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Chapter 1

It was all a dream.

It had to be a dream.

Inuyasha stood with his arm around Kagome's waist. Shippo was curled up next to Kirara. Miroku sat in the grass with Sango.

There was a gorgeous pinkish-purple light surrounding them where they stood.

It was all done.

They had come such a long way. All those years, miles. Every drop of sweat, blood, and tears. It was all for one tiny thing.

The jewel was complete.

Naraku was gone.

It was one of those moments where everything's frozen. You're content enough to just stand there and look on as time stands still for you.

It didn't matter that they all smelled funny, or looked horrible. All that mattered was that they were together, and had done it together.

With eyes cast downward, everyone took a long look at themselves, and at each other.

Inuyasha was beaten up pretty bad. Pieces of his cloak were missing. A large gash ran across his chest, he had blood and dirt smudged on his face, a cut on his left ear. Tetsusaiga stay at his side still transformed. His chest was heaving.

Kagome could honestly say she ruined one nice uniform. Her left sleeve was completely gone, exposing the many cuts on her arm, a large bruise was already forming down her side, made visible but her torn shirt. Her bow lay broken in half.

Shippo and Kirara looked liked balls of fur, mud and blood. Both had given the cause everything they had, and then some. Shippo had blood streaming down the side of his face, Kirara had what looked like a deep wound to the belly.

Miroku had the lower half of both robes missing, exposing his black pants underneath. His hair had leaves and mud in it, his ponytail was undone. A bruise to his cheek, a broken rosary dangled between his fingers, beads falling to the ground.

Sango's outfit had various rips and tears, one on her upper right thigh, exposing bloodied flesh beneath, blood dripping into grass. Blood across her mouth, a wound to her belly, numerous gashes across her arms and most likely a broken elbow.

Kagome sighed.

Inuyasha's ears twitched.

Kirara mewed.

Shippo nuzzled.

Miroku smiled down at Sango.

She smiled back.

An all was perfect at that moment.

Miroku was going to tell her how he felt. It was killing him inside.

He smiled.

Her eyes grew wide.

He inhaled deeply.

"I-"

He was interrupted by a loud booming cough. Miroku scowled up at Inuyasha. How could Inuyasha ruin his perfect chance?

Inuyasha wasn't coughing.

Up, on the peak of the small hill, a man.

The man whom Naraku stole his form.

The evil soul had been purged.

The man remained.