A/NSo, another chapter written and posted. The end is near! If not already here! Hahahaha, I'm a poet and didn't even know it! Sorry, I could not resist saying that.

Anyway- I was really happy to see all the comments from the last chapter. I really motivated me to get this chapter and fic in general finished. Well, I suppose the plot bunnies for other fics also added to that push, but I will give you all the credit!

I loved the reaction to Sai and his asshole-ness. I know, I had to do it. But he might not be such a bad guy… I don't know- I will let you be the judge. As for Toki, I am so happy everyone seems to love her. I always wondered what was up with Miroku's mom. As far as I know, the series never touched on it… anyway; I will shut up and get on with the story.

Chapter 11 Start!


"You know, as far as I can recall, I never once said that I wanted to stay here, nor did I say I wanted to stake a claim on any title or seat of power." Miroku said looking at his cousin with pity. He was that desperate to hold on to power... power lust was a dangerous thing.

"Why else would you come?"

"I suppose it never occurred to you that I wanted to see my mother... to know that I do have some kind of blood family somewhere. To have questions answered that I have been left to deal with for my entire life so far.. look Sai, I know you see me as a threat. But in reality, there is no threat at all. I do not want any titles, money or power from this clan. I only want to see my mother and have her in my life once again. I know that I could never fit in here; you don't need to tell me that. I can see it clear as day. I knew it from the moment I entered the front gates." Miroku said looking at the decorated walls. "I was raised as a simple monk. I defeated a curse from a power hungry demon passed down from my grandfather, and I fell in love with a woman that also would not be truly happy here."

"So... you aren't going to.. I mean..." Miroku watched as his cousin's face went from threatened to dumbstruck.

"No. I have a home already with Sango and Kohaku. You seem to be doing a good job, so why should I need to meddle with things I can't even begin to fathom? Sure, I will come back from time to time, but merely to visit my mother."

There was a silence between the two men. Miroku wondered what the other man was thinking. He was sure that the idea of him not wanting power would blow Sai's mind. His cousin was ready for a fight, that now he didn't need to do that... he never had to be worried in the first place.

"Now, is that all you wanted to discuss? Because if it is, I would like to find my traveling companions. Do not worry; we will be leaving either tomorrow or the next day." And with that, Miroku left the room with a still confused cousin sitting there.

Miroku walked over to the shrine and found the people he was looking for. Kohaku smiled in welcome as he saw Miroku enter the ornate shrine.

Sango's face was different. She smiled at him, but it was a worried and saddened one. Miroku knew that Sai had talked to her. He could tell.

"Well, how do you all feel about going home in a few days?" He asked looking at Sango and then to Kohaku.

"Miroku? What about..." Sango was about to ask the question that had been weighing down on her heart for some time.

"I don't really have a place here. And even if I did, this is not home. How could I expect my wife to live here when she obviously wants to be somewhere else?"

Sango's eyes filled with happy tears, and she ran into his open arms. They were going to go home. Home to a place where politics of this level would never matter, home to a place that they could live without all this decoration or frills... it would be their home. Just the two of them, well with Kohaku and those twenty some children Miroku wanted... Sango was so happy that she would think about giving him them.

"Let's go home." She smiled as she hugged him tight.

"Anything for my Sango."


Several days later, after talking more with his mother and actually getting to talk to his cousin without the attitude, Miroku and his new found family parted ways. Toki was sad of course, but she understood. He had promised to visit as often as he could, and she even said she would come to visit him as well. Knowing that her son was alive and happy seemed to give her a new found strength, if only an inner will to live.

Taking Sango's hand, the three left the Sanada compound with wedding presents and a promise of his mother attending the up coming nuptials.

Returning to the shrine, Hachi and Mushim were waiting.

"So you have returned after all." The old man smiled.

"That place is where my mother lives, nothing more I am afraid. I am, and will always be just Miroku." Miroku replied.

Sango smiled and squeezed his hand. "No, never just Miroku." She told him, and the subject ended there because a party was awaiting them.


The sun was setting on another day, and Miroku was sitting next to his father's grave. The young man had been telling his father's grave stone about his mother and that she truly loved them both.

Sango waited till he finished with his story before approaching.

"Everything all right?" She asked sitting next to him

"Of course." He smiled. "Now that you are here."

"Kohaku says he might actually want to become a monk."

"That's good. But he doesn't have to be one. There are other things he could do."

"I think it might be good for him. That way he doesn't have to continue the family's occupation. He never was meant to be a demon slayer...And he asked me why we were still waiting here..."

"He wants us to leave him here in the care of Mushim?" Miroku asked looking at Sango, knowing how she felt about the often lecherous and drunk monk.

"Well, I am not thrilled about that fact Kohaku will be exposed to drinking, and other of Mushim's... finer qualities," she stopped and looked at Miroku, "but I guess his last student didn't turn out too bad."

"Should I take that as a compliment?" Miroku asked turning on his best innocent smile. The baby face he could use always made her heart flutter just a bit. He was hers...now and till the end of time.

"I guess it is up to you." She smiled right back after giving him a soft kiss.

"It has been far too long since we've been alone..." Miroku smirked, his eyes glistening with a hidden meaning.

"Are you going to be this bad after we are married?" Sango asked as Miroku stood and offered her his hand.

"Probably worse, I told you that before didn't I? You know being able to touch you whenever I want... No need for sneaking off to a secluded area... I am going to be one happy husband."

"I think we better make sure our house has very good curtains." She blushed thinking of them sharing a bed every night.

"And sound proof walls. I don't want the neighbors to worry too much." He smiled as she stood up and playfully slapped him. Miroku laughed and took off running after a quick grope to her behind.

"You!" She huffed, as she ran after him.


As she lay by his side in the early morning's light, Sango's mind wandered. In the past few weeks, Miroku had gotten a better outlook on life. Sure, his hand was still not fully healed, and may never be as powerful as it was before... but he stopped letting that consume him.

He had accepted the fact that he was no longer a marked man, even without the curse. That she loved him no matter what... and what a difference in life that out look could make.

The future looked bright as the sun that was beginning to rise in the sky. Looking over at her new husband, she smiled at the wide grin that still painted his sleeping face.

Last night had been better than all the other times combined. They truly would be having a large family if he kept up that up. Sango sighed remembering the feelings of utter pleasure brought on by his touch, and everything about him...

Placing her hand upon her naked stomach, she wondered what kind of life their children would have. Theirs had been ones plagued with heart ache and pain... but love had filtered some of that pain out of mind.

Last night as they said their vows on a hill over looking the Demon Slayers village, with the hues of red and orange painting the sky, they began a new life. Friends and family had been there to wish them luck and happiness, and all the pain and injury inflicted on them in the past washed away.

"I am glad you kept your promise." She said as she snuggled closer to her husband's naked frame and went back to sleep. Sango couldn't help but smile as he instinctively pulled her closer to him while still asleep. She was happy, and by the looks of it, so was he...

"And I hope you know that I will be expecting the same from those new ones you made." She added as she drifted back to a contented sleep. A sleep where she would never have to dream of a future for them any longer because they were going to be living it together from now on.


A/N: Well, there you have it. The end! Finished! Owari! Das Ende! Fin! And all that Jazz!

Thank you to all the reviewers, I hope even the silent ones will drop me a line with an over all comment. Please feel free to do so!

I am toying around with an epilogue idea for the fic. Let me know if you feel that it is necessary. Even if it isn't a look into the life of Miroku and his large horde of kids might be amusing. We will see what happens.

Again, thanks to everyone for reading the fic- I might be back in the Inuyahsa fan world again, not for a little while but I definitely want to write more Sango/Miroku. But one never knows when the plot bunnies will strike…

Until then!