Title: And They All Lived Happily Ever After
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: After Naraku, things changed. But some things never change.
An overwhelming sense of peace enveloped her as waved away the Shinidamachuu. It refused to leave her side, a questioning
look in its eyes. Shaking her head, she gently brushed the top of its head before waving it away once more. She had lived
this way for far too long, it was time to return to what she truly was.
She slowly made her way to the tree near the well. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, letting her false body fall
to the ground. It was finally time to forget the past and move on.
Accepting the flower, she smiled at the person standing before her. His cheeks showed a slight reddish hue, and she tried
to hide the laughter that threatened to escape. "It';s gorgeous, Houjou."
He smiled, obviously pleased that she had enjoyed the small token of his affections. She reached for his hand and together
they walked toward her home. A flash of white caught her eye, but as she blinked, it disappeared. Turning to the boy at her
side, she tried to ignore the thought that his hair just wasn't the color it should have been.
She stood in the clearing, tears slowly making their way down her face. Frustration threatened to overwhelm her, but she
refused to give in. She had been taught for too long that any outward emotions only proved to show that one was weak.
A hand coming to rest on her shoulder startled her slightly. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to become angry with
the man at her side. She refused to turn until she heard the small whimper.
Taking her daughter into her arms, she finally met Miroku's gaze. "I'm sorry."
As he pulled her into his arms, she finally let the tears fall.
Since her brother had died, Sango had retreated into herself. She rarely showed any emotion. That had all changed once
her daughter had been born. The other day he had heard her laugh and it had warmed his heart to know that she was beginning
to live again.
He watched his wife with their small daughter. She smiled down at the tiny bundle in her arms, gently smoothing the fine
downy hairs on the top of her head. He knew that she would never be able to truly get over the death of her family, but time
was slowly healing her wounds.
Taking a deep breath, he focused on the target before him. Pulling out his spinning top, he took a moment to compose himself.
A mischievous smile crept on his face as he began to close in on Inuyasha and Miroku.
He nearly choked as he saw one of Inuyasha's ears twitch. Holding his breath, he squeezed the top, chanting quietly as
he threw it with all the force he had.
His targets screamed as they were pelted with the giant top and he ran as fast as he could, laughing all the way.
He sheathed the Tessaiga and walked away, a smirk on his face. That demon had hardly been a challenge. Passing back through
the village, he passed Shippou, making sure to tease the small kitsune.
Miroku came to Shippou's rescue and the kitsune made sure to stick his tongue out before hiding in the folds of the monk's
robe. Inuyasha rolled his eyes before informing Miroku of the latest demon.
Refusing the offer of dinner, he made his way back to the forest. The villagers accepted him and he had made many friends,
but to him, the forest would always be home.
-The End -