This chapter is dedicated to XNekoKagsX, because she was my only reviewer for a long time and she she gave me the idea fro this chapter. I couldn't have done it without her. So go make her happy by checking out her stories and reviewing them.
Kohaku was rarely in the village anymore. Most of the time he was training as a demon slayer up in the mountains. But he was here now. Sango was glad that he was finally here again. Of course Sango loved being in the company of Miroku and her children, but there was just something about being with Kohaku that wasn't quite the same. Perhaps it was because he was the only one left alive whowas blood-related to her, aside from her children of course. Or maybe it was just that she knew him better than anyone, even herself. So Sango felt a strange security sitting next to him on the rickety wood porch in front of her small house.
Neither of them spoke for a long time. It wasn't an awkward silence, just a comfortable kind of quiet. Sango put her arm around Kohaku's shoulder. He looked up at her and smiled. He was glad to be with her as well.
Sango looked up at the sky. It was a clear morning, like it often was around Kaede's village. Sometimes Sango longed for rain or snow, but right then she was happy with it just as it was.
Kinta and Asake were running around behind them, trying to get Jinka to do something unusual. But, just like he normally did, he just stared and the twins without saying anything.
"Hey Sango," asked Kohaku abruptly, breaking the silence.
"What is it Kohaku? Is something wrong?" asked Sango, worried.
"I was just wondering, have you ever thought that we could rebuild the demon slayer village?" asked Kohaku.
"What?" asked Sango.
"It's just, we're the only surviving descendants of the demon slayers. We could rebuild the village. We could raise your children as demons slayers, and when I grow up, my children could help too. And one day, it would be as prosperous as it was before I-I-"
"That was Naraku, not you Kahaku. Don't talk about that. And yes, I have thought about it before. Not often, because I have a family to worry about, but maybe one day, when my children are older, we could rebuild the village," said Sango with a faraway look in her eyes. That was her dream. A dream shared between both her and Kohaku. Their dream was to rebuild the demon slayer village. Together.
Sorry. I know its short. I'll TRY to make the next chapter longer. If you review, I'll send you a mental cookie. Just specify in your review what kind you want lol.