Epilouge.

Sango woke, she was utterly confused with no idea where she was, she was also light-headed and a striking throb in her temple was severely troubling her. She only felt light that when she had had severe blood loss. She tried to sit up but a horrible pain in her mid-section jolted her and she lay back down. She was about to make a second attempt when a voice came to her ears.

" Please don't try to sit up. It will only make your injuries worse."

Houshi-sama had been sitting down across the room, most likely meditating when she had woken. And then suddenly. A chilling feeling slid down her spine and deep into the marrow of her bones. Everything flooded back into her head. It was too much. Too much to contain in such a little time.

Tears began sliding down her face. She choked out.

" Why-why would you do t– I was supposed to go with hi–"

Miroku stood up quickly. He gave her an impenetrable stare.

" Do you know what you did to me? In that moment? I thought I had lost you! I thought that you were gone completely!"

Sango was shocked, she had never seen him like this, even in the worst situations he always managed to hand out a smile. She let his rantings and ventings rain down on her.

" I just didn't want to lose anyone else."

"What does it matter?" Sango asked. "Either way. One of us could have died, who knows, maybe that godammed hellhole in your hand will consume you before me. Is that what you wanted?! It's much easier that way isn't it. The man always dies before the woman, then he doesn't have to worry anymore, but if the woman dies before the man he'll have to completely fend for himself."

He dropped down before her. " No."

" Excuse me?"

" No. We had an agreement."

" What are you talking about."

" We promised to grow old together. You promised to bear my children, We promised to slay Naraku together. In doing what you've done. No one is stronger. No one at all. Is this agreement still?"

Sango melted into herself and her eyes glistened with tears. " Where is Kohaku."

" I was praying for him when you woke."

Kohaku lay in the next room. He was still wearing his stained clothes. He looked like Kohaku. Oh he looked like the sweet boy Sango loved so much.

But really he was gone. Sango knelt gently next to him. Pushed his bangs apart and kissed hiss forehead.

" I'm so sorry." a whisper escaped her lips, it was almost just a thought actually. She wasn't sure. It didn't matter.

Miroku stood outside of the doorway waiting for her. She walked back towards him.

" I talked to Inuyasha. He's willing to give one day up to go back to your village and we can preform proper services for him th-"

Sango silenced him. " About the agreement. It's on."

The end.

Okay. Okay. Not as good as I wanted to make it but I did it in 10 miinutes so gimme a break. Anywho. It was just to let you know she didnt die. Who knows I might rewrite it later.

Ciao.