Author's Note: I love Kikyou with Suikotsu, hence this little tidbit from Sui's POV.
The Miko's Healer
I am happily beholden to you, Kikyou. I love you with what reach and capacity I can. Where once I healed, my brothers made me destroy. That was love, then. You were drawn to the doctor in me, but he died, twice, and will return no more. You revived me nonetheless, to be something new, neither mercenary nor medic but mate. You scoured the country to find a witch, like your Urasue, who could reanimate decaying bones and infuse them with borrowed souls. Now I am your healer as you are my miko. We belong to one another. We sit beneath the stars, our shinidamachu twining around us as we are wrapped in each other's embrace. Together, we are warmth enough to banish painful thoughts of dead brothers and lost hanyou lover. We are creatures of clay and make-believe, but our shared fantasy makes us far more fortunate than most.