I just revamped this and saw a few reviews that were confused as to how
Kagome and Inuyasha came back to the feudal era and how Sanosuke (jr.)
lived. A few people asked me for a sequel too. So, here it is, the bonus
chapter of "Two Swords: The Tangled Web."
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"Come on, Kagome! Will you hurry it up?" Kagome ran into the well house with Inuyasha. She handed him the bag she was carrying then straightened her jeans.
"You're so impatient." She brushed some dirt off of the sleeve of his red t-shirt.
"You can't go without me, and still you keep me waiting. I was going to leave you." She stepped onto the rim of the well and grabbed onto her husband.
"No you weren't."
Shippo sat on the porch of Kaede's hut brushing his long fluffy tail. He sighed as he watched the children run about before him. He and Shiori's pups laughed and rolled around together, dirtying their orange hair though one look in their bright violet eyes would keep him from reprimanding them. Miroku and Sango's children ran all over the place. They hurled new weapons, danced in circles, tumbled over the younger children and his pups. His attention shifted to the one child who looked out of place. Older than the rest, the small boy stood next to the large tree that used to be Inuyasha's favorite swinging a bokken Kagome had brought from her time at it. He hit hard and ricocheted, over and over. Shippo couldn't help but admire the young unruly haired boy. He practiced day in and day out, always vowing to become like the man his father was. The sun was high overhead and sweat dripped off of his arms, but still he swung the wooden sword.
"Hey Shippo!" The kitsune tore his gaze away from the young boy to see Inuyasha and Kagome coming toward him. It had been over ten years and still he couldn't get over Inuyasha wearing what he called jeans and a t- shirt. He had nearly died of laughter the first time he saw him in shoes. Ever since then, Inuyasha had insisted on being barefoot in the feudal era. Shippo rose from his place on the porch and set the brush down.
"Hey guys! How are you doing?"
"We're good. Have you seen Sango?"
"She's down by the river."
"Thanks." Kagome fished into pack for a box and trotted away toward Sango. Inuyasha joined Shippo on the porch.
"He's been practicing constantly. All he seems to think about is becoming stronger. He says he wants to help people like his father." Inuyasha looked toward the young boy. His sword bounced too hard off the tree, and he promptly cursed at it. A smile tugged at the hanyou's lips.
"I know."
Kagome found Sango sitting on the bank of the river scrubbing laundry. She silently thanked God for washing machines. She approached her friend clutching the box. She walked slowly, hesitating after each step.
"Sango." The women turned around and smiled. She dropped the laundry and stood; her stomach rounded a little by yet another child. They had laughed many times about the sudden absence of her husband's favorite line after his third son. Kagome could still remember when Sango found out she was pregnant for the first time. It was two weeks after Miroku had asked her to marry him. The images of tears and smiles were still fresh in her mind. She could never shake the image of Miroku's face. He had smiled so brightly for his wife. They had celebrated so much. Though, Kagome distinctly remembered pain hidden behind that smile. She wasn't sure if Sango didn't see it, or refused to acknowledge it.
"How have you been, Kagome?"
"Oh just great!" She moved to the bank beside her friend. She sat in the sand and removed her shoes. She dipped her toes in the water and motioned for Sango to join her. She placed the box on her lap and stared for a moment before speaking.
"I brought you something." Sango smiled.
"More time, I hope." Kagome laughed.
"Not quite. Recently, a mall bought out a big section of Tokyo. They are going to tear down a lot of buildings including a restaurant called the Akebeko that has been around since the 1850s. So, being a historian for the university, they asked me to go through all the really old files to see if I could find anything interesting." Sango tilted her head.
"So what did you find?" Kagome traced circles on the top of box.
"Well, I found a lot of stuff, including a caricature done by Tsunan Tsukioka. I turned all of it in to the university, and I will probably be working on it for a while. But, as I was digging through boxes and boxes of stuff, I came upon something interesting that I managed to smuggle away." Her fingers slid under the lid of the box.
"Well, what is it." She opened it and handed it to her friend.
"A photograph." Sango sat with her mouth hanging open. She stared at the time worn picture in front of her, and her heart raced. It was a formal sitting of a woman in a waitress uniform, a woman wearing doctor's clothing, and a girl with a long braid. It also had a boy too stubborn to remove his shinai for the picture, a woman whose stomach was swelled with pregnancy and a small man with long hair and a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. But the person who had her complete attention was standing in back. He wore a white jacket that barely concealed his chest, and his hair was everywhere. It would have been even messier had it not been for the white ribbon holding it back. His lips were curved into a small grin. She pushed the photo away before droplets from her chin hit it. She looked at Kagome.
"I made a copy of it. You can have the original. I think that would be best." Sango closed her eyes and put the lid back on the box.
"Thank you."
Miroku stood on the porch next to Shippo and Inuyasha. The hanyou watched as he looked out over his children. His was beaming with fatherly pride. The yard was filled with his babies. His smiled waned as his gaze passed over the young swordsman. Inuyasha had heard many times from Kagome how Miroku never treated him the same, how young Sanosuke was often ignored by his mother's husband in her absence. Miroku's smile turned back on as he watched his wife coming up from the river. Inuyasha rose and strode over to the tree to inspect the boy's swing.
"Still working hard?" Sanosuke hated how his instructor slapped him on the back in greeting.
"Always, Uncle Inuyasha."
Sango surveyed the yard filled with her children from next to Kagome. Her eyes rested on her favorite, the one who had so often been neglected by her husband. Although she knew she should love her children equally, she didn't. He was the one that she loved best. He embodied everything she held sacred. He was strong, courageous, dedicated. He worked hard, and he had a good heart. And he looked like his father, so right down to the unruly brown hair. In a few years, she'd remove the headband that had seen so many battles with her so he could wear it. One day she'd show him the picture she would hold sacred for the rest of her days. She heard Inuyasha speaking loudly.
"Today, we work on speed. Run as fast as you can to the God tree and back. We'll do it until you beat me." Sango watched her son, his son carefully. She smiled and clutched the box tighter to her chest. The teacher and student were gone in a flurry of dust.
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A/N: I hope you liked it. I haven't forgotten about "Prisoner of War." I have tried to write the beginning of the next chapter like 17 times. If anyone wants to help me out, let me know. Please review!
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"Come on, Kagome! Will you hurry it up?" Kagome ran into the well house with Inuyasha. She handed him the bag she was carrying then straightened her jeans.
"You're so impatient." She brushed some dirt off of the sleeve of his red t-shirt.
"You can't go without me, and still you keep me waiting. I was going to leave you." She stepped onto the rim of the well and grabbed onto her husband.
"No you weren't."
Shippo sat on the porch of Kaede's hut brushing his long fluffy tail. He sighed as he watched the children run about before him. He and Shiori's pups laughed and rolled around together, dirtying their orange hair though one look in their bright violet eyes would keep him from reprimanding them. Miroku and Sango's children ran all over the place. They hurled new weapons, danced in circles, tumbled over the younger children and his pups. His attention shifted to the one child who looked out of place. Older than the rest, the small boy stood next to the large tree that used to be Inuyasha's favorite swinging a bokken Kagome had brought from her time at it. He hit hard and ricocheted, over and over. Shippo couldn't help but admire the young unruly haired boy. He practiced day in and day out, always vowing to become like the man his father was. The sun was high overhead and sweat dripped off of his arms, but still he swung the wooden sword.
"Hey Shippo!" The kitsune tore his gaze away from the young boy to see Inuyasha and Kagome coming toward him. It had been over ten years and still he couldn't get over Inuyasha wearing what he called jeans and a t- shirt. He had nearly died of laughter the first time he saw him in shoes. Ever since then, Inuyasha had insisted on being barefoot in the feudal era. Shippo rose from his place on the porch and set the brush down.
"Hey guys! How are you doing?"
"We're good. Have you seen Sango?"
"She's down by the river."
"Thanks." Kagome fished into pack for a box and trotted away toward Sango. Inuyasha joined Shippo on the porch.
"He's been practicing constantly. All he seems to think about is becoming stronger. He says he wants to help people like his father." Inuyasha looked toward the young boy. His sword bounced too hard off the tree, and he promptly cursed at it. A smile tugged at the hanyou's lips.
"I know."
Kagome found Sango sitting on the bank of the river scrubbing laundry. She silently thanked God for washing machines. She approached her friend clutching the box. She walked slowly, hesitating after each step.
"Sango." The women turned around and smiled. She dropped the laundry and stood; her stomach rounded a little by yet another child. They had laughed many times about the sudden absence of her husband's favorite line after his third son. Kagome could still remember when Sango found out she was pregnant for the first time. It was two weeks after Miroku had asked her to marry him. The images of tears and smiles were still fresh in her mind. She could never shake the image of Miroku's face. He had smiled so brightly for his wife. They had celebrated so much. Though, Kagome distinctly remembered pain hidden behind that smile. She wasn't sure if Sango didn't see it, or refused to acknowledge it.
"How have you been, Kagome?"
"Oh just great!" She moved to the bank beside her friend. She sat in the sand and removed her shoes. She dipped her toes in the water and motioned for Sango to join her. She placed the box on her lap and stared for a moment before speaking.
"I brought you something." Sango smiled.
"More time, I hope." Kagome laughed.
"Not quite. Recently, a mall bought out a big section of Tokyo. They are going to tear down a lot of buildings including a restaurant called the Akebeko that has been around since the 1850s. So, being a historian for the university, they asked me to go through all the really old files to see if I could find anything interesting." Sango tilted her head.
"So what did you find?" Kagome traced circles on the top of box.
"Well, I found a lot of stuff, including a caricature done by Tsunan Tsukioka. I turned all of it in to the university, and I will probably be working on it for a while. But, as I was digging through boxes and boxes of stuff, I came upon something interesting that I managed to smuggle away." Her fingers slid under the lid of the box.
"Well, what is it." She opened it and handed it to her friend.
"A photograph." Sango sat with her mouth hanging open. She stared at the time worn picture in front of her, and her heart raced. It was a formal sitting of a woman in a waitress uniform, a woman wearing doctor's clothing, and a girl with a long braid. It also had a boy too stubborn to remove his shinai for the picture, a woman whose stomach was swelled with pregnancy and a small man with long hair and a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. But the person who had her complete attention was standing in back. He wore a white jacket that barely concealed his chest, and his hair was everywhere. It would have been even messier had it not been for the white ribbon holding it back. His lips were curved into a small grin. She pushed the photo away before droplets from her chin hit it. She looked at Kagome.
"I made a copy of it. You can have the original. I think that would be best." Sango closed her eyes and put the lid back on the box.
"Thank you."
Miroku stood on the porch next to Shippo and Inuyasha. The hanyou watched as he looked out over his children. His was beaming with fatherly pride. The yard was filled with his babies. His smiled waned as his gaze passed over the young swordsman. Inuyasha had heard many times from Kagome how Miroku never treated him the same, how young Sanosuke was often ignored by his mother's husband in her absence. Miroku's smile turned back on as he watched his wife coming up from the river. Inuyasha rose and strode over to the tree to inspect the boy's swing.
"Still working hard?" Sanosuke hated how his instructor slapped him on the back in greeting.
"Always, Uncle Inuyasha."
Sango surveyed the yard filled with her children from next to Kagome. Her eyes rested on her favorite, the one who had so often been neglected by her husband. Although she knew she should love her children equally, she didn't. He was the one that she loved best. He embodied everything she held sacred. He was strong, courageous, dedicated. He worked hard, and he had a good heart. And he looked like his father, so right down to the unruly brown hair. In a few years, she'd remove the headband that had seen so many battles with her so he could wear it. One day she'd show him the picture she would hold sacred for the rest of her days. She heard Inuyasha speaking loudly.
"Today, we work on speed. Run as fast as you can to the God tree and back. We'll do it until you beat me." Sango watched her son, his son carefully. She smiled and clutched the box tighter to her chest. The teacher and student were gone in a flurry of dust.
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A/N: I hope you liked it. I haven't forgotten about "Prisoner of War." I have tried to write the beginning of the next chapter like 17 times. If anyone wants to help me out, let me know. Please review!