Yami Adritha: Ok, so my updates are a day late. SO SUE ME! Anywhoo,here's the last part of this lil' fic of mine! Enjoy

PS: Since the first chappie was so popular, I decided to trey free- verse poem form again. Hope it's successful!
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Chapter 3:

The End

I am still in shock

Over what we have just done.

It took our parents how many years?

And we did it in just a day.

We defeated Naraku.

There were four of us:

All with our own reasons for hunting Naraku.

Koru, the leader of the wolf demons.

He was my age; his parents died a few years ago.

Nosaka, a priestess- in- training of 18.

A distant relative of hers died at Naraku's hands

Almost a century ago.

And, of course:

Tasku and myself.

Divided we didn't stand a chance,

But united as one, we prevailed.

The strength of wolves,

The spiritual powers of a priestess,

The slaying talents of one,

And the Steel- Cleaving Fang

All banded together

To destroy the hanyou

Who's name means 'Hell.'

It's been a week now.

I'm standing in front of a place I often visited.

A place that has always brought me comfort;

Whether it was some stupid argument with Tasku,

Or killing the most hated demon in Japan-

The Sacred Tree.

Mom? Dad?

What would you say

If you were here with me?

Would you praise me?

Or scold me for being so violent?

Or would you just hold your daughter close,

And not say anything at all?

All I know now,

As I fall to my knees in front of your graves,

Tears running down my face,

Is that I miss you dearly.

I stand to leave,

Wiping the tears away as I do.

'I need to meet the others'

I tell myself, as I turn toward the villiage.

I take one last look up.

Up through the mass of branches and trees of the old tree

Just as I sense someone behind me.

Red- clad arms wrap around me,

Pulling me into a loose embrace.

I turn to look up

And am met with a pair of bright gold eyes.

'I'm proud of you.' He whispered.

My arms flew around the figure,

Glad to hear my father's voice again.

Time seemed to stop.

We just stood there;

Father and daughter, together again.

I wanted this to last forever.

But, as the saying goes,

All good things must come to an end.

I can hear my friends;

Their calling my name,

Wanting me to return to them.

'Go join your friends' Dad says

'I'll always be here if you need me.'

A hand forces me to turn around,

And out of this fantasy.

It's Tasku;

Ranting on again about how I daydream

Or think too much on the past.

He starts to drag me away,

As I take one last look at the old tree.

It was then that I realized

That even though some scars remain;

Like the ones left by losing family at a young age,

There are some things;

Like the bond close friends share,

That will never fade away.
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Yami Adri: Man, I think I went off near the end, but oh well; I just wanted to get this done.

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