Title Reflections of the Way Life Used to Be
Author landofthekwt
Rating K
POV Shiori
Word Count 300
Warning none
Summary Inuyasha and Shiori prepare for the name ceremony for Sannin
Shiori stared at the tiny baby sleeping in her arms and reflected on her life. Remembering the first time she held Musushito in her arms. She was as happy then as she was now.
The baby that became Musushito was her and Kohaku's proudest achievement Not the rebirth to the taijiya and the rebuilding of the taijiya village.
Those had been Kohaku's dreams The things that banished his nightmares. She had been there to help. By his side, he could do anything. That was she would not leave his side until he died.
Musushito was the culmination of his dream. The person who made sure that the taijiya were there whenever humans needed them to fight youkai When they were no longer needed they faded into history
She treasured every day of his life Her only complaints were that Kohaku missed much of his life being human and that she had to endure one hundred years without Musushtio
She looked around the shrine. Goshiboku was in full glory. Mrs Higurashi was crying and Souta was taking pictures. A peaceful place on the outskirts of modern Tokyo a city of thirty-two million. Inuyasha fidgeted as Ji-chan prepared for the naming ceremony
Back then it had only been her, her mother, Kohaku, Inuyasha and Kagome, Sesshoumaru and Rin, and Miroku and Sango. Miroku conducted the naming ceremony before the graves in the ruins of the taijiya village
She, Musushtio Inuyasha were the only ones left from that day. Musushito was no longer Mutsuhito He might have the same soul, but after today he would be Sannin
What's in a name? Times had changed people might have changed, but she still loved her little boy. Only death could take him from last hundred years taught that she never wanted to separated from him again and that she would treasure every moment of their lives together.
