Author's Note:

This time we are going at how Sango, and Miroku are doing… hm.. I wonder. Anyway I hope you enjoy this Epilogue as well as the last one. Then after all the Epilogues are done, then I will move on to my next series… called, Midoriko's Curse. Finally, I dedicate this chapter for Bakura's Girl88, for helping me come up with a name.

Epilogue: Lecherous Demon Slayer

After the battle with Naraku, Miroku examined his right hand that once had the hell hole. Testing it about a thousand times, to make sure it was gone, he went over to where Sango lay hugging her brother.

"Sango…" said Miroku, as he smile and the sun made his teeth shine.

"Yes, Miroku," said Sango walking over to him. That brief moment they looked one another in the eye, but then Miroku walked even closer, and hugged her.

"Sango… I love you," said Miroku, with a face of happiness.

"Miroku, I ll…" said Sango, but her words were interrupted…… 'rub, rub, rub'

"LECHEROUS MONK!" she yelled as her right hand collided with his face. Miroku held his face with his left hand, but then all of a sudden he felt Sango's body press up to his.

"Miroku… you know I love you," said Sango, as she went on her tip toes and kissed the monks cheek. Miroku returned the kiss, and then put Sango in a bear hug. Kohaku walked off bored of his sister's love. However, he felt an arm on his shoulder. Looking behind his back, he saw Miroku.

"Kohaku, let's go home," said Miroku embracing Kohaku like a brother took him back to Sango. Picking up Shippo, and Kilala, Shippo took Miroku, and Kilala got Sango, and Kohaku. Flying halfway they met Totosai who said that the evil presence of Yamibatou has vanished. However, that was not all Totosai said.

"Young fox demon, would you like to be an apprentice?" asked Totosai. Shippo didn't even know what to say, but he knew that his fox fire burned into the blade could create illusions.

"Totosai, I may, but I don't know yet," said Shippo with unease, and at the same time trying to act mature.

"Oh, don't worry, I have food for you too as well as a home," said Totosai, "in other words... I would be like a father to you." Shippo was left speechless as tears rolled down his face.

"So be it, but I will try hard," said Shippo as he threw Miroku onto Kilala's back. Then he transformed back to his fox form, and climbed onto Totosai's three eyed cow.

"I'll see you guys later," said Shippo, as the cow flew off.

"I guess it's only us now," said Miroku with a smile on his face, as he Kohaku, Sango, and Kilala look at him. On their return they repaired one shed. Sango had grown to trust the monk even though he was perverted. While Kohaku went to gather some water for the food they were going to cook that night. With Kohaku gone, Miroku decided to make his move now. Minutes earlier Sango had announced that she was going to go clean herself, but before she left she eyed, the monk that she knew would follow. As he got closer to the hot spring where Sango was supposed to be he saw it. Her body in the moonlight was perfect to him. Though her back could have been better, she had a scar on her back, where Kohaku's sickle had been stabbed. Careful not to make any noise, he stipped himself of his monk robes, and slipping carefully in dove underwater. Sango's senses were well for she was not even inside the pool. Watching the monk from the tree in her demon slayer uniform, she had used her bladeon a large piece of rock to look like her life sized body. As the monk pounced on the statue he started kissing the face, but then as he said," my dear Sango, will you bear my children," he did not feel the slap like he usually would have. At that moment he opened his eyes. There in front of him was Sango's stone carved face and a few feet away he could hear laughter.

"Oh my god monk… You fell for something that stupid!" her eyes watering from laughter. Miroku embarrassed by the incident took his chance to leave, but at that moment Sango had undressed from her uniform, and had swam up to the monk.

"Miroku," she said still snickering, "you know I love you, too." That night Miroku's wish for Sango to bear him a child was granted. Although even from far away every time Miroku's hand touched her body a slap could be heard echoing though the forest. At the sound of footsteps, Sango, and Miroku immediately dressed themselves, climbed a nearby tree and watched who it was…

"Sis… where are you," cried Kohaku, "I got the food ready, and that monk wasn't there and you told me to warn you if he left."

"Kohaku!" yelled Sango from a tree, "great job on listening to me, but you are a bit late, the monk's right here with me." Afterwards they all went back to their village, where they ate and had fun… but something new was about to happen. Nine months later, Sango was pregnant, with Miroku's child. One week later, they called village doctor nearby for help. As the birth of Miroku son was born, Miroku jumped out with joy. As the village doctor wrapped the infant in some sheets and handed the bundle to the new mother, Miroku asked, "What should we name him?" Sango merely looked at her husband, but then started laughing.

"What… what's so funny," said Miroku, taking the bundle and looking at his son.

"Tis a girl, young monk" said the doctor, who started snickering to himself.

"WHAT?" exclaimed Miroku as he unwrapped the baby revealing it's small infant body.

"What in the name of Buddha?" he asked as he saw that the baby did not have anything. At that precise moment Miroku fainted.

"Miroku… what's wrong with a daughter?" asked Sango as he regained conscious.

"Nothing, I was just thinking our child would be more like me," said Miroku, as he smiled at how much his son would have been like him, if he had, had a son.

"What shall we name her?" asked Sango cradling the new infant. The new infant started crying for it was hungry.

"First of all let's feed her so she'll stop crying," said Miroku as he covered his ears. However, before Sango could feed the new infant, they saw something on the child's right hand…

"What… no… not my baby," said Sango as she covered the tiny right hand.

"I'll go get Master Miastu," said Miroku as he leapt through the door, and started running back to the Buddhist shrine that he once called home.

"Old fool," cried Miroku as he reached his destination. His foster father stepped out, drunk as usual, and had something in his hand…another set of prayer beads.

"Let me guess… your woman finally bear you a son?" he asked, but in between his words he hiccupped now and then.

"Daughter actually, but thank you, I must be returning soon," said Miroku grabbing the beads and leaving. On his return he noticed that Sango was crying. As he entered the hut there their child was growing a barely visible wind tunnel on her tiny right hand. Before Sango could stop him he ripped a piece of cloth from his robes, and fastened it around the infant's arms. Then, taking the prayer beads he wrapped them gently around the cloth. The baby instantly stopped crying, and went sound asleep.

"Thank the heavens you got back in time Miroku," said Sango, her cheeks slightly blushing.

"No big," said Miroku, looking at his own right hand… what did this mean?

"Is Naraku curse still set upon me, even though I am sure he is dead?" thought Miroku. As night became dawn that morning Kohaku went to gather firewood, but he did not return. As Miroku went to see for any signs of struggle, there was. Some of the trees were cut clean in half, with what could have been Kohaku's chain sickle, or a blade. To his horror he saw the chain sickle nearby imbedded in a tree, covered with blood. The chain was gone, as well as the brother of Sango, Kohaku. On his return he handed the sickle to Sango saying nothing. As Sango mourned over her lost brother again, Miroku came up to and told her what they should do with their daughter…

"Sango, just in case that Naraku has returned or some incarnation of Naraku is after us once more, we have to train our daughter to succeed in what we failed," said Miroku trying to smile at her. She merely nodded as she went back over to where their daughter lay sleeping.

"What shall we name her?" asked Sango.

"I figured Kimiko would be an excellent name seeing it means small, but one without an equal," said Miroku scratching the infants stomach as she woke up from her sleep. With tiny fits of laughter it sounded like the infant loved the name.

"Then it is decided… our daughter's name will be Kimiko," said Sango.

8 Years Later

"Come on Kimiko come at me," said Miroku holding his staff diagonally.

"Father, I don't want to hurt you," said Kimiko, holding one of Sango's blade boomeranges.

"Don't worry you won't," said Miroku charging his own daughter. His daughter was an excellent swordsman, though she was young she was quite good. As her father had charged she had thrown one of the blade boomerangs. While her father was focusing on dodging that she charged, at his unguarded left side. Miroku deflected the boomerang, but his daughter had gotten the better of him. Finally, Kimiko was close enough and threw the other blade at her father's left side. Miroku, was barely able to defend himself as the blade caught his staff and sent it in the air. Then all of a sudden Kimiko appeared behind Miroku, and grabbing his left hand twisted his arm behind his back. Then miraculously she untwisted his arm, and at the same time, threw him over her back. Drawing her last weapon, a regular katana, she put it up to her father.

"Excellent job, Kimiko," said Sango from the side.

"Ouch," said Miroku holding his left arm. The family had gotten quite better. Miroku, no 28 was now only a pervert to Sango, but he still wore the same violet robe he usually wore. His hair was still tied in that pony tail way, and finally, his staff was still with him. The only thing that was now missing from the monk was his Wind Tunnel, but he still had the cloth, and beads wrapped around, just in case that someday Naraku had fooled them again, then he would be ready, without hurting anyone. Sango, is now 26 years old, but she has changed a lot. Though her hair was now simply always down, she still wore the same clothes she wore, the green skirt, and the pink and white upper kimono. She had also given most of her weapons for her daughter to train. Their daughter, Kimiko was the most stunning of the two. Though she had inherited Sango's good looks, but Miroku's attitude of being a pervert. Her hair was just like Sango's when she went to hunt demons. She wore simply, a pink kimono, but the bottom of it had been cut at the side so her legs could maneuver. The kimono had chrysanthemum patterns everywhere. Finally, on her right hand she had a pink cloth that was wrapped around from her hand to her elbow. The beads were red, unlike her fathers. Finally, at the back of her kimono lay two sheaths for the boomerang blades. With the help of a sash, she had tied the katana's scabbard onto her back. As she sheathed her katana her father looked at her proudly.

"Kimiko, you have honored us," said Miroku, however, as he raised his right arm pat his daughter on the back, Pang!... an arrow was in between Miroku's hand. As Sango saw this, she looked in horror at her husband.

"Miroku are you okay?" she asked checking the arrow out. Before Miroku could answer, Sango pulled the arrow out, but on the arrow was a seal of some sort… or more like it a curse. On the curse it said "abyss."

At seeing the scroll Miroku felt pain once more erupt from before on his right hand. Removing the beads from his hands he looked at where the arrow had pierce. The skin at the top of his hand was healing up, but the bottom did not. It was growing, and for making up for lost time the black hell hole had already gotten larger than it had ever had.

"Miroku, I won't lose you," said Sango kissing her husband. Her husband closed it as quickly as he could, but as he had finished closing it, he knew what he had to do.

"I must leave once more… I think Naraku is back," he said, but before he left, a woman stood before him, holding a bow.

"The curse I have placed upon you once more will devour you, and will in a matter of a few years," said the woman.

"I have accomplished two out of three tasks, I must get the other now," she said. She was no one that Miroku remembered, but he could sense demonic aura within her, even though she looked human. Then he heard a swish behind his back. Instinctly sidestepping, Kimiko's blade boomerang flew past him and towards the woman, but as the boomerang seemed like it would hit, the woman disappeared.

"Father, you stay here, I'll save our family," said Kimiko, as she motioned for Kilala to follow.

"No, I must do this myself," said Miroku, but he was stopped as his daughter appeared in front of him, and punched him in the stomach. Miroku fell unconscious, but Sango did not stop her daughter, she knew perfectly well, that besides inheriting her beauty, Kimiko had inherited her stubbornness.

"Kilala, look after my daughter," said Sango to Kilala, as the feline jumped off her shoulder, and ran towards Kimiko. Kilala transformed, and motioned for Kimiko to jump on. After they left, Sango dragged Miroku into back into the hut where at that moment, Miroku opened his eyes.

"I knew she would to that," he said, and went to sleep. Tracking down their new enemy Kimiko asked if Kilala sensed anything, but she did not.

"Who was that crazy witch," thought Kimiko, but her thoughts were answered by the sounds of clashing swords from a nearby village. She landed to investiage…

Author's Note:

Ok, who is next now? Ok I need some reviews or I may not continue the next series but garanteed that it will be greater than this one. Finally, if I find out you used my idea, without asking then I will be mad, which includes title, descriptions of my swords, and finally, any of the names. I got those names from the help of people, but I dedicate chapters in their name for a reward. Anyway… How did you like this chapter? R & R