Sesshomaru return to his home in the West to take his father's places just like the sons before him. He cared not what happened to his younger brother. Naraku was dead, and he now protected the jewel, but he wondered if it really needed protection; after all, no one else could touch the damn thing.

His brother had been so angry, but Sesshomaru's words were true, and they all knew it.

Kikyo had come, and no one blamed Inuyasha for going to her; that was, after all, the reason Kagome gave up her life. She had saved Kikyo in the end. Inuyasha felt guilt and shame, and Kikyo honored Kagome and did not force anything on Inuyasha, but by the end of the day, Inuyasha still loved Kikyo and she him. While they both felt bad about it, they both also felt it would be wrong not to be with each other; it, after all, was a gift from Kagome, and who were they to deny it?

Sango cried in Miroku arms, happy and sad tears; she didn't care if Kagome got mad; she missed her sister. Miroku let her. Shippo also cried, to himself, he felt lost and alone, but soon Sango scooped him up and loved him; she could never replace Kagome, but she would try to be a good mother to him.

Some would ask what the world was coming to, first miko's loving demons and demon slayers becoming mothers to demon.

Rin had been waiting for her Lord as was Jaken, but their trill became quiet as their Lord passed them without so much as a hello.

"Mi Lord, is it over?" Jaken asked quietly.

Sesshomaru stopped and did not turn to them. "It is finished, the Miko is dead."

Rin gasp, "Lady Kagome, she died?"

Sesshomaru closed his eyes, Rin, poor little Rin; death surrounded her life. He turned and looked at her; she looked as if she were about to cry. "Come here, Rin."

She walked slowly to her master, and he knelt down to her.

Slowly he pulled out the jewel from her his top. "Do touch it."

She looked at it wide eyes,

"Mi Lord, that is the jewel!" Jaken said in surprise,

"Rin," Came his strong voice, and she looked up at him.

"This is the Shikon jewel."

She nodded. "The Miko is not dead yet resting deep within it, do you understand."

A tear slipped down her little face, "You mean, she's stuck in there?"

Her sadness hit him, damn; this backfired on him.

He sighed and put the jewel back and stood.

"Lord Sesshomaru, can you free Kagome?"

If only it were that simple, and if it was, would he?

It was a good question; leave it to a small child to ask it.

Perhaps he should ask an old friend about this; maybe, maybe there was away?

Sesshomaru shook his head, what was he thinking? He was merely there to watch over the jewel; it was not his battle to find a way to get her out, and really if they had been away, surely someone would have freed the last Miko that got trapped within it.

However, Sesshomaru knows that knowledge is power, and Rin still required an answer, so perhaps a trip would not be so bad.

"Jaken"

"Yes?!"

"Prepare, we leave tomorrow for Bokusenou." He then walks off.

"Jaken, what does this mean?" Rin asked,

"That means you, stupid girl, that Lord Sesshomaru tends to find out if there is a way to free the stupid Miko!"

Jaken crossed his arms, stupid humans.

Rin smiled. "If anyone can do it, its Lord Sesshomaru!"

"Of course, my Lord can do anything! Even save stupid human Miko who get themself locked in a jewel!"

Rin's faces changed, and she ran off. "Lord Sesshomaru, Jaken is calling humans stupid again!"

"Wait, Rin, come back, Mi Lord, don't listen to her!" He called, running after her.

But little did they know that overnight, things would change, a strange power rose. Far away, Kikyo's sister looked to the sky, she had just found out who had the jewel now, and to everyone's surprise, she thought it best he have it. But she knew a secret, not even her now not dead sister did not know. But she had not a clue if it were true or not, but in her heart, she prayed it was, and she hoped that tonight it would be the truth, and if it were, she had no doubt the young Lord would come seeking answers.

Tonight would be restless for her; the hours would pass to slow, she wished for nothing more than for morning to come, and she prays it brought him with it.