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Never go back	By : KiraIsJudgement Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oh, wow. They changed way to add a chapter... hmmm... not sure if I like this. Not very big on on the whole change thing. I guess chapters will look different now. ok... Anyways...

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“Mind if I stay?” I give him a pleading look. For some reason I just really want to stay right here, watching the peaceful night with him.
“Do as you wish, Miko.”
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I find myself once again with my arms wrapped around Rin as we ride on the back of Ah-Un, with Sesshomaru gliding on our side. This time, I am taking care not to put pressure on her, and do my best to help support her. Rin is still a bit weak from yesterday.
“Not much farther.” She calls out to me.
A forest comes into sight, and the landscape because familiar. These trees I know. Inuyasha’s forest. Excitement shoots through me and I’m both eager and nervous about seeing Sango and Miroku.
What have they been up to? How many children did they have, and what are they like? What do they do for a living? Did they ever get a chance to rebuild Sango’s home village? Did they follow their dreams? Did they have a happy life?
The frightened side of me wonders if this will not go well. What if they’re mad at me for leaving? After I abandoned them when times got the toughest. What if they want nothing more to do with Inuyasha or myself?
And the most important question, the one I couldn’t bring myself to ask, what did Rin mean when she said ‘some’ of my friends are still alive? Who isn’t?
Ah-Un instinctively knows where to go from here, and glides over the trees and to a small house with a large clearing.
The house is cozy looking, and well maintained. Obvious signs of repairs looks recent on the roof and wooden sides. The fruit trees with their plump apples and plums add a nice splash of color to the green landscape, even though their propose in completely functional, but a designer choice.
Two young boys pop their heads up from their game, some kind that includes the use of dirt, rocks and sticks, maybe a few bugs, and stares at us as we land.
“Papa!” They scream in unison and run into the house.
Rin and I both slide off Ah-Un and wait at the porch steps for someone to meet us. Sesshomaru hangs back at the forest edge, lingering in the shadows.
“Why isn’t he coming over?” I whisper to Rin, covering my lips from his line of slight.
“Human aren’t used to seeing youkai anymore. He doesn’t wish to startle them. It annoys him when they make a scene and he cannot just kill them. He won’t harm any from this family in thanks to their contribution to my upbringing. So he waits until the children have been properly schooled in how to act.” She smiles smugly, looking proud that she is the reason Sesshomaru would go through all this extra effort. Guess it is something to be proud of. I don’t think there is many that Sesshomaru would stay is hand for.
The door cracks open and a taller, slender version of Sango peeks out. She doesn’t look a day older then the Sango I knew. Her modest light blue kimono is tied snugly around her waist in a white obi. Her long, black hair braided tightly, hanging half way down her back, and she smiles sweetly at Rin.
“Sister!” She throws her arms open and practically flies into Rin’s embrace.
I wince at the action, remembering that Rin is still not a hundred percent, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She returns the hug, smiling, tears of joy running down her cheeks.
“Oh, Miki. I’ve missed you.” Rin sobs into the younger woman’s shoulder.
Soon the porch is crawling with a flood of Miroku and Sango look-a-likes, ranging from young children to middle-aged adults. Obviously they did a good job at having all the children Miroku always dreamed of. Looks like they had a good life.
The huge family swarms their adopted sister, sharing tears and greetings, and I begin to feel just a bit overwhelmed. I think Sesshomaru had the right idea, and I start to back-pedal, giving the family a chance to catch up.
By the time I reach the outer edge of the forest, the squeals and cries of the women become mumbled and much easier on the ears. Yep, this is a safe distance.
“Sesshomaru.” I give him a nod, then join in, watching Rin enjoy the bombardment of attention she is receiving.
“Miko,” he replies, and folds his arms across his chest. We wait in blissed silence.
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It takes a good ten minutes before the crowd calms down and the family ushers Rin into the house. She smiles over her shoulder and motions for us to follow.
Sesshomaru steps forward. I go to follow, but it hits me. In a few seconds I will be face to face with my long time friends. The same friends I fought aside, shared precious moments with, and trusted with each other’s life.
But they’ve changed. Moved on and made their own life. They forgot about me long ago. What if they don’t want me back?
“Miko?” Sesshomaru stops, and quirks an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t think I can.” My legs go weak and I can’t keep from shaking my head side to side.
No, I can’t face them? What if they blame me for what happened to Inuyasha? And why wouldn’t they? Even I blame myself.
Sesshomaru comes to me, places his hand on my back and gives me a nudge, pushing me towards to house, forcing my legs to keep up.
“Yes, you can.” He leads me all the way to the steps, where the sea of people part, leaving a clear path to a short table where Rin and a older man are sitting.
Sesshomaru keeps steady pressure on my back until we come to the table and the man rises up.
His hair has gone steely grey, winkles cover his thin cheeks, and he has gotten himself a plump little pot belly, but there is no doubt who this man is.
“Kogame.” He flashes me his famous playboy smile, and opens his arms.
“Miroku!” The hand on my back disappears as I run into the arms of my, now literally, old friend.
We gush over each other for a few minutes, causes a similar, yet smaller, scene as Rin did outside. Giving each other a once over, and exchanging short, heart filled greetings. The feeling in the air is a delightful happiness right up until I ask the obvious.
“Where’s Sango? I’ve missed her so much, I would love to see her.” The whole house goes quiet… Sad.
“Do you mind giving us some privacy?” Miroku mentions to the dozens of people crowding the room, and almost everyone retreats, grunting little words of understanding.
After the adult usher the children out as the left, only Rin, Sesshomaru, Miroku, myself and the young lady from earlier, Miki, remains. Miroku sits cross legged on the floor at the short table and we all follow in suit, except for Miki who stays standing, waiting quietly for the conversation to begin.
I nervously fidget with the hem of my shirt as Miki goes about bringing tea to everyone at the table. Why hasn’t anyone told me where Sango is yet? Please Kami, don’t tell me she’s…
“Would you like some tea, Lord Sesshomaru?” He nods and the young lady sets a cup in front of him, and then automatically places one in front of everyone else.
She puts a bowl of sugar in the middle of the table, which no one makes a move for, then returns to her post, standing behind Miroku with a arm rest supportively on his shoulder. After a minute of eerie silence, he talks a deep breath, sips on his tea, and talk in monotone voice.
“My Sango has been taken from us.” He deadpans, eye glossed over with heartbreak.
“No…” I whisper, unbelieving his declaration. Not Sango. She wouldn’t have died, she was too strong. It would have taken someone really powerful to take kill her… Oh no, please, please, don’t say it was him. “Was… Was it Zenaku?”
“No. I can’t say it wasn’t directly connecting to his actions thou. She died protecting a young youkai being attacked by humans after they decided to following Zenaku’s lead and destroy all the youkai. Sango, of course, couldn’t stand by and watch as they stoned an innocent child to death just because of it’s race. She stepped in and… I should have been there. I came too late.” His hands shake so bad that tea slips out of the edge of his cup. Miki quickly grabs a rag and cleans it up.
“Thank you.” He smiles sweetly, and turns back to me. “This is my youngest daughter, Miki. She is the only one that has developed the motherly drive required to take care of me. Thank the gods for that.” He chuckles softy, and she playfully slaps his shoulder.
“You must excuse my father. I believe he has gone senile from old age. He seems to think that I am the only one out of seven children, and ten grandchild, that is willing to take care of him.” She refills Miroku’s cup and takes a sit to his right, refusing to acknowledge the way he lightly nudges her with his shoulder, trying to get attention.
I’m torn between the sweet way this father and daughter and acting and the horrific thought of Sango being stoned to death. It must’ve been horrible, I wish I could have been there when she needed someone the most. To die like that, after everything she had done to help people, is just wrong. If I had never left, things would have been different. She would still be here, raising her family.
“Kagome.” Miroku pulls me from my musing, looking quite serious all the sudden. “It’s was a long time ago. We all miss her. But we have come to accept the fact that we couldn’t have saved her. If you start to focus on the what-ifs now, you’ll never be able to realize the what-could-bes. She died trying to save someone, that’s how she would have wanted to go. Please be happy for her, she’s now in a better place.”
The tears slowly roll down my cheeks, but I remain silent. I won’t disgrace her memory by sobbing like a child. It’s time I grew up.
“You’re right. That how she would have wanted it.” Except that she would have wanted the child to live, but at least she tried.
Rin steps in, reminding me of the reason we’re here. “Miroku, we come to ask you about Zenaku. Have you heard anything new? Have you had any new ideas to pull Inuyasha from it?”
Miki visible stiffens and makes a sour face, and starts screaming. “Why are you so insistent in saving that monster? He dug his own grave, let him lay in it. Just slay him and let it be over. So many have already died… How many more will have to before you give up on the ridiculous idea of saving Inuyasha?!? How many Sister? His one life is not worth the…”
Miroku slams his hands on the table top, starting the girl and shutting her up. “That’s enough.” He says in a steady firm voice. She shakes her head and tears flow freely down her face. She jumps to her feet and quickly runs from the room sobbing. Rin gets up and follows her, eager to comfort her little sister.
“Sorry about that. She’s still not over the death of Shi…” Miroku breaks eye contact and looks down, changing his wording. “The death of her fiancé.”
“Shippo? Were you going to say Shippo?” My heart doesn’t make another beat as I wait for him to answer.
Miroku nods his head solemnly. “Zenaku took him from us last winter. They were to marry this month.”
My heart cracks, and I feel numb. Inuyasha killed Shippo? We wouldn’t. They little fox-youkai was like an adoptive son to us both. If Inuyasha was in there somewhere, no way would he have let this happen. Maybe Sesshomaru was right. Maybe Inuyasha really is dead.
I tense and get ready to bolt. I have to ecsape this nightmare. Right now I am all to aware that the well is only a good run from here. I could be hopping down it and heading home with an hour. I can put this whole mess behind me. I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even think I can. Or if I should even try.
Just as soon as I shift to get a good footing, a clawed hand pushes me back down, and I get a don’t-you-dare look from Sesshomaru. He isn’t going to let me quit that easily. Maybe I should just go through with his original plan and purify Zenaku, but could I knowing that I would be killing the only part of Inuyasha that’s left?
“Monk. Do you have any new ideas?” Sesshomaru keeps his hand on my shoulder but at least relaxes the pressure.
“I personal don’t, but I’ve heard of someone who might have a solution. A old Miko, one that live deep within the mountains. Sango and I were still looking for a way to retrieve Inuyasha, and we were instructed to visit this Miko, but we never got that chance I’m told her wisdom knows no limits.”
“Good, then we leave tomorrow.” Sesshomaru releases his hold on me, quietly stands, and leaves.
I bow to Miroku, unable to speak in fear of crying, and follow Sesshomaru outside. I could really use some fresh air.

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