Of a Million Spells

Prologue

D/c: I don't own any of these series. [D=] If you could please read my authors note at the end of this chapter, I'd love you forever!!

Kagome lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was hard. It wasn't as if she was not happy. After all, the journey was over. Done with. It was the simple fact that she could not travel to the past anymore. And although she knew her companions had survived, she would have preferred to be there with them, able to visit them when the present became too much to bear. To be with Inuyasha.

She sighed. She wasn't little. She was twenty-seven and could sure as hell survive. "Besides," she murmured, "we won ten years ago. This isn't a new thing."

A sudden tapping at her window startled her. She rolled over, and came face to face with a white owl.

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In the sitting room of his small inn, Kurama stared silently at his companions; his legs crossed elegantly, a cup of coffee in his hands. A small smile curved the corners of his lips upwards as he followed the progression of Yusuke's one year old daughter. She toddled around the table, chubby arms spread out to keep her balance. Her bare feet made small pattering sounds on the hardwood flooring and, with a giggle, she launched herself at her father's legs, hugging them tightly.

Keiko laughed and leaned down, picking up the small child. "You see? She can't help it. Her father attracts her like flies on sugar." She nuzzled the dark haired girl, who laughed in turn, kicking her chubby legs.

Yusuke smiled at his wife and daughter indulgently. "Damn straight."

"Like flies on something." Muttered Kuwabara. Yukina smothered a laugh and nudged him.

Kuwabara sat beside Yukina, their hands clasped together, a silly smile on his face. His other hand lay on the gentle swell of her very-pregnant self. She was leaning against his shoulder, a contented expression on her features.

Hiei sat beside Kurama, a small, scowl on his lips as he stared at the orange haired buffoon that dared marry and impregnate his sister. That was what the world needed, he decided silently. His offspring. That man's idiocy was bound to be genetic.

Brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, Kurama took a sip of coffee. "It has been…incredibly silent these past few months. One must wonder…"

A tapping at the window behind his head cause them all to tense. He turned slowly. A small owl pecked incessantly at the glass.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. I thought I'd re-write it. I know that it may not be readable for people that had started with my original story, but after I neglected that one for a few months [or was it a year?] and I went back to read it, I didn't really like it or know where I was going with it. So here I am, re-writing it as much as I can.

As for 'We Are Soldiers', due to an interestingly flame like review [which was incredibly depressing to me, I should say] I really haven't been in the mood to update. I would like to say to this person, and you know who you are if you are reading this, that I am aware people are OOC. It is a fan-fiction, there-fore it will not exactly be as amazing as Anne Rice, Rumiko Takahashi, and J.R.R Tolkien, thank you. Please do not write reviews like that to others. If it pains you to read my fic, then don't read it. Simple as that.

And thank you to M&M, Ugga, Pirate Savvyx, Ivy Moon, Lady Akina, hotang1742, otakualways, Chaotic Rei, Tenshi-Battosai, Kit-chan-91, Rage, and Tsuki-tora for reading my old post of this. I am aware that it is waaay different than the original, haha. I hope you enjoy it!

Love always,

Critical Hypocracy.