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A/N: Keep in mind this is taking place a year after Inuyasha's death-ALOT has changed over this time, but mostly just the people.
Chapter 3
A young couple stood in the shade of a giant tree, surrounded by woodland. The young youkai-exterminator held a small baby in her arms, wrapped in blankets, as the young monk prayed a moment over the grave they stood before. Miroku's eyes lifted softly, fetching a glance at his bride, Sango. She held within her arms his pride and joy-a son.
She smiled meekly at her child, then gazed back at the grave in deep thought before speaking in her usual voice. "Miroku...what do you think it would have been like...if Inuyasha had lived?" sunlight played off face as she shielded the baby in her arms protectively. Miroku thought back, sighing. "I'm not sure...we may not have had Kasaku, but I am quite sure that Kagome woul have been very different indeed." the yound monk pondered over his child deeply, before taking the bundle from his wife's arms carefully.Sango bent down and placed a few flowers on the grave, touching the stone thoughtfully with a gracing finger, then looking up at her husband of 11 months.
"I worry about Kagome...Inuyasha isn't aroun anymore and...well-the way she has become lately puts me on edge.." "Hai, she hasn't mentioned Inuyasha since...the day he died-when anyone brings it up she silences them swiftly...I believe she is still holding it against him." "One year...it will be one year tonight since he..." a small kitsune approached the grave with a handful of flowers, speaking in a mournful voice, followed by Kirara. "Shippo...have you seen Kagome?" Sango looked around. "I don't expect she will be coming to the grave..." Shippo said, almost in tears, as he laid the flowers down near Sango's. A few other items layed around the gravestone-the villagers had sometimes brought their children by-retelling the story of the brave hanyou who lived in the village and leaving respectful items.
The couple awed their child a moment, then the group said a last pray and headed back toward the village.Sango and Miroku were now living by Kagome, who also had a hut of her own that the villagers built for her in respect-seeing as when Inuyasha died, she began to learn to focus her miko energies with Kaede's guidance, and the villagers saw her as a powerful miko protector for their village. Kagome watched over the almost fully completed Shikon No Tama. Very few fragments remained.
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Just by the grave, a shadowed figure stepped into the sunlight. Lord of the Western Lands stood before his half-brother's grave, where a year earlier he had visited. Sesshomaru now gazed upon his brother's tomb in disgust. "Inuyasha...this girl of yours-Kagome-she has become a great problem for demons-much more so than that Kikyo woman. She persists to improve her abilities...she is becoming irrational in her killing of demons-and I fear that if I were to take her on as she is-she may actually prove more than worthy...and she is growing stronger everyday without distraction...but you little brother-will be no challenge at all...you will slowly kill this girl's resistance-and thus weaken her growing abilities. You Inuyasha, will be her ultimate distraction."
Sesshomaru lifted a hand, scattering a sort of powder across the grave site, then it would seem he was moving the earth beneath the surface as he reformed the long since disintigrated remains in the soil, once he was satisfied with the reformation, he put his hand to his hilt. Sesshomaru's blade sang as it was pulled slowly from it's sheath. He held Tensaiga firmly in his hand, then sliced the ground with several long, distinctive blows, unsettling the ground as everything went still.
"Now we wait for the flesh and bone to extensively heal...and your soul to find it's way back of course...then Inuyasha...you will find out just how much things have changed." Sesshoamru walked away as the sun began to fade.With the dusk approaching the ground beneath the stone began to slightly glow with a warm light. Around 12:00 midnight, something shot into the grave, followed by something springing up from it's depths. A silver haired hanyou breathed coursely-bathed in moonlight as he looked over his clothing.
"No wounds...my clothes are in tact...what happened to Naraku?! ....wait...where....that's right- I was dead..." the silver blurred through the forest, dust wrestling from his newly formed figure and clothing, then his large form burst into hut, where the familiar scented occupants gazed up in horror at the ghostly figure's ember eyes.
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Sorry it took me a while to update-promise to update faster! I also promise to make them longer. R&R! ;)
A/N: Keep in mind this is taking place a year after Inuyasha's death-ALOT has changed over this time, but mostly just the people.
Chapter 3
A young couple stood in the shade of a giant tree, surrounded by woodland. The young youkai-exterminator held a small baby in her arms, wrapped in blankets, as the young monk prayed a moment over the grave they stood before. Miroku's eyes lifted softly, fetching a glance at his bride, Sango. She held within her arms his pride and joy-a son.
She smiled meekly at her child, then gazed back at the grave in deep thought before speaking in her usual voice. "Miroku...what do you think it would have been like...if Inuyasha had lived?" sunlight played off face as she shielded the baby in her arms protectively. Miroku thought back, sighing. "I'm not sure...we may not have had Kasaku, but I am quite sure that Kagome woul have been very different indeed." the yound monk pondered over his child deeply, before taking the bundle from his wife's arms carefully.Sango bent down and placed a few flowers on the grave, touching the stone thoughtfully with a gracing finger, then looking up at her husband of 11 months.
"I worry about Kagome...Inuyasha isn't aroun anymore and...well-the way she has become lately puts me on edge.." "Hai, she hasn't mentioned Inuyasha since...the day he died-when anyone brings it up she silences them swiftly...I believe she is still holding it against him." "One year...it will be one year tonight since he..." a small kitsune approached the grave with a handful of flowers, speaking in a mournful voice, followed by Kirara. "Shippo...have you seen Kagome?" Sango looked around. "I don't expect she will be coming to the grave..." Shippo said, almost in tears, as he laid the flowers down near Sango's. A few other items layed around the gravestone-the villagers had sometimes brought their children by-retelling the story of the brave hanyou who lived in the village and leaving respectful items.
The couple awed their child a moment, then the group said a last pray and headed back toward the village.Sango and Miroku were now living by Kagome, who also had a hut of her own that the villagers built for her in respect-seeing as when Inuyasha died, she began to learn to focus her miko energies with Kaede's guidance, and the villagers saw her as a powerful miko protector for their village. Kagome watched over the almost fully completed Shikon No Tama. Very few fragments remained.
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Just by the grave, a shadowed figure stepped into the sunlight. Lord of the Western Lands stood before his half-brother's grave, where a year earlier he had visited. Sesshomaru now gazed upon his brother's tomb in disgust. "Inuyasha...this girl of yours-Kagome-she has become a great problem for demons-much more so than that Kikyo woman. She persists to improve her abilities...she is becoming irrational in her killing of demons-and I fear that if I were to take her on as she is-she may actually prove more than worthy...and she is growing stronger everyday without distraction...but you little brother-will be no challenge at all...you will slowly kill this girl's resistance-and thus weaken her growing abilities. You Inuyasha, will be her ultimate distraction."
Sesshomaru lifted a hand, scattering a sort of powder across the grave site, then it would seem he was moving the earth beneath the surface as he reformed the long since disintigrated remains in the soil, once he was satisfied with the reformation, he put his hand to his hilt. Sesshomaru's blade sang as it was pulled slowly from it's sheath. He held Tensaiga firmly in his hand, then sliced the ground with several long, distinctive blows, unsettling the ground as everything went still.
"Now we wait for the flesh and bone to extensively heal...and your soul to find it's way back of course...then Inuyasha...you will find out just how much things have changed." Sesshoamru walked away as the sun began to fade.With the dusk approaching the ground beneath the stone began to slightly glow with a warm light. Around 12:00 midnight, something shot into the grave, followed by something springing up from it's depths. A silver haired hanyou breathed coursely-bathed in moonlight as he looked over his clothing.
"No wounds...my clothes are in tact...what happened to Naraku?! ....wait...where....that's right- I was dead..." the silver blurred through the forest, dust wrestling from his newly formed figure and clothing, then his large form burst into hut, where the familiar scented occupants gazed up in horror at the ghostly figure's ember eyes.
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Sorry it took me a while to update-promise to update faster! I also promise to make them longer. R&R! ;)