Anonymity

Everything had gone back to normal after that incident in the dojo; neither mentioning the loosing of his control. He had continued to train her with a single minded fixation that had her wondering if there was indeed an ulterior motive for his persistence, all the while playing mentor, brother, and best friend.

He worried when she would leave for the past, and rejoiced when she returned to him. Though he never expressly told her so; she knew. In the few months leading up to the final battle with Naraku, he had become frantic in his instruction; as if he knew something she did not, something he burned to tell her and was unable too. She knew he worried.

So when she was cast though the jewel back into her own time, forever barred from the past, it was not her own home she stumbled too, bloody and wounded, but his.

He welcomed her into his life with open arms, seeming so much lighter with the knowledge that it was over; helping her greave the friends she would never see again, all the while seeming as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

It was then that he taught her the next lesson she would need to survive in this new, Inuyasha-free world where she had to take care of herself; anonymity.

Note: Holy crap. I wrote something for this. Holy Crap.