Summary of Entire Story

The final battle with Naraku came to an end. All lives were lost except for the two girls who escaped their faith. Kagome, pushed into the Bone Eater's Well by Inuyasha before the battle, mourns over the fact that she is unable to go back to the past to help her friends. Sango, nearly dead at the battle sight, was revived and sent into... Kagome's era? There she meets someone who reminds her a lot of the monk of her time.

His name was Daisuke. Starting his third and final year at Sakura-Ga-Oka High School has a very rough fresh start. Then he meets Sango.

It wasn't a mere luck for Sango to start for a new life. Someone's after the secret only a demon slayer should know and is vowed to keep that secret even if it means death. But... has Sango given up the life of a demon slayer to begin a new?

Chapter 1: Miroku

Nothing. Nothing, except for the unremitting sound of silence.

However, the anticipated calmness soon crumbled under the thick air of the scene. Strained and ragged, it rang out into the night as the culmination of pain, terror, and utter despair.

One battle that had determined the future of demon and man-kind alike. A roar of combat had echoed like thunder.

Standing in the midst were the two demons... half demons whom started the cause of bloodshed. Allies fallen and none too well to stand. Death was a sure coming of what was to happen next. Both lives lost and the jewel they fought for scattered through the country like the broken dream it was.

Having watched this battle was painful. The demon slayer lumped over her lover's body, waiting for death to come.

The will of living from such a strong person as she, left. Everyone she cared for gone in a battle to save humanity. It all happened so suddenly that she was unable to acknowledge any chance of life she could simply obtain.

"Naraku!" shouted the irritable half-demon.

If only Inuyasha hadn't rushed in to save Kagome. He would still be alive instead of allowing the beloved priestess and best friend of hers to suffer the assumptions of what fate fell upon her friends.

Near her time, a figure, engulfed in shadow, appeared on the edge of her vision and caught her attention. Though she couldn't make out most of its features, the halo of the moonlight's gleam managed to reveal a mass of light hair and two piercing black orbs —distant and calculating. Although all other features were indistinct, she somehow knew it was a young man tucked away in the shadows. Was this the grim reaper? It must have been... She didn't have her life flash before her eyes, and she didn't count the infinite regrets and what ifs. She only vaguely regarded the lonely eyes before her.

The darkness consumed her.

The shadow observed the demon slayer in quiet determination. He carefully brought this woman back to life with a few simple incantations and tossed a quick glance over his shoulder. The light of the coming dawn played across his facial features with a soft grey shine.

Turning back swiftly, he focused his attention to the mass of energy he now created right before him. He sighed heavily. As though strengthening his resolve, he extended a closed fist toward the location of energy and pushed through. He met no resistance. Now to stand at the barrier between worlds, the woman who would be needed, that hidden smirk had only widened.

The game of chess was about to begin.

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Just further ahead. Past the thick trees of an ever growing forest and right at the base where the river touches the soft land texture. A conversation is heard as the sunsets beneath its hiding place right at the tip of the colors. A promise was made as their shadows intertwine. Now the light of the sun finds itself at darkness' footsteps becoming its moon. It was just something expected. Something to have been lost in memories just lurking through the mind, waiting to be reminisced.

It bothered the mind, entering through the dreams of many. Waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night and looking out the window as the light of the moon reflects right into those lost eyes. Look away to remember the images of a past that was once forgotten. With a sigh, the nostalgic feeling lessens its grip and allows another dream to overcome its path. Although it lingers in the air as the white foggy mist too thick to banish. Waiting for another way to bring pain to the heart.

"A dream—nothing more," he whispered.

He tried to sleep once more.

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The sun burned into his closed eyes. That stupid curtain had a crack, which now filled with the rays of light. He pulled his covers over his face and slowly, his eyelids fluttered open revealing a violet calm color. Another day. Nothing new.

Off his bed and to the mirror, his black messy hair untamed. Then as he closed his eyes to think, a loud obnoxious voice and someone entering his room entered the seen. "Dai! Hurry up! You'll be late for the train!" That was little Tatsuyoshi. He slams the door and the newly awoken man flinches. He pulled his hair after a stroke of the brush and tied it back, swaying the little dragon tail of hair he now had. He looked back at his mirror realizing what today was. It brought a sigh.

Downstairs, echoing noises filled the many halls of such a small place. The Souryo household was very much alive.

"Waah! Amane-chan! Daisuke hit me!!!"

A young boy, about the age of fifteen, hid behind his sister. Another boy, about eighteen, turned the corner. He was tall and lean, yet muscular, with an almost luminescent glow to his ivory skin, and his neat black hair moved as his calm violet eyes searched for his brother. He jerked his head towards his sister's direction and glared at the little boy who was teasing him from behind the safety of his older sister

Daisuke didn't get the chance to react before his sister sent a blow on his head. "Honestly, you're a senior? You act as though you're only seven!" she scolded. Daisuke did his best to ignore Tatsuyoshi's snickering while he willed away the gray spots from his vision. His face marred with a scowl but it was quickly replaced by an inconspicuous smirk. Tatsuyoshi was given the same treatment of what he received with a lecture to boot.

She looked up at her other sibling, "You need to grow up, Dai..." Daisuke turned his features into a sheepish grin, similar to a particular ancestor... placing his hand on his chest and feigning hurt, "How can you say that Ama-chan? I'm positive when I looked into the mirror this morning, I am very grown as of now." It was true. He had grown several inches during the summer. Amane shook her head and pointed to the stairs. "Hurry and catch your train..." Daisuke didn't object and was out of sight. Tatsuyoshi followed and he was gone, too. Amane sighed, "Those two are such a handful…" She glanced over to a picture on the mantle piece above the fireplace, sadness visible in her eyes. "They really do act like father sometimes." A laugh was followed. "Hopefully Daisuke isn't the lecher dad was..."

The wind had changed directions and there was an autumnal feel to the air. He took a deep breath and tasted the crisp, clean air. He removed strands of hair away from his violet calm eyes, the earrings he wore rattled when he had come to a stop. He had made it to the train just in time.

A yawn escaped his mouth. Another restless night. In the beginning, it had merely been a brief flash of images of a forest, without sound or feeling. However, it steadily grew, and each time he'd attempt to pick through the fragments to gain some sort of understanding, but the attempts were futile. He never understood how important this promise was if it kept distrubing him in the first place. He had discuss this with his sister already. She had concluded that it was probably a past life's experience which enter through dreams giving the descendant no inclination of what it means. They are descendants of a great monk by the name of Miatsu known to have possessed an air void in his right hand cursed from an evil demon of legends. So it might be from maybe one of the holy monks of the family for it to pierce through the generations.

But enough with dreams and family history. Today was a new semester. A new start.

The train stopped at Shibuya Station. Students of different uniforms quickly dashed out of the train as soon as those two sliding doors opened heading toward their destination. As for Daisuke, he took his time getting to school. Uniforms… the dreaded outfit no student loved to wear. As far as vanity goes, Daisuke felt rather dashing in his uniform. A nice midnight blue dress coat with the crest bearing Sakura-Ga-Oka, matching dress pants, dress shoes, a white dress shirt and black tie. It just made him feel so... mature, maybe? Not only did he love his fall and winter uniform, the girls' uniform of his school was something to boast about. A nice mini skirt with a sailor top tight enough to crop the figure of a lady. It was so... delightful. He blinked and shook his head. How could he be thinking such inconsiderate thoughts? Ever since he turned fifteen, he had been meeting unusual situations of profanity which he did not take so lightly. Now he was labeled as a pervert. Hopefully this year was different, yes?

The atmosphere around the school had changed.

It was cold.

Daisuke felt the ignorance of almost every girl in the school. Did his reputation slip that badly? A few girls had went up to him and smacked him across the face. He gingerly touched the scorching red mark on his face. Apparently, this upcoming year was going to be the same. This was not how he planned the first day to be.

"Hey!!! Inuyasha-san is fighting with Koga-san again!"

A fight? How can... He pondered. There was no time for thinking but running to where his friend was.

Inuyasha was the nickname given to his best friend, Ichimura Tetsunosuke. He wasn't sure why but ever since his class had learned about the legend of the Dog Demon and his sons, Inuyasha stuck to Tetsu-kun. It was fitting for him seeing Tetsu had silver hair and the attitude of a dog. The same went for Akki Shiroumaru, a.k.a. Koga. Koga was the co-captain of the track team and always had a bone to pick with Inuyasha.

"Come on, mutt! Is that the best you got!?"

Koga was egging Inuyasha on. How typical.

"Shut up flea bag and hold still and fight me!!!"

Punches thrown this way and that. A few kicks were sent in then both boys were grabbed from the collars by none other than their home room teacher.

"Takahata-sensei!" They both yelled in sync. Known as Death Specs, he quickly put the boys to silence. "It's the first day of school guys... and both of you haven't changed a bit..." He chuckled softly, his aging features of man just about in his mid-thirties smiled.

Daisuke made his way to Inuyasha's side once he was put down after Takahata's lecture. Koga was looking their way with growl. "You just got lucky, mutt!" He wasn't about to give up.

Inuyasha was about to start up the fight again with Daisuke trying to hold him back when a voice interpret the tumult.

"Unfortunately for you, Akki-san... you're the unlucky one..."

The three boys turned to face Hiei, captain of the track team and his close companion, Minamo Shuuichi, class representative. Koga's eyes widened and scowled. "Hiei-dono! What do you want?!" It was a question one shouldn't ask to a rather fierce boy such as Hiei. Hiei glared at his rival for the attitude he received. "Your act on the first day is going to cost you the first meet of the season... and don't bother showing up to practice if you can't even control yourself outside of the track." It was enough for Koga to send death glares to Inuyasha and storm off. "You're gonna get it next time, mutt!" he claimed. He ran after the distant boys trying to reason with the rather... short fellow.

"Yeah, ya bastard?! Well-!" Inuyasha was cut short by the bell.

Daisuke sighed, "Let it go..."

So much for a new start...

Everywhere he turned, he was getting slapped or in trouble for things he hadn't caused.

The day was dull and it was his last period before the bell. His mind was somewhere else, looking out the window with not much attention to the history lesson.

"Well the story about the Shikon no Tama had started out with Inuyasha, the Great Dog Demon's son if you all remember." Some snickers went to an absent (actually ditching) chair where Tetsunosuke was to be seated. "After a mysterious girl appeared, the jewel shattered, the two set out to find the missing shards and meet up with a fox demon, a lecherous monk (all eyes were now on Daisuke; it had also caught his attention) and a demon slayer and her cat demon companion." The lesson went on… and on… and on… and on… After fifty-seven long minutes of a pointless lesson on legends and such, the bell rang meaning the day was finally over.

Leaving the room, shouts of "Houshi-san!!" were sent his direction and apparently the name soon stuck to him. He allowed it to show he was not offended by a mere name. In fact, he thought the monk was an interesting fellow. Too bad he had met his death with his lover. What a way to go. Anyways, his family did own the Souryo Shrine and Dojo. It was fitting to be called a monk.

Daisuke sighed as the sun began to set over the city. His mind was wandering again.

"Dai? Yo Dai! Earth to Dai!" Inuyasha huffed when he realized that, for the first time, his friend had no idea that he even had existed.

"Huh? Oh, sorry Tetsu," Daisuke said, shaking his head to bring himself back to reality. "I'm just a little tired," he offered in a half-hearted explanation. He had zoned out all together, finally realizing that his friend was with him at the moment. "I think I'm late for the train. In fact, I'm just going to cut through the park."

"Feh. Whatever..." Inuyasha said, rolling his eyes. "It's getting late. Be careful, the park's dangerous at night."

"I'll be fine. I'll be home before it gets completely dark."

Inuyasha sighed, knowing it was completely useless to argue with Daisuke once he had set his mind to something. Somehow it just made him proud; it reminded him a lot about someone he knew. He wondered who. "I'll see you later."

"See you then," Daisuke replied cheerfully over his shoulder; he was already headed into the park. He normally wouldn't come through the area this close to dark, but he really was anxious to get home and could save a good ten minutes by coming this way.

He almost instantly regretted his decision, though, when he came upon a section of his route that took him past the woods and through a rather remote area of the park. His body tensed just a bit (hey, even he could get anxious in a place like this) and he hesitated a moment to continue on his path. Ok... What's up, Dai? he inwardly berated himself before moving on twice as quickly as before, completely unaware of what caused him to trip all of a sudden. He fell completely on his face.

The first thing Daisuke noticed, as his awareness slowly returned to him, was not the deadly silence that filled the glade he occupied, nor the nauseating migraine steadily creeping its way in on him. It wasn't the extreme discomfort of dust up his nose. It was the extreme discomfort of his position. He was on his stomach but on top of a young unconscious beautiful girl. He tried to utter a word but there was no sound or verbal way to help his situation. Daisuke sat up looking at the girl's face with such admiration until he noticed the dry blood across her abdomen. This brought him back to the real world. She needed help.

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"He's over here! I know it for sure!" the half-breed yelled. "Naraku! You bastard!!! Show yourself!!!"

She made her way through the thick foliage of forest, closely following the demon she had befriended about a year and half ago. Her other companions right beside her. They came to view of the foe in a vast clearing close to the Bone Eater's Well. The half-demon drawing his sword taking first defense at the sight of her best friend in the hands of their threat.

"NARAKU!"

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Slowly, sound trickled in through the shroud of numbness that enveloped Sango's senses and tickled her awareness back to life. She still felt hazy, and her head pounded mercilessly, making her nauseous and dizzy. Her mind emerged from its stupor and etched over the possibilities of her situation. She had been fighting Naraku with the others, but everyone died then there was... a man? The grim reaper? Am I dead?

Another brief surge of pain ripped through her head and completely dispelled the notion. No, she would have to feel much better to die. But where was she? She felt the presence of someone next to her, and thought it best for the moment to remain still, at least until she could communicate.

Daisuke loomed over the injured slayer with a look of mild curiosity written on his face. She was unusual, he thought as he checked to see if her bandages needed changing. It looked like a small wound when he had seen it first but it seemed someone had already tried to treat her wound. She certainly wasn't from around here. A foreigner maybe? No... she was Japanese. He and Amane had worked with his older brother Ryuya (he ran the Souryo Shrine) to wrap the woman's wounds. As it was, it had been about 4 hours since he had gotten home. He sighed. He casted a sideways glance to the woman who seemed about the same age as he was, examining the various wounds on her body—some old, some new, and silently, he wished he could do more for her. Whatever had gotten a hold of her must have been particularly nasty to leave injuries as severe as hers. A yakuza problem, maybe? No...

Then again... she had been packing enough blades and poison bombs to supply a whole town. They were ancient weapons but still... He sighed as he turned toward his supplies, his thoughts on the yakuza making him suddenly very glad they'd had the foresight to disarm their guest before treating her. It was a scary thing but hey, she was injured.

He froze when he felt the girl's muscles tense under his touch. He blinked in speculation—was she awake? Well it was best to try. "Hey-"

That voice... no... it couldn't be him. Tears flowed from her eyes before they even thought to open. Sitting straight up in the bed before she could even realize where she was and what she might face. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she fought to choke down the scream that hung in her throat as she realized she was, in fact, she was alive staring at a somewhat different loved one.

She hesitated. Trying to test if this was a dream. She felt pain and her body ached. She was alive but the man before her with the same calm violet eyes as he...

"M-Miroku-sama?" she uttered to say.

The monk...? Me...? He asked himself but something was wrong with this picture. The girl was crying?! What was this?! Had he done something to upset her? She just woke up for crying out loud!

Sango, without thinking, pulled the sheets placed away from her and rushed herself to be comforted in his arms. Tears falling from her eyes,

"Miroku!"