Author's Note: Just thought I should pop in BEFORE the story and tell you there's a bit of a lemon in here. Nothing major, at least I dont think so, but just warning you...

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

Summary: Inuyasha is presented with a one-time opportunity – to become a full demon. With his childhood years, not to mention the first ever reason for hunting down the Shikon Jewel in mind, his choice seems apparent – a no-brainer. But there's a catch. Becoming a demon will mean giving up the life he knows now. In fact, only he will remember his life as a hanyou, while others will now only know him as Inuyasha the youkai. Is he willing to give everything and everyone up?

Chapter Three

"What are we supposed to do now?" Shippo said in a sob. "Just what are we supposed to do?"

"Be at ease child." Kaede said. "Do not worry. You will wake up tomorrow somewhere new, but it will not be unfamiliar to you. Instead, it will be like you've been there all your life."

"But Kaede, I have no family. I have no where to be." Shippo cried. "This is my family. You guys are my family. And now because of dumb Inuyasha, I'm going to go back to being alone."

"Don't say that dumb half-breed's name." Sango said quietly.

"Listen to me, the both of you." Kaede said. "It seems hard now. But it won't be. Tomorrow will feel like any other day."

"Just minus everyone we know and love." Shippo murmured.

Just then, Sango got to her feet. "I'm leaving."

"Leaving?" Shippo cried. "Why? Not you too!"

"What sense does it make to remain here? I won't be here tomorrow. So I'm leaving."

Sango grabbed her Hiraikotsu and attached it to her back. But just before she reached the door, Shippo held onto her ankles, begging her not to go. Sango looked down sadly at the kitsune and shook him off her, going through the door before he could grab hold of her again, leaving Shippo in a state.

Even as she moved away from the hut, she could still hear Shippo's cries, and Kaede's many attempts to calm him. Her heart broke with every wail, but she couldn't go back. She rather go to sleep alone and wake up alone, than be with people she had grown to love.

Besides, the most important one of all wasn't back at that hut…

She sighed heavily, missing Miroku already. No matter how much she thought him a lecherous monk, she knew in her heart that that was all a façade. That in the beginning she couldn't stand him, but now she had grown to…well, she had grown to love him.

But none of that mattered now, because she was losing him forever.

She spun around aimlessly, not knowing where to go. All she could think about was Miroku. How she wished she had told him just before he left. Maybe that would have made him stay. Maybe he would have taken her with him, and they could spend their last moments of knowing one another wandering together.

When she approached a calm stream, she collapsed on the soft grass. Removing her weapon, she lay on her back, and looked at the sky. The full moon and stars gave her comfort. This is where she would rest. This is the last place she would be during this life.

"Well, well, well."

Sango jumped at the deep male voice. Turning, she found herself looking at Miroku, a smug smile on his face. Sango couldn't fight the urge to smile back. But not only did she smile, she sprung to her feet and embraced him warmly.

"Miroku." She cooed. "I'm so happy to see you."

"I can tell." Miroku said, his tone holding some surprise. When she released him, he asked: "What are you doing here?"

"I…I left." Sango said. "I couldn't stay there."

"I know what you mean." Miroku said. "Every time I looked around that little hut, all I could see were thee memories the five of us made in that room. It was becoming oppressive."

Sango nodded sheepishly. The reason she had left was because she couldn't bear to stay without him, but she'd go along with his reasons anyway.

"So, is this where you're camping out for the night?" Miroku wanted to know.

"Yeah."

"Mind if I stay with you?"

"No, not at all."

The two made their way over to a large mahogany tree trunk, both leaning against it. For a while, neither said anything, not that the silence bothered Sango. She was happy enough just to have Miroku around. The more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to go out alone.

Suddenly, Miroku began chuckling. "It's strange. Had we not been facing such a situation, I would ask you if you would bear my children."

Sango let out a light laugh herself. "You would, wouldn't you?"

"Perfect opportunity, don't you think?"

He had looked at her when he said it. When Sango turned to him, he was still gazing at her with the same intensity as he had back at the hut. She felt like he was drawing her to him with invisible hands. Having no control of her body, she inched closer and closer, until her lips innocently met his.

They rested there for a while, mouths still connected in a simple closed-lip kiss, before Miroku pulled away from her slowly. Sango watched him curiously as he looked down in his lap. He almost seemed ashamed.

"I'm sorry Sango. I had no position to do that." Miroku said. "This is no time–" his words were lost on her lips, now pressed against his again. He had that surprised look again when she pulled back. "Sango, are you alright?"

"Miroku, I'm going to tell you something." She said. "I love you. I really do. And its unfair, because after this moment I'll never see you again. And if I do, I probably won't know who you are…but I know what I know right now. And that is that…I love you."

Miroku had been grinning since her first declaration, but now he was smiling from ear to ear. "Sango! I love you! I love you so much!"

They embraced each other tightly, before pulling back to look in each other's eyes. "Let's not waste a moment we have together." Miroku murmured.

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Before Sango could agree, his lips crushed into hers again. But this time, their kiss was anything but innocent. On impact, her lips parted slightly, giving his tongue all the room it needed. He knotted a hand in her long brown hair, bringing her head closer to his as their tongues danced. His free hand snaked around her body, trying to bring her nearer to him.

They broke away for a moment, just as Sango climbed into his lap, straddling him, before going back at it again. His hands dipped into the folds of her top, opening the shirt so that her flesh was exposed. She broke the kiss, feeling slightly embarrassed at her nudity and feeling the urge to cover up. But Miroku held onto her wrists and whispered assuredly in her ear not to worry.

"I only want to please you" he murmured.

His lips danced around her ear, his breath tickling her skin. Slowly, his mouth travelled downwards, over her chin, her neck, to her collarbone. She let out a tiny gasp when she felt his lips go further down to one her breasts, his warm mouth covering her nipple. Immediately, she plunged into a world of ridiculously wonderful sensations she had never felt before. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan of pleasure as his mouth sucked the flesh of her bosom, his tongue massaging the hardening nipple. Back and forth, left to right, he suckled her like a newborn baby.

She felt him hardening beneath her, pressing against the inside of her thighs. When his mouth moved away from her bosom and met her mouth again, she felt him shifting beneath her so that his robe gave way for his rod. Soon she felt the bare organ against her. She quivered with anticipation.

He lifted her skirt, pulled it up to her waist. Then he kissed her again, not as feverish, but slow and lovingly. He shifted beneath her again, so that he was slowly fixed inside her. She gasped at his entry, but it was swallowed in his kiss. Taking control of her waist, he moved her slowly on top of her. Slowly, and deliberately, as if they had all the time in the world.

He removed his mouth from hers to let out a small groan. Then they stared into each others eyes, both of them swelling with emotion for one another. Sango let out another quiet moan, but wouldn't dare look away from her lover's face. She grinded against him, her moves hard and intense. She made it so that he was as deep inside her as he could be. But she never changed pace, keeping things slow and steady. She wanted to hold onto this moment – hold onto her Miroku – for as long as she could.

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"So you're going to become a demon."

Inuyasha stopped in his tracks, frowning. He knew that cold tone anywhere.

"Kikyo." He spat.

Kikyo, who had been leaning against a tree, now stepped forward, coming towards him. She made a notion as if she was going to touch him, but he moved out her grasp.

"What do you want?" he demanded, feeling in no mood for pleasantries.

"Come now Inuyasha, that's no way to treat the love of your life now is it." Kikyo said snidely.

"I don't have time for this."

"Wait. I need to talk with you a while."

Inuyasha wished he could tell her to fuck off, and keep moving. But he couldn't. So he turned to face her, folding his arms across his chest.

"Alright then. Talk."

"Well how are you Inuyasha?"

"Cut the crap Kikyo. What is it?"

Kikyo moved around the clearing, her soul collectors milling around the place, giving it an eerie glow. Kikyo seemed to be piecing her thoughts together, but Inuyasha was becoming impatient.

"Out with it!" he roared.

She looked at him, his expression blank. "Whose doing this transformation for you?"

"Keh. Some kuro miko that goes by the name Mujin."

"Ryoko." Kikyo murmured to herself. "Yes I would assume she would be the one behind this. Did she tell you then about the fact that you lose your life as a hanyou?"

"And that everyone I know forgets me, blah, blah, blah." Inuyasha felt a sting in his chest. "I've been down that road already." He added quietly.

"Oh my, is poor Inuyasha sad about losing all his friends?"

"None of that matters." He said. But even as he did, his heart told him he was lying.

"I wonder if she told you about the part that involves me."

"You?"

"Me and my reincarnate specifically."

"Kagome?" Now he was really concerned. "What about Kagome?"

"Oh dear, is she the only person you care about now?" Kikyo shook her head disdainfully. "That's not good news for me."

She walked around again, then stood right before him. "You know, that when you become a demon, the Shikon Jewel will be in one piece again."

Inuyasha made a motion to speak, but Kikyo cut him off: "With the jewel in one piece, there will be, once again, a need for a priestess to watch over it again."

"Oh–kay." Inuyasha said. "So you'll protect the jewel again. What's the deal?"

"The 'deal' is, that it would have been me as the obvious choice to be the protector again, had I been the only miko in this era. But now, I'm not."

Inuyasha looked at her in confusion, trying to connect the dots. Then, it hit him like a brick.

Kagome.

Kagome was Kikyo's reincarnation. Kagome was a miko, just like Kikyo. Kagome had the ability to protect the jewel, just as much as Kikyo could.

"But she's not of this time." Inuyasha said.

"It doesn't matter. She's part of your life. She's a miko that was in your life. Therefore, you have two mikos to choose from. Only one of us can be with you in your demon life."

Inuyasha didn't want to ask this next question, but felt compelled to anyway: "W-W-What happens to the other?" he stammered out.

"She vanishes…forever."

Inuyasha gulped. Then he frowned. "That's not fair. How am I supposed to choose between you two?"

"You don't. Your heart does."

My heart, he thought. Well that stinks. How was he supposed to know what his heart was going to choose? One part of him was devoted to Kikyo, determined to finish off Naraku so she could be free. But the other part of him deeply cared about Kagome, and her well being. How the hell was he supposed to give one up? How was he going to know which one he picked? He couldn't even pick one right now.

"What are you going to do Inuyasha?" Kikyo said, putting his thoughts in words. "Am I going to see you tomorrow? Or never again?"

Author's Note: I dont have to write "author's note" every time I do one of these, right? Anyway, there it is. Kinda cliffy, but thats the point. I need you all to review first!! I wont request a certain number, though double digits work for me, but hey, when I see enough, you get more story. If I dont see enough, you might get more story anyway. I'm just nice like that.

See you in Chapter Four!!

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