XXXXII.
"Kagome...I love you." Inuyasha said.
The house was covered in death, and then, it was burning. Kagome had decided she can't live there. Not with Kikyo dead. Not with her being the last Vampire in the area. "I know...but..."
"Please."
She looked into his begging eyes. Somehow, she had fallen in love with them, and she couldn't resist. "Are you sure?"
He nodded. She put her mouth to his neck, and she turned him.
Sango walked to them when they were done. "Kagome...I'm going to miss you."
Kagome looked at her dear friend. She felt a tear running down her face. "I...I hope you and Miroku are happy."
The two hugged, and Sango got in her car. She watched as her best friend and Inuyasha walked off into the distance, away from the house. And so, she started her car, and drove home.
XXXXIII.
"Grandma, did they live happily ever after?" The little girl asked.
The old woman with the white hair smiled. "Of course they did." The little boy next to his sister pulled on his ponytail. The old woman laughed. "You look so much like your Grandfather, God bless his soul."
The little boy looked up at her. "I know. You tell me that all the time. But what about Sango?"
"Ahhh..." The old woman leaned back in her rocking chair and stared at the ceiling. "She is still around today."
"Awww..." The little girl yawned. "I'm sleepy. Can you finish the story really fast?"
Her grandmother looked at her. "I already did, child."
"No you didn't." The boy took his sister's side. "You haveta say 'the end' for it to be the end."
"Oh, the end, then." She laughed. "Come on, it's past your bedtime."
When her grandchildren were tucked in, the woman went to her bedroom. She looked at a picture on the nightstand. Her old, wrinkled finger slid across the glass. "Miroku..." She whispered.
The bedroom window opened. Shocked, the woman looked at it. She rubbed her eyes, just to see if what she was seeing was real. "Kagome?"
The black-haired woman nodded. "Sango...it's been so long."
"Hm. Yes, yes it has. You haven't changed much."
Kagome laughed. "I know. It's been...forty years?"
Sango nodded. "I always wanted to hear from you."
"Well, you just did."
They were silent for a while, then Kagome spoke again. "I have to go now. It takes so long to get back and forth."
Sango lowered her head. She felt a warm tear come out of her eye. "I guess this is finally goodbye."
Kagome smiled, and left.
Sango fell asleep that night. She left her dreams and found herself back many years before, with Miroku and Kagome, laughing like they used to.
The next morning, her daughter came by to get her children, only to find her mother dead. At the funeral, Sango's daughter saw a young woman behind a tree. She remembered seeing this woman somewhere, but then it hit her. She remembered back to when she was seven.
"Mommy, who's
this?" She pointed in an old photo album.
Sango looked at the
picture, and she closed the book and sat on the couch.
The little
girl followed her. "Mommy, what's wrong? Was it that
lady?"
Sango was crying. "Yes, yes it was."
"Who
is she?"
"She...she was the most amazing woman I had
ever met."
"Will I get to meet her?"
Sango shook
her head. "No, no. She's gone."
"You mean she's
dead?"
Sango sighed. "If only. If only."
The end.
