Author's Note

*hides behind bunker* okay so I've been gone for awhile…I wonder how many of my faithful readers are still there? But all I can say is this Hiatus has been a mix of Life issues and writers block. So I have re-read my stories (which OMG looking back on them it's a wonder why anyone read the first one…my writing has definitely gotten better) and am ready to try and continue this one. I've missed writing and the nagging feeling of leaving this one undone is driving me crazy. So I hope you all enjoy the second part of Chapter 8.

Sammy-Sama


Chapter VIII: You Laugh Because I'm Different I Laugh Because You're All The Same.

Part 2

Siring pain once again shot up the hanyou's arm causing him to seek the support of a nearby tree in order to stay upright.

"Damn," he cursed, rummaging through this deep violet haori for the vile which was housed inside the small box the two healers had given him. Taking a swig of the eerily green liquid, he waited a few moments for the serum to take effect.

"It would seem that the group you pursue," came a voice from above him, the form a few branches up, his feet swinging back and forth as the feline appendage behind him swayed as well, "Is more formidable than you had imagined Naraku."

Taking a deep breath, feeling the curse's effects ebbing away he replied, "Simply a minor setback, however I have the miko with in my grasp. Once I hold the two most important pieces, the rest will fall. This time I will have my vengeance."

"You know," amused crimson orbs gazed down at the base of the tree, "There was a Chinese proverb that said: He who seeks vengeance must dig two graves: one for his enemy and one for himself."

"Did you honestly think I believed I was going to survive this ordeal?" The hanyou's lips began to curl into a smirk, deep scarlet orbs momentarily flashing brown before returning the crimson gaze, "I had resigned myself to death long ago. Truth be told, I died long ago. However my soul will not rest until I take my revenge on those responsible for the way my life turned out."

The small hanyou's head cocked to the side, his tone questioning, "If you knew already you were going to die then why not just let them be? You could have lived out the rest of your life as they could without ever knowing you'd survived."

"Being trapped in a body that's no longer yours is no way to live, and to live a life that I had no hand in shaping, well doesn't quite appeal to me." Replied Naraku, as he pushed himself from the trunk of the tree and began to head towards his rendezvous spot to await the miko's arrival, "No if you'll excuse me I must take my leave."

Perplexed crimson watched the retreating form, baffled at what had transpired, "That made absolutely no sense and was very uncharacteristic."

"Now that is something even I did not foresee," agreed the figure which had appeared beside the small feline half demon.

With a start the hanyou tried to spin around, shocked at the sudden voice beside him. In his attempt he managed to turn so fast that any semblance of balance he'd had was lost and the small form tumbled out of the tree. Recovering half way down he managed to flip himself so that he's land on his feet.

Crimson gazed up at the branch which the form had previously occupied, the tip of his tale flicking back and forth with annoyance, "You know, I really hate it when you do that."

The faded form of the specter looked apologetically down at the small creature below, "My apologies, I had not intended to startle you Yukio."

With a wave of his hand Yukio continued, "what were you saying about not foreseeing something?"

"It would seem that our enemy is changing," the ancient miko explained, "Though this is something I thought to be impossible."

"Changing how so?" inquired the cat, "Does this have something to do with that stupid curse?"

"Partly," Midoriko confirmed, pushing herself off the branch and floating gracefully to land beside the hanyou, gazing off after the now long gone form of the half-demon, "It would seem that combined with the unique characteristics of that curse, and the fact that not many demons actually remain within that body after having dispelled so many to raise his forces during his first battle with them, that there is a struggle raging within his consciousness."

"You can't tell me that," Yukio began skeptically, "he's trying to fight for control, much like a hanyou does to suppress his demon blood."

The miko's brows furrowed as she thought, "Something similar but, now quite. His body was taken over by hundreds of demons, so it would make sense that once you eliminate those then the original soul would remain."

"But I thought that he had expelled that part of himself before," Yukio countered, "That Muso incarnation, then he absorbed him back into his body and locked away his heart for good."

Midoriko nodded, "He did. For now, let's just see how this plays out. I could just be reading too much into the situation."

The cat shrugged, folding his hands behind his head as he turned to walk in the opposite direction the other hanyou had gone, "Whatever you say. Not that it matters much. It will all end the same way regardless."

"I wouldn't be too sure," The ancient warrior replied thoughtfully, "This could affect the outcome more than you know."


Keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
just stay strong
cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you


Hours passed since the group arrived where their journey had begun, the slayer still enduring the pains of labor. The young monk, though having agreed to stay behind to look for their companions simply couldn't bear the thought of something happening to his wife whilst he was away and asked if the young wolf would assist him in returning. Yumiko agreed, knowing she was one of the fastest ones remaining and hurriedly transformed, allowing the young man to ride atop her back to meet up with the other faction of their group and the slayer.

The traveling party had in the beginning split and begun to keep themselves occupied. The Northern and Eastern rulers had sat down around the nearby fire pit to discuss battle strategies which had then escalated into a full blow debate and then skirmish at disagreeing opinions. All the while the would-be southern heir sat, meditating with the small ball of fluff she called a dog sat, asleep in her lap while she continuously repeated, "I am one with the fluff". For a while this was all rather amusing to those watching, until the two battling demons rolled into the flames of the lit fire, broke apart, and then proceeded to run full speed to the neighboring lake. This of course made the whole situation hilarious.

The young intelligence agent handed the duo towels upon their arrival to the hut where everyone not assisting with the child birth had been forced to gather. By now everyone was bored out of their mind and for the most part simply sat around the fire ring, staring off into either the alluring flames or the sky above.

"Everything will be fine Miroku," assured the young future agent, "You're doing nothing but wearing yourself out by pacing like that."

"You know, having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit," Koji commented, a hand combing his short, silver spiked hair as his gaze landing on the nerve wracked monk currently carving a circle in the ground before the elderly miko's hut with his pacing.

"You are also expecting a child too don't forget," commented Kane with a smirk, "I can't imagine what yours will be like."

"God help us if it has Artemis' temper," the wolf retorted with a sigh, his head falling and began to shake, "I think the world might truly end."

"Well, you know what diaper spelled backwards is?" came the would-be southern ruler from her place across from the group of men, "'repaid', think about it."

Ginger orbs turned towards their mate as an elbow was firmly jabbed into the young woman's side. Amethyst eyes followed the trail of the ginger ones, which were currently locked onto the now stationary monk.

"What's up monk?" inquired Ally, the young heir watching as the young man's expression changed from concern to horror with a blink of her eye.

"What's wrong?" Miroku whispered, frozen in place.

"What do you mean," the young woman continued, "I don't hear anything."

"That's the problem," her mate replied as everyone's attention was then turned to the now silent hut.

For only a few moments, which seemed to go on forever the group and area surrounding them was silent. Not a word was spoken, nor sound made. It was almost as if everything around them was holding their breath, waiting. Fate wouldn't be so unkind as to take everything away from the young couple. The slayer who had lost her family to the evil hearted hanyou, and the monk who'd also lost his father. The powers seeming to continuously take from the two yet never give in return.

When it seemed that all was lost, the monk's shoulders slumped as he took a few steps forward and took a hold of the bamboo door, steeling himself for what lay inside before he faced his wife. Then, no sooner had he resolved himself of the horrible truth that lay before him, a cry erupted from inside the small dwelling. The group positioned outside let out a sigh of relief, and watched as the young man's eyes lit with excitement.

Then out of nowhere came another, more high pitched cry and seemingly almost immediately another. Soon the hut was filled with a chorus of small infant crying, though it was greatly welcomed.

The cries began to draw the villagers from their huts, awoken by the miracle and ventured out to see the new members to their small community.

The bamboo mat was pulled back, the red-headed, fox eared demon coming face to face with the overly excited monk, who in turn took a few steps back. A gentle smile spread across the young Eastern ruler's face as she stepped out into the cool night air and stood before the group.

"Sango is resting now," Bakari began, taking a step to the side, "But you may go in and see her now. Thank you for being so patient."

The young man nodded, needing no further consent, his pace quickened and the mat the was opened and closed in a flash as the monk entered the hut he'd visited so many times before, the young demon returning behind him.

The sight he saw before him however would be one he wouldn't soon forget. The young slayer laid upon the futon, sweat covered her body and her tussled hair that had come undone from its normal pony tail to frame her tired face. Half lidded auburn eyes met violet as the monk took in the sight of his beautiful wife. Crossing the small room he reached the edge of the futon, then fell to his knees, reaching for the young woman's hand.

"You had me worried for a moment there," Miroku admitted, gazing down upon his wife's flushed, tired expression.

"Lord Miroku," came the voice of the elderly miko from behind him, "I would like you to meet your son."

The couple turned their attention to the priestess who slowly hobbled over to them, their new baby boy secured within a blanket in her arms. Strong, rob clad arms reached out and took the small child from the older woman, pulling the infant to rest against his chest.

"What shall we name him?" inquired the slayer, her soft voice barely a whisper.

"Eri," was the monk's reply, gazing into the small face of his son, "He will grow to be a great protector."

Sango smiled, and met her new son's gaze. Auburn eyes locked with matching orbs, however if you looked close enough you could make out the thin ring of violet that circled his coloring.

"I hope you weren't expecting that to be it," Bakari commented as she finished wrapping the last of the new borns and emerged from the back section of the hut, her arms full, "I'd also like you to meet your daughters."

Violet eyes lit up even more so as the demon brought his new baby girls to rest with their mother. The two opened their eyes to meet their parents, one with a chestnut set and the other violet.

"I hope you thought of more than just boy names," Sango said, pulling her daughters closer to her.

"I hadn't," Miroku replied honestly, reveling in the presence of his new family, "You should name them."

"How about Cheiko and Chiemi."

"Sounds beautiful," the monk smiled, and began to rock his infant son.

For a short while the world let the couple drown in their new found excitement. There were no thoughts of Naraku, or impending battles. No worry of being attacked at any moment. There was simply the love they all had for one another and the happiness that comes with the arrival of your child. However, all good things must come to and end.


theres nothing you can say, nothing you can do
theres no other way when it comes to the truth
so keep holding on
cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through.


The small fox ventured into the forest surrounding the village, the area having become home to him after so many years. There had been a time, long ago, when he and his family had lived together happily in their small den. However Naraku had taken that all away from him. The boy had often wondered what made the hanyou do such horrible things. Was it just his nature? Or had events of his past shaped him. He knew the story of the bandit Onigumo all too well and of the half demon's fate, having succumbed to his hatred for InuYasha for loving the woman he'd have no chance in claiming.

The woods around him opened up to the small clearing adjacent to the bone eaters well, the one that housed the sacred tree. Treading over to the thick trunk, the demon plopped down onto a soft patch of grass between two of the many entangling roots.

"There are some things that kids just won't understand I guess," the kitsune signed, leaning his head to rest against the mighty tree's trunk.

A few moments of quiet contemplation later, the young demon's senses began to pick up the presence of two individuals moving rather quickly towards the small village. Unable to pin-point the identity of the intruders, he rose to his feet and took off in their direction in order to intercept them before they reached his home.

Weaving through the trees and small underbrush, the kitsune charged in a dead run towards the approaching duo. So fast was his little legs carrying that he was unable to stop himself in time, successfully colliding with one of the travelers, the two falling to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ouch," Came the small feminine voice of the young girl the demon had collided with as she tried to sooth her bruised tailbone.

"Are you alright Maeko?" inquired the girls traveling companion, reaching a hand to help the girl to her feet.

"I'm fine Makoto," came the reply, "But what just happened?"

Two sets of russet orbs lowered to the sprawled form of the kitsune before them, "Shippo?"

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts; attempting to regain his breath. A few moments later the demon was able to pull himself into a sitting position, emerald orbs meeting the quizzical set, "Oh, it's only you two."

With a smile Maeko nodded, offering her hand to the small fox, "We came to see Kagome."

Taking the offered appendage the demon rose to his feet, brushing the dirt from his attire before answering, "She and InuYasha are missing. Sango needed to return to the village so we split up. The others have gone to look for her though."

The siblings turned to meet each other's gaze, concern evident in their features.

Turning to their friend once more, Makoto said, his voice grave, "Naraku came to see us and I feel that he will soon begin his final plans. We gave him a serum that would alleviate the pain of the curse but not remove it. Once he finds out what we gave him won't cure him I'm sure Naraku will hunt us down."

Emerald orbs widened, taking in the information the duo was supplying him, "We need to warn the others."

Receiving agreeing nods from the duo, the kitsune then took off in the direction of the village, the siblings close behind.


Hear me when I say, when I say
I believe nothings gonna change, nothings gonna change destiny


Chestnut eyes fluttered open, the young maiden noticing a soothing warmth emanating from the small forms before her. Looking down beside her, a loving smile graced her lips. Her three beautiful children sleep soundly between her and her husband. Her gaze landed on each of her new born's faces before coming to gaze lovingly on the man opposite her.

Sleeping soundly opposite her, the man's ebony tresses disheveled, probably from the constant worrying he'd done to the strands. His right arm draped carefully over his three children to rest his hand on his wife's hip. A delicate, soft hand rose to rest daintily on the man's cheek, a slender finger tracing the monk's jaw bone.

The young man stirred, violet meeting the warm face of his wife, "Good morning."

"Morning," the slayer replied warmly.

Looking down with much the same expression of the young maiden, the monk returned his gaze upwards, "Do you have any idea how happy you've made me Sango?"

Sango nodded, "I have an idea, though staying like this for a little while longer would please me as well."

The monk smiled, raising himself onto his elbow and leaned closer to the young woman, being wary not to land on his sleeping children, "I don't see why…"

"Lord Miroku," came the hurried call as the young hanyou burst into the small hut, "Lady Sango we have a problem!"

"we can't." Miroku finished with a sigh, pulling back and turning to face the ruler standing in the doorway. That would be their luck though, right? When something good finally happens, there's no time for them to bask in it.

"What has happened Lady Bakari," the monk questioned, violet locking with stunning gold.

The young half-demon bowed apologetically before righting herself and continuing, "I apologize for the intrusion and if I've disturbed your rest Lady Sango. However the healers have returned and bring word of Naraku."

Nodding Miroku rose to his feet, quickly making his way towards the bamboo screen, the ruler taking a step to the side to let him pass, "Thank you for informing me, I shall see to this at once."

Bakari nodded, turning her golden gaze to the young slayer who remained upon the futon, still lacking the strength to really move about.

The young maiden managed to pull herself into a sitting position as her son began to stir, a small hungry cry escaping his lips as the slayer positioned the boy in her arms so that he may better access to his breakfast.

With a smile across her lips, Bakari gazed at the young slayer as she tried to juggle small infants who upon the firsts cry had sensed it was time for breakfast and had stirred as well, "So was it worth it?"

Chestnut orbs raised to match the golden speckled set of her comrade, a confused expression upon her face before realization dawning and remembering the conversation months ago, "Yes, morning sickness and all."

"See, I told you." The hanyou smiled, before turning and heading in the direction the slayer's husband had gone.

Joining the group outside in the discussion of Naraku's movements and the retelling of the meeting the two healers had had with the hanyou. The group was silent for quite a while after the two had finished, each trying to think of the best means of proceeding.

Naraku wasn't cured of the curse, which was a good sign that he would be weakened due to this when they'd meet up. However once he found out that what he has won't cure him he'd seek them out and most likely kill the two siblings. If they were going to act, they needed to do so quickly, before Naraku had a chance to figure out the duo had crossed him.

"I'll head back at once," volunteered the dog demon, his navy gaze meeting with the violet of the monk's, "You stay here and make sure your wife and children are safe. We have to make our way back this way to head in the right direction anyway so there's no point in all of us going returning simply to back track."

The fire-haired ruler nodded, "That makes the most sense to me. Go ahead and inform your mate and the others. We will await your return and secure the village in case Naraku decides to come after the children."

Seiji nodded, turning his back on the group and taking off at full speed towards the direction of the village to the south. Once far enough away from the village's border the young demon shifted his form into that of his demon dog state, doubling his speed, assuring his arrival was the quickest possible.


what ever is ment to be
will work out perfectly yeah yeah yeah yeah
lalalalalalala...


Crystal orbs watched the translucent game board; keeping his senses trained on the small group huddled around the flickering flame only 40 yards away.

Suspiciously the figure watched as the weary form of the small game piece make it's move towards the opponents queen, the clear piece vanishing instantly.

"He's in check," he demon sighed, waiting for the players next move.

"More like 'check mate', Akio," came the feminine voice from behind the young demon.

The young man spun around, cerulean orbs locking with the specter's deep brown gaze, "So, you're in on this too, huh Midoriko?"

The dead priestess laughed, "I'm the one who sent them here; of course I'm involved. It's because of me that they're in this mess."

"You know you had no control over what happened all those years ago," Akio commented, waving a hand towards the board, the game disappearing in a wisp of smoke.

Midoriko shook her head, gliding across the frigid ground to take a seat next to the demon, floating about a foot and a half above the grass, "I changed my destiny. I saw my death during one of my meditation sessions. I was originally supposed to die an old woman and have lots of children, having passed on my job as priestess to my successor."

Pale blue orbs clouded with confusion, "I wasn't told of that, why would you change such a wonderful life?"

The priestess smiled at the creature next to her, "Because I saw Kikyou's ending, though that didn't change. I saw the young hanyou's fate as well and what horror the world would have turned into if that wasn't reversed. I went to speak with an elderly healer in a town close to here as a matter of fact; and she told me what I could do to change the course of time. At the time I didn't think she had that kind of power, but when I died she showed herself again and explained everything to me."

"You truly are a selfless person Midoriko," Akio commented, sympathy for the young woman beside him lacing his tone.

"And that's why the kamis allowed me to correct this mess," Midoriko answered, "My act had changed this world, but had condemned the poor hanyou. I had seen his future as well and I knew he would meet the young miko from the future and aid him in correcting my mistake."

Waving his hand, calling forth the board once more he pointed towards it, "But as you see, Naraku has captured a very important piece to the game. "

"The queen in chess is a very influential piece, I agree," The dead miko commented, "But he's put himself in a very dangerous position. InuYasha will do everything in his power to get her back, and Naraku will die because of it."

"Why do you have so much faith in them?" the demon inquired curiously.

Midoriko just smiled as her form started to fade, "Because I know Kagome almost as well as I know myself, and I know her strength and how much courage she has. You'll be there to watch over their group and I'll oversee the young miko. They'll do what others said can't be done and finally be able to live in peace."

Akio scoffed as the specter vanished from his sight, "I'd expect you to know her, she is truly your reincarnation's reincarnation after all."


Keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
just stay strong


The small group that remained set out in search of their missing friends just as soon as the storm had died down. Almost as if they'd never even been there, the hut which they'd taken refuge in for the night was cleaned and returned to the state it was upon their arrival before the search party set out into the freshly fallen snow.

The Western Lord watched as his charge gathered up the blanket she'd borrowed from the female hanyou and returned it with a grateful bow before turning to venture outside with the others. There was something off about the young woman's scent this morning. What normally smelled like fresh vanilla was tinged with something, foreign. It perplexed the young lord.

Mia shouldered her backpack, blanket folded in her arms and proceeded to follow the young maiden, "Wait, Rin!"

Rin, having just reached her lord, turned from her place beside him to the woman who'd called to her, "Yes?"

The young hanyou sprinted up to the young woman, extending the returned article, "If you'd like you can hang on to this. It is very cold out and I don't see it getting any better anytime soon. This will at least keep you a bit warmer. It would be very bad if you got sick from all this."

Rin accepted the outstretched blanket and bowed, "Thank you very much."

Mia smiled at the young woman before giving her a small wave and darting up to join the eastern heir and Northern ruler a short distance a head of them, "Don't mention it."

The young maiden wrapped herself in the thick cloth, making an attempt to cover as much of her face from the young lord as she could before turning to face him, "Ready to go, My Lord?"

Sesshomaru stood, his calculating gaze looking up and down his charge, sifting through the layers of her sent before realization dawned on him. The hanyou's attempts at preventing illness was in vain for it would seem a slight fever had already begun to set in.

Turning his attention to the three ahead of him he began to move forward, glancing to his side a few moments later, watching the young woman adjusting her stride to match his.

"If you feel as though you are becoming overwhelmed," The Tai-youkai began, keeping his gaze fixed in front of him, "Don't hesitate to say so. There is no need for you push yourself to the point your illness will spread."

Hazel orbs widened as the woman's face snapped to lock onto her lord, "Lord Sesshomaru…you could tell I was ill?"

Gold met hazel as the demon turned to woman, his expression stoic however she could see the faint traces of something swirling behind his normally cold gaze. What exactly it was she couldn't decipher.

"If you thought you could hide something as obvious as that from a full blooded demon then you are a fool," was the youkai's response.

A small smile spread across Rin's face as she gazed into her lord's eyes, "Are you worried about me, Lord Sesshomaru?"

Shock flashed across Sesshomaru's features before he snapped his attention back in front of him, "Why on earth would I feel concern for a human? I merely wished to avoid any more obstacles from impeding my search for Naraku. The quicker we find the hanyou and his mate the quicker we can get back to moving forward."

Pulling the blanket closer to her, Rin's smile spread from ear to ear. She had come to know her lord very well over the years. She had remained by his side ever since he'd rescued her from the wolves, all those many years ago. She could remember the first time she'd seen the demon, wounded and resting against the tree in the forest near the village she resided. She had wanted to help him anyway she could but a small child could only do so much. He may have wanted to appear frightening to her, ward her off, but she knew that when he'd asked about her injuries that the demon did have another side to him, one that cared and worried. He had given her back both her life and voice that day he rescued her from death's clutches from the wolf's jaws, despite what others believed about the man, Rin knew he was kind.

She cared deeply for her Lord, she would do anything for the man she loved. The maiden had also come to accept the fact that no matter her feelings towards the demon, they may never be returned. To be honest, she was all right with that, so long as the young man didn't turn her way. So long as she could remain by his side, that's all she asked.

The group trekked through the deep snow, searching for any sign of the missing couple. A few hours passed before the search party made their way into the thick forest surrounding the small clearing. A sickening smell wafted towards the group, the demon's quickly scanning the surroundings for the source.

"Look," the Northern ruler commanded, pointing a clawed finger towards a set of footprints in the snow, "Those tracks just appear there and head off in that direction, recon they have anything to do with InuYasha and Kagome?"

"I would have to agree judging by the scent that accompanies those tracks," Kisho agreed, moving closer to get a better look at the impressions left behind.

"Who is it?" questioned the young maiden, halting her movements next to the demon lord.

"Naraku's," Sesshomaru growled, eyes narrowed towards the direction they traveled off into, "Though it would seem he's no longer nearby."

Mia took a quick sniff of the air near the edge of the forest line, trying to stretch her senses out as far as they would reach.

The hanyou forced her demon sense to its max, causing a tinge of pain to begin throbbing in the center of her temple, her expression mirroring what she felt.

Hazel orbs landed on the young half demon, her face contorted in pain. Quickly making her way through the deep snow, she came to stand beside the woman, placing a hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Mia managed to get out before another particular painful throb shot through her head, "Just trying to find out if…"

The hanyou trailed off as a gust of wind traveled through the clearing, bringing with it the scents from where it'd come from.

Without a moment's notice the inu-hanyou pulled away from the attempts of comfort from her future mother and took off at full speed in the direction the foot steps lead, her features morphing from pain to worry and concern. The wind had carried scents from ahead of them, the stronger scent of Naraku mixed with her aunt's and…

"Blood," Mia thought, bursting through the outer edge of the forest, spotting a cave not too far ahead, "Please be all right uncle…"

Faster than any demon could hope to be the hanyou dashed to the cave's entrance, stopping only when she'd reached the stone threshold of the shelter. Blazing, worried amber locked with concerned, saddened auburn.

"I'm glad you're here," Her aunt stood, turning to face her niece.

"What happened Kagome?" the hanyou questioned, her breathing labored as she tried to recover from the burning the cold air had caused to her throat and lungs while she ran, "Naraku's scent is all over the place, was he here?"

The miko nodded, her features blank, her stare almost one to rival the western lord himself, "He was here, and I will be going with him."


cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you
theres nothing you can say, nothing you can do


The translucent form of the specter passed by hut after hut under the cover of darkness from the moonless night. Only after reaching a particularly small hut did she stop and slip through the hanging mat which served as the traditional door.

"I was wondering when you'd show up Midoriko," commented an elderly woman, unseeing eyes rising to greet the ghost in her door way, "It's been a long time."

"Too long, Kita," replied the miko with a warm smile, crossing the small space to sit before the elder priestess, "I understand Kagome and her friends have passed by here recently."

Kita nodded, "Yes they did. However their departure was quite sudden."

"I know," Midoriko agreed, "I thank you for helping her, my friend."

The miko simply shook her head, "I told you all those years ago that I'd help in any way I could. I made you that promise when you came to me and asked about your future. I won't be so stupid as to not help the very people who are fighting to save us all."

"It's funny how naïve the young can be," the specter commented, "How it's not until you age when you gain most of the knowledge the world has to offer."

"You were pretty wise yourself in coming to see me," Kita argued, "And at such a young age."

"Yet now I see that the world will change, albeit it's in half a century," Midoriko continued, "I just wish that people could look past the exterior and judge what's inside. There's simply too much prejudice in the world."

"It's not that they just see the demon or the hanyou," Kita countered, "It's that they don't see the person with in. Humans fear what they do not understand; and only know what demons are capable of."

"Maybe with these two it will be different," Midoriko sighed, her chestnut orbs gazing out the window into the star speckled sky, "Maybe they can show these people that just because you're different doesn't make you evil."

The elder healer nodded, prodding the dying flame before her, "Though not everyone can see with eyes unclouded. Perhaps it's only the blind that can truly see."

"Maybe you're right," Midoriko laughed, "Though you know how strange that sounds right? But I guess you do make a point. If you can't see their appearance you can judge them for who they are. Though I don't see how anyone could think someone like InuYasha with his cute dog ears could be evil."

Kita simply sighed and shook her head, "Weren't we just talking about not judging on appearances?"

"I know," the miko continued to laugh, "But they're just so cute!"

"Perhaps even if the years go by some of us don't gain wisdom, but lose it," The healer retorted, adding one final log to the fire before turning towards her guest, "I fear it's time for me to retire. However I wanted to warn you of something before you go."

"What is it?" the miko asked quizzically.

"I feel something foreboding on the horizon," Kita answered, "A grand battle looms not far ahead."

Midoriko nodded, rising from her position by the flames, "Thank you for the warning and take care my friend."

Kita waved a fond farewell as her friend disappeared before her, "Take care and may you be happy with your next chance at life very soon."


theres no other way when it comes to the truth
so keep holding on
cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through.


"You can't be serious," stated the hanyou calmly, taking a few steps towards the priestess, "Go with Naraku? That's crazy!"

The group caught up to their friend, making their way inside the opening to the small shelter, relieved to see the young woman was unharmed yet the air around them seemed, off.

"What's going on?" Kisho inquired, looking between the two calm expression women before him.

"Kagome here says she's going to go with Naraku," Mia stated, turning her gaze towards her friends, "I think she's delirious or something."

Mournful auburn orbs landed gently on the weak, prone form of the hanyou; ebony tresses fanning angelically around him as he lay on the stone floor of the cave they'd taken shelter in. Knelling beside him, the young miko placed a soft kiss upon his chilled lips.

"Please forgive me," She thought, casting her mate a pleading look as she stood and turned towards her friends.

"Lady Kagome you don't have to do this," came the worried voice of the young eastern heir, a pair of ginger eyes locking with hers, "We'll figure something out, it doesn't have to come to this."

Kagome shook her head, "No, there's no other choice to make. He's given me a chance to get our daughter back and no matter the cost I'm going to take it."

"What if he's after you," the demon argued, "Or if he's after InuYasha?"

"InuYasha will be fine so long as you protect him in my absence," The miko answered, her continence hardening, "I am more than capable of protecting myself."

The young maiden proceeded to tread towards the exit of the small cave, the sun beginning to rise casting its rays of light upon the fallen snow, causing it to glow brightly as the light reflected off the crystals beyond the threshold of the cave, "Just watch everyone for me and nothing will happen."

A petite clawed hand shot and gripped the miko's forearm as she left, startled auburn orbs clashing with a mix of fiery and worried honey.

"You don't understand," the young hanyou stated, "If he has you, he holds the all cards; Kagome think about it. Either scenario is bad. Say he kills you, then what happens? InuYasha turns demon or dies and your daughter is left alone. He kills InuYasha and you'll never forgive yourself and be unstable for the rest of your life; is that anyway to raise a daughter?"

"He needs me, so he won't kill me and it will give you enough time to come after us," Kagome replied calmly, her steeled gaze drifting to her mate once more, "I need to do this, it's the only way."

"Do you really think so?" came the cold voice of the Lunar wolf as she stepped into the stone shelter, "He'll take control of you Kagome, if not physically then mentally. If he looks like you…if our enemy is you…then we can't fight."

"Besides," The young hanyou pleaded, "Sango needs you right now. She said she can't do this without you."

For a brief moment emotion seeped into the miko's gaze as her head whipped around to face her niece, "What's wrong with Sango?"

Puzzled honey orbs traveled to the young monk before answering, "She went into labor last night."

"Sango will be fine," the miko stated, resolved in her decision as she harshly pulled her arm away and continued to the cave entrance; stopped by the wolf, "Don't make me do something I'll regret later Artemis; please."

"Don't go and you won't have to," The ruler retorted, squaring off against the miko.

"Let her go if she's so determined to die," ordered the Western lord from his position in the shadows, the young Lord shielding his charge within his embrace from the arctic wind, both having gone unnoticed until now, "She is more than capable of going against Naraku."

With a reluctant sigh and against her better judgment, Artemis stepped down and moved aside to let the young miko pass; watching until she disappeared into the surrounding foliage.

"Shiro," Artemis called quietly, pulling out the small carved whistle from her pouch and blowing into it to silently call her guardian. Within moments the large spectral wolf appeared, trudging through the remains of the snowstorm to come and sit before her mistress' feet.

Knelling before her companion, the young ruler gently stroked the fur atop her head, "I need you to do something for me."

Shiro licked at her hand in response, her dull orbs transfixed on the young maiden.

"I need you to follow Kagome," Artemis stated, her voice holding nothing but seriousness, "And make sure she's all right. Report back to me should anything happen."

With a short nod and a quiet bark the specter turned and darted after the young miko, disappearing before she reached the tree line.

"Uncle's not going to be happy when he wakes up," Mia commented, crossing the stone to rest beside the hanyou, propping the weakened man's head up to rest atop her lap, "I feel sorry for him, but yet, I know some how everything will be okay."

"How so Lady Mia?" Miroku questioned, for the first time she heard skepticism in Kisho's tone.

With a slight shrug and a small smile the young hanyou gently brushed a few strands of silver from the man's face, "I don't know…maybe Ally's rubbing off on me. But I know that both uncle and Kagome are strong people; and it's natural for one to want to get your child back. It's the strength these two have that make them so different, such wonderful people."

"Some people can't appreciate the fact that strength isn't all that makes someone great or not," Stony orbs locked with hardened honey.

"They're good people," Came the quiet voice of the young maiden in the lord's grasp, "They're kind and pure hearted. Most would laugh at them because they're different; it's not what you see these days. Everyone's only out to help themselves."

"You Laugh Because I'm Different," Mia began calmly, tightening her grasp on the injured man, "But I Laugh Because You're All The Same."


Keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
just stay strong
cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you


The young miko trudged through the thick white blanket that covered the ground, her legs numbing from lack of appropriate attire for the seasonal change. Determined hazel orbs locked ahead of her as she continued through the snow towards the center of the open clearing at the center of the forest.

"You don't have to do this you know, Kagome," came a feminine voice from behind the young maiden, "There are other options."

Translucent brown locked with hazel as the young maiden turned to see the ancient priestess; the very woman who'd told her of her current mission.

"You're wrong," Kagome replied evenly, "There are no other options. This is my only chance to get my daughter back and I'm going to take it."

"And risk everything you've worked so hard to achieve?"

Raven tresses tossed with a combination of the winter wind and the young miko's disagreeing gesture, "I have faith in everyone, and I know that I can do this. He won't get away with this; I'll make sure of it."

With a concerned glance the ancient healer cautioned, "If you think you can do this then I'm not one to stop you. Just remember the consequences that would result should this all backfire."

Kagome nodded. She knew what would happen, she'd run through all the possible outcomes of her decision and knew this is what she had to do. For the past several years her and her family has been put through nothing but agonizing test after agonizing test and has surpassed every expectation of them.

"When this is over," the miko began, her voice laced with determination as her fists clenched at her side, "my family will go home and everything will be back to normal. This world will be rid of the plague that causes it so much sorrow, and maybe, after all is said and done, people might change. InuYasha and everyone can walk down the street and into neighboring villages and not be hated just for what they are."

Midoriko sighed, "I fear that things will become more difficult for you now."

Kagome replied, "Regardless, one way or another has to end."

The form of the ancient priestess began to fade into the tree line, "I wish none of this had been befallen onto you. However I will be there should you need me."

Hazel locked with fading tormented chestnut as the ancient warrior faded away. She would return to her family and they would live out their lives happily.

The miko's head whipped around as her senses picked up a fast approaching energy signature. Almost instantly a dark, thick funnel of dark purple smoke slammed into the clearing, disappearing to reveal the wicked hanyou who'd come to see her.

"I take it you've considered my proposal?" Naraku questioned, a smirk snaking its way across his lips.

"I have," Kagome took a step towards her enemy, "and have decided to accept your offer."

"Very well," the hanyou exclaimed, moving closer to the miko as tendrils of miasma reformed around him, "Shall we be off then?"

If the miko had any thoughts of a last minute escape or rescue they were fleeting and quickly dashed. Once the hanyou stood beside the priestess they took to the skies and vanished. The clearing stood eerily still and silent as a slight wind swept the area. Dull eyes appeared at the edge of the clearing, the form treading to the spot the young woman had been only moments before. The guardian looked upon the now dead earth beneath the treads marked in the snow where the half demon had walked, scorched by the pure evil aura he possessed. With one last look to the sky the wolf took off back in the direction of her master to inform her of the events that had transpired.

Icy orbs watched from their safe vantage point across snow covered clearing, having witnessed everything that had occurred. The form of the young ice wielder leaned against the trunk of a near by tree.

"So," came the quizzical voice of the young fire starter as he crept up behind his friend, "You really think they have a snow ball's chance in hell of defeating him?"

"I do," Akio replied, his attention turned to his comrade, "Contrary to popular belief there are things stronger than fate."

"You do realize how ironic that is," Yukio commented, coming to sit on the patch of earth beside the demon.

"Fate is for those too weak to determine their own destiny," came the pale-blue eyed demon's response as he turned to rejoin his traveling companions, "ironic or not it seems to be true. You realize that soon both you and I will be obsolete."

"For now, you may be right," began the fire demon, "But life can deal some awful hands now and again."

"Each player must accept the cards life deals," came the faded reply, "But once they are in hand, they alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game."

Fire locked with ice as the demon's shared one final glance before disappearing. The wind picked up and swirled around the desolate clearing, every living thing seemed to know that a great battle was soon upon them.


theres nothing you can say, nothing you can do
theres no other way when it comes to the truth
so keep holding on
cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through.


The large form of the navy-black dog thundered through the forest around him. He'd made it back to where he'd parted from his mate about an hour or so after sunrise, noting they were no longer where he'd left them and hoped they had met up with the missing couple. Following the tracks left behind by the search party the demon came across the clearing nestled in the center of the thicket of trees.

There was something odd about this place, he decided, transforming back into his normal state and took a few tentative sniffs of the air. His mate and friends had been through this way recently, he'd figured that. However, what he couldn't understand was why there were a set of tracks with Kagome's scent attacked headed towards a second set with Naraku's. The two met up and then vanished. The only explanation he could fathom would be the priestess had been kidnapped by the hanyou. Hoping that wasn't the case he continued to follow the scents of his comrades, coming upon the cave the half demon and miko had taken shelter in, hearing the arguments rage from within.

"This is stupid!" exclaimed the wolf, slamming a fist into the side of the stone wall, causing a few small chunks to fall from above, "We shouldn't have let her go! God only knows what he'll do to her."

"So, it's true then," the dog demon inquired, taking a few steps inside the stone enclave, "She was kidnapped by Naraku."

"Kidnapped?" the young hanyou laughed darkly, frustrated, watery amber orbs rising to meet the navy ones of her mate, "She went willingly."

Jaw dropped, Seiji continued, "But that's crazy! She knows the risks more than anyone that comes with this guy. What does she think she can do by herself?"

"Apparently he gave her the choice," Kisho explained from his position leaning against a nearby wall, "She could come with him and get her daughter or I imagine he'd kill her."

"Well," Seiji sighed, shaking his head, "Things could get a lot worse from here then."

"How do you figure that?" Artemis questioned, her stony gaze drifting to land on the young youkai, "How could it possibly get worse?"

"Maeko and Makoto arrived at the village late in the night," Seiji explained, "They gave Naraku what he thinks is the cure to the curse Artemis' guardian placed on him. However it just dilutes the effects of the pain slightly. Once he discovers this he will likely track down the two healers and kill them. Though now he might just kill Kagome and Amaya out of spite before the kids."

"Why would anyone do something like this?" the young maiden exclaimed, leaving the warmth of the western lords chest, "They don't deserve any of this! They're good people who have saved so many people and done so much good! The Kamis should not be putting them through this much tragedy, they've gone through enough!"

The demon watched his charge sway slightly mid-speech, "Are you all right Rin?"

Turning to face the young man, placing a hand to her forehead she replied, "I think so, Lord Sesshomaru…"

Not a moment later did the young maiden collapse, Sesshomaru catching her with his one good arm with ease, worry etched upon his normally emotionless features. Despite all attempts to keep her fever down and her illness from spreading, the stress combined with the travel and the cold had caused it to wreak havoc on her body. If measures weren't taken soon, the young woman's life would be in danger.

"We need to get back to Kaede's," Stated the hanyou, gently placing her uncle's head upon the stone floor, "Seiji can you help carry him please? We need to get his wounds taken care of and I fear Rin's condition will only worsen from here.

Sounds of agreement echoed around the small area, the Western Lord summoning his cloud for transportation, taking to the skies towards he's brother's village to seek help for his charge. Artemis and Kisho watching as the two took off as fast as the lord was able.

"Can you transform for me? That seems to be the fastest way we're going to get there." Mia inquired, bending over to get a hold on her uncle, pulling him to his feet and propping him up with an arm slung across her shoulder.

Her mate simply nodded, transforming as Artemis and Kisho turned to aid the young hanyou in lifting the injured half demon atop the dark dog demon. Mia climbed upon her mate, positioning her uncle against her chest, embracing him gently.

"Let's go home Seiji." The young woman said with a defeated sigh.

The demon nodded his head, taking off in the direction he'd come, the other two following close behind. Things were not looking good for the group, and only time would tell the outcome of the impending battle. Though one thing was for sure; Naraku must be pretty confident to pull a stunt like this. And that confidence, perhaps, would be his downfall.


Author's Note

Chapter 8 finished! I will try to be much quicker in my updates and I really think now that I've gotten rolling again I can finish this thing. Thank you all for keeping up with me and I hope those of you who have stuck with me since the beginning will continue to do so now that the story has taken its final story line ark.

Sammy-Sama