A/N: Requested by raphlover2012. I'm sorry it took so long and isn't too good. I can't write believable Kikyou.
House
"Honey, I'm home!" called a tad too cheerful, a bit awkward voice from behind the reed flap covering the door. Kikyou looked up and saw the man enter the hut - his gentle eyes full of amusement despite a faint blush coating his cheeks.
"Welcome home, darling," she said, cued by a girl sitting next to her. She was seated near the fire and was preparing tea, but when the man came in, she stopped and smiled at him shyly. A dozen children ran to greet the man, exclaiming 'daddy' and bouncing around him excitedly. He laughed goodhearted and the shard in his neck - one that only Kikyou could see - glowed with the purest light.
She remembered how not more than a couple minutes ago he had asked her to indulge the orphaned children in his care and play house with the. And now she was sitting there, watching him being led to her by the crowd of happy children.
This, this domestic life of a wife was what she had always craved and had always been denied. A regular man for a husband and a crowd of children she could love and care for. No constant awareness of her surroundings, alertness for any youkai that could attack.
The same girl nudged her gently again.
"Oh...? Ah, yes. How was your work, Suikotsu?" she asked the man that was sitting down near her. His cheeks flared and she knew hers were as red as his. The gaggle of the children seemed not to notice, happily yelling to their parents about all the things they could do or wanted to do with them.
"It was alright," he cast a sideways glance at her, so adorable in his timid shyness. Then he turned his attention to the children, listening to them, watching their antics and playing his part.
in his gentleness was the inner strength, confidence of a healer that wanted to help others and take care of those weaker than himself. He was nothing like Inuyasha, never raising his voice, never violent, never acting reckless. He was much like herself and since the first day she had seen him she knew - finally knew for sure - that her relationship with Inuyasha wouldn't work, no matter if he would have been human or hanyou.
Their personalities wouldn't match and youkai blood or its lack wouldn't change this.
It was truly tragic, that she had never found the perfect man for herself in her life, but in her death. Now both were not belonging to this world, two souls that were bound to wander this realm by the will of another, two caring people wanting to help those in need, two people wishing for a safe home and family.
"Wife?" Suikotsu smiled at her and she returned the smile, dropping her melancholic musings and playing house with her rag-tag 'family', praying to the gods that she could keep playing forever. In the eyes of the children and the man calling her 'wife' she could see the same desperate longing, one this simple play couldn't quell. but could make it lessen for a time.