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Recap: The group turned to look at Kagome with great curiosity.

"Miroku…you are a grandfather."

The group halted in their walk. Sango turned around and glanced at Kagome's serious face. The slayer then let her gaze rest upon the entity of her wrath. Miroku gulped at the fierce stare. Today had just gotten longer, but that did not seem to matter. Judging by the look on Sango's face, he was not going to remember most of it.

Are You My Father?

Chapter 4: It Is a Small World

Inuyasha could not believe what he had just heard. That is why he laughed. He laughed so hard that Sango's weapon never connected with its target.

"You…you have got to be kidding!" InuYasha chuckled out. "Miroku actually...there's no way…" The idea of it was ludicrous.

An injured look replaced the fear in Miroku's eyes.

"Inuyasha, that was uncalled for."

Kagome continued where she had left off.

"And Sango…" Sango stopped mid-swing as Kagome spoke. "You are a grandmother."

The monk turned his expression-filled face towards the slayer. His eyes looked hurt yet admiring at the same time. "Sango, I never thought that you would—"

A sickening crack let the world know that some normalcy was still left as Sango's weapon finally met its goal. Miroku was knocked to the ground, but he held an odd smile on his face.

Kagome blinked. 'Well that's going to set us back a few minutes…' She glanced over at Sango and noticed that the girl's anger had finally dwindled down to sheer bewilderment. Shippo's look was priceless, but clueless, and Inuyasha was still smirking in the background.

When Miroku finally woke up, with the aid of his staff, he stood up again. With the return of the monk, the group again turned to Kagome with puzzled faces. She motioned for them to sit down in a small clearing at the right side of the path. The group sat and watched as Kagome placed the ancient book in her lap and opened it to the first page. The words flowed from her lips as she read the handwritten words.

To those who will traverse this life after my own journey:

My time is growing short and every moment is of great worth to me. I am starting this record in the hopes that this family will one day be great and free from this pestilence placed upon us. I am chronicling my family line from as far back as I have knowledge of. I will end with my own son. He is a never-ending source of joy in my life, second only to my beautiful wife. I will never be able to see him grow up or to see my wife grow more lovely with age. Yet, I would not have traded my life for anyone else's. As you place your own child's name in this book, may you look upon your own life and marriage as a gift, as it was to me.

Kagome paused.

"Miroku, what is your family name?"

Miroku hesitated briefly before answering. "Higurashi."

A look of slight comprehension dawned on InuYasha's face. Kagome flashed him a warning look, which he correctly interpreted as an attempt on his life if he dared to speak.

Kagome turned the book around and held it out so that Miroku could see the passage she read from. He leaned inward and studied the page until his eyes settled on a very familiar signature: his own.

"Kagome, does this mean that you are…?" The monk's eyes stared into Kagome's.

Kagome nodded.

Miroku's eyes started to glaze over. Lucky for him, Sango reached over and moved him out of the way so that she could see the words as well. When she found what she was searching for, she gasped.

'Miroku Higurashi…' Sango thought. 'And this is Kagome's book—her family's lineage. She's a descendent…and I'm a grandmother?'

The reality of the situation hit Sango full blast.

"You have got to be kidding!" she yelled.

Miroku sweat dropped.

"Now, Sango, be reasonable. I haven't done anything…" he gulped "…yet."

Sango reached for her weapon but stopped herself. The monk was right. All she could do was stand there in shock. Miroku, however, was not at such a loss for words. He walked over to Kagome and took both of her hands in his.

"I should have known that was why you were so beautiful, Lady Kagome. Being one of my descendants, it is amazing that I—" a death glare from Sango cut him short. "Oh, I apologize, Sango." He paused and then restated his compliment. "Being one of Sango's descendents, you would, of course, have inherited certain—"

The monk was again cut off as spots swam painfully before his eyes. The monk managed a groggy "Was it something I said?" before falling into blackness with a huge smile lighting his face.

Sango, still stunned from the shocking news, also collapsed to the ground. Drawing her knees up under her chin, she wrapped her arms around her legs and sat quietly. Kirara rushed to her mistress and curled up beside her, not understanding what was going on but trying to offer her comfort nonetheless.

Kagome hastily walked over to Sango and knelt by her side. She spoke very quietly.

"I'm sorry for telling you like that, Sango. Are you going to be all right?"

Sango nodded her head slowly.

"It is okay Kagome; I will be fine." The slayer waited a few moments before speaking again. "But it's true then? You are a descendent of Miroku and I am his future—" she choked on the word. "Wife?" A pretty blush stained her face as she finished.

Kagome nodded again as a small smile played at the corners of her mouth.

"You don't need to be embarrassed Sango. You two have already promised to marry each other after Naraku is dead."

Sango blushed again and was glad that the monk was still unconscious and unable to hear the girls talk. However, Miroku had heard every word but wisely kept quiet so he would not miss anything that was said. Kagome caught a slight movement from Miroku and she stopped talking. She sat down next to Sango and kept a close eye on the waking monk. Miroku sat up and looked curiously at Sango but decided it would be in his best interest if he left her alone for once.

Suddenly he was gripped with fear. He rushed over and seized Kagome's wrists.

InuYasha looked at the monk warily, trying to decide if he should intervene. He was not too worried, though; the girls were quite capable of dealing with Miroku's wandering hands.

Miroku flipped Kagome's hands over and stared at her palms. He breathed a huge sigh of relief, and his smile was even brighter than before.

Kagome finally blinked in confusion.

"Uhh…Miroku? What are you doing?"

"I was merely checking to see if your hand was like my own," he explained with ecstatic happiness.

Kagome blankly nodded, but then understood his actions. Even though he knew she did not have the wind tunnel curse, he still needed to see it with his own eyes. Miroku stood back up and walked a few feet away before sitting back down again.

Shippo, completely confused, leaped onto his mother's lap.

"Kagome, what is going on?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Shippo. This book lists my family's ancestry," she whispered the next words, "and Miroku and Sango are my ancestors."

Shippo was clearly surprised. "Are they decedents from your father's or mother's side?"

Kagome suddenly leaped up, almost forgetting the kitsune in her lap.

"My mother!" Shippo nodded sagely, figuring that was her answer. "No, not my mother's side— my father's." Kagome carefully placed the kit back on the ground. "I'm sorry, but I need to leave; I forgot to let my mom know that I was coming here. I'll be back in a few days."

Kagome hurriedly picked up her backpack and the book. She turned around to leave but found herself staring into a pair of angry tawny eyes.

"Where do you think you're going? You just got here!"

Kagome glared right back at the hanyou.

"I told you that I needed to stay until the end of the week. I am going back."

Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest again, but his words were cut off as dirt was shoved inside of his open mouth— thanks to Kagome and the latest 'sit'. Kagome took one moment to give a last glare at him before turning and running off to the well.

When nighttime had fallen in the feudal era, Miroku stared across the fire at the beautiful slayer, and he sighed with happiness.

'I ask a woman to bear my child one day and find out she already has in the next…I love my life.'

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