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Chapter 1: Thoughts and Desires

The air was thick with his stench, but as expected, there was no sign of Naraku. His ability to evade us at every turn was troublesome and only frustrated the hot-tempered hanyou.

Recent events and basic instincts indicated that things were about to escalate. Inuyasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Kirara all sensed this. Shippo was aware but kept quiet and simply observed the others. The young kitsune was smart enough to notice the mood change and that each individual was preoccupied with their thoughts.

The group found a clearing in the forest where they could rest and decipher the information received earlier. Inuyasha entered first, arms crossed and nose raised high, using his keen sense of smell to identify the presence of any demons in the area.

Miroku and Sango, experts in detecting evil auras, stood quietly, performing their own evaluation. Kirara, on alert for the first sign of trouble, twitched her tails as if testing the air. Kagome held Shippo in her arms and watched her friends silently, waiting for a sign that all was safe.

Inuyasha abruptly turned and strode to the end of the clearing. Looking over his shoulder at the others, that perpetual scowl seemed fiercer than usual, and everyone but Kagome appeared taken aback by its sudden intensity.

"What the hell are you starin' at?" he asked heatedly. "Get a fire goin' or somethin'; I'll be right back!" With that said, he lept back into the forest.

Kagome's POV

I watched him leave with sad eyes. I'm used to his brusqueness; that doesn't bother me. What bothers me is the pain and uncertainty I saw in his eyes. Inuyasha was hiding something; I know him enough to realize that. I only hope he will open up and allow us to help. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to Miroku.

Despite the monk's jovial expression, his eyes mirrored my sadness. Miroku, usually good at concealing his feelings, was not fooling me today. He felt the same as I, although for different reasons.

"Come Kagome, let's do what Inuyasha asked," the monk said with a sympathetic smile.

I followed him to the middle of the clearing, where we decided to camp for the night. I set Shippo down, shooing him off to play, but the young kitsune would not leave my side. Rummaging through my backpack, I thought of how we came to be here.

This morning, Kikyou, accompanied by Sango's little brother Kohaku, paid us an unexpected visit. Their alliance was more familiar than one might think. I understood it, but I would never say this to Sango. Although Kikyou preferred her solitariness, she and Kohaku appeared comfortable in each other's company.

The miko and taijiya had appeared before us, warning us of Naraku's whereabouts. They reported that Kouga had sustained injuries during a recent battle with one of Naraku's incarnations. Kikyou had also discovered the reason for Naraku's dormancy. The self-procreated hanyou has managed to absorb and combine the powers of several of the most powerful youkai in the region.

Deep down, I knew there was something more. Kikyou shared accurate information but was vague, keeping certain things private. The Miko provided enough information, allowing one to piece things together and draw their own conclusions.

I must admit, I held a grudging respect for Kikyou's prowess as a Miko. I understood how her calm demeanor, level head, and calculating mind have kept her alive in these feudal times of demons and spiritual auras. Without our awkward connection to Inuyasha, I could have learned much from this woman.

"Inuyasha…"

Once this was over, what would it mean for us? I would no longer need to remain in this era with no jewel shards to pursue. That thought offered no comfort to me. Tears formed, and I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to hold them back. I was not ready; I was not prepared to leave. I doubt I ever would be. I could not bear being apart from Inuyasha. Burying my face in my hands, my body started to shake, and I barely held it together.

"Kagome, are you okay?"

In response to Shippo's query, I scooped him up and wrapped my arms around him.

"Yes, Shippo…I'm fine," I lied.

Sango's POV

I stood by the freshly lit fire and watched Houshi-sama offering comfort to Kagome. As always, he was intuned to a woman's suffering and the first to provide solace. With a small sigh, I turned, picked up a bucket, and headed to a nearby stream for water. Tagging along at my heels was my faithful companion, Kirara.

"Don't go too far, Sango!" yelled the monk.

Without turning around, I waved a response, already miles away in thought…

"Kohaku…even with Naraku destroyed, would I really be able to save you?"

The words I spoke to my little brother earlier chimed in my head. Would Kohaku sustain life from the power of the Shikon jewel? If, by some miracle, he could keep it, but I'm unsure what fate awaited him.

I had known of Kohaku's allegiance with Kikyou before the two appeared this morning. However, it's still hard watching them together. With Inuyasha and Kikyou deep in discussion, I noticed that Kohaku never left the woman's side. He seemed almost protective of her, hanging on to every word spoken, respect evident in his eyes. I could not help but remember when he used to look at me that way.

I felt no resentment. Since Kohaku's memories have returned, his love for me is evident. I am still his "Ane-ue," and nothing will change that.

Pursuing Naraku alone was Kohaku's decision, one I believe stemmed from the guilt of our father's death at his hands.

Houshi-sama explained that my brother might need to extract his own type of revenge. After all, we could only assume the awful things Kohaku had done while under Naraku's control. With Houshi-sama's persistent appeals to give him time, reluctantly, I gave in.

Reaching the stream, I sat down in the grass, closed my eyes, and listened to the sounds of the water. Kirara jumped in my lap, locating a cushiony spot and burrowing deep into the folds of my yukata.

Leaning back on my elbows, I recalled that even as a child, I tended to seek out this form of nature whenever I was troubled. Something about the constant aquatic flow comforted me. My greater consolation, however, was my betrothed, Houshi-sama.

Our engagement felt as strange now as it did when he proposed. There was no passionate plea or declarations of undying love, just a simple…

"Will you live with me and bear my child?"

How often had he used that line on some other woman? How many times had I heard it? Houshi-sama is by far the worst flirt and kimono chaser, yet…it did not keep me from falling for him, and to think of refusing him never entered my mind.

Our incident on Mt. Hakurei made me realize the depths of my feelings for the monk. I knew then, as I know now, that I wanted to spend what was left of my life with him. I had doubts about our future, just as I did about our survival, but as long as we were together, that's all that mattered.

Kirara hopped from my lap to my shoulder. Her large eyes were full of merriment, and she purred in agreement as if reading my mind.

"All will be fine, Kirara," I said while stroking her head, "…you'll see."

Miroku's POV

While stoking the campfire flames, Miroku looked up and watched Sango leave. More than anything, he wanted to follow her but decided against it. It was best to stay focused because the beautiful Taijya was too distracting.

Everyone has been tense since Kikyou and Kohaku's visit. I sensed an overwhelming premonition of doom, which bothered me more than I cared to admit.

To confront and defeat Naraku meant something different to each of us. For me, it would end a curse of three generations and give me the chance to live an ordinary, everyday existence without the threat of impending death hanging overhead. On the other hand, it could lead to my death, upon which the curse would end for good anyway.

Others see me as optimistic; I appear carefree and good-humored, an image I have perfected over the years. In honesty, I am a realist. I was taught this early in life because of the "Kazaana," the curse that plagued my grandfather, my father, and me.

As a boy, I was trained to use a weapon before I possessed that weapon. I learned everything about a curse I had yet to obtain. I grew up with the reality that one day, I would die by my own hand, and if I chose to have a family, I would have sealed the fate of my firstborn.

The flames rose from the pile of wood chips in the campfire. I stared into the blaze, flecked with red and gold, thinking of my life since Sango joined us. I looked over again at the direction she had taken a moment ago.

The dreamer in me proposed to Sango. Despite everyone's beliefs, Sango is the one woman I love and desire above any other. My flirtatious actions and infamous "childbearing" requests were only a façade. It was part of my lineage to appreciate feminine beauty, but I also recognized its weakness.

I have come to care for and love Sango because of her strength. The woman has been through enough to reduce a man to nothing, yet she prevails.

My surrogate father and mentor, Mushin, predicted something like this would happen. I remember a few years ago… in a drunken stupor, we stumbled back to the temple after a night of womanizing and several jugs of sake.

I struggled to support Mushins' wide girth, as he had indulged in far more spirits than I had. We ended up in a ditch on the side of the road, laughing like two children who just got away with doing something they shouldn't. Suddenly, Mushin went silent; when he finally spoke, I detected a severe tone accompanying his slurs…

"Enjoy the various treasures, my boy. There'll come a day when you'll locate that one precious piece. Grab onto it, stuff it deep in your pocket, and carry it around with you, keeping it safe and sound."

I did not understand him then; I just took it as the ramblings of a drunken monk's words of wisdom, but now I do. I must thank Mushin for opening my eyes, or I might have missed this opportunity. He had foreseen my meeting someone who would become the most important person in my life.

Sango was that single wildflower growing in a field of exotic plants; it had a simple beauty that unknowingly drew attention and the endurance to last more than a season.

Destroying this cursed "Kazaana" took second place to her happiness.

With the fire growing steadily, I looked to the heavens, closed my eyes, and offered a silent prayer.

"Kami, watch over us, keep us safe, and give me the strength to live."

Inuyasha's POV

Running swiftly through the forest, I realized I had no destination in mind. My thoughts were on the others back at the camp. They were unaware of Naraku's invitation; I had yet to tell them, but I would on my return. There were only a few days left, and they had a right to know. They must prepare and have some say in the matter.

"Naraku…"

That bastard had caused everyone around him so much grief. Ridding this world of the likes of him was fine. And yet, Kikyou's word of caution rang in my ears. By now, Naraku might have reached full demon status.

"Hmph! Who cares!" I snarled, "I'm takin' him down!"

Naraku's challenge was issued during Kouga's defeat some days before. Although stripped of his shards during a battle with Naraku's latest creation, the wolf was still alive.

The combined efforts of both Kikyou and Kohaku were not enough to prevent Kouga's assault. His injuries were so bad he had to be delivered to his tribe on a stretcher.

The wolf had fought well, even after he was stripped of the jewel shards. Kouga claimed he could continue the fight without them. Luckily, Ayame arrived, assessed the situation, and took control. Kouga was now on the mend, and Ayame had guided Kikyou and Kohaku to us.

Naraku's challenge came as a summons to meet at the cave of Onigumo in five days. Once there, the mish-mashed hanyou claimed he would dispose of us one at a time.

When Kikyou first informed me of this, my first thought was to keep Kagome safe. I could send her home or leave her with Kaede while the others and I went on, but Kikyou intercepted my thoughts…

"Kagome's presence is necessary," she stated stoically.

"Why?" I snapped back.

"It will take all of us working together to defeat Naraku this time," she said coldly. "Since she has the powers of a miko…we will use them."

I had more questions, but Kikyou had already turned away. Habits of old…I knew it was useless to pursue an issue once she deemed it closed. Dealing with Kikyou was similar to dealing with that damned Sesshomaru; you know when you have been dismissed.

I continued running aimlessly, trying to expel the feeling of unfairness. I was left to tell everyone what was happening, and I had to come clean with Kagome. The others thought I needed clarification about her and Kikyou. I didn't; I've known where my heart belonged for quite a while now.

I have loved Kikyou for so long, and in a small way, I always would. She was part of my past and one of the first humans (besides my mother) to ever reach out to me. Nevertheless, I wanted and needed to be with Kagome. The young woman from the future was a constant challenge to me; she had healed the wounds of my soul and re-opened my heart.

Our problem—Kagome "was" from the future. Her family was there, waiting for her return. My time was here and now, and I was not selfish enough to ask her to stay.

When visiting the future with Kagome, her time held much promise. Kaede and I, on numerous occasions, had discussed the possibility of my crossing and residing in her time. Sadly, we had no clear answers. Just a bunch of crap about voids, upsetting balances, and stuff I didn't understand.

I finally stopped running and stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking a small village. Although the situation seemed hopeless, I would not give up.

"I can't lose you, Kagome!" But my words drift away in the wind.

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Not far away, two figures stood on a hillside with an extended valley view. They watched in silence as the campfire below illuminated the surrounding area.

"They appear safe, Lady Kikyou," said Kohaku in a low monotone, "…at least for tonight."

"Yes, Kohaku, but we can't become careless," the Miko responded, her eyes still vigilant on the campsite.

They would keep watch until Inuyasha returned. The priestess was not fooled by Naraku's lies, and Kikyou considered the possibility of him trying to catch them off guard. She did not take his implication lightly, to pick them off one by one before the scheduled gathering.

The meeting was to occur in five days, but Naraku was devious and cunning; who knows what he could conjure up between now and that time. If things were as he said and he believed himself invincible, it would take everyone pulling together to defeat him. Naraku's own arrogance and conceit would be his downfall.

Kikyou and Kohaku continued their silent vigil until the familiar red haori appeared. They watched as Inuyasha bounded into the camp, and his friends quickly surrounded him.

"Ready, Kohaku?" Kikyou asked.

The young taijiya looked longingly at his older sibling standing beside the monk.

"Ane-ue…" he whispered before following Kikyou down the hill.

Kohaku's POV

Neither of us talked much, and that was fine with me. We shared the same goal: to destroy Naraku.

I observed the Miko from behind. She walked steadily, never appeared rushed or hurried, but was lightning-quick with her bow and arrows.

I've watched her closely during our few battles together. Her stoic mask made her hard to read, but her strategy was remarkable. Like a game of shogi, Kikyou could anticipate her opponent two to three moves ahead; however, what impressed me most - was her ability to adjust to any miscalculations and her patience. I would not misjudge her or the situation if she appeared disadvantaged.

As we walked in silence, I started thinking about our mission. Our next step was necessary, but I felt apprehensive about our destination.

"He won't trust you," I informed Kikyou.

Kikyou did not break stride, and I increased my steps to walk beside her, my head bent.

"I'm counting on it," she said smoothly.

"Kohaku…" Kikyou suddenly stopped and turned to face me. "…you shouldn't trust anyone; remember that, and you'll live longer."

My head snapped up at her words, and I found her watching me steadily. Her face was impassive, but I noticed a hint of mischief in her eyes. I assumed she was attempting a joke. I laughed aloud before covering my mouth, but Kikyou had already turned away.

"Come, Kohaku," she said in a quiet lilt. "Don't waste time. We must extend the invitation to the Lord of the Western Lands."

'Til next chapter...

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Positioned high in a tree, Inuyasha watched the first rays of sunlight appear on the horizon.

Four days left.

He looked down at the others, still asleep in the camp below. Everything was out in the open now, and he recalled the discussion last night following his return…

"Well, Inuyasha…hopefully, you've settled down enough to tell us what's happening," Miroku asked as he approached the group.

"We know there's more than what you originally told us," Kagome said, moving forward with Sango close behind. The taijiya, however, said nothing; she simply waited for an explanation.

Inuyasha felt suffocated as they surrounded him all at once. He reacted like a cat backed into a corner.

"Get the hell off my back, would ya!' he spat, "I just got here, and already you're comin' at me!"

"Just tell us, idiot!" Shippo piped in.

Inuyasha heard him, but the kitsune was nowhere around. The hanyou started sniffing for Shippo's scent from behind the monk.

"Why you little…," Inuyasha began to roll his sleeves and headed in that direction, all set to punch the kitsune.

"Osuwari!" Kagome's voice sliced through the air in response to Shippo's shriek.

Smiling, Miroku leaned over and addressed Inuyasha's form planted face first in the dirt. "We'll be over by the fire when you're ready to talk."

The group handled the news well; they did not bombard him with questions or ask for further clarification. Inuyasha was relieved and not in the mood for an open discussion. No one voiced their opinion; instead, they each went to their respective sleeping areas with an appropriate 'good night.'

Miroku was awake but feigned sleep until he heard Inuyasha leave the camp. The monk needed some time to meditate and regroup. He called Kirara to watch over the women, then looked at Sango's sleeping form before picking up his shakujou and leaving.

Kagome and Sango woke up to find the hanyou and the monk missing, but a fully transformed Kirara stood guard. Both young women are lost in their thoughts while packing up the supplies. Kagome finally broke the silence.

"What do you think of all this, Sango?" Kagome asked.

"I don't know," the taijiya replied. "With Naraku's reappearance, things are happening quite fast."

Kagome seemed to consider and then asked, "Do you feel we can trust Kikyou?"

Before Sango could respond, she saw Inuyasha approaching from her peripheral vision.

"Hmph! Don't mind me," he snorted. "Go ahead and answer Sango."

"To be honest, Inuyasha," she began and stood to face him. Everyone knew how sensitive he was about Kikyou, so Sango chose her following words carefully. "It's Kohaku I trust," she told him.

"Hmph!" Inuyasha tossed his head and marched off, clearly understanding her meaning.

Miroku returned as they were preparing to leave. He pulled Inuyasha to the side and announced he had decided to go home for a day or two to visit Mushin.

"I'll accompany you as far as the next village, and then I'll contact Hachi to transport me to the temple from there," the monk informed the hanyou.

"It's not a good time to split up right now," Inuyasha said. "What the hell'r ya thinking, monk?"

"I just need some time to visit home," Miroku sighed. "Surely you won't deny me that."

Inuyasha understood - a little. Miroku may be a wanderer, but there was still a place for him and another who considered him family. The hanyou recalled the one occasion Miroku returned to the temple where he grew up: when he thought Mushin was dying.

"All right!" Inuyasha responded gruffly. "Just make sure your butt is back here to help me kick Naraku's!" He clapped Miroku on the back before moving away.

"Kirara and I will take you, Houshi-sama," Sango approached, having overheard. "I've decided to go home as well."

"What the hell!" screeched Inuyasha, whipping around.

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Kikyou rested beneath a large tree; her eyes were closed, and she appeared relaxed. Her bow and arrow lay close by her side, near her outstretched legs.

Kohaku sat opposite her, resting one arm on a bent knee. He wasn't as calm as the miko and wondered when the roles had reversed. The hunters had become the hunted.

"Kikyou-sama?" he questioned.

"I know," was her only response.

Intimidated, Kohaku let out a long sigh. A moment passed, and he tried again.

"How long?"

"Since before sunrise."

"Oh!"

The taijiya did not understand Kikyou's reason for delaying the inevitable; he just wanted to deliver the message and go. Truthfully, Kohaku was a bit edgy. With his memory restored, he recalled his first encounter with Sesshomaru and vowed to make it his last.

"Do you think he knows we're looking for him?"

Kikyou, with her eyes still closed, exhaled. "If his hearing is as sharp as his brothers', he does now," she said, then rose slowly, leaving her weapon on the ground.

Kohaku looked up in surprise. They had traveled quite a distance, and he didn't understand why she would forgo her break until he felt the ominous aura and presence of the daiyoukai. With his chain sickle tucked in his obi, Kohaku stood and moved close to Kikyou.

Sesshomaru emerged from the forest and stepped out to stand across from them. His cold gaze roved over the priestess, ignoring the taijiya.

Kikyou's eyes started from the daiyoukai's feet. They moved up and over his robes, decorative obi, armored breastplate, and flowing mane of silver hair. Impassive mahogany orbs met a stoic, golden, condescending glare.

"Why do you seek 'this' Sesshomaru?" he inquired stoically, with dangerous undertones.

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Gliding through the air on Kirara's back, Sango and Miorku looked down at Mushin's temple as it came into view. The monk sat behind the taijiya with his shakujou resting across his lap, separating them. Other than comments about the scenery, the two had had little conversation since leaving the others this morning.

Sango could probably feel Miroku's eyes assessing her as if trying to memorize every feature. Miroku watched the hair at her temples caress her face; her ponytail flickered in the wind, and he welcomed its silkiness brushing my face.

Miroku's gaze dropped lower, observing her toned thighs as she navigated Kirara. Sango's obi at her waist flapped in the wind, drawing his attention to her womanly form. What the monk wouldn't give to have his hands follow the path of his eyes.

"What's all the sighing for?" Sango questioned, looking at Miroku over her shoulder.

"Huh!" The monk looked up in surprise. "Ah, nothing," he muttered, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Sango said nothing but fixed him with one of her death glares.

The trio flew over the temple and saw the large crater, Miroku's father's grave, adjacent to the torii gate.

"Is this the reason for your sudden return home, Houshi-sama?" Sango asked.

"Yes," the monk answered wistfully. "After talking with Inuyasha, I felt a need to come."

"Me too," Sango said, looking toward the Taijiya village a few valleys away.

Kirara landed, and Miroku dismounted. Suddenly, the monk felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. He had experienced a similar sensation yesterday, but it was less intense.

"Sango?" He placed a hand on her thigh. "Why don't you stay here with me?"

The taijiya looked down on him from her position on Kirara's back and then at his hand, applying gentle pressure.

"No thanks," she said stiffly, frowning.

"Come on, I didn't mean it that way!" the monk said harshly but removed his hand. "I'm not thinking hentai thoughts—not this time," he appealed to her.

He wanted Sango to be safe and tried to express this to her. The monk learned long ago to trust his instincts, the feeling he interpreted as a forewarning.

"As you well know, I can take care of myself, Houshi-sama," Sango replied. "Besides, I have Kirara with me." The cat youkai turned her head and emitted a low growl in recognition.

"That's not the point…as you well know," he mimicked her words.

"I understand what you must do and won't detain you. I simply thought we could go together after leaving here," Miroku pressed.

Reaching up, the monk's hand closed over the taijiya's while the other absently stroked Kirara's fur. "I'm concerned, Sango. We've come too far," Miroku said with some urgency.

A rosy blush spread across Sango's cheeks. She looked down at the monk, and then their hands intertwined.

Suddenly, Miroku realized what Sango was thinking. He was getting better at reading this beautiful but troubled woman…his woman.

The monk gave her one of his most sensuous smiles and moved in close, invading her space. The Taijiya's blush deepened as he gazed into her eyes and said sincerely -

"Do what you must, Sango, but I need you back before nightfall. I can't have my intended getting lost," The monk murmured suggestively. He raised her hand to his lips and lightly grazed her knuckles. "Come back to me, Sango," he whispered. "We both have promises to fulfill."

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Back at the Bone-Eaters Well, Inuyasha paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. Kagome sat perched on the side of the well with Shippo on her shoulder.

They arrived about midday. Kagome chatted with Kaede, updating the older Miko on their progress. Soon after, Kagome announced she was leaving for home in the future. Now, she, Shippo, and Kaede were a captive audience to Inuyasha's rantings.

"Miroku's gotta go home, Sango's gotta go home; everyone's seemed to have caught the 'I'm goin' home' bug." As an afterthought, the hanyou added, "Now that Miroku, I'll betcha that's not what he's doin'; probably off philanderin' somewhere!" he muttered.

"Inuyasha…" Kagome attempted to interrupt his flow.
"And Sango," the hanyou's rant continued. "She didn't even answer me, jus' stared like I had grown two heads or somethin'!"

"That's it." Kagome's voice cracked like a whip as she leaped from the well. "Calm down, Inuyasha. You're getting all worked up over nothing."

"Yeah…for nothing," Shippo repeated.

"Look here, you…" Inuyasha started and stopped abruptly as Shippo took off in a run with Inuyasha in hot pursuit.

Kagome crossed her arms and frowned, watching the antics of both youkai. "Don't make me say it," she said calmly…too calm.

Inuyasha stopped, looked at Kagome, and realized she was serious. He forgot about Shippo for the moment and turned back toward her.

With Inuyasha and Shippo under control, Kagome leaned back against the well, and extended her hand. "Come here, Inuyasha."

The hanyou walked over, stood in front of her, and she took hold of his hands. "No one is going to desert you; all of us will return to finish this," she said softly.

Inuyasha's eyes widened at her words, and then... "Hmph! Like I care," he responded callously, but it lacked conviction.

Kagome would not argue with him. She knew being alone was an issue for him, and he also knew she knew. With this mindset, they continued to hold hands and acknowledge the unspoken words.

"I'll be back late. I want to take a bath but also have to restock supplies and food; you know you want more Ramen," Kagome teased him. "I also want to check on Mom, Grandpa, and Souta."

Inuyasha surprised Kagome by leaning his forehead against hers and inhaling deeply. "Why do ya' worry about a bath so much, but you always smell so good?"

Kagome's pulse rate increased; she slid off the well into his arms, and they held each other wordlessly.

"Inuyasha…I should go now," she pulled back.

"Yeah, I got things to do too!" the gruffness returned.

Inuyasha helped her up and over the wells' wall and was rewarded with a bright smile from Kagome before disappearing into the dark abyss.

A smiling Kaede with Shippo watched the two a short distance away. The kitsune had run into the older Miko after being chased by Inuyasha.

"Too bad he's not that nice all the time," Shippo said, hopping on Kaede's shoulder. The two shared a laugh and then turned to head back to the village.

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Sango stood in the taijiya graveyard, looking down on the marked graves of her father and comrades. She knelt, offering her prayers, and laid flowers.

Not long ago, the Taijya village was filled with the families of promising young demon-slayers. They were happy people who appreciated the simple pleasures life offered. Although considered lower-class citizens, their respectability and work proficiency placed them in high regard with the shogunate.

Neatly arranging the flowers on the graves, Sango sighed as memories of her father came flooding back...

"No, Sango! You must unsheathe your katana in one fluid motion… your stance is off-balance… how many times have I told you…"

He was a diligent but loving father, held in high esteem throughout the 'demon slayer' community, and a successful leader.

At the age of six, Sango was thrilled when her father announced the start of her training. At that time, she wasn't concerned about carrying on a family tradition; it meant she could spend more time with her father.

Although not defenseless, her mother was not a skilled fighter. The woman was a dancer by trade; she had a passion for it but needed to be more daring for the Kabuki stage. Sango's mother's style needed to be refined for the Noh Theater. Once she met Sango's father, the woman willingly gave up one passion for another and became a wife and mother.

When her mother was happy, she would hum and sway to the music in her head. She would take Sango and lead her through the intricate steps. Beautiful as it was, Sango chose the rigid training of the taijiyas'. Blessed with her mother's grace and her father's skill, she quickly became one of the top slayers' in the village.

Walking back to the main house where she grew up, Sango lingered through each room filled with vivid childhood memories. The vision dulled as she reached the space that belonged to her parents, and one memory, in particular, came to mind: it was the night Kohaku was born…

It seemed like hours that a young Sango had awaited the birth of the new addition to their family. First, it was months and now hours.

Her mother's labor had started early that morning, and the village women arrived to assist in the birth. It was now evening, and they were still enclosed in that room.

Sango's father, who had been banned several times already, finally decided to go outside.

It was dusk by the time Kohaku appeared. Sango heard his muffled cry and then the wailing of her newborn sibling. Her father reappeared, brushing past her, and she followed, passing through the doorway simultaneously.

The sight was unforgettable; there was blood, so much that the bed was saturated. Sango looked at my mother and was shocked.

She had never seen her mother looking so disheveled. Coming home after a long day working in the fields, she had never seen her mother look worn.

Sango ran to her mother, falling to my knees beside her bed. "Haha-ue, are you all right?"

Her mother's outstretched arm prevented her from coming closer. One of the women walked over to Sango carrying the bundle, which was her new baby brother.

"Come, little Sango, let's get to know this little guy and let your mother rest."

Sango looked at her mother again; something felt wrong. This was supposedly a joyous moment, but no one appeared happy. She looked at her father for answers, but he remained near the doorway as if frozen.

"Yes, Sango," my mother whispered with a strained smile, "Go get acquainted with your brother. Your father and I have named him Kohaku."

Sango was hesitant.

"Please, dear," the mother beseeched her husband, who placed an arm around his daughter's shoulder. The woman holding Kohaku placed the newborn in Sango's arms. Her father guided her to the door, kissed her forehead, and shut her out of the room.

As Sango stood trying to hush Kohaku's cries, she realized she was also crying. It was the last time the taijiya saw her mother alive.

Presently, with tears in her eyes, Sango gave the room a once over and slid the shoji with a snap, closing out those memories.

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Mushin sat on the engawa at the temple across from Miroku and Hachi. The unexpected arrival of his young ward had interrupted the ordinary course of his day. However, the older monk finally got his hands on some sake and was happy.

Morning purification - and sake, clean the temple - and sake, a trip to the village - and sake, afternoon prayer - and more sake…well, for Mushin, it was a good routine.

Miroku arrived while Mushin was out performing a legitimate exorcism. The old monk returned to find the younger man sifting through the scrolls in the storeroom.

"Welcome home, my boy!" Mushin bellowed with feeling. "It's been a while."

"It's good to be home," Miroku responded with equal fervor.

There was no need to ask if he was staying. Mushin could see Miroku still wore his traditional robe and rosary beads that subdued the 'Kazaana.' This young man's quest was not over yet.

Miroku explained he was searching for the scrolls his father and grandfather wrote. Since they both battled Naraku, he hoped that this time, he might find a weakness or at least give a clue through their writings how to defeat him.

"Once I locate the scrolls, I'll need to review them," said Miroku, searching the shelves. "I tried this once before but didn't find anything. I might have overlooked something."

"Waste of time if you ask me," stated Mushin, retrieving a box from a corner.

"Oh…and why is that?" Miroku sounded irritated.

As the young monk turned to hear an explanation, Mushin placed a small chest in his arms. The chest bore the temple seal and no other decoration.

"Your father and grandfather's scrolls are kept here," Mushin's round face scrunched in a smile that made his eyes appear smaller. "I thought you might need them again."

Miroku stared in awe at his mentor; the older monk never ceased to amaze him. He had maintained an immaculate temple; he not only raised a foster son but also preserved that boy's legacy and was held in high regard among his peers. All this was accomplished, yet his mentor barely remained sober.

"I'll leave you to your work, son." Mushin headed for the door.

Pride swelled in Miroku's chest. This man had always been there for him and helped him through the most challenging times.

"We can go through the scrolls together, Mushin," Miroku invited, hoping to spend more time with the older man.

"You're on your own," Mushin said, looking over at his young ward.

Besides the 'Kazaana, Miroku held the last link to his biological family in his arms. "I've got things to do," the older monk grunted.

Miraculously, a jug of sake appeared from nowhere. Mushin shuffled out the door with an unapologetic smirk, leaving behind his chuckling apprentice.

After an afternoon going over the scrolls, Miroku had to admit they were in perfect condition. They were in chronological order and very legible. However, he could not find anything to aid in Naraku's defeat.

The only noteworthy item was Naraku, who seemed to be a creature of habit. Miroku's dealings with him appeared nearly identical to those with his father and grandfather.

After another hour, Miroku, exhausted from reading, decided to join Mushin on the engawa.

During dinner, the two discussed every topic save one. Miroku knew Mushin was waiting for the right moment to bring up the issue of Sango. Hachi - the tanuki youkai and Miroku's friend arrived, and he thought that would forestall the conversation, but no.

"I find it hard to believe you left Sango behind," the tanuki began with a snicker, "Or, did she give you permission to leave?"

This was the opening for several teasing remarks about Sango's temper and Miroku's fidelity (or lack thereof).
Through the laughter, Miroku noticed the time; it was almost sunset.

Sango should be here by now, he thought, and he regretted letting her go alone; if anything happened to her - no, he refused to think that way.

The young monk got up and walked over to the shoji. He slid back the panel and looked at the already darkening sky.
"Sango, where are you?"

Hachi and Mushin followed Miroku, also looking at the end of twilight. Sensing the young monk's worry, the older monk clamped a hand down on his shoulder. "Follow your instincts, my boy," he advised.

Miroku turned to the others, reading their concern. Immediately, he grabbed his shakujou, leaning against the wall, and turned to the tanuki.

"Hachi?"

"There's no need to say it, Master Miroku," the tanuki responded, already transforming. "Let's go!"

'Til next chapter

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Kikyou and Sesshoumaru faced each other; Kohaku stood off to the side, warily observing them. The Miko had yet to answer the daiyoukai's question, and he did not intend to repeat his request. They just stood there quietly, assessing each other.

Kohaku had no clue what Kikyou was thinking; with all her spiritual powers combined, she was no match for Sesshoumaru. She must have concluded this as well since she finally decided to respond.

"Lord Sesshoumaru," she said, slightly bowing in greeting. However, he did not return the gesture; he just continued to look at her with his haughty glower. Kikyou, unfazed, calmly continued.

"We have come with a message," she informed him.

"A message delivered by two mindless, soulless resurrections?" His gaze swept from Kikyou to include Kohaku.

"You smell of soil and cadaver," he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Naraku is a coward. I, Sesshoumaru, plan to deal directly with him whenever the fool stops running."

If his remarks offended Kikyou, she gave no indication. Instead, with a sigh, she murmured and shrugged a delicate shoulder, "Such are the contents of this message, but…as you wish."

Kikyou bent to retrieve her weapon from the ground, and a nod to Kohaku indicated they were leaving.

Kohaku needed clarification. They had traveled all this way only for the priestess to renege. What about the message? Naraku had specifically requested Sesshoumaru's presence along with the others. So…what happens now?

Kikyou swept past the taijiya, heading back in the direction from whence they came. Her gait was unwavering; she walked proudly with her head held high and without a backward glance at the daiyoukai. There was nothing left to do but accompany her. Kohaku fell in step, walking slightly behind. They were about to enter the forest when Sesshoumaru spoke.

"Halt!"

His command cracked like a whip through the air. The taijiya stopped immediately; Kikyou, however, did not. She continued walking as if she didn't hear.

Hearing a hissing sound from behind, Kohaku turned, quickly removing the chain sickle from his obi. Before he could complete the maneuver, he saw Sesshoumaru sail past him, heading in Kikyou's direction. It happened so fast that he didn't have time to warn her.

Kikyou had anticipated, as well as instigated, Sesshoumaru's reaction. She stood with her bow drawn tight, a purifying arrow ready to fire, and pointed directly at the daiyoukai's chest. Within range and inches from his breastplate, he was too close for her to miss.

"I'm only the messenger and hardly worthy of your assault," Kikyou stated emotionlessly. Sesshoumaru, with narrowed eyes, looked down on the Miko. She met his stare unflinchingly, and her hands remained steady on her bow.

"Stupid woman."

In a blur, Sesshoumaru sidestepped the point of Kikyou's arrow and disarmed her with one swipe of his clawed hand.

Kikyou stepped back and out of reach. Kohaku was already moving, chain sickle in hand. He jumped between them, positioning himself before Kikyou and pushing her behind him.

Sesshoumaru slowly advanced on them, flexing his claws. Kohaku inched back, trying to keep a distance. Then abruptly, the daiyoukai stopped moving, and a flash of some emotion registered on his face. Not knowing what to expect, Kohaku planted his feet firmly, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, a small figure burst through the bushes. Rin pulled up short when she saw Kohaku. With a big grin, she yelped in recognition and ran toward the taijiya.

"Kohaku!"

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Sango stood in the courtyard of the Taijiya village. Rebuilding her home—their home —would take a lot of work. She wanted to remain positive. Returning together would be a dream come true for both she and Kohaku. Sango also desired to have that perverted Houshi come, too.

Just thinking about their parting earlier caused her to blush. Other than asking her to bear ten or twenty children when he proposed, Sango and the monk had yet to make any other plans. She would be happy if he chose to live here, but if not…she would follow her husband but return here every chance she got.

A slight breeze rippled through the courtyard. Sango arched back and stretched her arms overhead, allowing the wind to caress her skin. She had changed from her slayer uniform into a simple hadagi, a lounging gown that once belonged to her mother.

The fabric was exceptionally light with a semi-translucent texture. On Sango's mother, who was shorter, the dress reached the ankles. Since the taijiya was taller, it came just below her knees. The hadagi was worn without the traditional obi tied at the waist, allowing better movement. Two slits up the side of each hem provided room for her long strides as it had once accommodated her mothers' dancing. Wearing the garment simply for comfort, Sango was unaware of how the simplicity of it complimented her figure.

Pulling the ribbon from her hair, the breeze caught the chestnut strands, which fanned out and floated behind her. The wind snatched the ribbon from her fingers, and she watched, mesmerized, as it twisted and dipped in the wind.

Noticing the sun was about to set, Sango suddenly remembered her promise to Houshi-sama to return to the temple before nightfall. If only she had more time, she thought as the neko-youkai rounded the corner after waking from a long-deserved nap and joined her mistress in the courtyard.

"Perfect timing, Kirara," Sango looked beyond the yard. "Now we can take the opportunity to visit that special place," she said as her spirits lifted. "Hurry, Kirara!" Sango broke into a run. "Houshi-sama won't mind if we're a little late!" she challenged and sprinted through the front gate with Neko-youkai on her heels.

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Kagome arrived in her era late afternoon with her deflated backpack hanging from one shoulder. She entered the kitchen and saw her mother preparing dinner. Without announcing her arrival, she walked over, threw her arms around her mother's waist, and squeezed.

Mrs. Higarashi turned, looked at her daughter in surprise, and immediately returned the embrace. It felt good to have her daughter home again; it had been almost a week since her last return. Finally, she pulled back, looking her child over.

"Goodness," her mother said, cupping Kagome's face. "You look terrible!"

"Mom!" Kagome whined.

"Well, maybe not terrible," Mrs. Higarashi said, contrite yet forged ahead. "Have you been getting any rest?"

Kagome leaned against the counter, inhaling the aromas from the cooking pots, and took her time responding. Never having lied to her mother, there is no need to start now.

"Not really," Kagome began with a sigh. "Things are a little hectic right now, is all."

"Would you like to talk about it?" her mother offered.

"Maybe later," Kagome said evasively and quickly changed the subject. "Where's Souta?"

Mrs. Higarashi watched her daughter leave the room. Things were more than hectic if Kagome was looking for her little brother. She stood in the doorway observing her children.

Souta and Kagome appeared to be arguing. As soon as Mrs. Higarashi heard - "Brat" from Kagome and saw Souta stick out his tongue, she knew things were amicable. Smiling to herself, she returned to the kitchen to finish dinner.

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"Stop being so thick-headed, Inuyasha!" Kaede followed him out of the hut. "What purpose will it serve to go there now? It will be dark soon."

"Ah, shaddap, ya old…," Inuyasha bit back the insult. "All I'm gonna do is look around," the half-demon said by way of an apology.

"This is foolish," Kaede persisted. "Wait until the others return."

The Hanyous' body exuded stubbornness. The older Miko knew he would not heed her words; therefore, she tried another method.

"Kagome will not be pleased."

Inuyasha cringed, and then... "Aha!" he snapped, poking a finger at Kaede. "I thought you might try that!"

"Whatever do you mean?" The older woman looked somewhere past Inuyasha's shoulder, feigning innocence.

"Don't gimme that look, obaa-san!" he emphasized the last word.

Kaede pleaded, rationalized, and threatened, but nothing worked. Why was Inuyasha so determined to go to that cave alone?

Since Kagome had informed Kaede of Naraku's plan, the older Miko couldn't help but wonder why that place was chosen.

Everything started at the cave of Onigumo, and Kaede gave herself a mental shake, preferring not to relive those moments—yet. Her main concern was keeping Inuyasha from doing something he may regret later.

"What shall I tell Kagome when she returns tonight to find you gone?"

"Keh!" Inuyasha glanced at Keade with a smug grin. "She ain't comin' back t'night!"

"What?" Kaede looked up in surprise. "But, I heard her say…," the older Miko left the rest unsaid while picking non-existent threads from her hakama.

She did not want Inuyasha to know she had witnessed their private moment at the well. Finally able to meet his eyes, she found him watching her with his arms crossed, one brow raised, wearing an annoyed expression.

"Ya' know, you're gettin' as bad as Shippo," he sighed.

"Inuyasha…," Kaede began, but he cut her off.

"Kagome ain't comin' back tonight because she's worn out," he explained while sounding tired. "She'll get home, eat her mother's great cookin', avoid her grandpas' questions, battle with her brother, spend some time with her mom, and then fall asleep." Inuyasha paused for a moment and then continued. "She'll be back in the mornin' with food, supplies, and an apology."

He didn't sound upset, thought Kaede. He just stood there with his head bowed and arms falling to his sides. Kaede saw an opening and acted quickly.

"You should eat and rest as well, Inuyasha," the Miko stated, using her maternal voice. "The cave will be there in the morning; you can go then and be back before Kagome returns."

Inuyasha seemed to consider it and then said, "Don't say nothin' to Kagome, ya got that!" He barked and raised a threatening, harmless fist.

"I promise," Kaede says sincerely. She wanted him to wait for the others. It would be safer once their small group was together, and she was satisfied she had finally found a way to dissuade him tonight.

Inuyasha fixed Kaede with an angry glare. He knew what she was about but decided to let her have her way. Baring a fang, the hanyou shoved his hands in his pocket and sucked his teeth. Grimacing, he moved slowly past Kaede and back into the hut.

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Miroku and Hachi arrived at the Taijiya village at the start of twilight. After searching every house, shed, and storeroom, they found neither Sango nor Kirara.

"Are you sure she came here, Miroku-sama?" Hachi asked.

"She's here, Hachi," Miroku stated. He bent down to retrieve an object from the ground. Holding Sango's white hair ribbon in his palm, the monk realized there were just a few dirt smudges. She was recently here. "The question now…where did she go?" he inquired more to himself than the tanuki.

"I'll check the outskirts of the village," Hachi said before transforming and floating up and over the walls.

Miroku calmly walked the perimeter, looking for clues. Suddenly, he noticed Kirara's paw prints on the ground and began following them.

Although he appeared calm outside, the monk's insides were churning. That feeling of dread was rising to the surface, and it was taking everything he had to force it down. Miroku wouldn't think clearly if he allowed his fear to take control.

Gripping his shakujou, he took calming breaths to release the tension.

After surveying the building that looked like the main house, what the monk saw next knocked the breath from his lungs.

Sango's Hiraikotsu was propped against a doorframe. The woman would never leave it like this; she took great care of her weapon.

Panic seized him, and Miroku was forced to take another calming breath. Once again, he focused on Kirara's prints. They appeared to head toward the front gate, out of the village, down the dirt road, and the monk followed.

The tracks turned off into a wooded area and ended there. Now that Kirara's prints were gone and the sun would set soon, Miroku would have to rely purely on his instincts.

"Please be safe, Sango."

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The field of wildflowers held special memories for Sango. She remembered Kohaku as a child thrusting a bunch of lilies that he had picked especially for her. She recalled his shy smile as he handed her the blossoms, blushing profusely.

Having never received flowers from a male before, Kohaku's loving gesture made her feel all girly inside. Much to her little brother's surprise and chagrin, she hugged him fiercely, smooching her cheek against his affectionately.

This field, her home, and the memories of their parents all washed over Sango in pleasurable waves. Melodious laughter erupted from her, and she began humming the same tune her mothers used to. And like her mother's, Sango's body started to sway, repeating the steps learned long ago. The young taijiya felt happy…happier than she had in a long time.

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Miroku, moving swiftly, prayed he was heading in the right direction when the sound of laughter caught his attention.

"Sango!"

Miroku had heard it only a few times, but it was unforgettable—Sango's laughter. He felt relieved yet curious about what had incited that response.

The monk moved toward the sound. He left the forest, approached a large field, and noticed an enlarged Kirara sitting off to the side.

The Neko-youkai sat motionless and appeared focused on something in the field. Miroku knew the feline was aware of his presence, although she didn't immediately acknowledge him.

Moving to Kirara's side, Miroku touched her head, lightly scratching behind her ears. The Neko-youkai turned to him; her large eyes appeared dreamy, and she nuzzled his hand before focusing back on the field. Apparently, she was watching her mistress; however, nothing prepared the monk for what he saw next.

Sango was in the middle of the field of flowers, elevated by a slight incline as if on a stage. Miroku stared trance-like as the woman twirled and spun. Her arms and legs moved rhythmically in graceful, fluid movements.

Sango's hair was loose and flowing, and with each spin, it seemed to wrap around her torso and uncoil as she rotated back in the other direction. With each execution, more laughter echoed across the fields.

In a daze, the monk moved forward, taking his time. He had no desire to startle her out of this joyous dance. Miroku squinted as the last rays of the sun cast a glow on Sango's dancing form, projecting an ethereal radiance.

Miroku couldn't take his eyes off her. He enjoyed seeing Sango this way; this was how she should be. His imagination could never do justice to what his eyes beheld right now. He was close now that he could touch her if he just extended his hand. Unconsciously, the monk reached out, and Sango, amid a turn, suddenly stopped.

"Kirara?" The taijiya inquired and turned to the presence felt. Instead of the Neko-youkai, Sango found the monk watching her.

"Houshi-sama? You're here," she said, looking around and noticing the late hour. "Oh, sorry, Houshi-sama. I did not realize the ti…"

Before she could finish, Miroku took his finger and traced the line of her jaw; next, he tilted her face up and savored the moment. Sango's eyes sparkled with life, her cheeks were flushed by something other than fighting, and she mistook his silence.

"Houshi-sama, is everything alright?" Sango stepped closer.

The monk responded by sliding his hands into her hair, running his fingers through the silky strands. Next, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her head. She smelled just like the lilies surrounding them. Miroku shifted the weight of her hair over to one shoulder, leaving the other bare. His hand traced a path from her neck to her shoulders; his thumb caressed her throat, and he felt her shiver.

Dumbstruck, Sango couldn't move, shocked by the monks' actions. This was not his usual groping but a succession of cherished caresses. She stood in the circle of his arms, unsure what to do, how, or if to respond. His hands created havoc wherever he touched. She felt her body arch into his, her head rolling back, allowing him better access.

Miroku was drowning in her scent. With the curves of her throat exposed, he could not help but partake in the offering. The monk planted tiny kisses in the crook of her neck, moved upwards, and then gently nipped the delicate lobe of an ear. He heard Sango inhale sharply and felt her press closer.

Through the heavy fog of desire, Miroku realized Sango had not protested to his explorations, nor had a slap occurred...yet, and he grew bolder. His hands skimmed her shoulders, slid down her back, and came to rest lightly on her hips.

Miroku was inwardly restraining himself; however, the urge mixed with the fear experienced earlier was strong. This might be the last time they…

Dismissing the thought, Miroku moaned as his hands glided to Sango's bottom. He cupped the firm yet shapely flesh, pulling her even closer if that were possible.

Sango, enjoying the new and pleasant sensations, opened her eyes wide in surprise as she made contact with the monk's body and was forced to grab his waist to maintain her balance. Firmly pressed together, Miroku's arousal was evident. Receptor to his transmitting heat, her untried body, although heightened with fevered passion, Sango was fearful of the unknown and drew back.

"Houshi-sama?" Her voice was a mere whisper.

Sweeping from her cheeks, Miroku's lips blindly sought and captured Sango's. Intense passion flared out of control, and Sango found herself following his lead; her mouth opened, and their tongues met in a passionate duel. The taijiya could taste his need and responded with equal fervor. Reason and logic ceased to exist.

Miroku was the first to pull away; Sango's eyes were half closed, her lips slightly parted. Her rapid breathing drew his attention to her chest, where the thin fabric of her hadagi exposed her mutual arousal.

"Lovely attire, Sango," the monk whispered, lowering his head to reclaim her lips.

"T-thank you," the taijiya stuttered shyly, pushing up on her toes to meet him halfway. "It belonged to my mother."

Everything stopped, and Miroku's world crashed; Sango's words doused water on his burning flame.

This is her ancestral home, where her parents' graves lie not far away. No matter how beautiful the setting, Sango deserved better than an initial bedding on the ground. Miroku felt almost ashamed; to continue was a sign of disrespect to the parents who raised such a wonderful young woman.

Sango deserved to learn the art of love from her husband. Yes,…he had made the offer, but there was a chance he could not honor that promise.

Miroku's hands dropped to my sides, and reluctantly, he backed away from Sango. He kept his eyes focused on the ground, unable to look at her to see the confusion.

"Why?" Sango's voice shook.

"Sango…," the monk began and sighed, "…I don't think you need the burden of…"

Retribution was swift and by Kami, but she was fast. The impact of her slap sent Miroku back a few paces and had his ears ringing. Regaining his balance, he finally looked at her.

Sango's body was stiff, her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. Her hair shielded her eyes and face from the monk's sight.

"Who... who the hell are you to tell me what I need?" she shouted before brushing past him and running towards the village.

How long Miroku stood there with her sobs echoing in his ears, he did not know. He did not intend to hurt her; he was trying to do what was right. The monk just hoped that, in time, she would understand.

After retrieving his shakujou, Miroku noticed Kirara had reduced size and sat waiting for him. Cautiously, he stretched out a hand, unsure of the cat's reaction to its mistress' hasty retreat. The Neko-youkai meowed and hopped to his hand, then his shoulder, and snuggled in the curve of his neck. The monk lightly tickled the cat under the chin and listened as it purred.

"Thanks, Kirara," Miroku said, feeling better about his decision. "You, at least, understand my dilemma," he said to Kirara before heading slowly back towards the village.

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Chapter 4: Aftermath

Shroud in darkness and encased in the bowels of a dank cocoon, a metamorphosis occurred. The remains of discarded body parts littered the ground, the fate of the insignificant youkai deemed unworthy of a goal to achieve the ultimate form.

The cocoon hung suspended from the top of an enclosure. It pulsated and spurted forth a toxic secretion, which oozed from the walls and covered the ground, producing a foul stench.

As footsteps approached, a fissure appeared in the body of the cocoon. A bulge formed, pressing outward, its contents writhing and twisting to escape its confines. Finally, a shape protruded from the jagged opening. Gelatinous globs drip from Naraku's asymmetrical-shaped head and fall at Kanna's feet.

"This interruption better be worthwhile, Kanna," Naraku hissed. "I thought it clear; I am not to be disturbed."

"I have come to inform you that Kikyou and Kohaku have finally made contact with Inuyasha and Sesshomaru," the pale creation spoke in an inaudible whisper.

Splendid!" Naraku looked at the girl expectantly. "What's this…no mirror to view their progress?"

Kanna looked down at her empty hands and held them out, her palms up. She appeared to have just realized she was without her mirror. Looking back at her creator, she uttered a simple…"No."

"Useless!" Naraki hissed.

The hideous face was more contorted by the frown marring its features. Observing the waif, Naraku believed her insipid mind was free of independent thought, unlike her late sister, Kagura.

"Leave me, Kanna," he dismissed her. "Don't bother me again—not until it is time." Naraku slunk back into his grisly abode; his synthesis would be complete in a few days.

Kanna's apparition-like form turned and walked out of the musty lair. Naraku could not have known that her leaving the mirror behind was deliberate.

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Rin's constant chatter filled the clearing, firing rapid questions to Kikyou and Kohaku. Sesshoumaru and Jaken stood aside, and neither looked pleased by the turn of events. Finally, having heard enough, the daiyoukai walked and stood over Kikyou, who was conversing with Rin.

The little girl instantly stopped talking. Sesshoumaru never said a word; he glanced at the Miko, then turned and walked into the forest.

"You should follow him," Rin said simply.

Kikyou looked from the girl and then toward Sesshuomaru's retreating form.

"How do you know he wants that, Rin?" Kikyou asked, puzzled. "He has made no such request."

Before Rin could respond, Jaken came to stand in their midst.

"You impertinent wench! You will do well to do as Lord Sesshoumaru requests."

It was on the tip of her tongue to repeat he had made no request and withheld the urge to slap the demon imp for the wench comment. Instead, Kikyou sighed and got up. She sensed Kohaku move to accompany her, but she bade him stay and talk with Rin.

Sesshoumaru, clearly overhearing the exchange, was not pleased that it took Rin and Jaken to have the Miko succumb. Once Kikyou caught up to him, he turned to her and opened with a verbal attack.

"You are Inuyasha's wench?"

Coming from him, it sounded more of a statement than a question.

"I…am neither a wench nor do I belong to anyone," Kikyou stated pointedly. What was it with these demons and the term 'wench'?

Sesshoumaru said nothing; he just continued to stare. His presence was unnerving, but Kikyou maintained her stoicism.

The silence stretched. Rin's animated talk and delightful laughter floated between them, sadly reminding the priestess of Sayo. She was the child who resided in the first village Kikyou had stayed in following her resurrection. Forcing back the memory of that traumatic departure, she turned to Sesshoumaru.

"Might I be allowed to deliver the message now, Sesshomaru-sama?" Kikyou said with a hint of sarcasm, and surprisingly, the daiyoukai nodded for her to proceed.

Kikyou began, informing him of Naraku's challenge. "Since he feels we pose the greatest threat, Naraku plans to eliminate us all at once," Kikyou said, referring to those summoned. "Inuyasha and his group have been informed; I can only assume they are preparing a strategy," she informed the daiyoukai and went as far as to give her partial opinion of the circumstances.

As the Miko spoke, various assumptions ran through Sesshomaru's mind. This woman, this priestess, was the one who had sealed his brother. Naraku had eliminated her, only to have her revive and pursue him relentlessly. Why was that, and why was she the acting messenger to Naraku's requests?

Her words were without pretense, and her delivery was neither coy nor hesitant. For all her straightforwardness, the daiyoukai sensed she was withholding something, yet her speech revealed nothing.

Sesshomaru maintained eye contact with Kikyou the entire time she spoke. Her eyes are just as empty and emotionless as her body. Suddenly, Rin's high-pitched laugh interrupted the Miko's flow of words. The woman paused momentarily and then resumed talking, but her eyes strayed toward Rin and Kohaku. As if by magic, a light entered her mahogany orbs, and warmth radiated from them. Sesshomaru observed the transformation with narrowed eyes.

Unknowingly, Kikyou shed the mask of indifference; in its place was an expression the daiyoukai could only interpret as longing. With the Miko focused on the children, he took the opportunity to assess the rest of her person.

The obsidian tresses framing her face enhanced Kikyou's features. Her large mahogany eyes were exceptional, once readable. Fresh-faced, free of rogues used by humans and demons alike, she was indeed a striking human for one without the aid of such adornments.

Sessoumaru found her regal bearing the most intriguing; one would assume she was born of nobility. Although human, the fact she was a significant annoyance to Naraku was an asset.

Kikyou ended the message and turned her attention to Sesshoumaru, unaware that the detached image she portrayed was now ruined.

"Having fulfilled my obligation, I will take leave of you now," she stated, turning away.

"You feel obliged…to Naraku?" the daiyoukai inquired.

Kikyou stopped but did not turn around; after a long pause, she responded.

"An obligation…yes, to Naraku…no."

They continued in silence as they walked to where the others awaited them, both pensive. As the two entered the clearing, Kohaku stood on their arrival.

"Come, Kohaku…" Kikyou began, but was interrupted by Sesshoumaru.

"You will both remain here tonight!" he demanded.

Except for Rin, all eyes widened in shock at the daiyoukai's order, and all (Kikyou, Kohaku, Jaken, and even Ah-un) responded in unison.

"That's impossible!" gasped Kikyou.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Kohaku said cautiously.

Ah-uh grunted in disbelief, and Jaken was rendered speechless, well aware that, other than Rin, Sesshomaru's detestation of humans.

"Ah!" Rin exclaimed, clapping gleefully.

"You humans will provide Rin with entertainment," he explained. "I have matters to attend to and will be away for some time."

"As have I," Kikyou stated, eyes gleaming. She and Kohaku were preparing their strategy for the next meeting with Naraku, and neither had time to 'entertain,' as Sesshoumaru put it, his ward. "You will not …" the priestess began but was interrupted.

"Please, Kikyou-sama," Rin's small voice interceded. "I have so many questions to ask."

The Miko glanced down at the child's upturned face and conceded to the pleading look in her eyes. "Alright, Rin," Kikyou said with a slight smile, "We'll stay tonight - just this once."

Glancing to Kohaku to confirm, she noticed Sesshomaru exchanging words with the demon toad. Kikyou walked over to them, clearly having read the daiyoukai's intentions.

"He won't be there," the Miko said calmly, and she received a piercing glare. "Your thought was obvious," she explained.

"No more obvious than your defying acts earlier spurred to test my abilities," Sesshoumaru said, looking down his nose at her. "Do not test me, priestess; you will not like the outcome." The daiyoukai turned away from her widening eyes, the only indication of her surprise. He walked away and nearly stopped, surprised to hear a pleasing chuckle escape her throat.

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Standing over her daughter's sleeping form, Mrs. Higarashi wondered about Kagome's experiences in the feudal era. There were nights when she stayed up late, sensing her daughter was exposed to danger, yet she always returned unharmed.

Mrs. Higarashi realized this was assuredly because of Inuyasha. The half-demon was loud, bossy, rude, and utterly selfish. He definitely had issues, yet he had the cutest dog ears.

The first time Inuyasha appeared at their home, he had barged in, demanding Kagome return to the past with him. Mrs. Higarashi was concerned until she saw that Kagome was unafraid and could hold her own with the demon.

Each time they entered the well and returned, their relationship had a new aspect. It had grown and ripened into what an observant mother can only describe as love.

Whether Kagome or Inuyasha admitted it or not, they had feelings for each other. Because of those feelings, Mrs. Higarashi allowed Kagome to continue her visits to his time. She was confident Inuyasha would ensure her daughter's safety.

Sliding the covers over Kagome, Mrs. Higarashi kissed her daughter's brow before leaving the room. She returned to the kitchen to prepare the much-utilized backpack for the next mission to the feudal era.

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When Miroku and Kirara reached the Taijiya village, the moon was high. Sango and Hachi had shared a meal, leaving some food aside for the monk, who was happy that, under the circumstances, she did not plan to starve him.

Miroku found Sango in the main house, where she sat polishing her Hiraikotsu. As the monk approached, he prepared numerous explanations and excuses for what happened back at the lily field, but none seemed appropriate.

"Hachi told me I would find you here," Miroku greeted her.

No answer…Sango continued working. The monk watched as she applied slow, languid strokes to her weapon and shuddered. If things were different, he would be enjoying the pleasure of her touch right now.

"Sango, please…," Miroku started.

The monk was unsure of what he asked; the last thing he wanted was to alienate her. Sango did not realize how much he had come to rely on her. He needed her, as one needed air and water to survive.

"Listen…," Miroku appealed to her silence, "...we need to talk."

"No, Houshi-sama - there is no need," she responded quietly.

"Don't do this, Sango," he pleaded, "I want you to understand."

"I do - I understand," she said solemnly. "More than you know."

The comment made him uncomfortable. Sango's words indicated withdrawal. The monk didn't know how to stop this; he didn't know if he should try. He hesitated, which must have seemed a confirmation to Sango.

"Good night, Houshi-sama," she said and stood. "I hear we're leaving early tomorrow?"

Miroku was usually good with words, yet they all abandoned him now. He could only nod in acquiescence as she turned to leave and watched her go with a heavy heart.

"How did it come to this? Kami, what have I done?" he asked himself.

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Closing the shoji behind her, Sango leaned on it and closed her eyes. It took everything she had to retreat from Houshi-sama. Although she had told him that she understood… she did not, not at all.

Flopping down on the futon, Sango reached for her comb. Pulling it through her dark tresses, she felt it reminded her of Miroku's fingers.

"Miroku"

In her mind, Sango said his given name. Unlike the others, it took work for her to adjust to calling him Miroku. The taijiya addressed the monk by his title and would probably continue to do so. Conversely, Houshi-sama and Miroku were the same, but in Sango's mind, they each served a different purpose.

Houshi-sama was a scholar—an intellectual. He provided comfort and gave her faith. His words were encouraging, and she could always depend on them. He had pulled her from the ashes of despair and saved her life numerous times. He was Sango's lifeline; he stimulated her mind and heart.

Miroku was her passion—the hentai. He was charming and persistent, a seducer. Sango was acutely aware of her femininity around him and blossomed under his intense gaze. He did not need to say a word, but she felt beautiful. He stimulated her body and her soul.

Houshi-sama was her reality, and Miroku was her fantasy. Therefore, when she said Houshi-sama, it was with tremendous respect and admiration and was her sweetest endearment.

Sango got up and began to disrobe, preparing for sleep. As the material slid from her shoulders, the taijiya vividly recalled Miroku's caresses earlier, and a slight moan escaped her. She was forced to admit deriving pleasure from his occasional gropes even though she struck him, but what occurred between them today was her greatest fear.

The taijiya had often wondered if she had given into her passion; if she had allowed Miroku what he had sought so persistently, what would have been the outcome? Would she become one of his many conquests? Would she join the long list of women who have enjoyed his company? Was his proposal born of pity? Poor Sango, she has lost so much, she has no family.

Wrapping her arms around herself, the taijiya's thoughts ran rampant. She did not want to believe these things, but Miroku's rejection had left its mark. She was afraid to hear his explanation because she was afraid of the answer. But there was one thing Sango knew for sure…if he were to walk into this room right now and indicate that they should continue where they left off in the field, she would not hesitate and to hell with the consequences.

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Moving through the high grass, Inuyasha arrived at the mouth of Onigumo's cave. Damn, it took forever for Kaede to go to sleep. With only a tiny bit of guilt on his conscience, the hanyou ventured inside.

The cave looked the same as last time. The spot where Onigumo lay before the demons consumed his body was still free of grass, and he recalled Miroku saying that none would grow because of the demonic aura left behind.

Inuyasha continued past the spot and could only think of how that vermin, Onigumo, repaid Kikyou's kindness by taking her life.

Although the cave was dark, Inuyasha could see quite well, not to mention his other senses. Utilizing each, the hanyou concluded Naraku was not here, nor had he been.

Retracing his steps, Inuyasha planned to leave when he detected movement from his peripheral vision. Before he could grab the hilt of the Tessaiga, a long vine-like tentacle whipped out of the darkness, wrapping itself around the hanyou's wrist. As he attempted to grasp his sword with his free hand, another vine capturing the other wrist foiled this.

The more Inuyasha struggled, the more the vines tightened around his wrists. Tentacles lifted the hanyou high in the air and slammed him, head first, into the top of the cave. With his head spinning and amid the falling debris, Inuyasha saw the demon controlling the tentacles.

There wasn't much of a body, but the demon had a vast mouth displaying several rows of teeth. The beast lay flat against the wall, using the cave as camouflage with six identical tentacles protruding out.

As he was pulled toward the mouth of the demon, Inuyasha resumed his struggles. The vines had tightened to the point of drawing blood. Another vine shot forth and pierced the hanyou's thigh.

This was not good; he was trapped and also injured. Inuyasha could not reach Tessaiga nor use his 'Blades of Blood' and was now looking at those rows of teeth up close.

Suddenly, a beam of light came from nowhere, and the tentacles loosened. The ones holding Inuyasha released him, and he fell to the ground and rolled to avoid tumbling vines. The ends of the severed tentacles littering the cave floor, flopping around, seemed to sizzle as if cauterized.

Looking up, Inuyasha watched as the demon began to shrivel up and slide to the cave floor, and that was when he noticed Sesshoumaru.

With a smirk, his brother calmly retracted his poisoned claws and turned to him.

"So…you remain unscathed, Inuyasha?" Sesshomaru looked disappointed. "I assure you that was not my intention, little brother."

"Jus' what tha' hell is that supposed ta' mean?" Inuyasha shouted.

"You should be thanking me, imbecile."

"Thank you for what?" Inuyasha sneered.

"I shall express my appreciation in his stead, Sesshomaru," a voice interrupted the brother's feud.

"Myouga!"

The flea vassal appeared on the tip of Inuyasha's nose, executing a bow to the daiyoukai.

"Well, well…Myouga," the hanyou greeted. "Now you show up. Where ya been?" he asked sarcastically.

At his vassal's silence, Inuyasha looked back at Sesshoumaru. Disregarding his unwelcomed yet timely arrival, he rudely asked, "An' what the hell are you doin' here?"

Sesshomaru also declined a response, so Myouga spoke instead.

"It's too early, my lords," the flea addressed them.

"Naraku will be here at the appointed time. So both your attempts to confront him beforehand are futile."

"Wha'daya know about it, Myouga?" Inuyasha inquired. "I jus' found out myself."

"Master Inuyasha," the flea began with his chest puffed out, "I'll have you know, I am well informed and…"

"Who told cha'?" Inuyasha cut him off.

"Oh…, the two who travel with the wolf demon, Kouga," Myouga admitted. "I'm sorry, Master Inuyasha," the flea continued. "I've tried to locate the priestess, Lady Kikyou. Currently, she knows more than anyone."

Inuyasha and Myouga both look up to find Sesshoumaru gone.

Chapter Text

Feet first, I drop into the abyss. Plunging into its darkness, I am not afraid. Instantly, tiny fragments of light surround me, resembling a star-lit sky on a celestial horizon. Virtual air rushes up to greet me, my body slicing through it during the quick descent. I spread my limbs like I am free falling; formed winds tug at my clothes. Rapid changes in the atmosphere cause my ears to pop as I surrender to the void.

Halfway through, imagined fingers jerk me upwards; I hover briefly before continuing at a slower velocity. I feel weighted as if a force from above compels me down. I sense, rather than see, my approach to the bottom. For a brief moment, I levitate before my feet touch the solid earth of the 'Bone Eaters' Well.'

Hoisting the backpack up, Kagome used her feet to push her body out and over the well. Swinging her legs over, she sat briefly on the side to catch her breath.

Traveling between the Sengoku and Heisei eras was strange and exhilarating. No matter how often Kagome made this journey, the method of traveling through time remained a mystery.

The girl from the future looked around the dense area; it was early, the air was crisp, and the grass was moist from the morning dew.

"Only three days to go," thought Kagome as she heaved her backpack over her shoulder and moved toward Kaede's village. She strode along, trying to think of a reasonable excuse to give Inuyasha.

Actually, Kagome was surprised he hadn't come after her. The hanyou's usual style was to show up in her time, rush, and berate her to return to his time. But after a hot bath last night, the young woman's bed looked so soft and inviting. After a week of sleeping outdoors and on tatami mats, she could not resist the plump modern-day comfort.

"Kagome!" Shippo jumped out of nowhere. "You're back!"

"Shippo!" Kagome laughed as the little kitsune hopped in her arms. "Have you been behaving yourself?" she asked.

"I have, but not Inuyasha."

"Is that right?" Kagome pursed her lips and was compelled to ask. "What has he done now?"

She could envision Inuyasha harassing poor Shippo and Kaede in her absence.

"He went all by himself to Onigumo's cave last night!" Shippo confessed.

"What!" Although Kagome feigned shock at the kitsune's following words, she wasn't really surprised.

"He got injured too," the fox demon emphasized, "and he… whoa!" The kitsune nearly tumbled out of her arms as the future Miko accelerated from a leisurely stroll to a full sprint.

"Hold on, Shippo!" Kagome said, making a mad dash to the village and Inuyasha's side.

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"How long have they been like this, Hachi?" Mushin inquired of the tanuki, who looked distressed. The two watched Miroku and Sango and thought no one would ever think they were betrothed.

After leaving the Taijiya village, Miroku used Hachi as his mode of transportation, while Sango rode Kirara alone. They did not converse with each other or anyone else. Sango kept her eyes averted, focusing on the destination, and Miroku kept his eyes closed and appeared in constant meditation.

"Since last night, Mushin-sama," Hachi answered, "They have not spoken two words to each other."

"Hm!" Mushin muttered and then left to search for Miroku.

The older monk headed to the storerooms where Miroku had been most of the morning. However, Sango had yet to come out of her room since arriving.

Standing at the entrance, Mushin watched Miroku peruse multiple scrolls. The older monk had no idea what had transpired between the young couple, but he refused to allow his ward to lose what might be his last chance at happiness. It did not matter if that fulfillment lasted a day, a month, or a year; the young monk deserved to enjoy whatever time was left.

Although highly intelligent and socially adept, Miroku had lived a hopeless existence since birth. Other than Mushin and Hachi, there were no others close to him. Once Miroku came of age, Mushin encouraged the indulgence of superficial pleasures, wanting the boy to enjoy his limited life to the fullest. But now, Miroku had friends, not brief acquaintances, and a woman he cared for deeply.

"You've been here all morning, son," Mushin said as he entered the room.

Miroku looked up from reading and responded, "Well… yes, I did not finish reviewing the scrolls from this section, and the time to meet with Naraku is drawing near," the younger monk said.

"Just don't get too involved with those scrolls that you forget about Sango," Mushin warned. "You two should be spending time together; maybe you could show her around the temple," he suggested.

"A needless worry," Mushin-dono. I can no more forget about Sango than I can forget to breathe," Miroku said softly; he looked sullen yet attempted a smile.

"I'm glad to hear that; however, a certain young lady might also like to hear it."

"No!" Miroku said vehemently, almost desperately. "Not - not yet," he murmured.

Taken aback by this sudden burst of emotion, Mushin awaited the remaining explanation he knew would follow.

"Three days," Miroku stated. "In three days, I'll tell her… if I survive."

Mushin could not believe what he was hearing. He could not accept the lack of confidence in Miroku's words and voice.

"What if you're not with us in three days?" Mushin countered. "That young woman has a right to know your feelings for her."

"Sango knows… " Before Miroku could finish, the older monk interrupted.

"Does she?" Mushin inquired. "Does she know 'why' you've sacrificed your life countless times to save hers? Does she know 'why' you feel pain and guilt when words of comfort are all you can offer? Does she know 'why' her vengeance has become your cause?"

Miroku did not respond to those questions, nor did Mushin expect him to. His asking was devised to make the young monk think.

"Despite your reputation with women and occasional indulgences," Mushin persisted, "... does she know 'why' you have practiced restraint regarding her?"

A slight blush appeared on Miroku's cheeks, and he hurriedly turned his back, but he was not quick enough. Mushin comprehended its meaning. As he suspected, Miroku had found his 'one precious piece' in Sango. Realizing this, the older monk changed tactics.

"You are fortunate to have chosen such a strong woman," the older monk began.

"I won't do it, Mushin," Miroku shook his head. "I won't subject her to my death just because I feel she can handle it!"

"If we save Kohaku, Sango can continue with her life… without me. She has been through enough; I will not oppress her further! I won't repeat my father's mistakes!"

"You-are-not-your-father!" Mushin hissed and slammed his fist on the table, knocking the scrolls to the floor.

Miroku looked up, surprised to see the older monk visibly fighting for control, his body stiff and unyielding.

With eyes closed, Mushin remembered Miroku's father and stated, "Fortunately, I have the privilege of knowing both your parents well; I am sorry that you do not remember them as I do."

"Mitsuru and your mother lived, loved, and they both loved you. You were the most important person to them. Where is the mistake in that, my boy?"

"You have managed to surpass your father's endeavors in pursuit of ending the Kazaana's curse. Your mother, although beautiful and kind, is not Sango. So, how do you compare?" Mushin pressed.

"Your mother knew of the curse and its implications for their future. Yet she chose to be with your father and bear his child. Mitsuru allowed her those choices, and they were happy, if just for a while. But that's more than I can say for you!"

"You are deliberately denying Sango access to your true feelings," Mushin continued. "No offense, son, but for someone of your intellect… that is a stupid move."

Miroku just stood there, taking the assault of words with his head lowered. Finally, he addressed his mentor.

"No disrespect, Mushin," he said and bowed deeply. "It's easy for you to say you're not the one marrying Sango."

"From the look of things, my boy," Mushin stated with a parting shot, "neither will you."

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Kikyou and Kohaku left the campsite early. Rin was still asleep, having stayed up late, dominating the conversation. That child was full of inquisitive energy and keenly sharp despite her gibberish, thought Kikyou as she smiled, thinking of the little girl.

"You enjoyed your time with Rin, did you not?" Kohaku asked, noticing her expression.

"Of course I did," the Miko immediately dropped the smile.

"It seems you have a soft spot for children, eh, Kikyou-sama," the taijiya teased.

The priestess did not respond, yet the corners of her mouth tilted slightly. She then decided to return the favor as she turned to her comrade. "I think Rin has a soft spot for you, Kohaku," Kikyou said.

Kohaku gasped, and the reaction had the Miko covering her mouth, quickly trying to suppress her mirth.

"You could barely move an inch before Rin followed," Kikyou said.

A blush stained Kohaku's cheeks as he could not dispute Kikyou's implication. The child moved with him whenever he moved, and her endless flow of conversation began again.

"Rin's a chatty little thing, isn't she?" Kohaku said. "She's like an annoying little sister, in awe of her older brother."

"As a kid, I was like that with Ane-ue," the taijiya thought of his older sister, Sango. "I probably bombarded her with questions like Rin does with me," he confessed shyly.

Remembering the past, Kohaku smiled. Talking with Kikyou and Rin, he felt almost normal again. Having concealed his thoughts and emotions from Naraku for so long, Kohaku had developed his own brand of stoicism. It was good to relax, if only for a little while.

Kikyou looked at her travel companion and nodded in understanding. The taijiya had her reminiscing about her little sister - Kaede.

Soon, the two approached a crossroads, and as planned, it was time they separated. They each had a job to do and agreed to meet up later.

Before parting, Kikyou suddenly grabbed Kohaku by the shoulders and turned him to face her. "Watch yourself," she cautioned. "Don't let your guard down."

Kohaku winced slightly, and Kikyou noticed her tight hold on the boy. She released him, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Hurry back," she snapped, attempting to put things back in perspective. "We have much to do and little time."

Walking away, she did not see Kohaku's knowing smile or his lips move in a silent "Take care" as they moved in opposite directions, heading to their own destinations.

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Unbeknownst to the other temple occupants, Sango and Kirara fled the confines of their room long ago. Although the taijiya enjoyed her privacy, seclusion was not to her liking.

The temple grounds were beautiful and well-maintained, and Sango and Kirara took an unguided tour. One of the highlights was the waterfall, an exquisite addition to an already beautiful temple. There had been no opportunity to enjoy the view on the last few occasions. With Kirara frolicking about, the taijiya now took the time to pay homage to Houshi-sama's father.

Kneeling in the center of the large crater, Sango laid flowers and pressed her palms together in prayer. This was where Mushin found her.

The monk stood back, approaching only after she completed her invocation. Mushin waited until she lowered her hands and folded them in her lap before he spoke.

"Ah, Sango," Mushin greeted and sat beside her. "You have led this old man on a merry chase; I have looked all over for you."

"Oh! I'm sorry, Mushin-dono." Her brown eyes widened. "I didn't mean… did you need me for anything?"

"No… no, it's all right, child." The monk waved away her explanation. "I was hoping you could convince Miroku to take a break; he has been pouring over those scrolls for hours now."

"I wouldn't want to disturb him," Sango said softly, looking away.

They were both silent, each caught up in their own thoughts. Mushin wondered how to reach out to this young woman. Not much of a conversationalist, Sango wondered how to ask the monk a few questions. Simultaneously, they both chose the direct approach.

"What was…?" Sango started.

"Do you…?" Mushin began.

"Oh! You first." They both said in unison.

Sango started to laugh, making a soft, dulcet sound, and Mushin looked at her in wonder. This persona… this was what Miroku fought so hard to reveal. It is almost like looking at a different woman. Eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed, Sango was truly lovely. Shaking his head to clear it, Mushin continued.

"Please," Mushin nodded, allowing Sango to speak first.

"Um… what were Houshi-sama's parents like?"

With a smile, Mushin took a deep breath and launched into the tale of Miroku's lineage. He revealed the history of the cursed Kazaana and its effect on the family.

Mushin explained how Miroku, his father and grandfather, vowed to live each day as if it were the last. Miroku's grandmother only produced an heir to continue the pursuit of ending the curse. However, Miroku's mother loved his father but was the first of the two to pass away following her son's birth.

"Mitsuru was a different man after her death," Mushin stated. "He was doubly cheated of his already short-lived happiness, so he focused entirely on pursuing Naraku until the 'Kazaana' claimed him."

Sango was silent during the narrative and seemed pensive after.

"Now, young lady, it's my turn to ask a question." Mushin interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh… all right." Sango turned to the older monk in anticipation.

"Are you in love with Miroku?"

The taijiya did not respond; she sat perfectly still, eyes focused elsewhere. With every second that ticked by, Mushin's hope wavered.

"Yes," she spoke softly, "I do; I truly love him."

Mushin released a breath he was not aware of holding. He waited a moment, allowing Sango time to accept her admission.

"Now that I've admitted that to someone other than myself, I must ask that you don't tell him. Please, Mushin-dono," whispered Sango.

"I believe that's for you to do, my dear," the monk answered.

"What… if he doesn't feel the same way? I won't accept his pity!"

Mushin turned to face Sango; he looked her in the eye, his face serious.

"I want you to reflect on every encounter, every conversation, and every moment spent with Miroku," he paused for effect. "Think hard and then see how you feel."

The monk stood up and looked down at her, his jovial expression back in place.

"Miroku informed me that you were one of the best demon slayers in your village," Mushin began, and Sango looked up, puzzled. "So, I assume fighting is a natural part of your existence." He watched her nod in affirmation before continuing.

"I was told you fought to avenge your father and comrades, to reclaim your brother from Naraku's clutches, and to protect others through your travels. Is that not so?"

"Yes, Mushin-dono," Sango said passionately, "And I won't stop; my father instilled that in me. It's what I live for!"

"Then also fight to be happy," the monk said firmly. "No matter how brief or elusive it may seem. You have fought by Miroku's side; you might consider fighting to continue your lives together."

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Sesshoumaru arrived back at an empty camp, except for Jaken. Rin had gone in search of food under the protection of Au-un, and Kikyou and Kohaku were nowhere in sight. As the daiyoukai approached, Jaken, who trembled under his fierce gaze, fell to his knees and launched into an explanation.

"My apologies, Sesshoumaru-sama, but the Miko and the boy have left already," he stuttered. "I was unable to prevent them leaving as you instructed."

Truthfully, Jaken was asleep when Kikyou and Kohaku left, but he could not admit that.

Sesshoumaru already knew what had occurred. He knew Rin was at a stream nearby, attempting to catch her breakfast. He knew the Miko and the boy had managed to elude his vassal; only a hint of their scent lingered in the air. The daiyoukai also Knew Jaken was lying, but he would deal with that later.

"Damned priestess!" thought Sesshoumaru. "How dare she withhold information!"

Although he appeared indifferent, Jaken recognized his master's annoyance. Under the calm exterior, the daiyoukai was inwardly seething. The demon toad felt fortunate that he was not currently the recipient of Sesshomaru's wrath.

"We're leaving Jaken," the daiyoukai announced suddenly.

"Collect Rin from her frolicking," he ordered, vexed at having to chase a carcass.

Jaken hastened to do his master's bidding, relieved that Sesshoumaru had other things on his mind besides his incompetence. As the toad called out to Rin, Jaken thought…

"That priestess is a goner once Sesshoumaru catches up with her."

To be continued…

Chapter Text

Emerging from the darkness, she stepped into the morning light. Her position at the cave's opening gave an illustrious view of the valley below. Such beauty, however, was wasted on Kanna as her dull eyes scanned the cliffs in search of someone.

Standing near the rocky ledge, Kanna thought of Naraku. He gave birth to her to do his bidding; he created her to cater to his fiendish whims. He was a despicable liar, a diabolical manipulator, a vile concoction of parasitic pestilence. From the moment her opaque eyes opened to his, Kanna knew and accepted this. Of all the minions Naraku produced, she remained the most serviceable, that is… until Kagura.

Despite their differences, they were sisters spawned by the same evil: Kagura, the fiery tempest. She was just as passionate about obtaining her freedom as she was about her hatred for Naraku. However, the wind sorceress did not heed Kanna's warning, which resulted in her death.

Kanna was the impassive servant. Her objective was to carry out Naraku's plans effectively. After all, she was the one he entrusted with Onigumo's heart. Therefore, her betrayal would come as a surprise if ever discovered.

To Kanna, betrayal was not just a word formed in her mind but one to execute. No emotion spurred this act; her ghostly form did not need revenge and felt no sense of loss. It would be brief if she could grasp this concept, as her psyche would not allow her to dwell on sentiment. She was a non-aggressive demon of obsequious status; to follow orders was her simple purpose.

Kanna was unaware her mind had stimulated a defense mechanism. Her brain sent signals to the temporal lobe to override any command considered a threat to her person. This function served as a method of self-preservation or internal protection. In actuality, Kanna was now following her own mind; it would not allow her to endanger herself.

The episodes were more frequent since the incident with Kagura as if her death triggered an alert that Kanna might be next. The young demoness was oblivious to the inner conflict within her as she responded to altered orders. That was why she was here now, gazing into her mirror, which reflected the arrival of an innocent participant.

Through her mirror, Kanna watched Kohaku move stealthily through the trees. She noticed he kept to the upper branches to camouflage himself. Although Kanna was expecting his arrival, the taijiya would be surprised to see her.

Kanna acknowledged that Kohaku was more apt to seek and gather information. Naraku had used the boy in this capacity; the taijiya was skilled and clever and performed reconnaissance with the utmost accuracy.

Once again, commands transmitted themselves to Kanna, and she slowly descended the cliffside. She was to intercept her former teammate and offer unforeseen assistance. The irony of the situation is that Naraku's creation now aided in his destruction.

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"Ow!" Inuyasha shouted, "What the hell kinda' healin' is this?"

Kagome said nothing as she cleaned and changed the bandage on his thigh. She opened a can of antiseptic and sprayed it onto the wound.

"Yeow!" Inuyasha jumped about ten feet in the air. "Ya' tryin' ta kill me," he yelled. "What is that crap?"

On her knees, Kagome sat back on her heels and glared at the hanyou. She might've been a little rough, and the remedy from the future was ineffective and unnecessary for a demon. Still, the hanyou deserved to suffer, thought Kagome.

Inuyasha's injuries were minor, and he would fully recover within hours with his rapid healing ability. After straightening his hakama, Inuyasha stood, crossed his arms, and faced Kagome.

"Ya' got somethin' to say - just say it!" he challenged the future Miko.

Looking up at him with a mutinous expression, Kagome stayed silent yet wanted to scream her frustration.

Inuyasha was too headstrong, too reckless. Her eyes started misting, so she got up to repack the medical supplies and shield the oncoming tears. She planned to tell him off thoroughly if the words could ever get past the lump in her throat.

As Inuyasha watched Kagome, the fight went out of him. He knew she was concerned for his safety, but he wanted to end this. He preferred eliminating Naraku without involving everyone, especially the young Miko he had come to care for.

Despite what Kagome thought, Inuyasha was not on some egotistical crusade for revenge. It may have started out that way, but after meeting the others, he learned that Naraku's treachery was not isolated to him and Kikyou.

Kagome closed the lid on the medicine kit, got up, and left the one-room minka. She had yet to say anything to the hanyou and gave him a wide berth on her way to the entrance, but Inuyasha reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Talk ta me, Kagome," he implored, "I hate it when ya' get all quiet on me."

Still nothing, but she did not pull away. Inuyasha took this as a good sign and continued.

"Maybe I should'na gone to Onigumo's cave alone, but ya' know I got to do things on my own…"

"But you don't have to!" Kagome finally snapped.

"Will ya' shut up and let me finish!" He tightened his hold on her hand to prevent her from leaving.

"As I was sayin'…" he paused to give her an opening, "… I do things on my own, but I know the odds are better if we're all together, and I know I'm at my best when you're with me, Kagome."

The young Miko's face softened; that is as close to an apology as one would expect from Inuyasha, but it was an apology.

A beautiful smile appeared on Kagome's face, and she turned it on the hanyou. He started to respond in kind but suddenly felt uncomfortable under the ease with which she caved in.

"Kagome, what're ya' thinkin'?" Inuyasha swallowed hard.

"You know exactly what I'm thinking." This time, she tightened her hold on his hand. "If you do something this stupid again, I'll 'sit' you so many times… it'll take a week to dig you out of the ground."

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Sitting under the waterfall, images of Sango foiled every attempt Miroku made to meditate. He kept visualizing the hurt he saw in her eyes and felt guilty.

Repeatedly, he replayed the conversation with Mushin in his head. Although the older monks' arguments were sound, Miroku felt his reasons for not confessing to Sango were also.

Grudgingly, Miroku envied Kouga's candor. The wolf boldly declared his love for Kagome and to anyone within hearing range, especially Inuyasha. Even the young nobleman, Kuranosuke Takeda, dared to openly announce his feelings for Sango.

Recalling their time at Takeda's castle, Miroku had felt uneasy at Kuranosuke's familiarity with Sango. When the young noble had asked for her hand in marriage and stated she was his only love, it was almost the monk's undoing. It was the first time Miroku admitted his true feelings for the demon slayer.

Although Kuranosuke's proposal to Sango revealed Miroku's true feelings, Kagome's disastrous attempts to have him admit them left him feeling less than qualified. The young Miko pointedly compared his lifestyle to that of the nobleman and found Miroku lacking.

With Kuranosuke, Sango would have a luxurious home and a faithful husband, a life she most deserved. What could he offer her - a wandering, perverted monk with imminent death looming? Although Kagome did not intend to hurt Miroku's feelings, she was right.

Mistakenly, the monk thought that Sango had accepted Kuranosuke's proposal and was resolved to let her go.

Regardless of the speech Miroku gave Kagome, he could not bear the thought of Sango leaving. Thankfully, Sango's determination to find her brother brought her back to them - to him. Miroku walked away from Kuranosuke's castle the next day with Sango at his side.

Looking down at his hands, Miroku noticed the puckered skin at his fingertips. He had been under the waterfall for quite a while. Stepping from under the water, he began removing his wet clothing. Hachi had left a plain white robe on the rocks nearby, and the monk slid into its warmth.

After gathering his clothes, Miroku decided to seek out Sango. Whatever happens, he felt he must somehow make amends. He must set things right with her before leaving this temple and heading into battle.

As the Miroku turned to descend the rocky stairs, he found Sango standing at the bottom, staring up at him. She balanced a tray in one hand, with the other laid flat against the earthen wall for support. He moved to assist her but stepped back when he noticed the look in her eyes.

Those chestnut orbs shimmered with emotion. The luminous light of desire was evident, reflecting the same glow reminiscent of their tryst in the field of lilies.

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Kikyou stood in the middle of the limestone cave, the birthplace of the Shikon-no-Tama. Looking up at Midoriko's crystallized corpse encased in a stalagmite, the current priestess wondered about the woman who gave birth to the 'Jewel of Four Souls'.

"Forgive me, priestess Midoriko-dono," Kikyou humbly told her predecessor. "I require your assistance yet again."

Cautiously, Kikyou made her way through the skeletal remains of vanquished demons to stand before Midoriko's encased figure. Bowing humbly, Kikyou paid her respects to the legendary priestess.

Upon discovering her Miko powers, Kikyou's goal as a child was to emulate Midoriko's prowess. For centuries, the life and death story of the fallen priestess was told. She and Kaede would listen to countless folklore tales of the priestess battles. Still, secretly, Kikyou had always wondered about Midoriko, the woman.

Studying the features of the preserved priestess, Kikyou clearly saw her beauty. Had similar thoughts of everyday life… of love and children, ever plagued Midoriko as they had Kikyou?

The insignia on Midoriko's forehead indicated her superior rank as a priestess. Based on that status symbol, Kikyou doubted she ever experienced such weakness.

"This time, I require your sword, priestess," Kikyou whispered, kneeling down. "Recovering your Shikon Jewel is essential in an upcoming battle." The young Miko's voice vibrated off the walls of the cave. "I promise to return it, Midoriko-dono, if able."

Kikyou rose and extended her arms, reaching toward the sword. A blue light radiated from her hands and seemed to engulf Midoriko's weapon, lying dormant and still within her grasp.

The sound of movement behind Kikyou interrupted the swords' transfer. Detecting the presence of demons, Kikyou stood still. She then turned to face the hostile glare of several youkai cave scavengers.

They were dense demons, hoping to locate pieces of the Shikon jewel in a place it was less likely to be. Withdrawing an arrow from its quiver, Kikyou strung her bow.

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Approaching the temple, Sango considered Mushin's advice. Sitting on the bottom stairs, she reflected upon her relationship with Houshi-sama.

Sango remembered the monk's unwavering trust when she stole the Tessaiga from Inuyasha. He had expressed sympathy for her plight with Kohaku, requesting she stay with their group even after deceiving them. Sango recalled how Miroku had vowed to help rescue her brother, Kohaku, from Naraku's grasp with no ulterior motive.

After locating the remains of her and Kohaku's father and comrades, Houshi-sama was determined to return them to the Taijiya village for proper prayer and burial, again, with no hidden agenda other than to do what was right.

When Sango returned home to repair the Hiraikotsu, the monk became impatient that she had not returned at the allotted time and convinced the others to search for her. Their prompt arrival had saved Sango's life that day.

As she sat there, Sango realized there were numerous occasions she could recall Houshi-sama's care and concern; however, was that enough to base a marriage on. Was she the same as Koharu or Shima in his eyes, susceptible to his promises that served as temporary comfort?

No… that was unacceptable; Sango expected the truth; she deserved it. Standing up, her hands balled into fists. She had to know if the monk's proposal was just a farce.

"I see you've decided to find Miroku."

Sango looked up to see Mushin standing on the engawa.

"He is at the waterfall," the older monk informed her. He had been observing Sango for a while now and knew the moment of her resolve. "Would you mind taking lunch to him while you're at it?" he asked.

"Uh… yes! Of course, Mushin-dono."

Walking rapidly across the temple grounds, Sango recalled every moment of bashing Houshi-sama with the Hiraikotsu or any other reason when he annoyed her. She wanted to maintain the energy to confront him, to take the offensive.

When she reached the waterfall, Sango climbed the steps carved from the natural rock formation. As she ascended, the taijiya focused on the best way to express herself.

Sango saw Miroku step from under the falls as she neared the top. With his back to her, the monk started undressing, peeling off the wet kosode and kyahan to reveal his naked manly physique.

The taijiya stood stunned as her eyes drifted over dripping wet broad shoulders accentuated by a tapered waist and firm butt. Miroku's body was lightly scarred; white jagged lines from injuries past stood out against his skin, as well as the latest injury, a purplish hip bruise from his last scrimmage with a demon a few days ago.

Unable to tear my eyes from his splendid form, Sango began backing down the stairs. She was shaking so hard that the contents of the tray she carried started to rattle. She placed her hand on the wall to steady herself and continued her backward descent.

Miroku had just finished drying himself and had donned a robe when he heard a noise. Turning to the sound, his indigo eyes widened in surprise at seeing Sango on the stairs.

Their eyes met, and Sango swallowed hard as she stared at the monk. His hair was unbound; the ebony locks fell above his broad shoulders, framing Houshi-sama's face in soft waves. It was the first time she had seen him that way, and she stepped forward, her eyes intent on his face, but he moved away.

Sango pushed back her errant thoughts, masking the hurt she felt. Pasting a smile, she thrust the tray forward and instead asked, "Hungry?"

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"How much further, Sesshomaru-sama?" Rin asked, excited at the prospect of spending more time with Kohaku and the priestess lady.

The daiyoukai did not answer, so Jaken spoke instead.

"Stop bothering Lord Sesshomaru with your questions, child," the demon toad said. "We will get there when we get there and not a moment sooner!"

Jaken wondered why Sesshomaru was wasting time pursuing the priestess but did not have enough nerve to inquire. Especially when it deterred them from tracking down Naraku.

Unbeknownst to the demon toad, Sesshoumaru was wondering the same. There was a confirmed place and time for the confrontation with Naraku, so why pursue the human priestess, he thought.

Suppose the Miko obtained information to defeat Naraku; so, what of it? In that case, following the woman was unnecessary, as Sesshomaru planned to kill Naraku regardless of what Kikyou learned.

It couldn't be curiosity, as the daiyoukai would not deign the human woman worthy of a thought. The only thing Sesshoumaru understood was that her stubborn carcass had repeatedly revived, intent on conquering her foe.

On the other hand, was it simply the chase, a source of amusement until Naraku revealed himself? Sesshomaru finally opted for the obvious; he deduced the woman had lied to him, and his pride would not allow such a thing.

Reaching the crossroads where Kikyou and Kohaku had parted earlier, Sesshomaru, Jaken, and Rin stopped and surveyed the area. The daiyoukai's nose picked up the scent of the Miko and the boy.

"They have separated," he said more to himself, although the others heard.

"Which road do we take, master?" Jaken asked, looking in both directions.

"We follow the woman; the boy is of no consequence."

Sitting atop Au-un, Sesshomaru's statement elicited a pout from Rin, but the girl stayed silent. As the group trailed after Kikyou, Rin glanced over her shoulder, peering down the path Kohaku had taken.

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Miroku and Sango sat a short distance from the waterfall, sharing the lunch provided by Mushin. Other than the usual pleasantries, they talked little.

Miroku stared off into the distance, and Sango was intent on the contents of her teacup. Their awkward moment had set back their determination to resolve their issues. Surprisingly, with the silence wearing thin, Sango's bold question opened the discussion.

"Why did you ask me to marry you, Houshi-sama?"

Miroku's head snapped around at her question; he could only stare while quickly trying to formulate a sufficient answer. Unable to think of anything, the monk reverted to old habits.

"I think it's fairly obvious," he said with a hentai grin, and his hand began inching closer to her bottom.

"Stop that!" Sango snapped and slapped his hand. "This is serious, I need to know."

Miroku sighed but gave it some thought. In truth, he felt backed into a corner. He wanted things to return to how they were before, not necessarily telling her his feelings. At least, not yet. Instead, he leaned back in the grass, appearing nonchalant.

"Is something wrong, Sango?" He decided to put her on the defensive. "Are you trying to withdraw your hand?"

For a second, Sango was flustered. "T-that's n-not what I…" she stammered. Suddenly, she recognized the monk's ploy.

"Why do you do that?" Sango practically hissed. "This is not a game, Houshi-sama. We are talking about the rest of our lives."

That was a 'gut punch' to Miroku. How much of his life was left to him; how much time did he have? That feeling of dread he had been fighting rose again and touched him to the core. With it came an uncharacteristic wave of anger, and, unfortunately, it was directed at Sango.

"Why did you accept?" Miroku lashed out, surprising Sango.

Too stunned to speak, the taijiya could only listen as he continued.

"Did you feel sorry for me, the poor monk with the curse?" he snapped, rose to his feet, and stood over her. "Or were you willing to marry me out of gratitude?"

Sango had never seen the monk this upset before and had no idea how to respond. His face was a serene mask, but his eyes were smoldering; his blue eyes were so dark they seemed to match his hair.

Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, Sango quickly stood also. She was not afraid of him, but Miroku's countenance was disturbing. He stood before her, stroking his chin in a contemplating gesture, increasing Sango's unease.

"Houshi-sama?" Sango began, uncertain. "Surely you know I would never…"

"No… you wouldn't, would you?" Miroku asked with a smirk.

Moving toward Sango, I circled around her and did a slow appraisal. From behind, he whispered in her ear.

"Maybe… it's your desire for me that had you accept, eh Sango-chan," he murmured facetiously.

As he spoke, Sango felt his hand lightly skim her bottom. Deciding not to slap him, instead, she simply stepped away.

"I see you're not yourself, Houshi-sama; just forget it. We'll discuss this some other time." With that said, Sango turned to leave.

"Running away… again?" Miroku said with a humorless chuckle. "When it comes to intimacy, you can be quite evasive."

Shocked, Sango stopped mid-stride. Her eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in anger, and she whipped around to confront him.

"How dare you… you…" Sango practically growled and then spat. "I'd just assume intimacy with… with, uh - Inuyasha!"

At this, Miroku started to laugh. The taijiya stood clenching and unclenching her fists. Not to be bested, she threw out another name.

"Or… Kouga!"

Miroku laughed harder, and Sango understood why. Everyone knew that those two were already enamored with Kagome. Therefore, the taijiya frantically searched her mind for someone else who had shown her favor.

"Well, how about Kuranosuke!"

The monk's laughter stopped abruptly. After hitting the mark, Sango turned toward the temple with a satisfied smirk. She barely took two steps before Miroku whirled her around to face him.

With a tight grip on her upper arms, the monk was magnificent in his anger. His unbound hair flowed freely, and his eyes flashed like brilliant sapphires.

"Kuranosuke, is it?" he said with soft menace. "Then, by all means, let me return you to him properly," he threatened.

Miroku pulled Sango to him, crushing her to him and imprisoning her arms. He wrapped his hands in her hair, tilting her head back. Any protest was cut off as his lips crushed down on hers in a searing kiss.

If Miroku thought this was a punishment, he was mistaken. In her anger, Sango refused to be the victim; she gave as good as she received. At some point during the heated exchange, the momentum changed for the young couple.

The kiss softened. Miroku loosened his hold, freeing Sango's arms to wrap around his neck. She buried her fingers in his damp hair, forgetting his heated words moments ago, and the monk's anger dissipated as he deepened the kiss and thought...

"Tell me you love me, Sango. Whatever my fate, that alone will make it bearable."

Sango's anger also waned, and she expressed her need by pressing into him, thinking...

"Tell me you love me, Houshi-sama. We are destined to be; I've been so afraid… until now."

Ending the kiss, Miroku pulled Sango into the warmth of his body. She wrapped her arms around him, nestling close, and they held each other. Each waited for the other to say the necessary words to end their suffering. Finally, Miroku pulled back and gazed longingly into Sango's eyes.

"This feels good, doesn't it?" The monk asked, brushing loose strands of hair from the taijiya's flushed face.

"Hm," she responded, attempting to snuggle back into his arms, but the monk held her steady, keeping space between them.

Sango's disappointment was evident. However, she understood he had something to say, so she waited.

The monk continued to gaze deep into her eyes, trying to gauge her feelings for him. He read expectancy, confusion, and passion, but that was not enough. The following words out of his mouth were ones he never expected to say in this situation.

"Desire can be wonderful," Miroku began, his voice thick with emotion, "but without love, it has no meaning." Releasing her, he continued, "I'm sorry, Sango; with you, I'm afraid I can't have one without the other."

The impact of his words settled on Sango's heart. He was saying he desired her, but he did not love her. His eyes reflected sincerity; this was what she had asked for - the truth.

"I… I see," Sango said, stepping away. Although she felt numb inside, she would leave with her dignity intact.

Miroku watched the display of emotions cross her face. She did not share his feelings, but the monks' would never change, and he hoped they could remain friends because he would always love her - only her. Suddenly, he had an overwhelming need to express his fears.

"Sango, in three days we will face Naraku," his voice was urgent, "I might not return…"

"Yes… you will," Sango's voice was sincere as she cut him off.

"You sound so sure of that," Miroku sounded perplexed.

"How can I not?" Sango smiled small and pained. "You've only proclaimed it since the day we met. I have no doubt you will survive, and thanks to you, Houshi-sama, I believe I will, too."

Miroku inhaled sharply; he never realized her faith in him. As Sango continued talking, she surprised him yet again.

"I've always wondered why you continue to call the 'Kazaana' a curse," she said almost to herself. Sango looked over toward the grave of Miroku's father.

"I guess what I mean is… well, look at all the good you've done, all the lives you've saved with it. That must count for something, right."

Miroku was pleasantly surprised at the role reversal. Sango offered wisdom and comfort, and he fell more deeply in love. How could he even think of letting this woman go?

"We'll, I'd better go." Sango came out of her trance. "If I hurry, I can make Kaede's village before dark."

"You're leaving me?" Miroku had no idea how ironic that sounded now.

"It's best, Houshi-sama. We'll see each other at the battle."

"What about after?" The monk blocked her path to the temple. "Will you return to... to Kuranosuke?"

Her hand rose as quickly as her anger, and the impact landed Miroku on his rear.

"That… is the last slap you will ever receive from me!" Sango began tiredly. "You can't have it both ways, you know," her voice trembled. "You have no right to ask such things! I won't ask who you'll turn to once everything is done; I can't."

Turning away from him, her voice became wistful, "Even so, I'll answer your question."

"I won't go to Kuranosuke or anyone else, for that matter. Being in love with you, Houshi-sama, has been the most exhausting yet exhilarating experience; I'll need some time alone after this."

Sango attempted a small smile, but her expression was pained as she turned from him to return to the temple. She was unaware that her words held the monk in shock.

"She does love me!"

The monk sat there, stupefied, holding his cheek as Sango climbed the temple steps and went inside. Miroku rose renewed and looked down at his gloved hand with a fresh perspective. With a prayer to Kami and a request for guidance, the monk made determined strides toward the temple. His goal was to reclaim life, love, and his woman.

To be continued…

Chapter Text

"Just what do you think you're doing Kouga?"

Ayame entered the cave to find the wolf demon struggling to escape bed. Dropping the parcel of herbs in her arms, the she-wolf rushed to assist him.

"You shouldn't be up yet," she scolded, sliding an arm around him.

"Hands off, Ayame!" Kouga snapped, shoving away from her, "I'll manage!"

Raising a delicate eyebrow, the she-wolf cast him a doubtful glance but withdrew her arm. Moving aside, Ayame watched as Kouga leaned on the wall for support. She had heard nothing but growling, grumbling, and obscenities from him the past few days. Although he was a combative patient, not to mention unappreciative, Ayame had to admit that Kouga had healed well.

"A few more days and..." Ayame said with pride at her doctoring, "…you'll be completely healed."

Kouga was bent over with his hands on his knees, but his head jerked up at her words.

"What tha' hell do ya mean a few more days?" he growled. "Damn it," he hissed as a sharp pain cut across his abdomen. "I ain't got that kinda time!"

Without responding, the she-wolf retrieved the herb parcel from the ground. With her back to him, the silence lingered.

"Ayame?" Kouga queried in a low, menacing growl.

"You are in no condition to fight!" she cried, stamping her foot in frustration. The idiot wasn't one hundred percent yet but was ready and willing to return to the frontline.

Incensed at his stubbornness, Ayame reflected on how Kouga came to be injured a few days ago…

Ginta and Hakkaku had arrived at the wolf clan's encampment with news of Kouga's injuries during battle.

They came to request refuge with the white wolves until their leader's wounds could heal. And Ayame, on hearing that Kouga was injured, wasted no time tracking him down.

Utilizing her 'whirlwind,' the she-wolf left Ginta and Hakkaku in the dust as she followed Kouga's scent, mingled with the smell of blood. As she came upon a riverbank, she encountered a young boy apparently keeping watch as a shrine priestess attended to the wolf youkai's wounds. Approaching his still form, Ayame gasped at the sight before her.

Kouga's entire body was covered in cuts and bruises, but his legs were the worst. Ayame could tell Kouga no longer possessed the Shikon shards; deep gorges revealed they had been ripped from both his legs. Bone and torn cartilage were visible, and the skin around the area was inflamed and infected.

The Miko, who introduced herself as Kikyou, informed Ayame that Kouga's injuries were not severe, but he would eventually heal. However, it would take time.

The priestess provided Ayame with a parcel of herbs that, once brewed, would enhance Kouga's youkai healing abilities. As instructed, Ayame followed the priestess's therapy regimen. She kept his wounds clean, applied the prepared poultice, and served food to help him regain strength. She had been diligent with his therapy since returning to her clan with the wolf youkai in tow.

The sound of shuffling feet brought Ayame back to the present. She turned to find Kouga staggering towards her. His blue eyes were glacial, and his face twisted in a grimace. With every step the wolf youkai took, pain radiated up his legs.

"I'm goin', Ayame," Kouga emphasized through clenched teeth, "Make no mistake about it!"

Clutching the parcel to her chest, the she-wolf returned his glare. Ayame had expected this confrontation. Kouga was determined to be present at that designated place, to participate in a battle that would most likely end his life, and nothing she could say would deter him.

As their standoff continued, Ginta and Hakkaku suddenly burst through the cave opening.

"Kouga!" they shouted in unison and quickly surrounded him.

"That's great; you're up on your feet!" Hakkaku said.

"Yeah, this is perfect," said Ginta, "Look out, Naraku, Kouga's back on your trail!" They both celebrated.

Ayame backed out of the cave, fed up with hearing testosterone talking. She would leave them to discuss their upcoming battle; she could not bear to listen.

The she-wolf respected and admired Kouga's dedication to avenging his clan. Still, there was another reason he was so hell-bent on going; he also planned to be there to protect Kagome.

A broken promise and, worse, a forgotten engagement, Kouga claimed he did not remember his pledge to Ayame. Yet, his words had encouraged her and had carried her through the roughest training to become a suitable mate for him.

Even so, Kouga had chosen Kagome instead - a human. Since wolves mate for life, Kouga's devotion would not be swayed. However, Ayame's position and status in her clan demanded she find a mate. She was duty-bound to choose an alpha male to lead the white wolfpack. Therefore, it was best to forget a frivolous proposal made long ago and resign herself to a life that excluded Kouga.

Ayame would heal him, strengthen him, and either send him to his death or into the arms of another. Either way… he would always possess her heart.

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Kagome and Kaede worked side by side, on their hands and knees, collecting medicinal herbs from the ground of Kaede's garden. Meanwhile, Inuyasha left to burn off some pent-up energy.

Although Kagome was hesitant to ask Kaede questions that had plagued her mind, the Miko from the future sucked it up and found the courage to do so.

"Um... Kaede-sama?" Kagome began tentatively.

"Yes, Kagome." The older woman smiled at her.

"I was thinking about you and Kikyou and wondered how you felt about everything that has happened."

"What do you mean, child?"

"I mean, like Kikyou's resurrection… it's just you've never spoken of it, at least regarding your feelings," Kagome began, her hand closing over Kaede's as she continued. "She is your sister, and you two were very close at one time."

Kaede leaned back and sighed. "I would like to think we still are," she said. Yet, she felt that she and her older sister were miles apart physically, mentally, and spiritually. However, the older Miko recalled a time when things were different...

"I will not leave my sister." Kikyou's voice was soft but firm.

"Surely there is a family here willing to look after young Kaede during your Miko training, Kikyou-sama," one of the villagers countered.

A messenger from the temple had come to escort my sister to the shrine. Kikyou was one of the few chosen to train under the head priestess. Once word of her burgeoning miko powers had spread through our village and beyond, there was no escaping the offers received.

Initially adverse to the invitation, Kikyou finally gave in since we were orphans. My older sister felt her acceptance at the temple would secure our future together. Kikyou, however, had not considered that I might be excluded from accompanying her during training.

To leave her little sister behind was unthinkable. If the high priest thought this was acceptable, they did not know Kikyou.

"I am Kaede's family; why would I leave her in another's care when I am perfectly able to do so." Kikyou's voice left no room for argument. "Return and inform the head priestess; if my kin is not welcome at the temple, neither am I."

That was the beginning.

The messenger returned three days later; the high priestess conceded to Kikyou's wishes, and we both left for the temple the next day.

Our lives changed considerably during my sister's training years. I saw less of her as the days were reserved for her tutelage with the head priestess. Although I was not one of the chosen and could not train with the others, my sister taught me everything.

My powers were meager compared to Kikyou's, but she always encouraged me to enhance my skills. My loving and devoted sister, who catered to my every whim without spoiling me. She was my mother, my teacher, my confidant, my friend. No one could have foreseen the events that would separate us.

I was mortified by Kikyou's resurrection; to see her kneeling before Urasue, I could only think of the wrongness, the unnaturalness. Even when she killed Urasue and turned on Inuyasha in fury, I should have realized this was no puppet. Her feelings and her memory were intact, remembering her last moments of life.

I made no appeal to my sister, only to Urasue's creation. Kikyou left us, vowing her vengeance on Inuyasha and cursing us.

When Kikyou appeared later at the village, we only spoke in general. I revealed that Onigumo was part of Naraku and told her of his treachery. I explained how he had pitted her and Inuyasha against each other and that it was Naraku who had killed her.

Attempting to change my sister's view of Inuyasha, I was unintentionally cruel when I informed her that Kagome, her reincarnation, had changed the hanyou and that he was no longer the same person that Kikyou once knew.

I never thanked her for the years she had taken care of me or my training, which had served me well over the years. I did not tell her how much I loved and missed her. I simply let her walk away without a consoling word. It was no wonder Kikyou avoided this village and me.

A comforting arm around her shoulders pulled Kaede from her musings and regrets, and she felt the soft pat of a handkerchief wiping away her tears.

"It'll be alright, Kaede," Kagome whispered softly.

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Outside the usual sounds of nature, the forest was tranquil. Yet, Kohaku sensed something was amiss and decided to stay concealed within the treetops.

Kohaku knew he was being observed; however, that was part of the plan. Acting as a decoy, he wanted to draw all the attention to himself. If Naraku had them under surveillance, Kohaku's presence in nemesis territory would take the focus away from Kikyou.

This strategy would allow the Miko time to collect the artifact she believed was needed to assist in Naraku's defeat. As expected, Kikyou's calculations were precise. Kohaku had been the center of attention since entering this part of the forest.

Peering through the foliage, the taijiya watched Kanna enter the clearing. The childlike figure stopped, holding the infamous mirror in front of her. Tilting it at an angle, the mirror captured the rays of the afternoon sun. Another adjustment was made, and Kanna turned it toward Kohaku.

The mirror reflected the sunlight, temporarily blinding the taijiya and exposing his location. He threw up a forearm to shield his eyes from the glare, and Kanna lowered the mirror.

Emotionless eyes looked up, meeting Kohaku's. Feigning surprise, the taijiya rapidly descended, hopping from each branch until he dropped before her.

As they stood assessing each other, what Kanna did next shocked Kohaku.

The demoness placed her mirror facedown on the ground and slid it towards him. The taijiya knew this was her source of power, and albeit wary, he took this as a sign of submission.

"Why are you here, Kanna?" asked Kohaku, his senses highly alert. "Did Naraku send you to do his dirty work?"

"No," her voice was barely above a whisper as she continued listlessly, "I have come to reveal Naraku's location."

Startled, Kohaku's eyes widened and then narrowed suspiciously. "And why would you give us that information?" he asked.

Kanna blinked. Her face was expressionless, and her bland eyes seemed to look through Kohaku as she gave the simplest of answers.

"I don't know."

As he stood trying to contemplate her answer, Kohaku detected movement in his peripheral vision. He jumped back and out of range of his attacker; his quick reflexes had him avoiding the sharp claws of an incoming demon.

Suspended in the air, Kohaku released the chain scythe, severing the arm that attempted to eliminate him.

Landing in a crouched position, the taijiya reeled in his weapon and shot Kanna a look of enmity. The waif hadn't reacted as three more ogre-like demons emerged from the forest.

"We have been discovered! Run… run away!" Kanna's inner voice screamed. Startled into awareness, the young demoness snatched up the mirror, barely evading a crushing blow, dodged, and ran blindly into the forest.

Confused, Kohaku wondered why they were attacking Kanna? Unless… she was really planning to give them Naraku's location. Had Kanna, like Kagura, decided to betray Naraku?

Another demon rushed Kohaku. With a backward flip, the taijiya landed and aimed the chain scythe, letting it fly.

The blade sliced the demon from collar to sternum, ripping open its chest wall. With an agonized cry, the demon toppled face-first to the ground. Now, three demons remained, including the one with the severed arm. Two advanced on Kohaku, and the other chased after Kanna.

This may be a trap, but Kohaku knew he had to follow her. If Kanna was willing to aid them, they could all reap the benefits of her switching allegiance. Suppose there was a way to eliminate Naraku before the appointed time. In that case, Kohaku would not hesitate to do anything to spare his sister and the others more grief. He had to reach Kanna before that demon.

Kohaku charged the two remaining demons by twirling the chain scythe overhead and accelerating the rotation. Unable to avoid the flying blade, he neatly decapitated them both. Before their heads could roll, Kohaku was in pursuit of Kanna.

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"Miroku-sama, Miroku-sama!"Hachi called, frantically rapping on the shoji of the monk's room.

"Sango's planning to leave," the tanuki shouted, highly agitated. "You must stop her, master!"

The shoji slid open, and Miroku stepped out. He was dressed in his monk's attire, his hair pulled back in its usual ponytail. Giving Hachi a broad smile, he turned down the corridor.

"Don't worry, Hachi," the monk said calmly, walking past. "She's not going anywhere."

The tanuki noticed the youkai cat perched high on Miroku's shoulder, and the monk's implication sunk in. With a grin of his own, the tanuki followed behind them.

"Ah!" Hachi exclaimed, looking closely at Miroku. "Aren't we the clever one," he snickered.

"I…" Miroku corrected Hachi. "Aren't 'I' the clever one," he teased his long-time friend.

Hachi could only smile in response. It was good to see the monk in good spirits again. Since returning to the temple, Miroku had been out of sorts. However, knowing the history, it was understandable. Whatever occurred within the next few days, he and Mushin planned to stick by him no matter what.

Miroku watched Sango from the temple stairs. The taijiya, dressed for travel with the Hiraikotsu strapped to her back, walked the length of the temple lawns, calling out to Kirara.

"Go to your mistress," Miroku whispered, tickling the feline under the chin. The youkai cat purred then hopped down and scampered across the lawn to stand before the taijiya.

"There you are," Sango said as she kneeled, gently scratching behind the cat's ears. "Are you ready to go?"

Kirara meowed softly in response. The youkai cat then turned to look at the monk before transforming into her larger form.

Descending the stairs, Miroku walked past Hachi and Mushin as Sango mounted Kirara. To the others, he appeared confident, but inside, he was unsure how to proceed with the taijiya. Recalling their conversation earlier, it was apparent they had misunderstood each other.

Besides the occasional groping, the monk had spent months building Sango's trust. And in one afternoon, he had managed to shatter that trust. Miroku had allowed his fear of the 'Kazaana' to overwhelm him to the point of pushing her away. He had to regain what he had lost and convince her to stay.

"Were you planning to leave without saying goodbye, Sango?"

Sitting atop Kirara, the taijiya looked down as the monk approached. Quickly averting her eyes, she murmured, "Well… this isn't goodbye, now, is it? We will see each other in a couple of days."

Miroku knew they needed to resolve their issues. It would become more complicated if he allowed her to leave now.

"Stay and talk with me, Sango?" the monk pleaded.

"No…" she snapped, "…no more talking! We have said all there is to say, Houshi-sama; let it be!"

He could feel her slipping away from him, retreating within herself. When that happened, she would resort to what she knew best – to fight. Then… so be it, but it would be on his terms.

"It seems that you and I are constantly misunderstanding each other." Miroku's tone was polite. "Won't you be a good girl and come down from there so we can converse properly?"

Sango's body stiffened, but her calm response belied the fact she was fuming inside. "I am no child, Houshi-sama, and you will not address me that way."

"Hm…" Miroku appeared to mull this over. With a lecherous grin, his blue eyes roamed her body approvingly, "I agree… you are no child," his voice went seductively low.

His appraisal sent the most delicious sensations coursing down Sango's spine. Trying to subdue the response of her traitorous body, the taijiya nudged Kirara to take flight. She was so busy attempting to unravel herself from the monk's provocative web that it took her a moment to notice Kirara had not responded to her silent command.

"Kirara?" Sango questioned, looking down at her companion. The cat youkai looked at Miroku again and then lowered her head shamefully. The taijiya's eyes widened in shock, and then turned to shoot daggers at the monk. "What have you done to her?" the taijiya asked.

"You wound me," Miroku said, taking pseudo-offense, placing a hand over his heart. "I just think she's a bit more level-headed than her mistress, is all. Now… are you coming down? I won't ask you again."

She was genuinely going to clobber him, Sango thought to herself. How could you want to slap someone into oblivion yet at the same time want to kiss them until breathless? Why did he affect her that way? Why did she allow it? Was there a way to control the feelings she had for him? Suddenly, an exasperated sigh from Miroku interrupted the taijiya's thoughts.

"You are taking far too long to decide, my sweet," the endearment rolled from his tongue. "Allow me to assist you."

Walking before the cat youkai, the monk said, "Kirara!"

The cat youkai reduced in size, unseating Sango and causing her to lose her balance. Instead of falling, the taijiya landed on the balls of her feet, legs planted firmly apart to stay upright. Sango watched the co-conspirator cat scuttle under the nearest bush and out of the line of fire.

"Hou-shi-sa-ma!" Sango growled through clenched teeth.

"Why are you upset?" The monk could not keep the smile from his voice. "I did ask you nicely."

Miroku knew what came next, and he was prepared. The taijiya swung the Hiraikotsu overhead, aiming for the monk's head, but he blocked the incoming blow with his shakujou.

"We will really have to do something about your temper." Miroku laughed outright, deftly blocking another pass from Sango's weapon.

That only infuriated the taijiya even more. Planting the Hiraikotsu firmly on the ground, Sango withdrew her wakizashi, tossed it aside, and fell into a fighting stance.

"Come on, Houshi-sama," she smirked. "How about a little one-on-one!"

Miroku looked uncomfortable for the first time. He was good enough with his staff but needed to figure out his close combat skills against her.

"If I win - 'when' I win," Sango corrected herself, "You will take that spell off Kirara, and I'll leave," Sango said, sounding confident.

"Alright, but what if I win?" the monk asked, pouting like a small boy.

"It doesn't matter - because you won't!" Sango declared.

Looking up at the sky, Miroku contemplated the challenge.

"If you win…hm… and if I win…" the monk murmured.

Suddenly, his face lit up. The monk lodged his shakujou in the ground and then turned to his opponent. Instead of a battle stance, the monk closed his eyes and bowed his head as if praying; his hands formed the lotus mudra, and his body stilled. Miroku took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and graced the taijiya with a saintly smile.

"Ready when you are, my beautiful Sango!"

From the temple's engawa, Mushin and Hachi watched the young couple.

"This is not good, Mushin-sama," the tanuki fretted. "I have seen Sango-san in battle before, and she is awfully fierce."

Mushin straightened from leaning on the handrail and clasped his hands behind his back. The older monk's face was stern; if not for his protruding belly, he would look formidable.

"Are you insinuating Miroku is outmatched?" he glowered at Hachi.

"Well…" the tanuki looked at the two opponents circling each other. "I don't know…"

"A wager then," Mushin said, rubbing his hands together. "Two thousand yen and a jug of sake, says Miroku will win. After all, I did train him myself."

"Besides…" the monk looked over at his young ward, remembering him as a boy, "…he's wearing the same expression now that his mother did when she told his father she was staying with him, despite the Kazaana. There is no doubt, Hachi," Mushin stated, "My money's on Miroku."

Mushin walked over and took a seat on the stairs. He wanted a good view of the upcoming activities. Hachi joined him and said, "If I win Mushin-sama, I…" he began, but the tanuki was cut short.

"It doesn't matter…" Mushin said, chuckling, and mimicked Sango, "…because you won't."

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Inside Midoriko's cave, the air crackled with the release of spiritual energy. The demons' howling, screeching cries told of their obliteration. Meanwhile, Sesshoumaru, Jaken, and Rin, with the beast Au-un, stood across from the entrance and watched as the cave flickered with light from the priestess's powers.

"Do we venture inside, Sesshoumaru-sama?" the demon toad asked.

"Would you like to be killed, Jaken?" the youkai lord responded tonelessly.

The toad looked to the cave as more howls and light were projected. Swallowing hard, Jaken's body began to shake. Just thinking about the fate of the insubordinate demons against the priestess made him uncomfortable.

Sparing his vassal a sidelong glance, Sesshoumaru headed toward the cave. "Stay here… both of you." He looked meaningfully at Rin.

"Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama." The little girl acknowledged gleefully, holding tight to Au-un's reins.

Stopping in front of the cave, the youkai lord was presented with a barrier covering the entrance. Cautiously approaching, Sesshoumaru expected resistance as he extended his arm through, but there was none. The surrounding aura felt… welcoming, allowing the demon lord access.

Sesshoumaru proceeded down the earthen passageway, following the priestess's spiritual energy. On exiting the tunnel, the demon lord saw Kikyou preparing her bow.

At her feet lay the remains of the annihilated youkai. From Sesshoumaru's viewpoint, he could see the priestess had reduced the demon's numbers to two.

One, a spider, dangled from the top of the cavern; the other, a serpent, was a distance behind the Miko, who was strategically placed between them.

Sesshoumaru's expression was phlegmatic as he watched her dilemma; however, inwardly, he was interested in how she would handle herself. The demons disadvantaged her, as both were equally swift in maneuvering. While Kikyou focused on one, the other would surely reach her; it was unavoidable.

The stalemate was at an end, and the demons simultaneously charged Kikyou. The priestess turned her attention to the spider rapidly closing in on her. As she released her arrow, she felt the serpent wrap itself around her body. The demon applied pressure as the spider disintegrated from Kikyou's purifying blast.

With one arm trapped in the serpent's hold, Kikyou struggled with her free arm to avoid the demon's fangs.

Battle instinct propelled Sesshoumaru forward, but Kikyou's spiritual aura filled the air before he could act.

Blue light emitted from her body, enveloping the serpent in its brilliance. The energy level increased until the demon gave an ear-piercing shriek, and its body exploded, releasing the priestess.

Kikyou fell to her knees, gasping for air. Sliding her hands along the ground, she retrieved her bow. Pulling it towards her, Kikyou used it to haul herself to her feet.

Nearly drained of power, the priestess hoped she had maintained enough to acquire Midoriko's sword. Heading back to the stalagmite, Kikyou planned to complete her part of the mission. After all, Kohaku was out there, fighting too.

With Kohaku at the forefront of her scheme, the taijiya was in even greater jeopardy; she could not let it be for naught.

Sesshoumaru, still unnoticed, watched the priestess run her fingers through her unbound raven hair, smoothing the strands. He snorted at such a feminine gesture after eliminating a horde of demons. He continued to look on as Kikyou's aura rose again; this time, it enfolded the stalagmite. Taking a closer look, Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in surprise at seeing the priestess Midoriko.

The last time he had seen that human was centuries ago. That priestess was alive then and attending a meeting with his father. The two had met to discuss demon/human collaboration; it was apparent nothing ever came of it.

A pubescent during that time, Sesshoumaru recalled being attracted to the beautiful human priestess. He had also admired her courage; to step into the midst of a council that held nothing but animosity for her was daring.

That was before his mother's death, before his father chose Izayoi, a human, to replace her, and before Inuyasha. So… this was Midoriko's fate.

Pulled from reminiscing, Sesshoumaru watched Kikyou's aura lift the sword from Midoriko's hand. The weapon was suspended in the air before gliding into Kikyou's waiting arms. Embracing it, she staggered under its weight, the last of her energy fading.

With a bow to Midoriko's form, Kikyou turned to leave the cave. Sesshoumaru could see she was fatigued; she had used much of her power yet pressed on.

Kikyou noticed Sesshoumaru standing nearby and wondered why he had followed her. As she approached, instead of acknowledging him, she walked right by the youkai lord without glancing his way.

Slightly miffed, Sesshoumaru was still able to keep his tone neutral. "You are not surprised by my presence?"

Kikyou stopped but did not turn around. "Once again, your questions are statements," her tone acerbic. "I sensed your aura when you first entered the cave," she answered and continued walking, shuffling her feet, exhausted.

Watching her strained progress, Sesshoumaru thought it strange that she did not ask why he was there or - why he had not assisted her. As if reading his mind, Kikyou turned to him, clutching the sword tight.

"I do not know why you are here!" she said in exasperation.

Narrowing his eyes, the demon lord moved to speak, but the priestess was not yet finished.

"Nor would I be foolish enough to expect assistance from the great Lord Sesshoumaru," the sarcasm was evident in her voice. "The lone ruler… with no allies and few enemies to speak of. The great lord… who would rather achieve retribution for his wounded pride than come to the aid of a lowly woman - human woman, I might add."

By now, Kikyou was swaying on her feet. Her face was flushed, she was panting heavily, and she was staring directly yet unseeingly into Sesshoumaru's eyes.

"I also sensed your presence that day at Mount Hakurei. You did not help me then; why in heaven's name would I expect you to help me now?" she hissed.

Turning swiftly, Kikyou moved forward, but her vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness took hold. She could only remember clasping the sword before darkness engulfed her.

Sesshoumaru caught her before she hit the ground. Cradling her with one arm, he looked down on her unconscious form and frowned. Inside, the demon lord was confused, although his outward countenance maintained its stoicism.

Kikyou's speech was delivered in its usual monotone, except the ending. Her voice was pure venom; her eyes shimmered with an empyrean intensity, her body rigid with anger. For that brief moment, the demon lord saw why Naraku feared her.

Lifting Kikyou into his arms, Sesshomaru turned and looked back at Midoriko's form before leaving with the limp body of her unconscious successor.

To be continued…

Chapter Text

Inuyasha stood in front of the GoshinBoku—the tree of time. Reaching up, his hands caressed the excellent wood surface, yet he could not recall any memory of his infinite sleep there. He only remembered awakening to a familiar scent and encountering a woman dressed in odd clothes.

Although similar in looks, she was not who Inuyasha thought she was, as her words and voice confirmed.

"My name is Kagome! Ka-go-me!"

The young woman had punctuated each syllable, and the hanyou inwardly smiled at the memory of their first meeting.

It took days for him to call her by her given name. The half-demon usually preferred 'Hey, you' - 'Baka' or something equally obtuse. Mostly, he avoided calling her anything at all.

Kagome had been nothing but trouble since entering his era. With her presence came the return of the Shikon no Tama – the jewel of four souls. An object all youkai, including him, desired to obtain to increase their demonic powers.

Back then, Kagome needed to understand the jewel's significance. As the proprietor, she should have been more careful of its possession. Just days after their acquaintance, Kagome broke the Shikon jewel. Although an accident, the impact from her arrow shattered it and scattered the fragments across the countryside. Each piece had to be retrieved and made whole again; thus, their journey began.

Inuyasha experienced personal growth while traveling with Kagome and meeting Shippo, Miroku, and Sango.

On meeting Shippo, Inuyasha could see through the kitsune's impish pranks to the vulnerable child inside. Shippo was alone, having lost his father to the wrath of the Thunder Brothers. After Inuyasha defeated them, Shippo decided to stay with him and Kagome. It was the hanyou's first lesson in responsibility and empathy.

Encountering Miroku was an ambiguity. It took Inuyasha a while to appreciate the monk's contribution, but eventually, he began to understand his easygoing manner. Once again, the hanyou had to look past the monk's pretense to see the man beneath. Miroku embraced life because his was limited. The monk obstinately pursued Naraku in hopes of preserving his existence, but with composed diligence that the hanyou secretly revered. It was Inuyasha's first step in learning patience.

Miroku was also the first male Inuyasha considered a rival for Kagome's affection. The monk's outrageous flirting left the hanyou feeling possessive and insecure. Kouga, however, was a different matter. More intense than the monk regarding Kagome, the wolf youkai made his intentions clear regarding the young woman from the future, having Inuyasha experience his first taste of jealousy.

Sango's dramatic arrival set the Inu-tachi on its ear. With her determination to destroy Inuyasha, they were first opponents before allies. The hanyou and the demon slayer shared an analogous warrior's spirit and felt vitalized by her battle aura. The taijiya taught Inuyasha group combat strategy, and he learned tolerance when dealing with the demon slayer's only weakness – her brother, Kohaku.

Then… there was Kagome. What he learned from her in a few months might have otherwise taken him a lifetime. The young woman from the future taught him to embrace his human emotions—happiness, sadness, elation, grief, and even fear. With the young Miko's guidance, Inuyasha experienced and learned to accept and deal with each one.

Loving Kagome held a new meaning for the half-demon, as her feelings for him were unconditional. She stood by his side through many battles, dangerous encounters, and prejudices while he struggled with his uncertainties. There was no need for Kagome to wonder where his heart belonged. After ridding the world of Naraku, the hanyou planned to reveal his true feelings to her. For Inuyasha, his home would be wherever Kagome was.

With his hands touching the bark of the Goshin Boku, Inuyasha displayed one of his rare smiles as he lifted his nose in the air and inhaled deeply. Any minute, Kagome would arrive; he'd recognize her scent anywhere. Hearing her footsteps, Inuyasha did not turn around as she approached but continued his appraisal of the tree.

"Hey… there you are; I've been looking all over for you!" Kagome announced, stepping into the clearing.

Inuyasha's brows knit together in a frown. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for their neverending verbal spats.

"What are you doing here, Inuyasha?"

"Jus thinkin'," he said absently.

"About?" Kagome persisted.

"Geez, what's with the interrogation?" The hanyou asked, turning to her, "Can't a guy have a thought?"

"I guess that depends on what you're thinking," Kagome mumbled a tart reply.

"What's that s'posed ta' mean?"

"Never mind, Inuyasha… just forget I said anything," the future Miko sounded weary.

Hearing the hurt in her voice, the hanyou extended the olive branch the only way he knew how.

"Actually," Inuyasha smirked, "I was thinkin' of you."

Kagome brightened upon hearing this. She linked her arm with Inuyasha's as he turned to leave, falling in step with him.

"You were?" her eyes glistened, and her voice piped up. "You were thinking of me?"

"Yeah... thinkin' what a royal pain in the butt you've been since I woke from that tree."

With a smug expression, Inuyasha patted himself on the back for having the last word.

"Inuyasha…" Kagome said sweetly - too sweetly, letting go of his arm. "Osuwari!"

"Umph!" The hanyou facepalmed into the dirt as the young Miko used her 'sit' command. She didn't spare him a glance as she stepped over him to return to the village.

Struggling under the weight of the rosary's spell, Inuyasha could only utter…

"Ka-go-me!"

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"He knows… he is aware of our betrayal. Keep running!"

Kanna's short legs carry her swiftly through the dense forest. Her lungs burned from the effort, but she kept moving. The demon behind her was so close that she could feel its putrid breath on her neck. The foliage, her small stature, and her constant dodging movements prevented her capture.

"How did he know? How were we discovered? What did we miss?"

The voice in her head was dominating and confusing. The unfamiliar feeling of panic communicated itself into Kanna's consciousness. The demoness did not like this; she preferred the numbness… the nothingness, which she was used to.

Bursting through the brush, Kanna stopped short at the edge of a cliff. There was no place left to run. Looking over the side, there was a 200-foot drop into the rock-strewn waters below. Kanna turned in time to see her pursuer step in and block the only escape route.

Instead of attacking, the demon just stood there, waiting. Suddenly, the mirror Kanna held started to vibrate and shimmer. She held it out, peered into the glass, and saw Naraku's distorted face, wearing that diabolical smirk. His knowing eyes searched her features.

"Who would have thought," he murmured as his red eyes bore into Kanna's. "It's always the quiet ones."

The demoness was held immobile by Naraku's piercing gaze. In her mind, she could hear that inner voice calling out to her, but she could no longer respond.

"Did you really think I wouldn't know?" Naraku's eyes hardened. "You were by far my favorite, Kanna. Always so obedient; it is a shame I have to punish you."

Kanna's body started to tremble. She knew firsthand Naraku's ways of discarding the unwanted—the useless. The demoness was now in that category and considered part of the opposition. Her fate would be similar to Kagura's; Naraku would be merciless.

"Don't worry, Kanna, I won't make you suffer. Up until now, your services have been impeccable. You deserve nothing less than a quick death." Naraku's maniacal laughter rang in her ears, and then - it stopped abruptly. "Kill her!" he gave the order.

The demon started moving, flexing its claws and preparing to rip through delicate flesh. Kanna fell to her knees, closed her eyes, and braced herself for the blow that never came.

Instead, she heard a rattling sound and opened her eyes to see Kohaku wrap his weapon around the arm of the demon about to strike her.

Using the chain scythe to restrain the demon from attacking Kanna, Kohaku attempted to reel in the chain, but the demon grabbed onto it. It was a tug-of-war; the demon was larger and stronger and outweighed the taijiya, so he could not restrain him for long.

"Move!" Kohaku yelled to Kanna, who scrambled away from the edge and the combating figures.

Suddenly, the taijiya rushed forward, throwing his full weight into the demon, pitching them both over the side of the cliff edge. Reflexively, the demon let go of the chain as they began falling. But Kohaku, while in mid-air, tossed the scythe and aimed for the promontory above. The blade was embedded in the ground, and the taijiya used the chain to haul himself back to the top while the demon plunged into the rocks below.

Kohaku climbed up and saw Kanna still on her knees; her head was bowed, and her eyes focused on the ground. She was shaken and in a daze. Moving over to her, the taijiya followed her blank stare to the mirror beside her. He bent to pick it up, intending to hand it to her.

"No!" Kanna screamed, snatching the mirror from his grasp. "He will see you! He will see straight into your mind… into your heart! Whatever plans you've made will be useless!"

Kohaku was shocked by this unusual display of emotion. Kanna had a wild, frenzied look about her; the taijiya looked into her eyes and was surprised by the fear he read. He could only watch as her body continued to tremble, the mirror clutched tightly to her chest as he tried to understand her words. Who would see; could she possibly mean…?

The mirror started to shimmer and looked to disengage itself from Kanna's hold, but she tightened her grip. Suddenly, Kohaku heard Naraku's voice.

"You think you can escape?" he hissed. "You're dead, both of you!" His sinister laugh echoed through the forest.

Standing, Kohaku's keen eyes scanned the surrounding area, trying to decipher which direction Naraku's voice was coming from.

Kanna slammed the mirror to the ground, face down. Before Kohaku could react, the demoness grabbed the scythe from his waist and repeatedly struck the back of the mirror. The glass shattered, and light emitted from it, but Naraku's laughter was still heard.

Snatching the weapon from the pale youkai, Kohaku grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. "Enough, Kanna!" he said sharply, shaking her. Softening his tone, the taijiya continued, "I can only help if you tell me where he is."

Kanna made to speak but found she could not. Her eyes widened in surprise as her mouth moved, but nothing came out. She looked to Kohaku as if to say, "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, the taijiya noticed that Kanna's body was slowly disintegrating, and so were the mirror and pieces of broken glass. This was not surprising to Kohakau, as he knew that the demoness and the mirror were one.

Kohaku put his arms around her, feeling deep sympathy and admiration for what she tried to do. Whatever her reasons, Kanna, like Kagura, had lost her life in the effort. The taijiya continued to sit there, holding her until nothing was left. Her entire being dissolved, and glass fragments blew away in the gentle wind. Kohaku looked down; only a single flower from her hair rested in his palm.

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Miroku looked at Sango and understood why she was sometimes called the huntress. The woman's ardent gaze was firmly fixed on him. Heaven! A man could drown in the depths of her brown eyes. Her steps were light, and he could not hear a sound—not even the grass beneath her feet—as she circled him.

It took every ounce of the monk's discipline to keep his eyes locked with hers instead of traveling the length of those long, shapely limbs. Sango's body moved with the grace of a dangerous feline; she advanced, then retreated. She attempted to draw him in, prompting him to make the first move. Sango was the huntress, and Miroku was her prey.

What set the lovely demon slayer apart from every other woman he had known? Through his travels, Miroku had

encountered many beautiful faces and countless feminine forms. However, none touched him quite like Sango's wholesomeness and essence.

Since the day he set eyes on her, he had been drawn like a moth to a flame. The monk fluttered around her brilliance, only to have her singe his wings. Her beauty tempted him, her plight awakened a sleeping rage, and she seduced him with vacillating gestures. To have her love was all he wanted and needed.

Now that the monk knew her feelings, he could no longer allow Sango to bury them or claim forgetfulness as she did on Mt. Hakurei. Therefore, he must be victorious.

Miroku finally made his move, but it was not one Sango anticipated. Freeing his gaze from hers, his eyes languidly caressed her face. He focused intently on her kissable mouth and licked his lips in response as if he could taste her.

Sango gasped, and her step faltered. As expected, the taijiya responded to Miroku's hentai act. But that only angered her, and retaliation was swift. The monk just barely dodged the roundhouse kick aimed directly at his head.

Incensed brown eyes never left Miroku's beguiling blues. However, Sango could see the monk's inner struggle to stay focused. Who knew what went on in that intricate mind, she thought? She must remain alert, as Houshi-sama has proven resourceful on many occasions.

The monk maneuvered with her, mimicking her movements. Sango awaited an opening… or for him to advance. She sensed the monk had a plan, as he agreed too readily to her challenge. Houshi-sama had the advantage if this was a duel of patience, as his far outweighed hers.

Sango vaguely remembered having done this before, battling against her comrade, friend…, and the man she loved.

When possessed by the women of the Oni village, the taijiya was unaware of what had transpired between them until after the demon egg she was fed was expelled. Houshi-sama could have been killed while trying to save her, and it would have been by her own hand.

So… here they were, in a similar position of Sango's making. Her temper, once again, got the better of her. Although she refused to back down, she at least discarded her weapons, vowing to never hurt Houshi-sama that way again.

When she met the monk, Sango was drawn to the rich timbre of his voice. Whenever he spoke, she became immersed in the sound. When she felt stressed or anxious, just a few soothing words from him made her world right again, and she could cope.

How she loved to hear him say her name. The monk influxed the most sensuous intonations each time he said, "Sango." She felt the flood of emotion within her, and her knees weakened. Whatever happened, Houshi-sama would always be a part of her.

Focusing back on their fight, Sango immediately sensed a change in the monk. She probed deeper, staring directly into his eyes to gauge his intentions. And that's when she noticed a mischievous glint had entered his blue orbs.

The monk lowered his gaze. Houshi-sama's eyes moved hungrily over Sango's face like a caress across her eyelids, cheeks, and lips. Unwittingly, the taijiya's gaze dropped to his sensual mouth, remembering Miroku's previous kisses. She watched his tongue peek out and glide enticingly across his lips. Lifting her eyes back to his, she clearly saw his strategy. However, it did nothing to halt her reaction.

"Pervert!"

Sango spun, pivoting on her heel, her leg aiming for Hiraikotsu's favorite spot. But the monk tactfully managed to dodge her attack. The taijiya fell back into a cat stance and repositioned herself. Looking across at Houshi-sama, she noticed his confident smile, which only infuriated her more.

XXXXX

"Kikyou-sama! Kikyou-sama!"The voice pulled the priestess from the darkness.

Slowly opening her eyes, the blurred sky and the trees overhead came into focus. Turning her head to the side, the priestess met Rin's concerned gaze.

Kneeling beside the priestess, the little girl's hands were folded primly in her lap, her young face etched with worry.

Kikyou smiled slightly and reached for Rin's hands, clasped tightly together. This immediately spurred the child into action. Leaning over the priestess, Rin started speaking rapidly.

"Are you alright? I was so worried! I didn't know what happened to you. What was that blue light? Did Sesshomaru save you? How are…"

The priestess's eyes widened as Rin's chatter went on; the child barely stopped to breathe.

Kikyou's husky laugh interrupted the child's prattling. Giving Rin's hand a squeeze, the priestess covered her mouth, trying to stifle her merriment.

"I'm… I'm fine, Rin," Kikyou stated between laughter. "Truly," she added, as the child appeared unconvinced.

"Really!" Rin finally seemed satisfied, but the monologue began again.

"I didn't know what to think when I saw Sesshomaru-sama carrying you. I heard the demons screaming, Jaken was afraid, and I thought you were… I thought you were…"

"I am dead."

Kikyou thought that yet never voiced it. Instead, she sat up and turned away from Rin, and the vertiginous sensation returned. The woman closed her eyes, willing it away. Drawing her legs up, Kikyou rested her forehead on her knees, waiting for the feeling to subside. After a moment, she lifted her head, opened her eyes, and encountered Sesshomaru's emotionless gaze, who sat directly across from her and Rin.

He knew what she was and wondered why he hadn't revealed it to the child. As she stared at the daiyoukai, Kikyou could only think of Sayo, a young child she had met while traveling.

Recalling the happier times spent with the little girl, Sayo looked at her with loving adoration and asked her to remain in their village. Then… she remembered the child's fear after discovering the truth that she was a walking corpse. One word from Sesshomaru, and that event could reoccur, this time with Rin.

Yet… the daiyoukai did nothing. Kikyou was sick of trying to read his impassive eyes, sick of him deliberately prolonging the inevitable. Damn him… he knew the effect this would have on both her and Rin. And to be frank, she was tired of playing mouse to his cat. Imitating his haughty glare, the priestess sent a look to the daiyoukai that dared him to reveal all.

Noting her look, Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed at Kikyou's insolence. He found this human to be both irritating and annoying, albeit interesting.

Rising, the daiyoukai walked steadily toward Kikyou. The priestess maintained eye contact, not giving an inch, not allowing him to intimidate her.

Standing over her, Sesshomaru raised his arm and brandished Midoriko's sword. Grasping the hilt, he rammed the blade into the earth beside Kikyou. Leaving the sword implanted there, he turned abruptly and walked away without looking back.

The priestess's eyes followed him until he was out of sight, and then she hesitantly turned to Rin. The child was sitting in the same position, nervously wringing her hands. Thinking Sesshomaru was the cause of Rin's discomfort, Kikyou attempted to put her at ease.

"He doesn't talk much, does he?" the priestess gave a semblance of a smile.

Rin launched herself at Kikyou, wrapping her tiny arms around the priestess's neck.

"If I said anything to hurt you, Kikyou-sama, I am sorry!"

Rin sounded close to tears. Kikyou was pleasantly surprised; the child's concern was for her. It appeared this little girl was not intimidated easily either.

Returning the child's hug, Kikyou answered, "No, little one, you have said nothing to offend me." She pulled Rin onto her lap and rocked her gently.

"Curse you, Urasue, for this surreal existence," the priestess cried in her mind. "Curse you to hell!"

XXXXX

Kouga looked into the herbal concoction, but his stomach revolted. Ginta and Hakkaku had brought him the mixture by order of the she-wolf, Ayame. Although the wolf youkai questioned its contents for safe consumption, he reluctantly accepted it. Ayame had, no doubt, exacted her revenge by serving him this guck over the past few days.

Speaking of - he had not seen the she-wolf nor gotten a whiff of her scent since her departure.

"Drink up, Kouga," said Ginta. "Ayame left us in charge. She says to get you well so you can be on your way."

Although justified, the wolf had no idea why, but that comment seemed to ruffle his fur.

"Wha' tha' hell does she mean by that?" Kouga barked, baring his teeth.

"Aw… come on, Kouga," Hakkaku said, trying to calm him down. "Ayame's busy with the tribe and all. We're just pullin' our weight; no big deal." Hakkaku nudged Ginta, getting him to play along.

"Yeah, yeah... that's right! She's swamped," Ginta finished stupidly.

Neither wanted to mention to Kouga the real reason Ayame was avoiding him. The she-wolf was adamant about keeping her distance until Kouga left the encampment, and both Ginta and Hakkaku recalled Ayame's words…

"I am not his caretaker!" the she-wolf spat. "I've neglected my duties enough dealing with Kouga. He's your friend and leader, so you two take care of him."

"But… but, we don't know how, Ayame-chan," Ginta pleaded.

The glare from her emerald eyes had Ginta taking cover behind Hakkaku, who also took a step back from her ferocious look.

With a toss of her head, the she-wolf declared, "I don't care!"

"You know that's not true, Ayame," Hakkaku stepped forward. "If you truly felt that way, you wouldn't have bothered in the first place."

"That's right," Ginta joined in. "You should have seen your face when you found out he was hurt; you couldn't wait… mph!"

Ginta was treading dangerous waters, and it earned him an elbow from Hakkaku, who continued to appeal to the she-wolf.

"He wouldn't have made it this far without your help, and we are grateful, Ayame-chan. Please… at least tell us how to care for him," Hakkaku reasoned.

"Well… I guess I could continue to prepare Kouga's medicine," the she-wolf considered. "But… I will not administer it; one of you will do it, not me!"

To Ginta and Hakkaku, it didn't matter how these two stubborn wolves felt about each other. Still, they must maintain good relations with Ayame's tribe. As the last of the brown wolf clan, once this issue with Naraku was resolved, this might be the only home to which they could return.

The two watched Kouga empty the bowl; he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shuddered.

"Ya' sure this ain't poisoned?" Kouga tossed the bowl to Hakkaku, recalling how pissed Ayame was with him. "It tastes like it'll kill ya."

Lying back, the wolf youkai stretched his body. He flexed both feet, testing the shin muscles of each leg. Kouga felt much better than a few days ago; for all his talk, he knew the medicine was working; it was just his temperament to gripe about things.

Folding his hands behind his head, the wolf youkai stared at the cave ceiling. Naraku thought he was out of the way, but Kouga planned to make a grand entrance.

"Ya' can't get rid of me that easily." the wolf snickered.

Kouga had a gleam in his eye, and his lips curled in a satisfied smirk; suddenly, he felt rejuvenated. Just the thought of confronting Naraku again made him - hungry.

"Ah!" the wolf demon sat up, stretching his arms overhead. "How about some food, guys? I don't know about you, but I'm famished," Kouga stood up. "Let's go find Ayame; she'll get us some grub."

Ginta and Hakkaku jump up and hurriedly block their leader's path.

"Hehe - just relax, Kouga. We'll find Ayame for you." Hakkaku attempted to steer him in the other direction while shooing Ginta outside.

"I think I saw her in the field somewhere," Ginta announced. "I'll go get her."

The two comrades made eye contact before turning to their duties; one to babysit Kouga while the other went for food without bothering Ayame. It was best to keep those two apart; starting a war before the battle began was unnecessary.

XXXXX

Sango attacked with a flurry of swift kicks and rapid punches; however, she could not connect. Miroku had yet to throw a punch; he just kept dodging blows. The demon slayer was stupefied. They often sparred together; had the monk improved that much?

Throwing a straight-arm punch at the monk's chest in a single fluid motion, Miroku shifted his body to the side, and Sango's aim was redirected. Her fist sailed past him, barely grazing his robes.

Having missed, the taijiya dropped deftly to the ground, spinning on the ball of her foot. The other leg snaked out, attempting to sweep the monk off his feet. Miroku avoided that maneuver as well, hopping over it and falling back.

Exasperated, Sango stood and looked across at her opponent. She could not help but be impressed with his prowess. When did he become this good? The taijiya replayed each attack in her head yet could not figure out how the monk evaded each one.

A bead of sweat rolled under her bangs, but she refused to wipe it away. She did not want to appear to be weakening.

The taijiya's eyes narrowed as she continued to assess the monk. She noticed that although Miroku's movements were minimal compared to hers, he was sweating more profusely than she was; even his robes were slightly damp. Why was that? Sango was baffled.

Miroku looked across and saw Sango's puzzled expression. It would not take her long to figure out what he'd been doing. He used a lot of spiritual energy, which would only last for a short while if Sango kept up this pace.

The technique was strictly defensive; one could defend oneself while protecting the aggressor. The style was part of his monk training, although Miroku rarely used it and had yet to perfect it.

Mainly using evasive maneuvers, the art did not cultivate violence; instead, it was designed to use your opponent's strength against them. In Sango's case, she was both faster and more agile than Miroku. Therefore, he used this method to avoid her attacks. However, he also combined it with his spiritual energy to telegraph her movements. Without this, she could beat him senseless, and the fact that he annoyed her beforehand would guarantee that.

In the meantime, Sango decided to try a different approach. Relaxing her fist, she placed her fingers together and flattened her palms. She planned to use her fingertips like a blade or similar weapon and then charged at the monk.

Miroku prepared himself, reading her movements. He noticed she was no longer using her fist as her hand thrust forward. Neatly dodging it, he missed the sudden movement of her wrist, which curved inward, and her fingertips connected acutely with his ribcage.

Miroku staggered back, his hand automatically going to his side. That hurt like hell and would definitely bruise, but the monk could not hold back a smile.

"Crane?" he asked the demon slayer.

"Hm!" Sango answered with a smug grin.

"You're amazing," he breathed, impressed with her ability to regroup.

Sango blushed at his compliment. However, watching him clutch his side, she realized she wanted this to end, but again, it was her pride.

"There's more where that came from, too!" she attempted a laugh and then turned somber. "Give up, Houshi-sama. All you have to do is let me go, and we can stop this."

"I can't do that, Sango," he whispered, "Too much is at stake."

Sango felt the anger rising to the surface. The only thing at stake was her heart. The monk did not love her, not the way she wanted. Why did he prolong her leaving?

"All right, Houshi-sama," she said with a sigh. The taijiya fell back into a perfect crane stance and positioned her hands in that style. "Let's finish this."

Miroku also moved back; his ribs were starting to ache. He was just as anxious to end this as she was, but he had to win. Whatever time he had left with her depended on it.

Matching the demon slayer's determined glare with one of his own, Miroku ignored the throbbing pain in his side and took a deep, cleansing breath before focusing on his opponent.

As expected, Sango put everything into her next attack. She charged, thrusting and slicing with her arms and hands, and her speed also seemed to have increased.

The monk knew he was in trouble. With his ribs throbbing, he could not fully concentrate on his spiritual energy. He could not afford to take another hit; he needed to find a way to distract her.

As Sango made another pass, Miroku grabbed her wrist, yanked her towards him, and kissed her full on the mouth. The taijiya gave a squeak of surprise before pushing him away, staring wide-eyed at the monk.

"What the hell are you doing?" she finally found her voice. "This is a fight, damn it!"

"Tsk! Such language," Miroku teased. "All's fair, Sango, I wanted to try something different too."

"Why you…" the taijiya's voice petered out; she could not find the words. Instead, she came at him again. Nevertheless, her moves were not as fluent as before, and her attacks were slower.

Miroku leaned away just as a punch flew by, causing Sango to overextend, throwing her off balance. Falling forward, Sango put out a hand to break her fall. Miroku stepped in and grabbed her from behind. His hand circled her waist and pulled the taijiya back into his body. Holding fast, he pinned her arms to her side.

Sango looked over her shoulder and fixed him with a death glare. Her head at that angle allowed Miroku to nibble on an earlobe. Sango inhaled sharply, and a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"No fair, Houshi-sama," she uttered, trying to prevent her traitorous body from relaxing in his arms.

"It's not my fault you didn't stipulate the rules," he said, nuzzling her hair.

"You're a cheat," Sango stated, trying to shake him off. "In more ways than one," she mumbled petulantly under her breath.

"Stop acting childish!" Miroku murmured.

Sango's temper rose, and she tried again to wiggle away from him, but Miroku only tightened his hold. "Had you listened when I asked, maybe we could have avoided this," he said close to her ear.

Agitated, Sango wiggled more, and Miroku swore. Her persistent movement only increased the discomfort in his ribs and his loins.

"Sango…" he groaned her name, "…please, be still."

Something in his voice bided her to comply, but she remained tense in his arms as his head fell in the crook of her neck.

"What I have to say is important; won't you just listen?"

The demon slayer was silent. She stared blindly out over the temple lawns, and the monk behind her patiently awaited her answer. Although reluctant, Sango finally gave an acquiescent nod.

Miroku loosened his hold, yet his arms remained at her waist. From behind, his eyes followed Sango's gaze. It was time to correct the misunderstandings between them.

"I'm afraid I haven't been honest with you, Sango," Miroku began tentatively, feeling her stiffen at his words. "I don't want to spend the next few days… the next few hours fighting with you."

Turning her gently to face him, Miroku observed her bent head and bangs shielding her eyes. Absently stroking her hair, he started to speak.

"My whole life, I've wanted to connect with someone," he began softly. "But I wouldn't allow myself because of the 'Kazaana.'

"Having met you, I tried denying my feelings; I kept telling myself I had nothing to offer you, not even time. No matter how hard I tried to distance myself, I only felt that much closer to you."

"I deliberately misled you, Sango," he continued. "When I proposed, I wanted you to think it was based on our mutual respect and my attraction for you, but what I should have said…"

"No!" Sango shouted, trying to push away. "Don't… please, I don't want…"

"What I want to say is …" Miroku pulled her close, cupping her face, forcing her to look at him. "… I love you, Sango; you're the only woman for me."

The taijiya's eyes widened, and her heart filled with the implication of his words. Unable to respond, she grabbed the front of his robes and held tight, resting her head on his chest.

"Being with you makes me yearn for a future… our future," Miroku told her. "I want to wake up beside you each morning, grow old with you, so… I'll ask once more, dear Sango…"

Lifting her face, his eyes beckoned hers. Staring up at him, she felt like she was drowning in those shimmering pools of blue. "When this ends, will you live with me and bear my children?"

Looking at him, Miroku's eyes reflected his sincerity and mirrored her longing. Moving away from him, Sango sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry… I can't!" the taijiya whispered.

Shocked, Miroku's eyes widened in alarm. "Sango, I..."

"I can't wait until this is over," she said breathlessly. "Marry me now, Houshi-sama; make me your wife!"

To be continued…