Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co. Rumiko Takahashi does

Five years. It had been five years since we defeated Naraku. Since we completed our search for the Shikon No Tama. I won't get into the details, but let me tell you, it was pretty damn gruesome. But Naraku is gone...dead...disinigrated......whatever you wanna call it. That's al that should have mattered, but it wasn't. Once we, or more correctly once I got the last Shikon shards from Kouga, it was over.

Kohaku was killed by Naraku and his shard exracted. This is exactly what fueled our group to keep fighting, even when we were all an inch away from death. That bastard, Naraku....he killed Kohaku right in front of us. In front of Sango. The way she screamed....the pained forlorn look on her face....it just tore me apart.

In the end we avenged Kohaku and everyone who was ever decieved and manipulated by Naraku.

Sango and Miroku actually tied the knot, (no surprise there), and took up a hut in Kaede's village as their new home. And of course they had kids immediately. Triplets the first year, twins the second, and one in the third and fourth year. Seven kids. Seven kids, can you believe that!? Miroku even had to plan on building a larger hut with all those bouncing babies, and Sango really had her hands full, but Miroku's a great husband and dad so he helps a lot.

But their happy and that's what really matters.

Now, I know what you're asking.

What about me? What happened to me after the Jewel was completed?

Now, in case you didn't notice before, notice now that I haven't mentioned anything about Kikyo. Well, let me mention a few, er, minor things now. She's alive and kicking. And I really mean it when I say she's alive. See, we had to do something with the jewel. I wasn't around all the time, as I had test, and we all know how important those things are, so we decided to make a wish. Or actually, Inuyasha decided to. Nobody else wanted to use it(could be bad luck, you never know), so I gave the jewel to him, not really thinking through about what he would use it for.

I offered and he grabbed, spending that night in his favorite tree. The next morning, I woke up to Kikyo sleeping right next to me in her own futon. The first thing I thought was

'How did she get in here?'

Then I peered closer, noticing slight differences about her.

'Flushed peaceful look....usually absent look of vitality....'

I jumped out of my sleeping bag and began backing away from the sleeping form next to me.

'Naraku's come back and is trying to impersonate Kikyo!'

Now that I look back on it, I'm quite embarrassed at my actions. Anyways....

I backed away on the floor catching sight of Inuyasha standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. He was giving me a curious look, though I can't blame him. I was twisted in my blankets face up on the floor and breathing hard not to mention mumbling to myself about Naraku.

"Kagome, what are you doing? You look a little...."

The sound of someone waking up, then,

" What...where am I? How did...." I glanced over at Kikyo.

She stopped, putting her hand over her heart, a look of confusion, hope, and then utmost joy.

"My heart...it's....it's beating....and I feel....." She suddenly caught sight of me.

Her and Inuyasha locked gazes.

"...alive...."

And so I knew. Inuyasha had wished for Kikyo to have her own soul so she could be alive. Once he made his wish, the hanyou carried her to Kaede's hut and layed her down next to me. He made the wish. He'd brought her here....

The two spent everyday afterwards with each other, never were they ever apart.

One month later, they were married.

One years passed, and they had a baby boy.

I was usually in my time, attending college and living my own life. When I got the chance to, I would visit everyone in the Feudal Era, including Inuyasha and his 'new' family. He would also visit me in my time, and when he did, it was usually for long hours at a time. We'd sit on my couch, sharing stories of the 'good ol' days' or eating ramen and watching late night television.

It was fun for a while, but then things started getting... weird. He started changing our schedule. Instead of chatting about our old travels on the couch, he wanted to talk about me and my life in my room. Before we'd watch t.v while eating a bowl of ramen at night, and now he thought we should eat ramen on top of my roof when the stars had come out.

'A few changes. Not a problem.' I'd thought.

How wrong I was.