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For a long, long while, she doesn't move. Tears stream down her face.
When was the last time she saw Shippou? Several weeks, not since her nineteenth birthday. And Inuyasha? Not for months and months. She should have said goodbye.
But there is nothing left in Feudal Japan for her, now.
She's made her decision.
It's an unceremonious end to their long friendship, but she never imagined it would be easy to part with the people she loves. There are no more words, no more hugs. She tears away from Miroku's arms and throws herself down the well. There's a pink flash of light and a wave of cold air that sweeps over her, and a second later she leaps through time.
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