey did not walk away without him noticing. It would be next to impossible to catch the new trail, and that would be extremely unpleasant after having crossed half the galaxy with the sole purpose of capturing the notorious thief.

Not expecting to find anything but still needing to check, he stretched his aura once more. Nothing. Getting bolder now that no demonic presence threatened his secrecy, he unleashed more of his power but kept his perimeter tight around the building, washing it with waves of his invisible but intense demonic energy. He froze when he felt something. It was weak, but the presence was undeniable as it caressed against his nearly overwhelming aura. He withdrew his power immediately. The connection had been brief enough that unless the presence had been looking for him, his probing would have gone unnoticed.

Was the hanyou still in there? It had to be the hanyou; it was the same type of energy: a dog demon. If so, how had he managed to withdraw his aura enough to leave only a wisp of it out there? In the hanyou's case, that was impossible even with the proper training.

One could not bottle up that much power without blowing up the bottle.

He is using a concealment spell. There's no other explanation. Sesshoumaru let loose another frustrated growl. This made things harder than it already was. With neither an aura nor a scent to follow, all the demon could do was to wait for the time being. He couldn't help but wonder, though. Why doesn't the spell hide his aura completely?

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Kagome woke up to the buzzing sound of her alarm, feeling rejuvenated after a long night's sleep. The last two days had been tiresome with constant physical activities some of which she hadn't even known were possible, and early last night, her body had finally reminded her that she needed proper rest. Sighing blissfully, she pushed her bangs off of her face. "I'm up, I'm up," she murmured to no one, effectively putting a stop to the insistent wake-up call of the alarm.

She sat up slowly, letting the sheet down to pool in her lap. Raising her arms up over her head, she stretched like a cat. She moaned softly as she felt the muscles on her back protest. Goosebumps appeared on her exposed skin as a shiver ran up her spine. The girl turned to her side with a beaming smile, fully expecting to see her precious S-android. Instead, she was met with rumpled sheets in his place. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. She hadn't been alone in this bed in the last fifty hours or so.

A glance at the corner Yash used to sit followed by a quick scan of the rest of the room proved the S-android's absence. If he's not here, then where...? Her question sounded redundant, even in her head, the moment her eyes landed upon the closed bathroom door. Remembering the last time she had woken up like this and what had happened after she had found him in the shower, she smiled even as she blushed slightly. Rolling her eyes at the wanton creature she had discovered within herself during the last two days, the young maid stood up and skipped to the bathroom, where she was sure to find her beloved S-android.

Approximately ten seconds later, she returned to the bedroom. Her cheerful smile was replaced by a confused scowl. He is not in there. Questions bombarded her mind as panic gripped at her chest. Did he wander outside? What if someone saw him and found out what he is? But why would he leave the room?! Did someone come into the room while I was asleep and take him away? Oh, please, don't let that be the case.

She threw on her uniform hurriedly. Praying that wherever he was, he was still in one piece, she flew out the door in search of Yash. She knew that her chances were slim, though, and that was what upset her the most. S-androids were illegal. If he was discovered, he would be destroyed. A choked sob escaped her throat at the thought of her handsome companion, broken and abandoned in a landfill.

Please, Yash. Be safe.

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Sango had spent the whole morning preparing the guest list for the upcoming union ball. Having lost her mother at a young age, she had shouldered the responsibilities of a senator's wife for her father's sake. She wasn't complaining, for she loved taking care of her family. More importantly, she was loyal to her father; he was the only man she knew she could trust. However, she couldn't help but feel like a caged bird at times - especially times like this. She longed for freedom, she wanted to be her own master and for once, to not care about what others would think about what she wore, what she said, what she did, and even what she ate. God forbid word gets out about my secret stash of S-androids. That would not be pleasant because no matter what she wanted, she was chained by her status. And for the last few days, her prison had alternated between her room, where she had used for planning, and the ball room, where she had seen to the preparations. She couldn't even find an opportunity to check in on Kagome, knowing the girl was sick for the first time in years.

The door slid open, and Sango looked up to see Kagome leaning against the wall, her hands clutching her knees for support as she struggled to regain her breath. The young woman smiled at her maid. "You must feel well if you're already up and running around," she commented.

"Sango," rasped the girl in between gasps.

Upon a careful look, Sango could see the tears rolling down Kagome's cheeks and the way she trembled like a leaf. "Kagome? What happened?" She stood up from her desk to help the girl stand.

"It's Yash," whispered the maid as she let her friend lead her further into the room. "He's gone."

"What do you mean ‘he's gone'?" asked Sango, confused.

"He was not in my room!" Kagome's voice rose with the level of her panic as she explained her problem. "I checked everywhere I could! He's nowhere to be found!"

Sango scowled at the news, her brown eyes contemplative. "Okay. Don't worry; we'll find him. But, you should calm down first."

"I can't, Sango! What if he left the room and someone noticed?!"

"I would've heard of it," she reassured confidently. She would have heard of it and would already be in her father's office, squirming under his piercing gaze and trying her damnedest to explain herself if a S-android had been seen wandering around. It wouldn't be pleasant, but that was expected. It was the ‘wandering around' part that didn't make sense to Sango. "I don't understand. Why would it leave the room if you haven't ordered it to do so? S-androids do not do anything without a command, Kagome."

The girl looked sheepish as she answered. "Well, I never had to command him to do anything."

"What?"

Mistaking Sango's disbelief as incomprehension, Kagome elaborated, "He would just hang around and do anything he wished unless I commanded him not to."

"What?!" asked Sango again, her voice shrill in her surprise.

"Stop saying that! What is wrong?"

Regaining her composure, the older woman tried to give her friend a small smile. "No-nothing," she stuttered, choosing not to dwell on the topic in the face of the girl's anxiety but filing it to be pondered upon later. "I've just never seen a robot act like that is all." Her voice turned into a whisper as she watched her maid frantically pace back and forth, already lost in her thoughts.

"What if they took him away?!" cried out Kagome hysterically. Her pacing stopped, which let her mistress notice how badly she was shaking. "Oh, God! He might be torn into pieces by now!"

"Calm down, Kagome," soothed Sango. She took Kagome's hands in a gesture of comfort, even though it seemed to go unnoticed. The girl was so frightened about the safety of her S-android that Sango didn't have the heart to remind her of the troubles they would find themselves in if the robot was indeed discovered. Besides, the senator's daughter didn't think her maid cared about that at the moment.

"Kagome?" called Sango when Kagome's skin turned deathly pale, but the young girl was no longer hearing her. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, and her hands shook uncontrollably despite Sango's grasp on them. She swayed on her feet, and her eyes rolled back before her whole weight fell into the older woman's arms as she fainted.

"Dear God!" rasped Sango, trying to hold onto Kagome without losing her balance. She gingerly lowered her friend to lie on the floor and hurried to call for help.

Fifteen minutes later, Kagome was transported to the ward. She lay silently as the doctor did a quick scan of her small body. He passed a five inch metallic cylinder over her form from head to toe. The gadget bathed every inch in its path with a soft blue light as it glided down slowly. Smiling at the anxious girl reassuringly, he turned to check out the results on a three dimensional hologram of Kagome's insides.

Sango stood by the bed, holding the patient's hand in a gesture of comfort. She sighed tiredly as she affectionately patted the girl's head. Kagome squeezed her hand, and Sango tightened her hold in response to reassure the distraught maid. The senator's daughter had checked in with the security after the girl was safely in the hospital ward and had been surprised to learn that no robot had been found wandering around neither had anyone been seen that fit the S-android's description.

She was still baffled about the fact that her present to her friend was able to act on its own accord and without a given order. Normally, it wasn't supposed to stay activated when it wasn't given a task. It was no wonder the maid had been referring to the robot as if it were alive. From what little information she had gathered from Kagome, her S-android did act like a living creature with free will.

But then again, Miroku had made it clear that this S-android was a product of the latest technology. Miroku. Sango frowned at the thought of the merchandiser. She had been his customer for a few years now and had trusted him to keep his end of the deal. He had proven dependable over the years with not only the quality of the robots he had provided her with, but also by keeping his mouth shut about her illegitimate tastes. It seemed to Sango that this time, the merchandiser had foisted a faulty product on her. Apparently, a visit to our favorite smuggler is in order.

Her attention shifted back to the task at hand when the doctor spoke. "Young lady must have had a stressful morning because from what I've gathered, she's perfectly healthy."

"Are you sure, doctor?" she asked, wanting to make sure nothing was wrong with her friend.

"Absolutely," the doctor replied, smiling. Sango turned her gaze to Kagome and started to tell her that everything would be all right when the doctor added, "Both the lady and the baby are perfectly fine."

Sango's head shot up in surprise. "Ex-excuse me? Baby?"

He glanced at her, a little surprised, as he replied with certainty, "Yes."

"But, she can't be pregnant, doc," argued the senator's daughter hotly. "Check it again, please."

The doctor seemed a little offended at her words. "Ms. Tajiya, I assure you my results are one hundred percent correct. This young lady is... let's see... two days pregnant." The doctor glanced at Sango, and seeing the disbelief written on her face, he added, "Would you like to see? It's not much, only a handful of cells at the moment, but it'll soon resemble..." He was cut short by the woman's outburst.

"But-but, that's impossible! She hasn't even had sex! How can she..." Her objections died in her throat with one glance at Kagome, and she knew. The girl had been silent as a grave and still as a stone since the beginning of the argument. But, from the way her hand rested over her belly and the way her lips trembled and her eyes glistened with tears, Sango knew that her argument was pointless.

Kagome was pregnant.

Sango also knew with whom the maid could have had sex in the last two days. Anger rose within her, manifesting itself in the reddening of her cheeks and the tightening of her fists.

That... thing... was not an S-android!
End of Chapter 7
End Notes:
*Before anyone asks, let me tell you that Inuyasha's transformation has nothing to do with the cycle of the Earth's moon.

*If anyone wonders how the doc can detect Kagome's pregnancy so easily at such an early stage and with such precision, please keep in mind that this story is a sci-fi.
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