Once Rin had awoken, and Sesshomaru had come back from wherever he went at night, they started back up the mountain.
It was steep, and there were a few close calls, but somehow, they made it up.
Sesshomaru grabbed Rin's arm.
"Be careful," he warned. He let the girl go, and she walked up the rest of the way. Kagome heard her gasp. When she reached the top, she gasped too.
Pits of lava bubbled dangerously. Up ahead appeared to be the giant skull of...something. Wait, did Totosai live in that?
Kagome walked forward, following the others, when there was a blur of cream-colored fur.
Kagome made a startled noise and looked down to see Kirara clinging to her. Kagome cried out and wrapped her arms around her.
"Kirara!"
Sesshomaru sat, looking at the almost peaceful faces of his followers.
Rin was curled up next to Kagome, who had an arm around her. The little demon, Kirara, was curled up on Kagome's chest. Jaken was leaning against a wall, asleep, head propped up on his staff.
Sesshomaru still couldn't believe that Inuyasha was dead. Of course, Sesshomaru was not sad about this, but he had always imagined he would be the one to kill his half brother.
Sesshomaru gazed at his pitiful companions, wondering when he had turned so charitable.