Rating: K/PG
Genre: General/Angst
Pairing: There's some Miroku/Sango if you squint hard enough
Word Count: 180
Summary: A yearly journey, an unexpected pair.
Clutching the wooden prayer beads in one hand, he hefted Hiraikotsu with the other, straining slightly under the weight. Even after all this time, he still was not used to wielding the heavy weapon much less carrying it with him on his travels.
Kirara was his lone companion on the journey, though she was strangely quiet. With a sigh, he readjusted the giant boomerang and continued on the path, keeping one eye on the cat demon at his side.
Together, they reached a small clearing, a crater having left its mark some time ago. A shakujo was planted firmly in the middle, rings gently clinking together in the soft breeze. Scattered pieces of pink armor littered the ground around the staff. Setting Hiraikotsu down, he settled near the edge, paying his respects and offering a few lilies in remembrance of happier times.
Kirara softly mewled, butting his arm lightly. He smoothed her fur, trying to comfort the small cat demon as best as he could.
"Ane-ue would want us to be happy, Kirara. And I'm sure Miroku-sama would as well."