Authors Note: Enjoy it while it lasts. It is rather short...and I'm sorry it took me so long to release it. Okay, well, as I said, enjoy it...and stay tuned for a note at the end about upcoming things I'm working on. Please read and review! (What I listened to throughout writing this: Her Most Beautiful Smile)

Epilogue

The world flashed brightly around them before the shaded and suddenly light glade materialized in front them. The witch's now sweetened cackle reverberated through the open area, cutting the silence. Miroku and Sango's lips were still locked in a wordless yet loving embrace.

"So, lovers, I see we have come to a binding agreement." The witch almost giggled at them, as they blushed and tried to will themselves to pull apart.

"Mmm,mmm,mmm!" Sango whimpered as she felt the pull of Miroku's mouth in the other direction, forcing her to let go from their heated kiss. "Wow."

"That was more than 'Wow'" he smiled down at her, keeping his arms in their place tightly around her waist," That was spectacular."

"Amazing."

"Phenomenal."

"My first."

"I'm honored to have graced you with your first kiss," his upturned lips almost turned lecherous.

"I'm honored that you have taken it."

The woman, who was now ignored, coughed to draw their attention to herself, "Ahem, excuse me."

"Oh, right. We have to deal with her," Sango joked before turning to the 'hag' who was now back to her more pleasant and not transformed self. Over to her right Miroku was scowling menacingly at the woman for doing what she had done to them.

"Why did you do this? You caused us pain, torment--"

"But more importantly I caused you to fall in love." she interrupted, smiling at her own skills to lure them together as she had done over the past few hours that seemed to turn to days.

Sango unconsciously let her hand roam and find Miroku's, giving it a light reassuring squeeze," Still....why?"

"I too once wandered the world of black, more often referred to as The World of Vital Souls," both of them still looked at her curiously, still not sure what to think and if they understood," That means I was not truly living, I didn't exist in this absolute reality...until I was given a mission."

"To have us kiss?" Sango almost barked, cocking an unbelieving eyebrow. The spirit worlds would have better things to do than try to bring them together as they were now.

"More or less, but now, as you have seen, it means so much more. Would you be willing to take back the time I have given you to become like this? Would you really want to go back?"

Miroku's arm was being crushed between himself and Sango as she dragged him closer to her own body heat," No. Never."

"No." they gazed at one another acting as if they were surprised by the other's answer.

"Why did you want to take whoever it was up on this offer...this mission?" Sango questioned, resuming her stare at the girl.

"It granted me life. I was the given the choice to live." she dramatized, her eyes almost gleaming from glee filled tears," Wouldn't you do the same?"

"Well, yeah."

"You've stated the obvious." Miroku let that last thought sink in, he tried to put himself in her shoes for a moment before replying," What's your name?"

"You should know...after all...you named me."

"Wh-wha-what? I named you?"

'That better not be his child...' Sango thought to herself while glaring down her favorite hentai houshi.

The woman blushed a bright red before continuing,"Oh! Excuse me! You wouldn't know that yet...I am Hitodama."

They exchanged confused glances before deciding it was a fitting name.

'I remember the vision of the day I was given my name. Both of them looked down at me with smiles on their faces and reminiscing eyes of mirth before stating together...'Hitodama'...disembodied soul.' Hito thought, catching herself in a daydream.

All of them sat in silence, listening to the almost inaudible sound of the wind sweeping the tall branches of the swaying trees. A few blossoms from the springtime blooming whirled around them in a majestic manner. Everything seemed to be at peace once again.

"Well," Miroku broke the quiet,"Sango and I should be heading back to camp"

The distant call of their friends reminded him that they had gone missing during the night and it was now daytime. He pulled Sango close before taking her in the direction of the camp they had abandoned the night before.

"Wait!" Hitodama called out, not moving from her spot but clearly looking like she had wanted to run to catch up. They looked at her expectantly," I-I just wanted to tell you...well, I wish you good love, fortune, and many children."

Hito had smirked while stating the last line.

"Until then mother and father."

 A light pink hue stained Sango's cheeks, and for once Miroku felt the heat rise to his face as well. They turned to each other, trying to voice their thoughts but fumbling for the words, before looking back to where Hito was standing. She was gone. The cauldron, the wood, even the eerie blue fire had disappeared with out a trace.

It took only a minute for Miroku to regain his thoughts of rationality before shrugging and tugging at Sango's side for them to continue. She let him guide her back while thinking all of it over.

'Hitodama was a soul in that black world...because she didn't exist. That means...' she gasped, 'Miroku and I had gone down the wrong path somewhere in our relationship...causing a reaction on her world and she no longer existed. What had we done?'

Miroku was analyzing almost the same thoughts,' I actually feel worthy. The spirit worlds had chosen me to be with Sango from the beginning...it wasn't just another coincidence. That is why a body had been reserved for our first child, our daughter, in the World of Vital Souls.'

"Miroku?" Sango inquired while he at the same time said,"Sango?"

"You tell me first what is on your mind Sango."

Again she blushed and hid her eyes under her bangs," Do you really believe what Hitodama said...I mean...about being her mother and father?"

Miroku looked at her, trying to see what exactly she wanted to pull forth from him but found it impossible to read her, "Nah...unless...you think so."

At seeing her hurt yet confused expression he decided to elaborate on his response, "I would never name one of our twenty Hitodama."

"We'll see about that," she grumbled while smirking. They both chuckled for a moment before Sango recalled that he had something to share with her as well,"Miroku, what was it that you wanted to tell me?"

"Nevermind," he let his eyes wander to her face while never repositioning his head. Not until seeing that her own pools of amber were pleading with him mercilessly to be truthful did he sigh and say,"Aishteru,Sango."

"Ai-Aishiteru,Miroku." she whispered hoarsely with her face flaming like it had always done when she felt timid.

Time seemed to slow as he drew nearer while holding her chin. The distance was closed as he gave her a sweet and gentle kiss, leaving her mind grateful for his love. As they parted, breathless, their eyes never left the others.

"Sango-chan! Miroku-sama!" the indistinct voice of their schoolgirl companion bellowed out.

"I-I-I guess we better get back."

"Yeah.." she let her head lean slightly on his shoulder as his own strong arm took hold of her waist. 

From that day forward Sango never took a kiss for granted. Every day she woke with the undying urge to press her lips to Miroku's, and she took her pleasure until she was very content. Not that her subject of love was one to complain, he was always willing to comply.

Miroku learned to cherish the one woman he had in his arms every night. No other girl so much even deserved a small glance from him anymore. Each night he would sit looking at the stars with Sango's small body in his embrace praying to the gods. They had given them all this, they had made it okay, and most of all they had shown them love. He also thanked Hitodama, he practically idolized her. For she was the witch that bestowed the curse. Even though it turned out to be rather not curse like at all...you could even say it was quite lovely...

The Lovely Curse.

After all this has come to an end,

We see that true love is the one to mend.

All our troubles, all our strifes,

Is worth the love in all our lives.

Authors Note: Well, um, the end! I want to thank all of you so much for holding tight with me while I finished this whole thing, including all my long breaks between chapters. I'm going to thank reviewers then after I'll be writing some little not on upcoming things/updates on other stories.

Thanks to my reviewers:

Harmony-Yeah, I had a pretty good time on vacation...thank you for saying that...and thank you very much for reviewing!

Zero27-I'm glad that you aren't disappointed as well...I didn't like that chapter as much because I couldn't really put a lot of effort into it with the allowed time I had, but I'm glad you thought it was good. Thank you so much for taking your time to review.

Miaka-I bet you could write like me! You just got to try! Plus, I bet you could surpass me because I stink at writing! Bleh! Well, anyway, thank you for the compliments and such...that really encourage me to keep writing. Just..thank you!

rain-Thank you!

Zephor-My thoughts exactly. I wanted to make a sequel but I'll have to think of a plot first...so stay tuned...that thought isn't completely hopeless. Well, read what I have to say about Mumtaz Mahal in my upcoming projects! ^_^ Thank you so much for reviewing!

Soli-chan-Yeah...ff.net is screwy! I wrote thank you's to a bunch of other reviewers but then their review never showed up...it makes me look like I'm talking to myself! I read your other review...but it never showed up either! ARG! Oh well! It doesn't mean I still don't appreciate it...or thank you! Because...thank you sooooo much!

Upcoming Projects-

Rewriting Mumtaz Mahal and Western Proposals-I'm pretty sure I can make up a better plot to Western Proposals on my own...but Mumtaz Mahal is another story. Literally. I can't leave it as it was so I feel obligated to write something at least...so if you have any ideas please email them or write them in your reviews.

'Till That Day Comes-My new idea for a story chock full of waffy fluff,flashbacks,possible lemons, and dream sequences. This may become a rather long story but I'm not willing to start posting until I'm farther into it because I'd to come out with chapters faster. Of course it's an S/M based on an either true story, or just a theory everyone likes to add about Miroku and his wind tunnel. Well...just wait and see.

Miroku No Biri-I seriously just made up this name right now...it can possibly change. I'm not too sure if I have the plot all ready yet but I am hoping that this will actually become a fic. It's about an idea Kagome gives to Sango...about a list. Well, you'll see and um...basically I think the title translates to "Miroku's Last On the List"

Other-I have another one of those AU band stories...but with different twists of my own of course. I've got to be original. And I also have an idea for another legend story that has to do with binded hearts and reincarnations...very elaborate if I can ever finalize the idea.

Well...this is Kikanemi saying...until my next story! Over and out! Hehe...I'm soooo dumb...