Disclaimer: Unfortunaly, I do not own Inuyasha, any of the characters, or anything to do with the manga or anime. Those rights belong to someone else. Sniff!

A/N: This is my first attempt for a fanfiction, so please be nice. This is slightly OCC, so maybe it’s more OCC than not, but I could not help it.

Summary: We, Kikyo Higurashi and Kagome Higurashi, being of sane, sound minds, want to someday raise families. However, families usually require husbands, which neither of us have, yet. Should we reach the age of thirty and still be unmarried, un-engaged and with no serious boyfriends, we hereby solemnly swear, pledge, promise and affirm, that we will attempt to have babies anyway, using whatever means we feel is appropriate.

Prologue

“So, do you feel any different?” Kagome Higurashi asked her twin sister, Kikyo. They sat in the front seat of Kagome’s shiny new Mercedes in the parking lot of Taisho Clinic.

Kikyo fidgeted with the hem of her denim skirt. “No. Do you think I should?”

“How should I know?” Kagome said. “I’ve never been pregnant. ¬But it probably hasn’t happened yet. I’ve read that it can take hours, even days, for those little suckers to swim to the target.”

Kikyo felt light-headed. She placed a protective hand over her abdomen, knowing Kagome was just trying to rattle her cage. Kagome, younger by four minutes, was all in favour of Kikyo having a baby. She just didn’t entirely approve of Kikyo’s methods.

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you, Kikyo?” Kagome asked worriedly.

“It’s a little late for those.” No, she wasn’t having second thoughts. She and Kagome had always agreed that if they hit thirty and were unmarried, they would attempt motherhood anyway. Together. “Still, it’d be nice if there was a father in the picture.”

Kagome’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You might as well give up that notion. Men run from single moms as if they have leprosy.”

“I don’t care,” Kikyo said defiantly. “In twenty-one days, I’ll come back to the Taisho Clinic and find out whether I’m pregnant.”

Kagome sagged against the leather seat. “I guess it’s my turn. I’d better get cracking.”

“Oh, Kagome, you aren’t really going to carry through with your harebrained plan, are you?”

“It’s not harebrained. I want to know exactly what kind of genetic material my baby is getting.”

“You can’t just tackle some man on the street and say, ‘Hey, could you give me some of your DNA?’”

“I plan to be a little more subtle. If I can even find a suitable…donor…” Kagome’s eyes glazed over, and she stared at something in the distance. “Oo-la-la, there’s one now.”

Kikyo gasped as she realized the subject of her sister’s appraisal. “Is that who I think it is?”

“It’s him, all right. He was on the cover of Inside Japan a couple of months ago. I recognize every blue-blood inch of him. And he’s even more gorgeous in person.”

The man in question, Sesshoumaru Taisho III, had just come waltzing out of the clinic that bore his name.

“What the heck is he doing here?” Kagome asked.

“He does own the clinic,” Kikyo pointed out.

“He owns half of Tokyo,” Kagome said, which was almost true. The Taisho Clinic was only a tiny piece of the Taisho empire, which included hospitals, oil companies, newspapers, restaurants and a tennis-shoe manufacturing plant. He had businesses scattered throughout Japan. He even owned the ad agency where Kagome worked.

Kagome sighed. “He’s rich and good-looking, but nice, too. In that magazine article, it says he donates a lot of money to several local charities.”

“That doesn’t mean he’ll donate his DNA,” Kikyo said. “And if he’s so perfect, then why hasn’t he ever married?”

“Hasn’t found the right woman, so I hear.” Kagome got a thoughtful look on her face. “Maybe he’s waiting for me.”

“Dream on, sister.”

“Now, wait a minute. I’m a successful account executive at Tokyo’s biggest ad agency, I can eat fettuccini without making a mess, and I’m a darn nice person. Are you saying I wouldn’t be a good match for Sesshoumaru Taisho?”

Uh-oh. Kikyo recognized that gleam in Kagome’s eye.

“All right, maybe he wouldn’t marry me,” Kagome continued, “but he’s good father material.”

“Kagome, you don’t even know him.”

“I could meet him. It would be easy. I have contacts.”

Kikyo laughed. “You’re nuts.” But she could tell Kagome was warming to this idea, another one of her crazy schemes.

Suddenly Kagome focused her chocolate-brown eyes on Kikyo with the force of double laser beams. “Hey, Kikyo, will you help me?”

Kikyo cringed. When Kagome got that light of zeal in her eyes, nothing could stop her. “I have a few contacts I could tap, I suppose,” she agreed reluctantly. She decided she’d better keep an eye on her competitive sister. If Kikyo’s artificial insemination worked and she ended up pregnant, Kagome would be desperate to keep up. And not telling what she might do in her quest for, as she so elegantly put it, a “donor.”

TBC…

A/N: Well, this is the prologue. So, what do you think? Do you like it? Should I keep writing? Let me know how you feel about the beginning! In other word, please review!