I don't own Inuyasha, never did, never will. Although I would love to own a few of the characters, like Inu-no-Tashio and Sesshoumaru, I don't.
Prolog
Naraku had pulled Kagome to him in an attempt to weaken Inuyasha's defense. But Kagome was waiting for this. She pushed the purple-pink power out of her hands and straight into Naraku's chest. She saw his skin peel off, the bone, and then all the demons he was made up of were visibly going through the ashy progress of a demons' disintegration.
She pulled the jewel out of the air where his chest would have been and fused it together. A pink light flashed from the jewel rippling out as far as the eye could see. When their vision cleared Kagome had landed safely on the ground.
She looked at Inuyasha holding Kikyo's body. She felt a part of her soul starting to return. When it did Kikyo went completely limp and Inuyasha let out a blood curling howl. Kagome sighed and despite all that she dreamed of and wished for, she said, "I wish upon this Shikon-no-tama that Kikyo, sister of Keade, would be truly be alive and have her own soul. And that she might find happiness with he whom holds her heart."
The jewel flew from her hands directly over Kikyo's body, before slowly entering Kikyo's chest and a flash of pink came over Kikyo's skin. Kikyo breathed in, and Kagome walked off into the forests Feudal Japan. Miroku and Sango were too wrapped up in hugging and mourning over Kohaku, and Inuyasha and Kikyo were to into their kissing to notice. Shippo was in Kaede's village, being kept safe from this battle. So no one noticed her departure.
No one noticed, but a long past spirit that had been watching her, ever since she came to the Feudal era. It was saddened by her loss of her love, yet impressed at how she could be so selfless. It had never met nor seen such a being before. Nothing short of those that dwelled in the heaves, It wanted to give her something in return for her acts of kindness. But what would she want. He had watched her any moment possible and she only asked for her home. Truly what could one give her that wouldn't make her mad nor spoil her from being as she was now?