Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

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When she first met him, she was rather repulsed by the elderly demon's wrinkly, shriveled features and his raspy, half-coherent ramblings. The guy was skeletal, partly balding, suffering from dandruff, and selectively senile. His tongue also disgusted her. It was like a frog's, almost, yet prehensile, and thankfully she only ever saw him use it once to grab at a piece of meat roasting over a fire three feet away from him and swallow the entire thing whole. Ugh. The only thing she ever found useful about him (forget about attractive) was the fact that he fixed Inuyasha's swords a lot.

That was fifty or more years ago, though. Sango was a lonely old woman at this point. When she finally met him again for the first time in decades she didn't recognise him. He was still a aging male creature, but she'd gone senile or something, so when he started hitting on her, talkin' about wanting some human booty, she giggled and couldn't say no. Especially once he showed her what he could do with that tongue of his.

Sango was happy. She hadn't gotten laid in a long time.