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Higurashi	By : WillowCarlisle Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 21294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Kagome?"
Ms.Higurashi peeked into her daughter's room. The moon's light spilled through the window, alighting on an empty bed. Brow furrowing slightly, she slipped down the hall to Souta's room, knocking on the half-open door.
"Souta?" she looked in. "Hasn't Kagome come in from the cold yet?"
The young boy didn't look up from his video game; only shook his head 'no'. His mother sighed heavily before turning and heading back down the stairs. Pulling a light coat from the rack near the front door, she slipped into it and began searching for her slippers. She found them at the rear door in the kitchen and began pushing her feet into them, glancing out through the glass pane. She paused as two figures came into view.
She could make out Kagome's small frame, its back turned to her, as she stood talking softly with the other individual. Moving further to the side, she tried to make out the face of the person her daughter was with. Her heart leapt, a cold sweat breaking out across her forehead as she recognized the man she had passed on the dirt road from town. His golden eyes flickered to her face for a breath of an instant, and she was caught once again by his resemblance to the young man, Inuyasha.
But this... this isn't Inuyasha, she thought with mild panic as she racked her brain, attempting to recall the tales Kagome had told her of the people she'd met beyond the well. The eyes are the same... and the hair... Perhaps...Could it be... No!
Her heart pounded in fear as she backed away from the door, her small hands clasped to her chest. Not the hanyou, but the elder sibling, stood just beyond the doorway, chatting with her daughter as though they'd always been friends. The pure-blooded youkai himself, who she could vividly recall had been the center of Kagome's struggles no more than a year and a half prior, was there casting a small but meaningful smile at the young woman she'd bore into this world. Balling her fists, and straightening her back as far as the near-paralyzing fear would allow, she strode forward and grasped the doorknob.
*~~~
"Amaru," he smiled slightly as he said the word. "Kiken Amaru"
"Somehow, it's more intimidating than 'Sesshoumaru', but it suits you," she murmured, blushing lightly as he watched her.
"Not entirely an unwelcome change," he conceded. "But.. Some things are quite pleasant when left just the way they are... Kagome..."
Her blush grew heated at the tone in his voice, and she averted her eyes, biting her lip a little to hide her smile.
"Kagome..."
She turned at the sound of her name, smile faltering at the look of dread on her mother's face.
"Mama?" she went to the woman's side. "What's wrong?"
Ms.Higurashi's eyes never left Amaru's face. "Come inside, Kagome."
The girl frowned, looking back as her mother tugged her toward the door. Amaru tilted his head in question and she shook her head, unsure of the situation herself. Before she could find her voice to ask, she was back inside the kitchen.
"What's going on?"
She stared at her mother blankly. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to look out the window past the woman's shoulder.
"That... was that... Sesshoumaru??" the woman gasped, taking Kagome by the shoulders and shaking her lightly with each word.
Kagome's face grew warm. "Yes... Well... His name is Amaru now..."
"Same name or not, he's dangerous, Kagome! It wasn't too long ago you told me that same man tried to kill you! Not once, but on many occasions! How can you stand with him, smiling and talking like the best of friends?"
"He's different now..." Kagome whispered, the warmth of their conversation never leaving her. "This isn't some quick jump into another time, mom. For him, it's been over 500 years since then. He looks almost the same, but I can tell he's not. And... there's a lot he can tell me. About the others. And Inuyasha."
"But sweetheart..."
"Everything's fine, mom," she pushed on, taking her mother's hand and squeezing it as she made to open the door. "I promise. I'm perfectly safe with Amaru. And... I don't know. I like him like this... It's taken a long time for him to change but I think, given the chance, I would have found that side of him anyway... We were all quick to think he was a monster."
"You don't know how much a person can change, if at all," Ms.Higurashi argued.
"Well there's only one way to find out. I know it's hard to understand, but... maybe we misjudged him... I've always felt, somewhere deep inside... Well it doesn't matter. All that counts is that this is the best way to see the kind of person he really is. Just trust me, ok?"
Before the woman could answer, she slipped back through the door, closing it and leaning her back against the cold wood as she met Amaru's gaze. He now sat on the wooden swing, looking at her with a smile on his face.
"Sorry..." she whispered the apology. "If you're anything like Inuyasha, I'm guessing you heard all that..."
He didn't answer, just continued to smile as she moved timidly toward him.
"I really am sorry..."
"So..." he murmured as she stood at the opposite end of the swing, "you like me like this, do you?"
"Erk..." her cheeks blazed, and she stared off into the distance in embarrassment. "Heard that part too, huh?"
His laugh was low and light. Kagome slipped into the seat next to him, clasping her hands on her lap and staring down at them. She nearly jumped from her skin when she felt his fingers brush the hair from her face, tucking the strands behind her left ear. Looking up at him, her lips parted as she made to speak. Without warning, he leaned in, pausing slightly before pressing his lips to hers gently. Her breath hitched as his warm, moist tongue slipped past her teeth, coming to coax hers into a sweet intoxicating dance.
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He shoveled the last pile of dirt over the grave and patted it into place, driving the tool into the ground and wiping the streak of sweat from his brow.

"Daddy?" the little black-haired girl tugged at the hem of his shirt lightly.

He knelt and picked her up, brushing the dust from her little cheeks and holding her in a tight embrace.

"Daddy... why are you crying?"

He kissed her forehead and smiled as she wiped his tears for him. "Daddies cry sometimes when they're very, very sad, Kimeko."

The little girl hugged him about the neck, sticking her thumb into her mouth as he sat in the grass next to the fresh grave.

"Is it because mommy's gone away?" the girl whispered, playing with his collar as he settled her on his lap.

"Yes," he replied gently, looking down the hill to the village as a little boy ran toward them, a bundle of flowers clasped in his small arms. "It's a little because mommy's gone away. And little because Daddy couldn't go with her..."

The little boy slowed his pace, moving toward the mound of dirt timidly. He rested the flowers atop the grave, bowing on hands and knees and whispering something to the earth before rising and coming to sit with the others.

"Kohaku-onii-chan cries sometimes too," the girl murmured, tugging at the little boy's hair as he looked away from them. "Why can't I cry, daddy? Like you and Kohaku-onii-chan? Like uncle Kohaku too?"

Miroku pressed his cheek to hers, reaching out and placing an arm about his son's shoulders and drawing them both to him.

"We don't all cry when we're sad, Kimeko," he explained as he watched the wind catch a few bits of dust and swirl them up into the sky. "Sometimes people fight, like uncle Shippou. And sometimes they sing or make little things with their hands. Some people do nothing at all, but that's ok too. We all grieve in different ways. And each of those ways are perfectly fine as long as they don't hurt others."

The girl nodded silently, sticking her thumb back into her mouth. Kohaku's head lifted, and he turned to his father, tugging at the man's sleeve and pointing down the hillside to a figure that approached. Placing Kimeko on the grass next to her brother, Miroku rose. The figure stopped a few feet away, a bundle of flowers in one hand, and a look of sympathy in his eyes.

"I didn't think you would have heard," Miroku commented, his voice no longer carrying the resentment it used to. "Or cared, at this point..."

"Sango was still a friend," Inuyasha murmured, his ears falling as he looked at the fresh grave. "You both were."

His eyes widened as Miroku strode forward, clasping him in a friendly embrace. "Thank you. For coming all this way."

Inuyasha nodded, walking the rest of the way up the hill and setting the flowers next to the little boy's.

"It's about time you came back," the gruff voice called to them.

Turning and rising, Inuyasha caught sight of the kitsune as he made his way up the hill. Shippou glared at him viciously, storming forward like a chaotic whirlwind. He stopped a mere foot away, and Inuyasha nearly laughed at the boy who barely reached his shoulder.

"Boy have you grown," he joked, ruffling the kit's hair.

"Why you little---"

"Uncle Shippou!" Kimeko chirped, running and hugging the kitsune around the right leg.

He lifted her up, smiling past her head at an amused Inuyasha.

"You haven't met before, have you?" Miroku asked, waving the other child forward as he took the girl from Shippou's arms. "Kimeko, Kohaku, this is Inuyasha. Inuyasha, these are my children."

Inuyasha smiled at the two, taking the girl and wincing slightly as she immediately began tugging at his ear. "Sango's?"

Miroku nodded with pride, lifting Kohaku up onto his shoulder. "Kimeko is three. And this big, brave fellow is seven," he explained, turning sad eyes to his friend. "We had hoped that you would come to see them... Sango most of all."

Inuyasha looked down at the little girl that resembled her mother so much it twisted his heart just a little. "I had to find a place to belong to," he murmured. "Got my hide beaten senseless for it, but we've been on the move for years now. We're still not close. He hates me like day old scum, but... family's family, right?"

Shippou stared with wide eyes. "You mean... Sesshoumaru?!"

Miroku's face reflected the boy's shock as he led them back toward the village. "I didn't think I'd live to see the day when you and the great lord Sesshoumaru would put your differences aside long enough to talk things out."

"Still haven't," Inuyasha laughed. "But it's a start."

"You two go on ahead," Miroku called as they reached the farmland outside of town. "There's one more thing I have to do."

Shippou nodded, taking Kohaku's hand as the boy ran toward him. "Take your time."

He turned back toward the hill, taking a deep breath before climbing to the top and kneeling in the dirt. Reaching into the collar of his shirt, he pulled the string of rosaries from his neck and held them in his right hand. Tugging the tattered strip of cloth that once sealed the infamous air void within his palm, he wrapped the beads in it and used the hand to dig into the soil. He buried the bundle there, bowing and whispering a pray of love and release to the soul of his wife.

"I could never have asked for more than you gave me in life, my beautiful Sango," he whispered. "All that I am, I am for you. Our children will never go a day without remembering our love. And I'll never have need of another as long as there's a heart beating within me. I love you, Sango."

He crossed the grave as his religion would hold honor to and brought himself to his feet. "May your soul find peace in its journey through the ever after."

He turned, making his way back down the hill. Pausing at the village's gate, he lifted his face to the sky, a light breeze caressing his cheek, bringing with it the uniquely beautiful scent of the woman he loved. He whispered her name with love in his voice before disappearing into the hustle and bustle of the village square.

At the top of the hill, a short distance away, a tiny orb of light glowed brilliantly as it hovered about the freshly moved earth.

"Miroku..." the wind seemed to whisper in a lovingly soft voice.

The gale rose, bending the blades of grass and dancing among the leaves of the trees, before catching the orb in a gentle embrace, lifting it skyward and sending it spiraling merrily off into the distance to vanish into the afternoon sunlight.
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