In this chapter I am using the song Two Thousand Years by Billy Joel. I do not own it.

The song reached out and filled Sesshomaru's mind to the fullest.

In the beginning / There was the cold and the night

And the demons


Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light

Foolishly the demons had taught the humans about fire, how to hunt, and how to survive


Man was triumphant

The had taken over everything

Armed with the faith and the will / That even the darkest ages couldn't kill

Their foolish notions that they were supposed to rule this world as well as their sheer numbers, and the fact that the demons would not unite to fight had given them enough of an advantage to win

Too many kingdoms / Too many flags on the field

The flag and symbol of every demon lord that had sent out an army


So many battles, so many wounds to be healed

So many deaths


Time is relentless

It tears at everything, turning the mightiest mountain to dust, rerouting a river


Only true love perseveres

The bonds of love stretched through anything, unbroken and stronger than before


It's been a long time and now I'm with you / After two thousand years

Sesshomaru knew that if it took that long to be reunited with her, he would not make it

This is our moment / Here at the crossroads of time

He had already reached that crossroads and had chosen the path that led away from her


We hope our children carry our dreams down the line / They are the vintage

But no children would carry their memory


What kind of life will they live/ Is this a curse or a blessing that we give?

"A curse." Sesshomaru muttered

Sometimes I wonder / Why are we so blind to fate?

Why did some fight what they had to do?


Without compassion, there can be no end to hate / No end to sorrow

She had taught him compassion, but it had failed him when he had most needed it


Caused by the same endless fears

Being alone. Every beating heart, every living thing needed to be loved, to feel needed and accepted. She had filled that void that he had tried to deny. Now it was back


Why can't we learn from all we've been through / After two thousand years?

Why can't she just forgive?

There will be miracles / After the last war is won

"Just let me see her one more time, just one more time, let me tell her I am sorry."


Science and poetry rule in the new world to come

Logic, it had told the people that magic, demons and all magical creatures were fables, not real. Demons were forced to resume a human form, they had to give up any dealings with anything magical, or were killed as witches


Prophets and angels / Gave us the power to see

The demons had given them the power


What an amazing future there will be

Not for him, not ever for him again


And in the evening / After the fire and the light

At the end of the world, when everything was gone and only the demons remained once more


One thing is certain: nothing can hold back the night / Time is relentless / And as the past disappears

Time, it gave life, and it took life away. But demons were immune. Nothing touched them. Nothing could stop the sun from rising and setting, another could stop night from coming, and nobody could stop the hunt at night.


We're on the verge of all things new

Every day new things were discovered by the humans. New things to make life better. Every day they were on the verge of something else


We are two thousand years

Sesshomaru had forgotten how long he and Kagome had been mates, and had no idea how long since he had first laid eyes on her. She had swept him away, taught him, helped him, and healed him. No amount of time could erase her deeds, no amount of time could undo what he had done.

Sesshomaru walked to the other side of his room where a shattered sword lay in a glass case. The sword made from his fathers fang, the sword that would give back life was broken. The night he had killed his daughter he had tried to bring her back. He had stood over the broken body and tried desperately to bring her back. But something was wrong, the sword would not work. He tried for hours and did not notice the cracks on the blade. For the hundredth time he tried, and the blade shattered. For reasons unknown to anyone, the blade would not bring his daughter back to him. It could raise the dead, but it could not heal the carnage he had left behind.

Sesshomaru reached out and grabbed the hilt, it still had about six inches of blade left on it. He ran a finger down the blade and it cut through his skin, and it was still sharp. He took the sword over the the large desk he had been sitting at. He sat down in the huge chair and lay the sword in front of him. It gleamed in the sparse light that came from the moon. He closed his eyes and made his decision. He opened his eyes and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, but then the next song came on. He smiled and decided he would wait for the last song before he finished.

If you can't guess what he is going to do, well, you'll just have to wait. I am going to get started on the next chapter right away and it should be done in a few days, so it is coming!

Thanks to: The Squabbit, Kira the Mizu Ryuu, Eternal Darkness24, Unicorn'sWhisper, LilAngel. Sakura Tenvaiga for the reviews!