A/N: I've actually had this done for a week… I just didn't want to actually end it…

Epilogue

"I come bearing carbonated beverages!" Kagome called, entering the dorm. Already, a huge stack of six back containers (empty) of sodas of all kind (including a few non-sodas) were piled outside the dorm. I joined Inu-Yasha, Siri, and Aiko in the outer room, collapsing half into Inu-Yasha's lap while the other two attacked the orange soda I'd brought. "Where're Sango and Miroku?" I asked, straining slightly to be heard over the music. He gave the door to his and Miroku's dorm a pointed look, and I groaned. "Shoulda known.." I muttered, leaning against him. Siri returned, sipping at her sunkist.

"Don't you two start two…" She groaned. I made a face at her and she grinned back cheekily. Aiko joined her at the couch, making a face at her.

"Kagome, you can't spike this stuff."

Kagome grinned back. "I know. Don't worry, we'll work on it when it gets later… I still have a class I can't show up drunk for. So do you." She poked her boyfriend behind her. He coughed a bit uneasily.

"Err… Yeah, Kagome, about class've the useless…"

She eyed him warily. "You picked a major?"

He ducked his head and tucked his hair behind his ear. "Err… Law enforcement?"

She shrieked, launching at him (all less then one feet) and hugging him tightly. "That's great! You'd be perfect!" She frowned in mock anger. "But did you have to leave me to face that class all alone?"

Aiko popped up. "Kagome, it's the last day. And you'll have me next year." She grinned.

Kagome made a face. "but… but… it's the principle of the thing…"

Sango came out, wearing pajamas— (a pair of stringtied sweatpants and Miroku's shirt) and rubbing her eyes. "Gyaaaaaah. Sorry, fell asleep…"

"Where's Miroku?"

"Still asleep." She smiled slightly. "All those night classes are really tiring him out, but he's determined to take practically every teaching and theology class…"

"So he definitely decided on teaching?" Inu-Yasha perked up. Sango nodded, covering another yawn.

"Yeah, teaching theology at highschool or college level…" her eyes caught the clock behind the wall. "And I have class! Shit!" She ran back into the other room and began dressing hurriedly, as evidenced by the hop-hop-hop-BANG sounds that came as she bumped into things. "Class, class, class…" She muttered, buttoning the top of her blouse and running a brush through her hair at the same time. She tossed the brush to Kagome and Bunny-hopped out, trying to squeeze her feet into her pumps.

"It's the last day." Kagome blinked, watching her go. "Why does she need to be on time? She doesn't even need to continue classes." Sango's shojo had been circling around campus. A senior, who's father happened to be a major manga publisher, had seen it, been impressed, and sent a copy to his father, who'd shown it to the higher ups then called Sango with a contract. She was hoping to use the money to help with college and pay back Kagome's parents for helping them all throughout the year.

"Maybe, unlike you, she's polite." Inu-Yasha pointed out, kissing her on the forehead. She scowled and cuddled into his lap.

"Actually, I've been thinking about doing some sort of social work…" She admitted. "With kids. Some sort of counseling with kids." He blinked at her.

"Really? Kagome, that's perfect, I mean, you practically raised Shippo…"

She blushed. "Hey, I never said I was sure yet…s'just an idea, but I think I'll turn it in. After all, I can always change it later…"

He eyed her hopefully. "That mean you'll blow off class've the useless tonight and just hang around here instead?"

"'Here' would be his lap." Siri informed her friend.

"Hey! Just clarifying!" Aiko countered, ducking the flying pillow.