Even in death Inuyasha would not relinquish Kagome's hand. All efforts to remove it from Inuyasha's face and grasp failed. Kaede decreed that the pair would be buried together exactly as they were. It was also the old Priestess who had the sad task of preparing the bodies, so it was she who discovered the jewel deep inside the wound in Kagome's chest. It was never completely understood what could have caused it's purification under such conditions, but, now harmless, it was agreed that it should be buried with them. A large hole was dug and the pair lowered in gently. Sango was the one to lift Kagome down brushing away tears she arranged Kagome so that the young girl from the future rested, as if she was simply sitting against the wall of the grave. Kagome's hair shimmered in the faint light that found it's way down the hole. Kaede, knowing how much Kagome loved clean hair, had washed and brushed it to a shiny luster. Miroku sollomly reclined Inuyasha onto his back, laying his head in Kagome's lap, just as they had found him. Shippo had, with Kirara's help, gathered basket after basket of flower pettals. After everyone else climbed free he poured the fragrant offering over the pair that had become his second family. Once the couple was compleatly hidden from sight under a blanket of flowers, Miroku, Sango, Shippo and Kirara all turned and left. Men from the village filled the grave with dirt, one last service for the pair who had protected them so many times, and sparing those who cared so much for the people within.
Under the earth it was quiet, and peaceful, there was no battle to fight or enemy to defeat. A young girl could sit with the man she loved, and a demon could rest his head. She held his heart and he still held her hand cradled against his face, as they would continue to do, for all time.