Man, this chapter was such a butthole to write! I had a bad writers block and school work got in the way. Sorry it took so long!


"You tried, you failed, so the lesson is, never try." --Homer J. Simpson (I love that show! )

Disclaimer-- Dont own em, I'm just borrowing them for a while for my own twisted ways. Hehe...

Two weeks later, Kagome was the happiest she had ever been in her life. School work was easy now that she had finished her lessons with Dumbledore, and her friends never wavered from her side. The best thing of all: no medieval Japan (sorry, forgot the name of the time period). No demons, no shard hunting, no more living right on the edge. Of course she still had the responsiblility of the Shikon no Tama, which she wore around her neck at all times, but whoever heard of demons in England? Even if they were here, they were peaceful, for there was no history of demon attacks in Britain.

The only thing she missed were her old friends. She thought about them constantly, never really forgiving herself for never saying goodbye. She was thinking of them one day when she was brought back down to Earth by waving hand in front of her face.

"Class is about to start, Kagome" Harry said just as Professor Lupin walked into the classroom, closely followed by a white cat.

"You're in for a treat today, class. Today's subject was borrowed from a friend, so please be careful with her." With that he picked up the cat and showed it to the class. "This is a demon, very strong and powerful, and this particular one is a cat demon."

Kagome's jaw dropped. All independent thought stopped as she stared at the cat with eyes as big as plates. No...It couldn't be... But she was brought to acception when she saw two tails and a pair of red eyes.

"Kilala?" she breathed, still stunned. By now, Lupin was letting the cat demon be passed around the students, but many refused to touch her in fear. Harry heard her, and frowned as he looked at her bewildered face.

"What's the matter?" he asked, petting the cat demon that had just been passed to him by Hermione. The demon, however, escaped from him and shot into Kagome's arms. By now, Lupin had started his lecturing about demons. Kagome, being the last person to see Kilala , held her close to her, a smile gracing her face.

/Kilala, you're alive/ Kagome said in an undertone so as not to disturb the class. (Remember, she's speaking in Japanese, that would kind of disturb me if someone started going off in Japanese really loud. No offense to anyone who can speak Japanese, I myself think it's a neat language) /I thought I'd never get to see you again! Where've you been all these years/ Kilala just started purring and rubbed her head into Kagome's arm lovingly.

When everyone filed out of the classroom, Kagome followed with Kilala in her arms. Hermione looked as if she was thinking when she saw the pair.

"Kagome, aren't you supposed to return that to Lupin? I mean, it wasn't even his." Ron said, looking curiously at Kilala.

Kagome gazed tenderly at the demon in her arms before replying, "Kilala is her own person, Ron. If she wants to go with me, then it is her choice. She is not held down by ownership." (Sango as an exception.)

As Defense Against the Dark Arts was their last class of the day, they deposited their school things and walked down to the Quiddich field, Kilala following them. The guys were having practice, and the girls came to watch. Kagome wasn't the best with heights, so the high stands were a tad frightening to her. The sun was setting by the time practice was over.

Kagome was to release the fairies into the forest that day, so she waved off her friends and went toward the glowing jars beside Hagrid's hut. She lifted the jars magically and walked into the Forbidden Forest. The trees gave a sense of foreboding, but the aura of the forest was surprisingly somewhat peaceful. With a content sigh she released the fairies from their jars. Kilala jumped up to catch them playfully, but the fairies flew higher when she did so. The fairies all flew around her, singing a last errie song and running their hands across her skin before flying off, their natural glows disappearing into the dark.

The stars appeared as the sun's last light disappeared. Kagome lit her wand, but did not go back to the castle; she wanted to explore. She walked forward into the mist, Kilala at her heels. Soon, she was near the heart of the forest. Suddenly, she dove behind a tree on her right. Again, that familiar presence had made itself felt, and she didn't want to meet up with it if it was evil; she still hadn't figured out who it was.

In a blink of an eye Kilala removed herself from Kagome and zipped toward some nearby bushes.

"Kilala!" Kagome hissed, but did not recieve an answer. A twig snapped and Kagome whipped her neck around to peer around the tree. She sat like that, frozen, and not daring to breathe.

/Hello there./ Said a voice that had come out of nowhere. Kagome screamed in fright and whipped around again to look behind her. A tall figure in a cloak stood there, Kilala in his hands; the same figure that had been at the feast at the beginning of the year. Now that the figure was so close, she knew who this person was.

With a delighted shriek, Kagome threw herself at the figure, giving him a hug that could crush your chest. Kilala jumped just in time.

/Shippo! Oh, how I've missed you/ Kagome shrieked, still not letting go of Shippo.

/Mother, I can't breathe/ Shippo wheezed, and Kagome let go of him.

Kagome looked hard at Shippo, seeing how much he had changed in five hundred years.

He was now a head taller than her, with the face of a man in his twenties. His build was lean but musculer, and his hair was now shorter to wear he no longer needed a bow to hold it back (sorry, but an adult in a bow is a little freaky, especially a guy, no offense to anyone.). Those bright blue-green eyes still showed that same mischief from when he was a boy. She frowned suddenly, something was missing.

/Where's your claws and fox feet, Shippo/ She asked.

/Five hundred years is a lot of time to practice your skills, and I finally was able to change my whole appearance at will now, if I wish, I can even turn my skin dark so I look like a shadow./

Something clicked in Kagome's mind at that moment. /So you're the one who's been following me! You were the one at the feast and at the Leaky Cauldron/

Shippo chuckled. /That was also my account at Gringotts./

/So, how did you manage to come England/

/After you left/ Shippo said, a little hesitant on the subject of her leaving/ and after Sango and Miroku died, I was left to my own devices. I had to survive when all of the other demons died off, so I developed my disguise skills and powers and hid myself in this form for five hundred years. I heard of a magical school, and, since there was nothing to do, I investigated. This was about fifty years ago. I met Dumbledore, who, besides Hagrid, is the only one who knows of my heritage. He helped me settle down here in England, and I've been helping him ever since./

Kagome soaked everything in, bit by bit. /Did they die happily/ She asked quietly.

Shippo's face became sad, and he said/Yes, they did. They married about six months after you left/ a grin slowly grew on his face/and they had four kids. First a boy, then two twin girls, and then another boy. Of course Miroku's lecherous ways were passed onto his boys, but they could control it more. Either they could control it better or Miroku never tried to still his temptations, and I choose the latter./

Kilala grew tired of being in Shippo's hands and jumped into Kagome's.

/Kilala's been with me all these years, too. Good thing, too, or I'd be a dead kit. I was just too curious for my own damn good. Still am, actually./ Both fell silent, only Kilala's purring could be heard.

/You should get back to the school now. If you need me, just give me a call./ Shippo broke the silence, and pushed her toward the direction of the castle. Kagome nodded in agreement, suddenly growing tired. She proceeded to make her way toward the castle, Kilala still in her arms.

Shippo watched his mother go, glad that he had finally, after five hundred years, got to see her again. Even though many questions, including the reason why she had left, had remained unanswered. He sensed that now was not a good time to talk about it.


Ack! It's been forever since I've updated! Sorry, peeps! The next one will probably be a while, too, cause I'm not sure how I should do the next chappie. But don't hate me for it! If you're mad, just beat up Simon!

SM: NOOOOO! GET AWAY FROM ME OR BOB THE BUILDER WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL!

MR: Okay, then... Simon, when did you last take your medication?