A/N: Here we are. This is the actual end. I hope you guys have enjoyed reading my first story every (yay)! To those of you who asked for an epilogue, TA DAAAAAA! My other story, Runaway, has been published! Yay! If you have time, go check it out :D Once again, thank you for reading, and extra special thanks to everyone who favorited, reviewed, and followed this story. I appreciate it so so so much.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any humans, half demons, or full demons within its plot.

Epilogue

"And then remember how you beat him up on the plane?" Kagome asked, nearly choking on her pasta as giggles overcame her again.

"Oh shut up," Sango muttered, covering her face. Through the space between her fingers, Kagome could tell Sango was turning redder than a fire truck. "Will you stop bringing that up? That was so embarrassing."

"It was so hilarious," Kagome corrected. "You should've seem how terrified the other passengers looked! It was priceless!"

Kagome leaned back in her chair and patted her stomach. She had agreed to meet Sango at the local diner to catch up. It had been three years since Kagome last saw Sango, and despite Sango's fierce temper and violent streak, Kagome had missed her. She hadn't realized how well they worked together until Kagome had switched jobs. Now, as the Vice President of Inuyasha's company (she still wasn't really sure what exactly the company did but she got a paid a lot so she wasn't complaining), she had to deal with people who didn't think like her. Just the other day, she nearly had to throw someone out of her office because he kept harassing her. But that's another story.

Sango had continued to be a flight attendant for another year, before going off to school to pursue her dream in demon hunting. Kagome had insisted that Inuyasha would cover her tuition and personal funds, and for that, Sango was forever grateful. Now, she was one of the nation's top demon slayers, and had multiple awards and medals to prove it. Along with her younger brother, Sango had purchased a snazzy apartment downtown and had bought a beautiful cat demon, named Kiara.

Sango leaned forward in her chair, and stared at her best friend until Kagome finally looked her in the eyes.

"So," Sango said, "how's everything with Inuyasha? Did he really finish a year's worth of ramen?"

Kagome gave a laugh and learned forward. "Unfortunately yes. I had to hide some of them around the apartment, otherwise he literally would've eaten ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And dessert!"

Sango laughed and took a bite of her burger.

"But honestly," Kagome continued, "it's actually pretty great. We argue a lot, mostly because he's so stubborn—"

"Oh yeah, he's the only stubborn one," Sango muttered sarcastically.

"Shut up! But anyway, we fight a lot but it's never anything too serious. We always make up at the end— stop wagging your eyebrows at me!" Kagome crossed her arms indignantly. "Inuyasha and I are not you and Miroku. We don't need sex to have a relationship!"

"What? Excuse me? Who said we're only together for the sex?" Sango sputtered. "Well, okay, the sex is great, but we have a good connection outside of that!"

Kagome wrinkled her nose. "Ew, Sango. Ew. I don't need to know about your love life."

"Oh? Is that so?" Sango asked with an evil glint in her eyes. "Just the other night, we went to the store and bought a jar of chocolate syrup and—"

"EW! No! Stop it! I don't want to hear that!" Kagome shrieked, covering her ears.

Sango, ignoring the stares of the other diners, guffawed at Kagome's blushing face.

"Honestly, you are too sensitive about these things," Sango told Kagome once she removed her hands from her ears. "Miroku and I are totally okay with these things and talking about them, but you and Inuyasha are always so shy. Which is strange, seeing as how blunt Inuyasha can be."

"No, I'm just not able to be so open like you. And Inuyasha gets jealous if we talk about it in public, like if you're going to take me away from him."

"Imagine if I did!"

The friends spent a few minutes in silent laughter. With tears sliding down her face, Kagome reached across the table and put her hand on Sango's.

"I've missed you," she said gently, once she could actually breathe again.

"I've missed you too. Some of the other demon slayers won't work with me because I'm a woman." Sango sighed and lifted her hand to intertwine her fingers with Kagome's. "I miss working with you."

"I can ask Inuyasha to hire you," Kagome suggested. "I know last year some demon, Naraku I think his name was, tried to break into the offices. You could be our security guard! But of course, with more pay."

Sango considered the offer. She'd be closer to her best friend. She'd be treated with more respect. She wouldn't be able to go wherever she pleased, but…

"I'd love to," the brunette said, giving Kagome's hand a soft squeeze.

"Yay!" Kagome squealed. "Now I just have to tell Inuyasha!"

Sango laughed, and released Kagome's hand.

"How are things with Miroku?" Kagome asked after a minute of comfortable silence.

"It's… weird. I've never imagined having a guy like that in my life, but it keeps me on my feet."

"Didn't he like, stalk you to talk to you after the airplane incident?"

"Yeah. I'm not sure how he got my address…"

Kagome looked away abruptly. Sango narrowed her eyes.

"You gave it to him, didn't you. Screw you. But at the same time, thank you. I can't imagine living without him."

"Aw," Kagome cooed, finally daring to look her best friend in the eye.

It had been a crazy three years apart. They had both changed so much. But they were, in many aspects, still the same. Kagome smiled happily, watching her best friend across the table drown another stick of fried potato with mustard and ketchup, and shove the whole thing in her mouth.

"Sango," Kagome asked suddenly.

"Hm?"

"I have an important thing to ask you."

"Go for it."

"Please don't hate me."

"Kags, you know I would never. No matter what."

Kagome cleared her throat.

"Sango...Fuck me if I'm wrong, but we were about to make out, right?"

The owner of the diner never saw the two young women sitting next to the window suddenly disappear. All he knew was one second they were there, squabbling and laughing, and the next moment they were gone. A family sitting next to them at the time reported one woman threatening the other with the knife, before giving chase out the restaurant and down the streets screaming bloody murder. The owner didn't really care; at least one of them left a $100 dollar bill on the table before vanishing. $100 for a meal that only cost $30? He'd take that any day.

THE END