Summary: After Naraku's defeat, Miroku and Sango want to change his castle into a shrine. Fluff ensues, and what's up with the name of the shrine.?.. It sounds really familiar, and a line of ancestry is shown. M.S I.Ka
Author's Notes: Well, here I am with another story Laura and I wrote. This is nice, maybe a little pointless, but if you want some sweet-ness, here's the place!
EDIT: A lot, I repeat, A LOT of detail has been added to this story. Also, the grammar has been helped A LOT. I'll admit, there is still probably a lot of mistakes, but hopefully it's much easier to read. And PLEASE, if there is a side note (EX: a number in parenthesis next to a word) PLEASE scroll down to the very bottom so that you can know what I/we meant by that.
Disclaimer: We don't own Inuyasha. Must we say this? It's so depressing.
Key:
Laura played…
Miroku
Kagome
Mama
Souta
Gramps
(She really took a load)
Liz (me) played…
Sango
Inuyasha
Kaede
Ancestry
Ancestry Chapter One
Sweet songbirds chirped for the first time in ages, no longer fearing the evil half-demon Naraku that had recently been expelled from the area. The trees, it seemed, were relieved at the sun that had also started to shine again, the dark storm clouds long gone. Kagome watched the butterflies flutter peacefully from one brightly-coloured flower to the next, fighting back the temptation to stop and smell the roses, as the saying goes. She didn't want to get left behind, after all, and it seemed the rest of the group was more eager to see the inside of the massive estate.
"This is a beautiful place," Miroku said as he inspected Naraku's castle. "I could live here!" He ran his calloused fingers over the finely smoothed wood framing, careful not to poke any holes in the rice paper.
"Be my guest," Sango replied, looking around the place. "You have great taste, Miroku," she added. Walking around the rooms, she almost felt bad about tracking mud across the tatami mats that seemed brand new. Almost.
"Well, you could live her as well, Sango." Miroku turned to grin at her, only slightly perverse.
Sango smiled. "Sure. And we'll have five children—twin boys and three girls. And I'll grow a flower garden and mend socks all my life," Sango ranted, quite more sarcastic than necessary.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. The romantic tension was unbearable. He wanted to go hid in a mud hole just to secure some of his testosterone from the sappiness seeping out from the two.
"Well, since neither of us have any place to go… Maybe... this could be a shrine—a place of happiness instead of a place of fear." Miroku like the idea of becoming a Shinto Priest.
"Sure," Sango said again. "Sure." Despite her better judgement, Sango actually kind of liked the idea of living in such a lavish place.
Inuyasha rolled his amber eyes again. "Geez," he mumbled.
"Inuyasha! Be nice!" Kagome screeched. She quickly turned to face Miroku, ushering words of encouragement. "That's a great idea Miroku, I live in a shrine back home," said Kagome.
"You do Kagome?" Sango asked. "Is it fun?" Sango felt bad, because she thought she was supposed to know that Kagome resided in a shrine. Had it slipped her mind?
"It's a lot work. I mean, sweeping and cleaning—things like that. And then taking care of the plants…watering them and everything. It's just a whole bunch of work, really."
Sango sighed. She knew Miroku wasn't going to do any of that. A quick vision flashed through Sango's mind … She was happily hauling water buckets from the near-by well and spending hours watering flowers and other plants, little children's feet padding through the dampened soil… and she shuddered at the thought.
But … really … would it be that bad? Sango forcefully quelled the thought.
"Better get started," Inuyasha muttered, looking around the cryptic palace. "I think you guys might want some windows, too." He eyed the boarded up windows—light from the cheerful sun was trying so hard to work its way through the cracks in the boards, but it failed to reach very far.
Kagome looked around. "There are windows, Inuyasha!"
The hanyou rolled his eyes. "I mean ones not boarded over."
"Well, we can take the boards down," said Miroku. "It might be fun fixing the place up, you know? A new project now that the Shikon no Tama is restored."
Inuyasha grinned. "I'd be happy to help with that. Tearing things apart is my specialty."
"I think they'd look better intact," Kagome pointed out.
"Kagome, I'm not going to break the windows. I'm just going to remove the boards covering them," Inuyasha explained. He was a little short tempered at the moment and just wanted something to do to help get rid of some of the adrenalin—he was still pumped up, even after the long battle.
Miroku ignored the two bickering, going back into dream land. "I could really become a priest, and Sango—you could be a miko, a Shinto priestess," he said in a planning voice. Now that his wind tunnel had healed, it seemed so much easier planning for the future.
"Don't even think about it Miroku," Sango warned.
"Why not?" Miroku asked.
"Because I will not, I repeat not, become a priestess."
"Why? It would be perfect."
"Because I'm a demon exterminator, not a religious person," Sango muttered.
Miroku's face fell.
"Inuyasha, all I am saying is keep the windows intact!" said Kagome.
Inuyasha sighed as he pulled the boards off with ease. Soon light poured into the large room.
"You can feel free to dream, Miroku," Sango said dryly.
"I guess I just need someone to dream with," he said with a laugh, though it sounded a bit forced.
Sango rolled her eyes but smiled. "I'll be happy to help you as long as you keep you hands to yourself."
"Of course."
Miroku went off to inspect the rest of the castle.
Sango easily helped Inuyasha pry off the rest of the boards. Inuyasha brushed the dust off his hands, stepping back to look and make sure it looked better.
The room improved tenfold with more light. You could now see the intricate woodworking—very unusual, detailed pieces depicting the artist's view on how the world was created, how the demons and the humans came into existence and how at first things were peaceful, but something had caused a great rift to form between the two. It was not clear what…maybe they would need to research it more in depth.
Kagome, now in full-blown remodel mode, grabbed her big yellow bag and beckoned Inuyasha. "We need to go back to my time. We can get things for Miroku and Sango to take care of this place. I think we have better cleaning tools that will make the jobs hundreds of times easier than it has to be…"
"And I suppose you want me to carry most of it?"
"I can carry it, but since you're so strong and offered, you can!" Kagome smiled.
"Hey—wait! I didn't offer!" But Inuyasha, though he wouldn't admit it, had, in a way, offered.
Miroku looked out the newly opened windows. He could see out into a decrepit courtyard. The bushes and ponds and flower had been abandoned long ago and were just begging for release—if you looked closely you could see life forcing itself up out of the parched ground. Little seedlings and sprouts were pushing up out of the earth, wanting their own chance at a real life.
It was an absolutely amazing place and Miroku hoped Sango wouldn't mind living here with him.
"Isn't it so enchanting?" Sango had appeared next to him. "Who would've thought Naraku could live in a place like this? It's such a shame that it's fallen to pieces…"
"I must admit it looks better without being surrounded by dark clouds, but it definitely needs some work."
Sango snorted. "That's an understatement..."
"So what do you want to do here Sango?" Miroku inquired.
"I don't know, as long as I'm happy." Miroku stared at Sango's profile for a moment. He was relieved to see that at least maybe a bit of the weight of the world had been removed from her shoulders. He knew it pained her greatly to let Kohaku go, but at least he was in a better place.
"Well, it is your choice. I am sure to be busy," Miroku said, trying to lighten his own mood.
Sango leaned against him. "We'll be busy together." As much as she hated to admit it, but Sango felt like she, too, could relax a little now that Naraku was gone and her brother happy.
"How? Do you now want to be a priestess?" Miroku asked hopefully.
"No, but I'll still be by your side. I'll think about the priestess thing, but I can't make any promises. I don't want to let go of all my roots … I still want to be a demon slayer."
"You would be lovely priestess, you know… but now I need to make an alter for the fire room." Miroku wandered off.
"Do what you wish."
