Fancy Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not my own.

A/N: The story is in Miroku's POV.

Oshimai: The End

It was our anniversary, but there was no celebration. It passed as any other day. And my heart felt no relief.
There was a beginning to all I knew, but I lived on without an ending...

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:Prologue:

Gray clouds were moving quickly across the morning sky. I tilted my straw hat back to look up at the melancholy sight, and a sudden breeze ruffled my clothing.

"Looks like it's going to rain," I said to myself, turning my attention back to the dirt path before me.

It was an unusually quiet day, and it would soon be raining. My pace remained the same. A bouquet of flowers was securely held in my left hand—my shakujou (staff) in the other. I didn't want to be late for my meeting with my friends. I had promised to be on time. I didn't disappoint.

Just as I got to our usual meeting place, a steady rain began. The lukewarm droplets rolled down my straw hat and soaked through my purple okesa, and then through my black koromo. My flesh prickled at the sudden sensation—I was soaked to the very bone.

"I made it on time this week," I smiled to my friends.

I walked to InuYasha first, and I gave him his single flower. Then, I left one with Shippo, and one with Kirara. When I finally got to Sango, the rain had begun to fall faster. The thick droplets were soaking the disturbed ground, and my feet and waraji sandals were caked in mud. I kneeled down beside her and left the rest of the bouquet upon her grave.

I ran my hand across the headstone that I'd constructed. Sango. Closing my eyes, I pictured her wonderful smile. I longed for her to be by my side, even if it were only to slap me for groping her. I missed my companions. I missed my dearest friends. I missed my love.

I laid my staff upon the wet ground and began to fumble with my tekkou, pulling the cloth from over my right hand. A smooth scar was across the palm of my hand. It was the only reminder of my curse. My Kazaana was no more. Naraku had been slain.

"I should be going." I retrieved my staff and placed the cloth back over my scar.

My sad expression couldn't be hidden, but I did my best to give my friends a sad smile. They sacrificed their lives to save many people, and I understood that. I was ashamed that I wasn't among them.

"I'll visit again soon, Sango," I whispered, casting one more glance at her grave. "InuYasha. Shippo. Kirara." I nodded to their graves, and then I turned away.

The rain was suddenly so much colder, and I shivered with every step I took. I passed a village and a rather large home, but I didn't bother the people for a place to stay. When day gave way to night, I found myself taking shelter beneath the leaves of a large tree.

The world was spinning around me. My breathing was heavier than usual. I shivered with every stray raindrop, and I felt as if I were being burned alive. I sneezed into my hands, and then stared out at the foggy evening with half-lidded eyes. My days of traveling had worn me out, and an illness thrived in my veins.

I closed my eyes to give them a rest, but I slipped into a feverish fit. My body fell to the side, and the rings upon my staff jingled as it rolled out of my grasp. Finally, I was to be with my friends—my love. Miroku, the womanizing monk, was no more.

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Author Rant

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I thought it was time for me to write an InuYasha story, since my name (Amikotsu) is InuYasha-based. This story will slowly turn into a yaoi (guy on guy love) story, but I won't announce the pair or paste warnings of the pair until the yaoi comes up. The rating on the story will change.

I will put warnings at the beginning of the chapter to alert readers of the any foul content. Updates will come when time permits. The story is almost complete, so I will not delete it for any reason. Thanks!

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Ja ne.