Katamasa moved through the old shrine quietly, well used to his evening strolls alone. There was no longer much threat of demons attacking the shrine, especially with the two Daiyoukai currently visiting, but it was a long ingrained habit that he did not care to break.
Dinner had been entertaining, to say the least, though he was tired of presenting the same old threat of the crazy old demon hater monk. It was a tiring charade to present but over the years, it had done his family good. It was a rare day now though that such a façade was needed to protect his family.
As he walked by the old well house, he sighed as he heard girlish giggles and dark laughter. Souta was no doubt attempting to and succeeding in impressing his girlfriend. At least he was putting his knowledge of the shrine to somewhat good use, Katamasa supposed, though he wished that use was in monk hood. He knew that Kagome would take over the shrine when it was necessary but he wanted for, and for Souta, to both have something they enjoyed and loved.
Which was why, as of late, he'd been thinking of Miroku and his wife, and wondered if their children would present with spiritual powers. Not that he'd told even Nodoka about that yet. She babied the shrine, despite that it wasn't hers by blood and he knew she would go to her grave taking care of it. She also wanted to keep it in the family as much as possible.
He was walking back around the house when he heard the door slide open and he offered up a warm smile to his granddaughter. From the light behind her he could see the slight flush to her cheeks and he smiled. "Kagome. Have you come to join this old man for a walk?"
She smiled and pushed her flustered thoughts to the back of her mind. "Of course, Jiichan. I would love to!"
So Katamasa led his granddaughter through the shrine grounds, letting her fill the silence with useless chatter as they moved from building to building, checking locks and peeking into storages and sheds and dojos, making sure all was right with the Sunset Shrine. All the while, he kept gentle old of the arm looped through his, content to think of the future later and bask in the presence of his beautiful, strong granddaughter.
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