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There is some smut in this story, so be advised! Thank you all for being so patient with this current chapter, life took a rather, well, huge turn on my end, and honestly it took a lot to cope with it. Hopefully I'll be putting out more chapters more frequently, and the lik. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Four days had passed since the mutilated doe, four long days of weary travel, and four days of silence. Kagome had thought herself used to the silence, however with the warm body of Sesshomaru next to her she found herself longing for some kind of conversation, something to pull her out of her own musings as she put one foot in front of the other. However the stoic Daiyoukai was not one for much conversation, and each time she had opened her mouth to talk quietly to him, he gave her a glance from the corner of his eye that would freeze ice on the spot. So she walked in silence, stuck in her own brain as her eyes practically danced over their surroundings, trying to spot the danger before it spotted them.
Thankfully only two hanyous had to be dispatched in the last few days, the first one having leapt out the bushes at them in what was probably the best executed sneak attack Kagome had ever seen, she was dispatched by Sesshomaru’s claws. The second had been blocking their path, and though they had waited an hour, he showed no sign of moving. A swift and quick end was brought by Kagome’s arrow, fixated through his heart with deadly precision. Kagome found that she still hated killing them, but her instinctive reaction after that first kill was gone, and now she felt a sense of calm and clarity with their situation.
Even with the delays in travel, the two of them made excellent time, skirting larger towns in favor of the wilderness around them as to not draw too much attention to themselves. Kagome noted that with the passage of time the wilderness seemed to be reclaiming the villages, inch by inch. It had only been seven months since whatever had happened had opened the portal to hell on earth, yet already mother earth had started to reclaim her territory. In the smallest of villages, weeds began to sprout through the cracks in the sidewalks, jutting proudly against the cement barrier in a manner of defiance Kagome found inspiring. Small yards normally containing herbs, or flowers now grew in an unchecked rate, and though these faint aromatic blossoms would die in the next few weeks, they stretched their petals and vines towards the heavens, sometimes climbing up the sides of the houses they were planted next to to do so.
Each time the two travelers made camp, Kagome would always make an attempt at hunting, while Sesshomaru would sit quietly in front of the fire, his golden eyes lost in his own thoughts. At first she was furious at the Daiyoukai, he expected her to fend for herself and him? However with each passing day she realized he would not eat the food she brought back, and instead would tend to his own needs at a different time. She was curious as to what he ate, and when he even attempted to do so, for she had not seen him take a single bite of food in her lifetime, yet he never opened up about his own enigmas. Instead, she busied herself with making sure she always had enough supplies to last two days, whether that meant foraging quietly in the small shops when she could, or hunting each day. All in all it was exhausting work, yet somehow the thrill of a mission had revived what she had thought long dead in her again, her excitement.
It had been years since she had something to be even relatively excited for, something that drove and pushed her to do extraordinary feats worth that of story, and she found she reveled in it. It wasn’t the same as when she was traveling half a millennia before, and though she missed her old traveling companions, she found this journey was breathing life into her dull existence. The modern era had nothing on the fuedal era, not to say that there weren’t small things here to be excited about; the weddings of friends, new technology, the opening of the whole world at her fingertips with a small device, yet she found that it didn’t give her the same drive that saving the world did. With each passing day in this new adventure, Kagome found more and more of herself coming back to life, breathing in a transformation that had been years stalled.
Sesshomaru however with each passing day found himself being driven closer and closer to the feel of breaking of what little control he had. Seven months he had been dealing with his connection to his beast fraying, seven months he had held onto himself with an iron fist, seven months and he could feel each mile he drew closer to that accursed place breaking more and more of his self control. This was his second journey to the northern reaches of Japan, and the first had not effected him in such a way, he mused that it was probably due to the amount of time that this, whatever it was, had been going on. Though he would never admit it, the onna he was traveling with had helped him gain back some semblance of self control that he felt slipping, the fire that burned in her fueling his own to burn all the brighter. He would not be shown up by the little human, and his drive to keep the facade he always held in place helping him cope with the control he felt fraying.
This day was much like the previous four, both rising at dawn and packing up their camp, burying the ashes of the small fire while she packed her bedroll, and soon their feet were once again underway. She would never know it, but he enjoyed a break in the solitude that had become his life, especially since she truly understood what he was capable of, having a deep intimate knowledge and first hand experience to draw upon in such matters. She treated him with the same wary respect his underlings had centuries ago, and it fueled his sense of purpose and power, to have the reminder that he could end her miserably short life with one flick of his claws. Such things should have been below him, but with the current era of hiding his true nature, he found the reminder acted like water on parched soil, his ego absorbing each murmured word of deference she could give.
Kagome found that their routine had begun to feel natural, the space between them respectful yet close, and it seemed while she guarded his back, he also guarded hers, and they had fallen into a companionable silence. She missed the conversation, but to be near another living being that wasn’t trying to kill her was a welcome reprieve, even if it meant the silence continued. If she were to be honest with herself, her heart was begging to hear what had happened to the rest of her family, hell it was begging to just to hear the sound of his voice again, even if it meant he was scolding her for making too much noise.
“Sesshomaru-Sama?” she started softly, her voice barely a whisper as she kept her eyes on the path in front of her.
“Hn” came the equally soft reply, his eyes scanning the surroundings as they walked.
“Do you know what happened to Miroku and Sango?” The question was tentative on her lips, as if she were unsure of whether or not she wanted to know the answer. She knew that they were human, and that they would age and die as she would, and she knew that Sesshomaru despised humans, yet part of her wanted to know their outcome. Did Miroku ever stop being a perv and actually manage to wed Sango like he had always claimed he wanted? Or was it the war induced love, one that would fade with time as so many others had? Hearing a deep breath from the Inu in front of her, she watched as his lips opened to tell their story, and soon found herself lost in his voice.

Four years had passed since the Miko’s sudden disappearance, her light gone from the group that had spent years traveling with her, and loving her in their own unique way. The day she disappeared Sango was a mess, crying hysterically against the well as she pleaded with the gods to bring back her friend, her sister, to her once more. Inuyasha was a wreck, numb most of the time, howling rages the rest, and though he should have been acting alpha, it became very clear that Kagome was the true alpha of their little ragtag pack. For the first few months the little group had tried to find a way to re-open the well, traveling for weeks just to speak to a monk, or a miko, once even a demon sorceress, just to see if someone could. After six months of movement it became clear Kagome was lost to them, lost to the will of time.
Inuyasha and Shippou returned to Edo, and though the inu was moody at the best of times, he did try in his own way to be the surrogate father to the young pup, as Kagome had been his mother. However Shippou found Inuyasha was elsewhere, his mind gone to the futuristic miko that was once his mother, and soon Shippou began making his own way. Sango could not stay in Edo, though she tried, and instead after a year left to go rebuild her village, her people, though hopefully not having to serve the same function as they once did. Though she still hunted the occasional demon, more and more she found that she was becoming a liaison of sorts between Youkai and human kind, settling disputes over territory, rights, and helping the humans try to cohabitate with their fellow habitants. It was extremely slow going at first, most humans didn’t want to listen, and youkai were as equally stubborn when it came to the “lesser species”.
After a year on her own, Miroku joined her, surprising her in the small demon slayer village she had called home her entire life. In that year he had traveled, trying to once again claim his old life, to find a purpose to drive him forward, to give him a goal to work towards. However after a few months it became apparent that he was not just in lust with the demon slayer, but truly loved her. Her fire, her spirit, her determination and her loyalty had ingrained deep into his soul, and he found himself missing her in ways that he never knew he could miss another human being. His lecherous ways were mostly forgotten, though the monk was still a flirt down to his core, he no longer tried to get into the sack with every attractive woman he saw.
The day he arrived Sango was hard at work, repairing the huts that could be repaired, the village really starting to look like its former self, strong and proud from generations of loving residents, even if she were the only one residing there. When he arrived, she expected the usual platitudes of her beauty and the corny one off’s he used to give, but instead he enveloped her in a deep hug, stating how he had missed her so. Those first few days could be described as mouse watching a snake, waiting for it to strike with its usual venom, his venom being his straying hand, yet day after day she was surprised when he instead rolled up his sleeves and helped her rebuild.
What she didn’t know was that he had been recruiting new inhabitants as he had been traveling towards her, speaking of her village as a storyteller would describe a mystical land, filling the people around him with the yearning to go see the village of the famed demon slayers. After the first week of his arrival, people began showing up, first one by one, then in droves, and within the next three years the village was full to bursting, the walls having to be extended outward twice in those three years. Sango could only remember the walls being extended twice in its history, now twice in three years was something she almost had trouble wrapping her head around. The people that moved to her village brought life back into her once secretive home, opening trade and commerce, most if not all wanting to be trained in the arts of the demon slayers. It was as if her whole village had come back to her, and she felt the renewed sense of purpose that her life once had. Four short years, and now she had a home again, a people again, and a path in life again, things she thought she would never see.
“Sango, I have a question for you” came the smooth voice of Miroku, interrupting her morning thoughts as she gazed over the bustling village, her eyes shining with pride. Over the years Miroku had matured, still flirtatious by nature, but his wandering hands and foul mouth had been curbed to make him a respectable human being. He was her best friend, her companion, and she found that over the years she truly in her own way loved him, though she would never admit to such feelings to him, she was still never sure how he would take it.
“Yes Miroku?” she answered softly, her arms crossed under her breasts as she watched over the village, her eyes refusing to look at him. Over the past few months she had found her breath growing shorty at his handsome appearance, her mind lost in the muddled what ifs, instead of what was actually there. She hoped, and it hurt her to hope, she had lost too much, her heart ached too much, and so she distanced herself emotionally. Part of her thought he would have settled and married by now, and had three kids running at his heels, so it always was a shock to her when he consistently rebuffed the advances of the younger women who had moved to her village.
“Would you care to join me for lunch today? I will pack a picnic, and we can enjoy the lake before tackling the issue of the fields again,” he stated softly, his eyes on her, watching her ponder his question. In truth he wanted this day to happen a long time ago, but it became apparent that she was not ready, and him asking would only end in their tenuous friendship. However he had made it clear to the other women that he did not want them, and instead had immersed himself in the work this village provided, helping his best friend rebuild her family home. Quite by accident he had been elevated to a level of command and respect, second only to the woman next to him, and though he found the work rewarding and challenging, he always deferred to her when it came to rules and issues within their village.
“Yes,” came the faintest whisper, as if she were afraid of her own answer, “that actually sounds quite lovely, and I could use a break from the work.” Her voice had gained momentum and strength as she had gone on, nodding her head at the end as if it were as simple as that. However her heart beat rapidly in her chest, her brain chasing thoughts as fast as the eagle could fly, and it was only her outward appearance that remained calm. With a deep bow, Miroku left, a large boyish grin plastered over his features as he planned out the lunch with hopefully, his soon to be life companion. Sango stood out a bit longer, wondering if this was just a lunch between friends, or if there was more to it that she hadn’t seen yet.
A few hours later found the two walking side by side, a large basket in the crook of Miroku’s elbow, their conversation light and easy as they traversed the small path to the lake near her familial home. It was a beautiful sight this time of year, the water clear and blue, the trees heavy with leaves, casting shade on the long soft grass that looked so inviting. Once Miroku had reached their small clearing, secluded enough that a random passerby would not notice them, but open enough to get a beautiful view of the lake under the shade of the tree did he stop, setting down the basket on the grass. Sango was awed at his gentlemanly behaviour, holding out a hand for her to wait as he reached inside the large basket and withdrew a red and white checkered cloth.
At the sight of the picnic cloth, her throat tightened considerably, tears springing forth to her eyes. This was Kagome’s, used often by the two girls when they wanted to just “get away” from the boys so to speak, and she found memories of her lost sister rushing to the forefront of her mind. As if sensing her distress, a warm hand closed over hers, Miroku’s strong fingers grasping hers in reassurance.
“I thought maybe today we could have a little picnic in honor of our lost friend” he said softly, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He missed his friend, and though he knew Sango had been hit harder by her disappearance, he knew that his own heart would never heal from the sudden loss. When he had returned to Edo with the others, he found in Kaede’s hut a small box of her things that were left behind when she left, and though he knew the others would be upset, he took this checkered cloth, wanting to have it as something to remember the young miko by. There were nights when he just wrapped it around his shoulders, his knees drawn up to his chest as he cried for the loss of his friend, feeling as though with that little bit of cloth a bit of her were with him still. Now it served another purpose, for even though he had wished his friend could be there to see this, this was the closest he could manage.
Soon each cleared their throats, and Miroku began the task of setting out their lunch, laying it out on the cloth with slightly shaking hands. To say he was nervous was an understatement, but he hoped the shake would be misinterpreted as the sorrow that neither of them got over, Kagome. Within a few minutes though, each were sitting across from the other, eating happily whilst talking to each other with familiar ease, the hurt of loss settled back into its assigned place in their hearts. As each minute went by, his nervousness abated, and he found himself falling into easy conversation with his best friend. All too soon the food had been consumed, and the plates and bowls put back in the basket, where they belonged, neatly tucked off to the side as the two sat in a companionable silence, looking out over the crystalline water.
“Sango?” Miroku cursed himself slightly, his voice was not as strong as he had hoped it would be, but he had finally worked up the courage to speak what was on his heart.
“Yes?” Sango’s murmured reply came through the thick voice of contentment, her eyes hooded as she gazed out over the water. He was entranced by her, his eyes locked on her sharp features as she lost herself in their surroundings. She was the most beautiful creature alive to him, and at that moment his breath was stolen away by the woman at his side, causing him to take a moment or two to regain his thought process.
“We’ve been companions for what, seven years now?” Thankfully his voice was stronger this time, his eyes still glued to her features. At her nod, he smiled, bracing himself to continue the rehearsed lines in his head, his whole life riding on this very moment. “You are my best friend, the only person that I would give anything for, without hesitation and without question. You have done amazing feats, slain one of the most evil and corrupt hanyous of all time, befriended a miko from the future with contradictory beliefs to your own, befriended a lowly pervy monk.” His voice wavered at this, he considered her friendship the best thing that had happened in his life, next to removing the wind tunnel in his hand, and he feared losing it most of all. Her eyes slowly broke from the serene gaze she had been giving the horizon, her eyes shakily coming up to meet his as he braced himself for the next few sentences. Right here, right now his future was to be decided, and he hoped against all odds that it would go the way he wanted. “You are the one and only woman in my life that I will ever desire, ever need, the one woman who could tell me to jump, and I’d ask her how high. Sango we have been through the roughest times imaginable together, and some of the best, and I would be honored, and consider myself a very lucky man, if you chose to spend the rest of your life sharing those times with me. Sango, will you do the honor, of being my one and only, my wife?”
Time seemed to stretch on for eternity, her eyes widening with each word til it seemed they could contain the shock no longer, as her mouth had decided to join the party. One of her strong hands came up and gently covered her lips, her fingers parting as she studied him, all of him, from his nervous smile, down to his feet that were crossed over the edge of the blanket. Her initial reaction was to scoff, these were words she had heard him ply on young women before, yet this time she could hear the sincerity of his words, the true desire in his voice for just her. She had hoped for this moment, wanted it so desperately, and now that it was in front of her, she found herself dumbstruck by the intensity of it, and her strangled voice could only murmur a single word in response.
“Yes.” One word, one word from her rosy lips and his world spun all the faster, his heart did leaps of joy and he found the goofy grin on his face plastered in place, the corners of his lips desperately trying to reach his ears in their joy. Without a single word, he reached forward and pulled down her fingers, planting his lips on hers in the softest chasest kiss he could manage, his heart soaring at the feel of her skin on his. She said yes! She actually said yes! His brain was gone with processing that joyous news, leaving his body to its own devices much against his better judgement.
As he leaned back to pull away from the kiss, her hand shot up and pulled him in deeper, her tongue gently running against his lips to taste him further, his eyes hooding closed as he opened his mouth for her exploration. Their tongues battled, caressed, explored each other as he felt himself lean further into her, his hand coming up to entangle his fingers in her silky hair, pulling her closer to him, or him closer to her, he couldn’t really tell at the moment. Sango could feel the stirrings of arousal starting deep within her, and for once she didn’t ignore them, but instead pulled him closer, urging them on in a manner that was very different from her normal self. When a low groan escaped his throat, she felt a sharp tightening, her legs rubbing together to ease a bit of the friction that was building betwixt them. With a gasp he pulled away finally, his eyes hooded in lust as he gazed at her, his hand never leaving her hair.
“Sango my love, if we continue like this I am not sure I’ll be able to stop..” his words were cut off abruptly as she pulled him back into the searing kiss, causing him to lose his balance and topple over her, his entire weight braced on his elbows as his lips locked with hers. She tasted like the sweetest nectar, and he wanted to taste every inch of her, and it seemed like she wanted him in the same way, her body arching up into his as he groaned softly. Repositioning himself against her, he slowly ran his fingers of one hand down her body, feeling her feminine curves underneath the layers of bulky fabric hiding her from him.
Sango was lost, everything she wanted, everything she needed, was right here being offered on a silver platter, and yet he was being...so...gentle...and so slow, that she felt that the fire within her was going to consume her alive. With a low growl, she rolled him over to his back, breaking the kiss and sitting up on her knees, which now straddled his hips. She wanted to see him, see all of him, and the gods be damned she was going to get what her body and heart desired. She had waited two years for him, hoped for two years, and now here he was, and he was being damnably patient about everything, and for once she found herself the impatient one. Today she would show him how much she wanted him, and finally get what her heart craved, and by the look in his eyes, what he craved as well. Her nimble fingers made short work of his clothing, the bunching of fabric at his waist the only thing covering him from her sight now, her eyes hooded and lusty, which was only surging his desire straight downwards.
Leaning down she began to place hungry kisses over his skin, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, one of his hands gripping her hip hungrily, the other on the back of her head, resting so gently it felt as if he were afraid to let go. In his brain he kept telling himself this was happening, that this wasn’t a fantasy and his wildest dream was straddling atop his thighs, her heated core pressing against his, only a few layers of clothing separating them. Before he had time to process, she had him fully exposed to her, her knees now between his legs as she took a good hard look at his jutting erection, the dark purple head weeping with hunger for the woman who sat with him. Licking her lips, she leaned down and gave the smallest of licks, feeling the way his hips bucked and relishing in the sound of his soft gasp, his eyes hooding closed. Slowly she took him in hand, enjoying the rigid organ as she studied his reactions, watching his face as she explored every inch of his manhood.
Miroku could feel his control slipping, his whole body aching to feel more of her touch against him, her soft caresses against his member only fueling his desire for more. With a small mischievous smile, she tilted her head a bit and slowly ran her tongue up from the base of his shaft, her nose buried in his curls, until she flicked the very tip. The deep throaty moan that awarded her actions spurred her to do it again, watching as his eyes sprang open and stared down at her in disbelief. His eyes, his dark purple eyes stared at her with such open hunger that she found her legs quivering in excitement, and with a smile she took him into her mouth. The strangled cry that rewarded her ears only fueled her to do more, to take more of him into her mouth as his fingers threaded into her hair, his hips spasming as they tried to not buck into her mouth.
Slowly she dragged her lips down, then back up his shaft, relishing in each little moan and shudder she pulled from him, savoring the muskiness that was his scent and the way his fingers tightened in her hair as she began to pick up the pace. She soon had found her rythm, and began to suck on him in earnest, her eyes fluttering up to his face every now and then to watch him come undone from her ministrations. She may have been a virgin, but she was not innocent, and she was proving that one bob of her head at a time, unraveling the man under her with relative ease. Miroku was lost, his mind cast far off as he sank deeper into the pleasure she gave him, his body starting its, unfortunately, quick climb to climax, his brain shut down of all other thought. Soon his hips began to buck with her mouth, his voice lost as his brain screamed to warn her of his impending release, and with a shout of her name he felt himself erupt into her mouth.
As he came down from the high, he chanced a glance at the woman before him, his eyes clearing as he watched her lick her lips, sitting up with a smug satisfied expression on her face. With a low growl, he sat up and flipped her over, untying her obi with haste, almost ripping her clothing off to see his future bride in her glory. As soon as the layers were parted, and her creamy skin was revealed to him, he sat back on his heels and admired the view, drinking in her visage like a man dying of thirst. With a small smile he leaned over her, his lips leaving feather like kisses over her skin, starting at her neck and working his way down. He traced her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, over her navel and down each one of her legs, purposely ignoring those areas she wanted him the most. Her mewling cries sounded like heaven to his ears, and when her whimpers could be akin to begging did he make his way back up her body, slowly trailing firmer kisses until he reached her breasts. Palming the left one in his hand, he slowly traced her areola with his tongue, feeling her hiss in anticipation as he let his thumb swipe over the nipple of the other breast.
As soon as his lips closed on the nipple in question, she let out a strangled cry, the fingers of his other hand slowly rolling the stiff peak between his thumb and finger, causing her to arch towards him. He was going to claim her today, even if not fully, enough to where when she thought of pleasure she only thought of him. Switching breasts, he made sure to give the other nipple equal treatment, feeling her writhe beneath him with the growing pleasure that was coiling in her abdomen. Never before had he taken such time with a woman, and he wanted to make the most out of each minute with his precious Sango.
Sango herself was lost to him, completely taken aback by his thorough perusal of her body and then his lips and fingers, never knowing that such pleasure could be wrought by another human being. Soon his lips had left her nipple, traveling down her navel until they reached the apex of her thighs, a small patch of curls shining damply with arousal. She looked down in time to see him take a deep breath of her scent, savoring it like it was the best meal he was about to eat, before leaning down and giving her slit a long lick with the flat of his tongue, flicking her clit with the tip. With a shuddering cry she fell back, lost to him as he explored all of her with his tongue, paying special heed to the bundle of nerves that brought so much intense pleasure. She felt one of his fingers running along her outer lips, teasing her entrance as it gathered moisture before slowly pushing inside, her back arching at the intrusion.
By the gods she was tight, Miroku thought to himself, his finger slowly pumping in and out of her tight channel, his tongue focused solely on her clit now, watching her tremble beneath him. Soon a second finger joined the first, and he watched as she keened loudly, her legs shaking and her head thrown back, both hands braced on his head as he brought her the best high of her life. Smiling to himself, he locked his lips around her most sensitive bud, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, and was rewarded with her coming undone, shrieking his name into the foliage of the trees above. Releasing her slowly, he pulled his fingers out and one by one, sucked them clean in front of her, savoring her taste upon them as he relished the day he would fully claim her as his wife.
She felt the warmth of his body leave her legs, and resume its spot at her side, her body turning to rest her head on his shoulder, comfortably ensconced in his arms. There were no words spoken, none needed as she cuddled to her now fiance, a small contented smile on her face, matching the one Miroku now wore.
Withe one last amusing thought, Miroku thought of how Kagome had been there in spirit, and he thanked Kami she wasn’t here in the flesh, and for that lovely checkered blanket she had left.

“The Monk and Demon Slayer were married about four and a half years after your departure, and had many offspring. As far as I know their line still exists today” Sesshomaru stated simply, looking over at the smile on Kagome’s face. She was truly glad they had finally admitted to the love both of them felt for one another, and she felt that their ending was truly a happy one.
“Good, I’m glad they ended up happy.” The statement was simple, but heartfelt, and once again Sesshomaru found himself surprised by the little onna next to him, such a simple statement had a profound effect on her psyche. Her steps seemed lighter, and she seemed far more at ease than she had not thirty seconds prior, and he found that he was enjoying this happier version of the little Miko. It was a good thing she had not asked about Inuyasha, because as much as he was loathe to admit it, he enjoyed this happy onna.
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