A short post-manga/anime fic. Three years they have been separated, but now they are back together. Kagome is enjoying her reunion with the dog-eared hanyou and is experiencing the pleasures of a married life.

A sweet post-manga/anime fic that takes place a week or two after the reunion of Inuyasha and Kagome. Kagome is getting settled in her new life in the Feudal Era when she suddenly finds out she forgot something very important.

**May be revised later**

Black strands weave into silver constantly.

As a result of an unfortunate event occurring in his past, InuYasha is now under the control of Naraku; a pawn like the others, Kagura and Kanna. Naraku sends InuYasha to do his dirty work constantly, not merely a quick theft here and there...

But to murder those that get in his way.

InuYasha does this lifelessly, he does not know the people nor does he have a connection with them. But when Naraku ships him off to a new school in order to kill a student there, what happens as InuYasha befriends students and finds the task steadily getting more difficult?

With Naraku in control of his human and demon transformations, InuYasha not only has to keep his other half a secret, but has to kill a friend without anyone knowing.

A friend that he has yet to know the identity of. 

Can Kagome handle all the things she now has to do? Can she Go to school, look for shikon shards, and still raise her new baby? And How will InuYasha Feel about being a father to Kagome's baby? InuYasha is Halfdemon and Halfhuman how will his demon side effect his baby?

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Kagome’s attempt at spring cleaning leads to interesting discoveries and Kagome teases Sesshoumaru until he can’t take it anymore. Their time together, however, unleashes something in Kagome. (Formerly 'Chronicles of the Moldy)

(WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL) Alone, abandoned and fighting for her life: the treeline fifty feet away and somewhere within, a predator hunted for his prey. She, was that prey and only the dancing fall foliage would bare witness to her last hours upon this plane of existence.