Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha; this is only a fanfic.

Authors Notes: Finally… the end. As this is a long chapter and the AN's at the end are also lengthy, I shall make this brief. Thanks to bestofbothworlds for the idea that delayed the posting of this chapter. I did not realize what was missing until your review.

The ending of this fanfic was greatly influenced by writings of Personification of Fluff; for those who have read her stories, you will see what I mean.

Volume II

Kuni yaburete, sanga ari

(A country in ruins, but there are still mountains and rivers)

Chapter 27: Farewells and Reunions

Two days later, following Hajime Asano's capture, Lord Tokugawa arrived at the small village. Commander Kurosawa greeted him accompanied by Akio, Miroku, Mayura and a heavily bandaged Tsuneo.

Hajime was arraigned and sentenced for his crimes; he was stripped of his title, lands and was made an example just in case any other daimyo planned to advance by underhanded means.

The henchmen he sent to the brothel had testified against him. Following the trial, they were then immediately dismissed from the military. They would never be able to hold their heads up amongst their peers, knowing they had lost a battle to a solitary monk and a bunch of courtesans.

Hajime was quiet as he was led away, however, he took a last lingering look at Mayura and Miroku thought he detected a hint of regret.

Akio was offered the head position in investigations and much to Nari, Rie and Mayura's relief, he declined.

Everyone attended the Gekokujou meeting later that afternoon. Miroku spoke with quiet dignity, to his fellow monks, daimyo's and the people of the village, however, nothing was resolved. He made one last request that they continue to find a solution before he withdrew as acting advisor.

"Are you sure, Houshi-sama?" Sango whispered to her husband. "These issues are very important," she continued. "The people will need someone like you to guide them."

"Someone else can do it, Sango," Miroku said firmly. "My family is very important and my children require my guidance." Taking his wife's hand, he led her away.

xXxXx

Following the meeting, everyone gathered at the teahouse. Sango and her family would be leaving soon after; this would be the last opportunity they could all be together.

Suiren looked out over the crowd from Kohaku's shoulders. It seemed the child had taken up permanent residence there since meeting her uncle back in the forest. The taijiya could not go two steps without his niece and nephew hot on his heels.

Without looking down, Kohaku could sense the quiet presence of Shun'ei standing beside him. The boy was not as open as his sister was, but the two connected right away. There was awareness in Sango and Miroku's son, but it was something he could not describe.

Sango approached on his other side, Kirara on her shoulder and looked over the room filled with people.

"You have nice friends, Ane-ue," Kohaku turned to his sister.

"They are wonderful," she sighed. "Without them…" Sango shrugged her shoulders, at a loss for words.

Placing an arm around her shoulder, Kohaku pulled her close. Reaching out with the other hand, he pulled Shun'ei into their circle as Suiren, not to be forgotten, buried her hands in his hair.

"Come on," Kohaku said, steering them into the group. "This is not the end; it's a new beginning."

"You sounded like my husband just now, Kohaku," Sango laughed as she fell in step.

"I learned a lot from Miroku-sama over the years. Without him…" he left the rest unsaid.

Sango only smiled. Later, she would learn everything there was to know about Kohaku -the man and what role her favorite houshi played in his growth and development.

xXxXx

"I bet I can guess where your thoughts are."

Mayura's seductive purr droned in Miroku's ear. Reluctantly, the monk dragged his gaze away from his wife standing across the room and turned to the older woman. Flashing a sheepish grin, he chuckled, "Sorry… I was trying to be subtle."

"You were anything but," Mayura laughed huskily. "That was quiet a moving speech you gave at the meeting, Houshi-sama." She changed the subject. "I'm sure your expertise will be missed, however, I respect your decision to be with your family."

"You now have family too, Mayura. I hope you plan to stay with them."

Giving a small smile, she looked over to Akio with Nari at his side. Searching the room, she found Rie standing alone silently observing everyone.

"I'll hang around a bit," Mayura smirked. "Someone has to keep an eye on the old girl." She nodded in Rie's direction.

"I think Akio's father would have liked that," Miroku said sincerely and then gave her a sassy wink. "Besides… Rie-sama can also keep an eye on you."

xXxXx

"Are you sure, Sango-chan?" Nari gasped at the taijiya's offer.

"Of course, I'm sure." Sango smiled at her friends' stunned expression. "Consider the house a wedding gift."

Nari squealed with delight as she held onto Akio's arm. "I can't believe it," she said breathlessly. Although she loved Rie dearly and welcomed Mayura, she looked forward to time alone with her husband-to-be.

"Thank you, thank you!" She hugged Sango fiercely and then ran off to tell the others, leaving Akio staring after her.

"There goes a happy woman," the taijiya laughed.

"I have a lot to do with that, you know." Akio said with a smug smile.

"You're very modest," said Sango sarcastically.

"How about you?" Akio asked suddenly. "You are happy; aren't you?"

"Yes," she said. "I am very happy."

Akio knew before he asked, but a part of him needed to hear her say it. Sango had come to mean so much to him over the years. She was a sturdy, reliable figure during his adolescence and his first infatuation. With Sango's guidance, he had begun to understand his mother as a person. For that, he would always be grateful.

"You'll never know how much you mean to me, Sango-chan," Akio said suddenly and saw her stiffen. "You are my fourth favorite girl," he said to clarify what he meant. "That is… until my daughter is born," he grinned.

Sango visibly relaxed and smiled. "There will always be a special place for you here, my friend." The taijiya placed a hand over her heart. "Now…" she said taking his arm and walking towards the others. "Tell me more about this daughter."

xXxXx

Rie, Mayura and Nari stood around teasing a defiant Fujiko. They had heard about Tsuneo's rescue mission at the brothel going awry. The young monk was having trouble dealing with his three opponents, when suddenly the shoji to the brothel opened.

Each woman bore a weapon of some sort. From a garden sickle to a teapot, the courtesan's piled out of the brothel and came to the young monk's aid. Hajime's henchmen took quite a beating; they were tied up with rope and hitched to the back of Tsuneo's horse. With Fujiko holding the rope, they were then delivered straight to Commander Kurosawa.

"Ooh… that sounds exciting and kind of romantic, Fujiko-chan," Nari teased. "It too bad the young monk is leaving."

"I'm going with him," Fujiko said boldly.

"What!!" all three women said in unison.

"When Master Tsuneo leaves, I plan to go with him," said Fujiko firmly.

"You… you can't do that," Nari said incredulous. "I mean… you two barely know each other and… you don't have a chaperon."

Mayura raised eyes to the heavens on that note. "Nari, dear," she attempted a motherly tone. "The girl has been working in a brothel for goodness sakes."

"But… but she hasn't… I mean, she didn't…" Nari broke off embarrassed.

"Only we know that, Nari-chan," Mayura put her arms around her future daughter-in-law. "To everyone else, she is a courtesan. However…" she turned to Fujiko. "If you have feelings for him, then I think you should go."

"I agree," said Rie, who had been silent through the exchange. Both Nari and Mayura gasped aloud. "Our lives are so short," the old woman said. "One should spend as much time as possible with their loved one." She thought of Takashi, Mayura, Sango and Miroku as she said this. "If that is what you and Tsuneo want, Fujiko, you have my blessing."

"Thank you Rie-sama," the young woman bowed.

"I guess I need to have a talk with 'Master' Tsuneo before you two leave," the old woman said and turned in the young man's direction.

"Right…" Mayura snorted. "I have got to hear this," she said sarcastically and made to follow as Rie shot her a dirty look.

"Oh, no… please," Fujiko looked alarmed.

"What's the matter?" Mayura asked. "You're not having second thoughts; are you?"

"No!" Fujiko stated. "It's just… well, I haven't told Master Tsuneo yet."

xXxXx

"We… we'll miss both of you," Chisato whined. "Do you have to go?" she questioned the twins.

"It's all right." Suiren tried to console her friend. "We'll come back to visit."

"Why can't you stay here?" Yamoto demanded.

"Chichi-ue has to return to the temple," Shun'ei said reasonably. "It's only natural his family follow and Haha-ue does not want to be away from him any longer."

"We understand," said Ichiro, placing an arm around a silently weeping Chisato. "But… promise you'll come back to visit. Just… you know, don't forget about us."

"Shut up, stupid," Suiren snapped. Grabbing her brother's hand, she drew everyone together until a circle was formed. With their arms laced over each other's shoulders, she continued. "We've been best friends forever, it's not like we can just forget about you guys."

"Promise," Chisato sniffled.

"We promise, Chisato," Shun'ei said this to her, but his glance included the others. "We will return and we never forget our friends."

xXxXx

Looking down on Tsuneo's bent head, Miroku understood the reasons for the young mans' sabbatical. The young monk had many questions about life that only experience could answer. The temple had shielded him from the realities of the outside world. Now exposed, Tsuneo had to learn to apply his teachings to the situations of real life.

"Do you have a destination in mind?" Miroku asked the young monk.

"Not really," Tsuneo responded. "I will go where the clouds lead me."

"As long as you avoid following the dark clouds, my friend," the older monk laughed. "If not, you will spend more time constantly wet and seeking shelter instead of learning anything."

"I'll remember that," Tsuneo smiled. "I want to learn how you how do it, Miroku-sama," the young monk said. "Your life is balanced. You accept what you cannot change, but devote to changing what you can."

"At the temple, my teachers were scholarly, but very stern individuals. We were taught to observe humanity, but we only interfered when called upon. I cannot continue to do that, I must get more involved."

"Are you leaving, Tsuneo-san?" Sango asked as she approached and stood next to her husband.

"Yes, Sango-san," he bowed. "I wish you and your family much happiness and I hope to see all of you again."

"Thank you, I would like that," the taijiya said sincerely. "Living on the road is hard enough, Tsuneo-san, but traveling alone is worse."

Before Tsuneo could respond, Fujiko's voice piped in. "He won't be alone, Sango-san, Houshi-sama." The young woman came to stand beside the young monk. "Master Tsuneo and I will be traveling together."

Sango stared wide-eyed, Miroku discreetly coughed into his hand, mainly to hide a smile.

Fujiko linked her arm with Tsuneo's as he blushed and tugged at his collar.

"I don't… I don't think that's a good idea," the young monk stuttered.

"I think it's a great idea," Fujiko managed to sound sensible. "Since we are both searching for something meaningful; why not do it together?"

Tsuneo looked down on her and tried to sound stern. "We have never discussed this, Fujiko-san and I…"

"Well… we shall discuss it now," she interrupted and grabbed his arm, pulling him away. "Excuse us," the young woman said to Sango and Miroku as she steered him outside.

"Goodness." Sango finally managed to get out. "She is very persistent; Tsuneo will have to be firm with her."

"That is a lost battle and we both know it," Miroku said, smiling down at his wife. "Besides… I think it is a good union. Fujiko's practicality will keep him grounded and Tsuneo's zest for life will rejuvenate her youth."

xXxXx

"Imagine that," Rie exclaimed. "You have continued the family tradition and now have students of your own, Kohaku-san. That is very impressive. Do you have a large class?"

"Yes," Kohaku said shyly. "The class was so large we had to break them into threes. The mornings are the children's class, midday - the novice adult members, and the evening - the elders' class. Every fifth day, we combine the classes."

"Is there a reason that it is separated that way?" Akio asked curious.

"The children begin because they are sharper in the mornings. As the day goes on, they get distracted with their friends and prefer to play rather than practice. The novices have the afternoon; their classes are longer and more involved. The elders' class comes later as they have more experience, they require less time, but the training is more intense."

"Now I'm impressed, Kohaku-san," Akio said laughing. "Sounds like you have a lot of responsibility; I hope you have good help."

"Of course." Kohaku smiled. "Miroku-sama initiated the rules of the village, we work as one unit. Each person helps the other. That was how it was in my father's time. I also have Shippo and my senior students to assist me."

"Shippo?" Rie asked.

"Yes, Rie-sama," said Kohaku. "Shippo is a kitsune, an old friend and one of the first demons to join our village. Actually, I have quite a few demons in my classes."

"Incredible," Akio breathed.

"Not really," Kohaku laughed at Rie and Akio's expression. "In many ways, demons are just like humans."

"I'll take your word for it, Kohaku-san," Rie said. "That Inuyasha sure was a handful."

"Our favorite hanyou," the taijiya smiled, thinking of his hotheaded friend.

Looking up, Kohaku saw Sango waving him over to another group of people. Giving her a nod, he turned back to Rie and Akio.

"Thank you… both of you, for befriending my sister. I am sure it was with Kami's guidance that people like you found her. I can't begin to tell you what it means to have her back in my life; I know Miroku feels the same."

"When he wrote to tell me that Sango was here… that she was alive, I…" Kohaku stopped to pull himself together. "Well… now she is here and there is Suiren and Shun'ei. That was a wonderful surprise," he chuckled. "I am once more surrounded by family and I thank you again for keeping her safe."

"No need to thank us, son," Rie said sincerely. "It was our pleasure."

"Will you be training your niece and nephew, Kohaku-san," Akio asked and then added. "If you do, you have your work cut out for you."

Turning to Sango's two saviors, Kohaku smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

xXxXx

As Sango stood talking, she felt someone sidle next to her and turned as Mayura linked arms with her. With a muttered apology, she steered the taijiya away from the others and found an empty table.

"I wanted to speak with you alone," the older woman said. "I'm sorry about what I said the other day, Angel. I really didn't mean it."

"I know that," Sango shrugged and captured Mayura's hands. "Let's forget about it, all right." She smiled as the ex-courtesan nodded.

"I heard that you decided to stay on here, Mayura-chan. There's no need to tell you that Akio is happy about that."

"So am I," Mayura said. "I never dreamed that I would see him again. Not a day went by that I did not think of him. Wondering where he was, what he liked to do… wondering if he thought about me." As she spoke, her eyes drifted across the room and located her son. Akio and Kohaku were deep in conversation a few tables away.

"However, I'm sure you know what I mean. How does it feel to have your brother back with you; to know he is alive and well?" Mayura questioned. "He's a real looker too," she teased. "A bit shy, but it's very appealing."

Sango blushed, but laughed at her friend's joshing. "You are incorrigible, Mayura… the things you say."

"I call 'em as I see 'em, that's all," she smiled and then her face became serious. "Take care of your family, Angel. Nothing is more important. Had I known what I was going to miss, I would have worked harder to hold on to it," she continued.

"Stop that, right now," Sango snapped. "You did what you thought was right at the time. No one blames you, certainly not Akio. So stop feeling sorry for yourself."

"Take your own advice, Mayura," the taijiya told her. "You take care of your family too! You may have missed Akio growing up, but now can watch your grandchildren grow."

Mayura looked teary eyed and whispered, "Thank you, Angel. I've never had a friend like you before; I will never forget you,"

"I won't let you," Sango said firmly and clasped Mayura's hands tighter. "We promise to visit, so you will see us again."

"That's good to hear," Mayura exhaled loudly. "By the way, I have something for you." Reaching over, she retrieved a cloth package and slid it in front of Sango. "When I saw this, I immediately thought of you. No… don't open it yet!" She slapped at Sango's hands that were inching towards the wrapping.

"Why not?" Sango whined, anxious to see what it was.

"This gift comes with a complete set of instructions," Mayura stated. "You must follow them and do exactly as I tell you or I will have to take it back," she said, pulling the package in front of her.

"Oh… all right!" Sango snapped. "I'll do it."

"Promise."

"I promise," the taijiya said gritting her teeth.

"Well you don't have to be so sour about it," Mayura laughed at her friend's expression. "Trust me, Angel, if you do what I tell you, this gift will bring you much happiness."

xXxXx

Miroku and Kohaku stood side by side and looked out into the throng of people filling the room at the teahouse. They both had been introduced to Sango's many acquaintances over the years. It appeared that the taiiya, without meaning to, had touched the heart of many in this village.

Kohaku seemed amused by something; Miroku was curios and inquired.

"I never thought you were the jealous type Miroku-sama," a big grin appeared on Kohaku's face. "Your mannerism is cordial enough, but your eyes speak volumes each time one of the young village men greets Ane-ue."

"It's not too obvious; is it?" Miroku did not bother to deny it and scanned the room in search of his wife. Sango was approaching Rie and the monk sighed. "I know I should not feel this way, Kohaku-san, but… well, they have had seven years with her and the children. Am I wrong to want them all to myself?"

"Don't worry, big brother," Kohaku said. "I think I'm the only one that has picked up your vibes, well… me and Lady Mayura, of course," he chuckled.

"This is the first time in years that I look forward to going home," the monk said.

"You know there is very little chance of privacy once you get there. You know Kagome-chan; I'll bet she has a big get together planned for your return."

"That's assured," Miroku laughed. "She will use any excuse to plan festivities."

Both men turned as they heard Suiren's voice. The child was talking with her friends and it was obvious who dominated the conversation.

"Your daughter has a commanding presence," Kohaku said, looking over at his niece. During his stay, the taijiya had discovered the twins fighting skills. "She has a natural, but raw talent. Discipline needs to come first and then, we can teach her control."

Miroku nodded in agreement and their gazes moved to Shun'ei. The boy stood within the group, but somehow seemed distant.

"Your son is… how can I say," the taijiya stopped to consider his words. "Unique." That was the only way Kohaku could describe his nephew. "We only need to enhance his skills and increase his strength at the moment. He is good with weapons, but we should focus on his unarmed combat skills."

"So…" Miroku began and clasped his brother-in-law's shoulder. "You have decided to train them, Kohaku-sensei?"

"I… well, yes…" he stuttered. "That is, unless you and Ane-ue… I mean, I would like to train them." Kohaku's eyes seemed to plead with Miroku.

The monk smiled at the taijiya's expression. Although now an adult, Kohaku still sought his approval; Miroku felt both honored and pleased at this revelation.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Sango's little brother, Miroku recalled him as he was right after Naraku's defeat. The depressed young boy had progressed immensely since that time. There were still issues regarding his past and the nightmares still came, but Kohaku had matured and found his place in the world. Miroku felt good knowing that he had a hand in his development and he hastened to reassure his little brother.

"I would like that above anything else, Kohaku-san," Miroku said sincerely. "I only want the best for my children."

xXxXx

The two women sat quietly together as they watched the guest leaving. Sango turned to the woman who had been her friend, confidant and the very core of her strength for the last seven years. Rie wore a whimsical smile as she returned the taijiya's gaze.

"I guess this is it," the old woman said softly. "This is goodbye."

"No… it's not," Sango responded. "We shall return, Oba-sama, nothing will keep us away. Besides, I would not miss Akio and Nari's wedding for anything."

"Hmph!" Rie scoffed. "I don't know what they're waiting for. They should simply do it and get it over with."

"Oh, come on," Sango admonished gently. "You know Nari is a traditional kind of girl."

Rie sighed. She understood how Nari felt and she respected her and Akio's wishes, however, she would love them to have children before she was too old to enjoy them.

"I shall miss the twins," Rie said suddenly, "but I can see they will flourish under their father and uncle's tutelage; they are two very exceptional men."

"I think so." Sango blushed and looked over to her husband and brother speaking with the last remaining guest. She noticed Kohaku was a still a bit diffident around strangers, but he now willingly interacted with them. Her little brother had changed a lot in the seven years they had been apart, she looked forward to discovering more about him.

"Has your memory fully returned?" Rie asked, pulling Sango from her musings.

"I'm not sure, but I am able to put names and faces together now," the taijiya stated.

"I believe everything will become clear once you return home," the old woman said.

The two women fell into a comfortable silence again. Each recalled their unusual past, their meeting, Sango's recuperation, the twins' birth and settling here in this village. Sango felt she was parting from a surrogate mother while Rie felt she was losing a daughter.

Overwhelmed with feeling, Rie stood suddenly and began clearing the teacups from the table. Her shoulders shook slightly as she tried to hold back tears.

Sango rose to assist her and noticed her friend's stiff body. "Oba?" she questioned and turned the old woman to face her. Seeing the tears rolling down Rie's cheeks was a shock. She had never seen this woman in such a state. Always so sturdy and strong, this left Sango speechless as she stared down at the old woman.

Simultaneously, the women embraced and held each other tight. They absorbed each other's strength and fortified memories. Each one gave and each one took something of the other.

"If I would have had a daughter, I would hope she would have been like you," Rie whispered into the taijiya's shoulder. "You have taught me so much; how to feel, how to live and most of all how to love. Thank you, Sango-chan," she continued. "I am forever grateful."

"I don't know what I would have done without you, Oba," Sango whispered. "You took me in… a stranger with no memory; you took care of me although you knew nothing about me. You loved and helped raise my children. Nothing I say or do could ever repay your kindness, you will forever be my Oba-sama."

They continued to hold each other; there were no more words to be said. Neither moved until they sensed they were no longer alone. Rie released Sango and looked up to see everyone's eyes on them.

"What are you starin' at?" the old woman huffed, addressing the small group before her. Falling back into character, she snatched up the tray and with a toss of her head marched to the back of the teahouse.

"That was a moment," Nari said, watching Rie's retreat.

"Remember it," Akio laughed. "It will probably never happen again."

With a smirk, Mayura added. "Not in this lifetime anyway."

xXxXx

The group sat around the campfire. The sun had gone down some time ago and Miroku watched with heavy lidded eyes as Sango settled the twins down for the night. The two were excited about their destination and traveling was new to them. Kirara had transformed into her large form and acted as a pillow for the young travelers.

Miroku, Sango, Kohaku, Suiren and Shun'ei had been on the road for two days now. The grown ups were more fatigued than the children as each, at some interval, had to entertain one twin or the other.

Suiren had a tendency to ramble on about anything and everything, firing rapid questions that went unanswered because she had already begun the next round. Shun'ei's questions were more in-depth and each query was followed with a 'why'. Questions regarding sparring and training went to Kohaku. Questions regarding philosophy and nature went to Miroku and it was Sango's job to confirm everything they were told by their father and uncle. Their mother also had to deal with the other mundane matters as well.

By the time Kohaku arrived with water from a nearby stream, he found the monk and the twins fast asleep. He watched Sango as she looked over at her sleeping husband and wondered if he would ever be privileged to have a woman love him that way. With a sigh, he put down the bucket of water and sat close to the fire. He did not know why he bothered with such thoughts.

"Do you have someone, Kohaku?"

The taijiya jumped at his sister's silent approach. It seemed she had developed some new skills residing with the shinobi. Blushing, he turned to her.

"No… I don't have time for that sort of thing." His blushed deepened, as Sango looked doubtful. "Re… really, Ane-ue," he stuttered. "I mean… I am so busy with the students and the village… I guess I don't think about it much."

Settling next to her little brother, Sango asked, "Tell me, Kohaku, tell me about the village. What made you decide to rebuild it? Where did you find the resources? Is the main house still there? How many…"

"Wait, wait!" Kohaku held his hands up in surrender. "You sound like young Suiren," he laughed.

"Sorry." Sango backed down. "It's just… we haven't really talked. I want to know everything about the years we were apart. Although Miroku told me, I still don't know how you… or any of you survived Naraku's treachery."

"It took all of us to defeat him." Kohaku turned serious. "Inuyasha, Kagome, Kouga, Shippo, of course, Miroku and Sesshomaru."

"Sesshomaru?" Sango was taken aback, knowing the taiyoukai's solitary plans to defeat Naraku. "How did that happen?"

"Not really sure, but I think it had something to do with Kikyou. Whatever his reasons; his help was needed and appreciated."

"What about the Shikon no Tama; was it ever retrieved. How were you able to maintain…"

Sango halted her words. She was going to say 'maintain your life', but did not know how her brother would feel about that.

"It's all right, Ane-ue," Kohaku said softly. "Kikyou took possession of the Shikon jewel and then she simply disappeared. However, she first purified my shard and it was because of her that I am here now. She left me the shard so that I could live… even though I did not want to. She said too many lives had been lost already. Between the priestess and Miroku-sama, they convinced me that the best way to redeem myself was to live on."

"They were right," Kohaku said teary-eyed, as he turned to his sister. "I see now what I would have missed had I chosen death." His eyes roamed her face and then looked to the sleeping figures across from them. "All I ever wanted was my family back; for us to be together again."

"I realized that I could never bring father back and then I thought that I had lost you too," he continued. "It didn't want to live, I thought my salvation was to surrender to an eternal slumber, but Miroku showed me that I was wrong."

"He said that to atone, I must adhere to the dreams of the ones lost to me. To replace what I felt I had taken away. For father, I rebuilt the slayers village; for you, I stayed to continue the teachings."

"Oh, Kohaku!" Sango cried as she threw herself into his arms and held tight. "You misunderstood, as I did once. Father only wanted us to be happy. Of course he wanted us to continue the ways of our ancestors, but only if it was our choice."

Pulling back to look into her brothers' eyes, she had to ask. "Are you happy, Kohaku? Is this what you want to do? Not for me, not for father, but for you?"

The taijiya smiled at his sister, it was not until she had asked that question that he knew the answer. In truth, he enjoyed teaching. It gave him a sense of satisfaction and he took pride in it.

"Yes, Ane-ue," said Kohaku. "This is what I want to do."

"Good," she said simply and sidled up next to him. "Now… I want you to tell me everything that happened from seven years ago until now. I don't want to appear a complete 'baka' when I finally see everyone again."

xXxXx

Miroku woke to the smell of grilled fish and the sound of sparring between Kohaku and the twins. Since they had agreed that Kohaku would have primary responsibility of their training, he planned to get them used to the morning ritual. Rising early did not bother Suiren and Shun'ei; the routine had been the same with their mother.

"You're awake," Sango said kneeling next to him. "You must have been extremely tired." Her fingers brushed back his tousled bangs as she smiled at him.

"Good morning," Miroku yawned. "I was tired; I guess I did not realize it until we settled down." Arching his head back to look at his wife, he noticed her head tilted to the side as she watched him. A whimsical smile appeared on her lips and her eyes caressed him.

"Is something wrong, Sango?"

"Hmm?"

The question seemed to startle her out of her reverie and he watched her blush most becomingly.

"Well, I… ah… may I ask a favor, Houshi-sama?"

"Of course, Sango," said Miroku. "What do require?"

"Is it possible… that we… may stop at the taijiya village before heading to the temple?" she asked breathlessly. "Kohaku and I sat up late last night, talking and catching up. He told me about the reconstructed village; he said that without you it would not have been possible."

"You stayed with my brother, even when you thought I was dead." Sango looked to her husband. "You have guided him through a difficult period in his life and I see a lot of your influence. Thank you for taking care of him, Houshi-sama."

"There is no need for thanks, Sango. Kohaku helped me as much as I helped him. Besides, I only did what you asked me to do," Miroku said humbly. At Sango's perplexed look, he went on to explain. "You asked me to take care of him," he whispered. "I would never consider breaking a promise I made to you."

"When you were gone, Kohaku and I cleaved to one another. We both felt we were the last of family; of course, we had Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippo and the others, but it was not enough. We wanted to sustain your memory as long as we could. To rebuild the slayers village was our tribute to the woman we both loved," he continued. "Even though I promised you, I wanted to be there for Kohaku."

At a loss for words, Sango could only stare in awe at the man she had proposed to so impulsively and had married in secret from their friends seven years before. His smile could still set her heart aflutter and his words still touched her soul. The sound of the crackling fire drew her eyes away and she remembered the fish.

"Oh no!" She jumped up to salvage the damage, but Miroku's hand clamped down on her wrist.

"Yes," he said simply.

"Yes what?" Sango's brow was furrowed as she tried to pull away before breakfast was ruined.

Miroku chuckled and knew he was about to be clobbered. "Yes," he said before she got angry. "Yes, we can go to the slayers village."

xXxXx

"Yo!" The taijiya stood at the top of the fortress and called out to the travelers approaching. "Kohaku-sensei! Houshi-sama! Welcome back!"

Before the gates were lifted completely, the villagers swarmed to the entrance surrounding their teacher and the monk. Both men were slapped soundly on the back as they were greeted by their comrades.

The twins stood back, silently observing the interaction, as did Sango, but her eyes roamed the entire village.

Her experienced eyes took in everything. The homes, once destroyed, were rebuilt; including the main house. With the number of people piling out of their homes at her brothers arrival, she could see more homes had needed to be built. This was what she had hoped for and more than she expected. Turning back to Kohaku and her husband, her eyes filled with tears as she thought of their words.

"For father, I rebuilt the slayers village; for you, I stayed to continue the teachings."

"To rebuild the slayers village was a tribute to the woman we both loved."

She continued to watch in silence as the people came to greet them. Suddenly, one of the older men spoke.

"Where is she, Kohaku-sensei?" The chorus was repeated throughout the crowd. It took Sango a moment to realize they were talking about her. She looked up to find all eyes focused on her.

"Uh… hello," she said and blushed with a nervous smile, however, before she could say another word, everyone kneeled and bowed low.

"Greetings, Sango-sama." The older man spoke for everyone. "Welcome home."

The tears flowed. Sango felt the twins at her side as they clutched her legs. Her husband appeared at her side, put a hand at her waist and drew her and the children into the crowd.

"This is my sister," Kohaku began.

"… and my wife," Miroku finished. "This is Suiren and Shun'ei, our children and new students."

A murmur went through the crowd and Sango was surrounded. They commented on her beauty, her resemblance to their sensei, praised her husband and her children. It was a bit overwhelming. Suddenly, the crowd seemed to part and she turned to the sound of a familiar voice.

"Sango! You're back!" This was followed by a mischievous laugh.

Sango's head whipped around. She knew him; that was… that was…

"Shippo!"

xXxXx

The twins turned to see the look of delight on their mother's face as she turned to the person calling out to her. Moving through the throng of people, they approached to see her embracing a young boy. She held him so tight; the twins thought the poor fellows back would break.

Sango pulled back and Suiren gasped as she saw the pointed ears. Leaning towards her brother, she whispered, "I think he's a demon."

"I am a demon!" Shippo announced proudly as he turned to Sango's children. Smiling he walked over to them and bowed. Kohaku, Miroku and Sango joined them as the introductions were made.

"Geez, Sango," the kitsune teased and indicated Suiren. "She's really pretty, even though she looks like Miroku." The girl twin started to giggle and Shun'ei gave a small smile as he looked to his father.

"Shippo…" Miroku warned between clenched teeth.

The fox child only laughed. It was safe to tease the monk, unlike Inuyasha. The only person Miroku ever struck was the hanyou. "You know I'm only kidding." He tried to appear contrite, but failed. Turning, he addressed Shun'ei. "You… look like your mother and Kohaku. Oh boy!", he shouted suddenly, "we are going to have so much fun together."

Miroku leaned towards Kohaku and said, "Tell me why that thought bothers me?"

The group decided to spend the night. Kohaku took them on tour of the grounds and introduced them to individual families. Approaching one of the houses, Kohaku appeared a bit apprehensive.

"Are you all right, Kohaku?" Sango asked; she was concerned that her brother was tired from traveling. "Maybe you're tired."

"That's the least of his worries," Shippo snickered. The kitsune knew they were headed to Ikuyo's home. The girl had been coming onto Kohaku since her family arrived two years ago. Gently ribbing Shun'ei, the kitsune said, "This is about to get interesting."

The mother and father appeared at the door and greeted Kohaku warmly. They conversed for a few minutes and then a young girl appeared. Ikuyo was tall, her dark hair fell straight down her back without a hint of curl and her eyes were dark ebony. She had a regal bearing and her manners were impeccable, but haughty.

The young woman acted like royalty, thought Sango. To her, this was out of place in a village such as this. She also noticed how she linked arms with Kohaku and stayed by his side. She dominated the conversation, even cutting off her brother at certain points. Finally, Sango decided that was enough.

"It was wonderful meeting you," Sango bowed respectfully to the parents. "I hope to see you again soon, but since our stay is short I would like to meet as many of the villagers as I can. Kohaku…"

She left the good-byes to her brother. She walked past Ikuyo, smiled and steered her husband, the twins and Shippo towards the next house. She could hear Kohaku's muffled excuses as he pried himself away from the young woman.

"Careful, aisai, your claws are showing." Her husbands' seductive voice droned in her ear.

"Hmph!" Sango gave a sassy toss of her head. "I thought she was going to think for him too."

Miroku's rich laughter filled the air at his wife's indignant expression. Shippo covered his mouth to keep from laughing outright and turned to Suiren who did the same. Shun'ei walked with is head lowered, but the kitsune could tell he held his mirth.

Shaking his head, Shippo snickered, "Sango hasn't changed a bit."

xXxXx

The next morning Kohaku had the twins attend the children's class to get a feel for working with a group. Suiren could barely contain herself; the child fidgeted when she should have been still and was boisterous when she should have been quiet. Finally, Yoichi, who was in control of the class, had no choice.

Just because she was Kohaku-sensei's niece, did not mean she had special privileges in the class. If her brother and the others followed the rules, so would she.

"Suiren-chan!" the boy called out. "Stand over there and perform a cross stance until I tell you to stop!"

"What!" Suiren seemed shocked and then a mutinous expression crossed her face. "I will not!" she snapped. "Try and make me." The child took up a fighting stance.

Yoichi was not about to back down, his reputation was at stake as the class watched the exchange. Stepping down into the midst of the children, the young taijiya approached Suiren. Stopping in front of her, the twelve year old looked down on the six year old.

"Your impertinence will not be tolerated in this class, Suiren-chan," he said calmly. "Prepare yourself." He also took up his stance.

"Oh… be quiet!" the little girl snapped and as expected, threw the first punch.

Kohaku, Sango and Miroku watched from a distance. They sat from the engawa of the main house to see how their first morning would go. Neither party was surprised at what was occurring, they had watched Suiren's behavior throughout class; Yoichi's reprimand and the child's challenge.

They also anticipated Shun'ei's reaction. Right or wrong, they knew the boy would protect his sister and come to her aid. As Yoichi stepped from the platform, they saw Shun'ei rise.

"Houshi-sama, do have a coin?" Sango asked of her husband.

"Of course." The monk withdrew his money pouch and handed a coin to his wife. He and Kohaku chuckled, as they both knew her intent.

With coin in hand, Sango took aim and plucked it from her finger. The coin spiraled in air, like a shuriken, and plunked off the top of Shun'ei's head. The boy turned immediately, looking for the source when he spotted his mother, father and uncle on the engawa of the main house.

Rubbing the spot on his head, Shun'ei's eyes widen as he watched his mother shake her head 'no'; he was not to assist his sister on this occasion. The boys face was gloomy as he resumed his seat.

Yoichi never threw a punch; he simply out maneuvered every one of Suiren's attacks. He had to admit the girl was talented. She was faster than any child student in the village was and he found it hard to read her attacks. He did not know that Suiren did not know either until it was time to strike.

However, he could see that she was not conditioned and although she was fast, she tired easily. He continued to let her vent with her rapid attacks until she had exhausted herself. The last few punches she threw were fatigued; Yoichi stopped dodging and held her head at arms length. Her punches and kicks were useless. Finally, her movements stilled. Breathing heavily her arms fell to her sides.

"Now…" Yoichi began, staring down at the top of her head. "Cross stance until you learn to control yourself in this class. Others are not allowed to disobey and neither will you. Stay and behave or go and do as you please, the choice is yours."

Suiren ceased struggling, hanging her head, she relented. "I… I'll stay."

"Good," Yoichi said and released her immediately. Turning her around, he patted the top of her head. "You're a feisty one; aren't you?" He smiled down at the child. "Cross stance!" He was back to business again as he turned and headed back to the front of the class. "Now, Suiren!"

The child scattered to the designated area and accepted her punishment.

The adults looked on from the engawa. Sango was pleased with the way Yoichi handled her daughter. She was disciplined with gentle, but firm hands. Miroku felt bad for his daughter, but felt better once he saw the smile on her face. She also had a determined gleam in her eye as held her stance. Kohaku felt pride at Yoichi's fairness. The boy did not hesitate to punish Suiren, even if she was his niece.

"That went well," Miroku said, breaking the silence.

Sango and Kohaku exchanged looks and then, all three, burst out laughing.

xXxXx

After class was over, Miroku guided his wife to the field of lilies, the place where they shared their first kiss. Sitting on the incline, the monk pulled her onto his lap.

"This scent… from the flowers, they always reminded me of you," the monk breathed into her hair.

"I remember too," Sango said huskily. "I remember the first time we were here together."

"As do I," Miroku's voice became seductive as he lowered his wife to the ground. "I refused you then. I was trying to be noble, but I wanted you so badly. Just as I do now."

His kiss was hot and full of need. They had not had the opportunity to be alone since the night back at the house. So much had happened between then and now. The monk had arranged this outing to escape from the others and to woo his wife. Deepening the kiss, things were going well until…

"Haha-ue! Chichi-ue!"

Miroku's head snapped up to see his children running around in the field. With a groan, the monk buried his head in Sango's shoulder.

Muffling her laughter, Sango raised his head to look in his eyes just as Kirara appeared. "Next time," she whispered and the cat meowed in agreement.

Kohaku met them as they entered the village and Sango gasped as she saw the familiar Hiraikotsu that he carried.

"Kohaku!" she cried and ran to him. "You… you found it and kept it." Her hand ran over her weapon. Shun'ei also moved forward and did the same.

"Is it yours, mother?" the boy asked in awe.

"Yes, it was my father's." Sango lowered the weapon so her son could get a better view.

Shun'ei's hands roamed lovingly over the Hiraikotsu. "Will you teach me to use it?" His eyes pleaded.

"Once you are a bit bigger and with more training from your mother and uncle," Miroku said.

"Oji-san?" The boy turned to Kohaku.

The taijiya smiled and nodded a yes.

As Miroku, Sango and the twins prepared to leave, Kohaku informed them that he and Shippo, would be staying. They had some things to care of at the village, but would follow them later.

Seeing Yoichi, Suiren excused herself and ran over to him. The two exchanged words as the others looked on.

"What is that about?" Shun'ei looked baffled. "She said she was never speaking to him again."

After a few minutes of conversation, Yoichi and Suiren bowed to each, the child turned and ran back with a huge smile on her face.

Shun'ei looked oddly at his sister, but the adults glanced knowingly at each other. Suiren was well on the way to learning the ways of the taijiya.

After hugging her brother tight, Sango took the lead on Kirara. Miroku was at the rear with the children in the middle. Waving to the villagers, the foursome took to skies headed for Mushin's temple and home.

As he stood on the engawa, Kohaku recalled the day Miroku came to inform him he was leaving. From that sense of loss, he had gained so much. Who knew that things would have turned out this way?

"Darn!" Shippo said as he approached. "I missed them." The kitsune looked up to the sky.

"Don't worry, Shippo," Kohaku said. "As soon as business is finished here, we'll head right over. Oh… by the way, were you able to inform Inuyasha, Kagome and the others?"

"Are you kidding!" the kitsune sniffed. "I personally left word with Kaede-sama. I would not be surprised if they find Kagome camped out at the temple."

xXxXx

"What is that?"

Miroku looked down as Suiren's finger pointed to the large crater in the ground. The monk smiled and informed the children that was his father's grave.

"Our grandfather?" Shun'ei asked.

"Yes, son," Miroku said. "We will pay our respects once we land."

Steering Kirara down to the temple grounds, the foursome dismounted and walked the short distance to the grave and entered the crater. Each kneeled as Miroku offered prayer to the small shrine at the center and each bowed as the devotions ended.

"This is a strange burial, Chichi-ue," Shun'ei said. "It is not like the small shrine you built for mother back at the village."

"That's right," Suiren added. "Why does Haha-ue have a shrine anyway?"

"I will gladly answer your question later, Shun'ei, as it is a long story that you both should know about. As for the shrine built for your mother… well, both your uncle and I wanted to make sure we never forgot her." Grabbing Sango's hand, he pulled her close. "It was our way of remembering her."

Climbing from the crater, Sango blushed as she thought of their tribute to her. Kohaku had offered to take down the shrine at the corner of the slayers village, but she had declined. It would serve to remind her that she was much loved and had been missed.

"Sango-chan?"

They all turned to the hoarse whisper. The taijiya smiled to see the rotund figure of Mushin walking towards them, leaning heavily on his staff. "Mushin-sama," Sango breathed. Meeting the old man halfway, she stopped and bowed respectfully. Before she could lift her head, she was engulfed in a bear hug.

Shyly, Sango returned the embrace. It was not until she felt the wetness on her shoulder that she realized Mushin was crying.

"Mushin-sama!" Pulling back, she stuttered. "It's… it's all right."

Putting her arms around him, she guided him back to the temple stairs and they sat. Sango listened to the old man weeping silently and looked up as her husband approached. "Houshi-sama?"

"He is fine, Sango," Miroku smiled. "He is simply happy to see you."

"I am happy to be home, Mushin-sama," Sango told him.

"If you continue to weep that way, you will be unable to greet our children properly," Miroku said and pushed the twins forward.

"Children?" Mushin's head snapped up and he rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his robe.

"Suiren… Shun'ei," Miroku began the introductions. "I would like you to meet my mentor and friend, Master Mushin."

Suiren was the first to approach. She stood in front of the old monk and said, "I'm Suiren, it is a pleasure to meet you, Houshi-sama."

As his vision cleared from his tears, Mushin looked at the child and exclaimed, "Great Kami, Miroku, she looks like your mother." Beaming under his praise, Suiren giggled as Mushin tousled her hair.

Shun'ei stepped forward and bowed. "I am Shun'ei, I am honored to meet my father's sensei."

Mushin turned to the boy and his smile faltered. Rising from his seat on the stairs, the old monk stood and bowed in return. "I am honored as well, Shun'ei-san." With a nervous laugh, Mushin turned to the others. "Come in, everyone" he said. "You must be tired from traveling. How about some refreshment?"

Miroku watched as his family followed behind Mushin and entered the temple. The monk rubbed his chin, perplexed by Mushin's reaction to his son. He lagged behind as he wondered what could have caused Mushin to receive Shun'ei in such a manner. Had his mentor noticed there was something different about the boy too?

Taking the stairs two at a time, Miroku caught up to his family and placed a reassuring arm around his son's shoulders. He hoped the boy was not put off by Mushin's reception. Shun'ei looked up at his father and Miroku was relived to be graced with one of his son's rare smiles.

xXxXx

Sango, with Kirara, took the children on a tour of the temple. The twins were in awe of the tall ceilings and spacious areas. Suiren fell in love with the waterfall and Shun'ei with the room full of scrolls. Both children were so enthralled, Sango had to pry each from their favorite spot. While they were occupied, Miroku decided to have a word with his mentor.

He found the older monk in the main hall. As he approached, he noticed that Mushin stood in the window watching the children play on the temple grounds.

"Mushin-sama…" Miroku began.

"I am sorry, Miroku," Mushin's eyes were focused on the boy outside. "I did not mean to be so abrupt with Shun'ei, but the aura surrounding him surprised me."

"So… you see them too?" Miroku leaned forward. "He has a strange power," the monk said and went on to explain what he had learned so far. He also told Mushin about the incident in the woods in his pursuit of Hajime. "Do you know what sort of power it is?"

"The boy's aura is dark," Mushin said simply and continued to watch Shun'ei. "Is this power a gift or a curse?"

"What?" Miroku panicked. "No! It can't be," he spat. "Not another damned curse!" As he said this, he lifted his hand containing the 'Kazaana'. "Kikyou promised… she said my children would not inherit this… this…"

"It is not the 'Kazaana'," Mushin said solemnly, "but something else. I don't know if the darkness is within your son or if the darkness beckons him."

"From what you told me," the older monk continued. "It appears Shun'ei attracts negative energy. He is quiet, reserved, solemn… he responds to and hoards emotions of grief, conflict, depression and even death on some level as this aura seems otherworldly. If this is the boy's fate, we might as well accept it."

"Never!" Miroku spat venomously. "I vow my son will not be encumbered by a cursed life. That was to end with me. I will not accept this!" Miroku said savagely.

"You know better than anyone, Mushin-sama, that although I asked many women to bear my children, I never intended to have any. I took great care to make sure that never happened."

Looking out over the lawns, Miroku watched his son walking next to his mother and sister with Kirara perched on his shoulder. "I never planned to have a child carry this burden or to have him watch his father perish before his eyes because of it. My plan was only to destroy Naraku or to die trying."

"This is not what I want for him," the monk continued to vent. "I will save my son from this wretched curse, if that's what it is; I swear on my life."

"I thought you might feel that way," Mushin said and finally turned to the boy he had raised like a son. "Tomorrow we will test him. Together we will discover the source your son's power, what it means and determine whether it is a gift to use or a curse to contain."

"Thank you, Mushin-sama!" Miroku visibly calmed down and bowed. "Thank you."

xXxXx

The family sat at the waterfall. Per Suiren's request they were having lunch on the grassy knoll a short distance away. A misty breeze blew from the rapids, but the foursome did not mind. Sango and Miroku sat silently as they watched the children and Kirara play.

Throughout the meal, her husband had seemed distracted and Sango had caught him pensively watching their son. Waiting until the children went off to play, the taijiya inquired.

"Is something bothering you, Houshi-sama?"

He turned to her and smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. Sliding close to her, he grabbed her hands and caressed them. He could not tell his wife about Mushin's theories regarding Shun'ei. The monk decided to wait to see what they discovered tomorrow. However, Sango was very in tuned to him, for now he would have to find a way to distract her.

"Are you happy here, Sango?" His blue eyes searched hers.

"Of course," Sango gasped. "Why would you think that I was not?"

Miroku did not answer, but hung his head. The taijiya dropped her husbands' hands to cup his face and raised his head so she could look into his eyes.

"I am happy wherever you are," she told him, her brown eyes shimmered with love. "You have given so much of yourself, Houshi-sama. I will never be able to repay you."

"You have already repaid me tenfold, mother of my children." He leaned forward and brushed his nose gently against hers. "However, there are other ways…" he left off suggestively.

Lowering his head, he intended to kiss her, however…

"Inuyasha-sama!"

Suiren's squeal alerted the adults. Miroku and Sango rose hurriedly to see the familiar red haori approaching.

The girl twin took off at a run and before the hanyou could outmaneuver her, Suiren latched on to his leg.

"What the hell…" Inuyasha tried to shake the child loose, but Suiren held on tight. "Hey, Miroku!" he yelled. "Get this kid offa' me, she's like a leech!"

The monk and the taijiya only laughed in response as they watched the hanyou try to disengage from the child. Finally, Miroku could not stand it any longer and bade his daughter to release him. The tug of war ceased and Suiren stood smiling up at the hanyou.

"Keh!" He leaned down and stuck a fist in her face. "I ain't hit a kid in awhile, but you're pushin' it!"

"Inuyasha." An angelic voice said calmly and the hanyou's movements froze. "Oswari!"

"Ugh!" Inuyasha slammed hard into the ground.

"It works!" Suiren jumped for joy.

"Whoa!" Shun'ei' was impressed. He and his sister both turned as a young woman walked slowly up the incline. "You must be Lady Kagome!" the children chorused.

"I am," The miko smiled. "I bet I can guess who you two are. Inuyasha has told me so much about you," she said, bending to their level.

"Keh!" Inuyasha sniffed into the ground. "Couldn't tell her nothin' good."

"Kagome." Sango said softly. Her feet started to move. "Kagome-chan!" the taijiya giggled like pubescent and then broke into a run.

"Sango-chan!" Kagome squealed like Suiren and opened her arms wide. The children moved to the side as their mother flew into Kagome's arms. They laughed, cried, whispered and acted like two girls Suiren's age. They constantly talked over each other as the asked and answered questions.

"The twins are adorable. Your hair is longer. Have you seen the village yet? We are so proud of Kohaku. I know Miroku must be very happy" Kagome chatted.

"You're having a baby? How wonderful! You have that glow. Inuyasha must be beside himself. I can't imagine him changing nappies." Sango gushed.

The women were in their own world as the spent the afternoon catching up. The children went about their play. Inuyasha was finally able to get up and joined Miroku on the hillside.

"Wench," the hanyou muttered; his head was still reeling from his wife's sitting. "Wear the red haori, Inuyasha… wear the nenju beads, Inuyasha… it will make Sango feel 'nastagic', Inuyasha," he mimicked Kagome.

"Nostalgic," Miroku corrected.

"Whatever!" the hanyou snapped. "She knew what she was doin'… damn it, I can't believe I fell for that!" Inuyasha stopped venting and noticed the gloomy expression on Miroku's face.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Are the brats gettin' on your nerves already?"

"No." The monk appeared distracted. Suddenly, he turned to the hanyou. "Are you staying tonight?"

"Wha… well, yeah." After a moment's hesitation, Inuyasha looked skeptical and asked, "Why?"

"Good," Miroku said.

xXxXx

Walking through each room of the dojo, the memories returned to Sango. She stood and inhaled deeply as she recalled the post nuptials and shared passion of her short stay here. It did not matter how brief her visit; this is where she became a woman in her husbands arms and where their children were conceived. To Sango, this was home.

"We will never get this done with you daydreaming like that," Kagome smiled, but had a gleam in her eye. "So this is the honeymoon haven, huh?"

Sango blushed furiously and even harder when the miko added, "Wow, you can still blush like that after having twins."

"Kagome-chan!" The taijiya's face was beet red and Kagome laughed harder.

Everyone stayed at the temple last night. Sango and Kagome had stayed up late, talking and reacquainting with each other. They awoke to find the men gone. Mushin, Miroku, Inuyasha and Shun'ei were all missing from the morning meal. Only a note was left to say they would return soon.

Deciding to make the dojo habitable, Sango, Kagome and Suiren had spent the morning cleaning.

"Where is Suire-chan?" the miko asked, looking around.

"Avoiding work," the taijiya answered. "Kiara is with her, she will be safe."

"Well now, she's smart enough to take a break," said Kagome. "Why don't we do the same?"

Settling in the main room, Sango prepared tea and they sat and chatted amicably. Suddenly, Sango gathered enough nerve to ask.

"Kagome, has…well… do you know if…"

"I know nothing of other women and Miroku, Sango-chan." The miko had anticipated this question since last night.

Scratching her head in Kohaku like fashion, Sango smiled sheepishly. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Always have been," Kagome smiled back, "we were just too afraid to say anything."

Clasping her hands in her lap, the taijiya continued. "Seven years is a long time, Kagome-chan, and Houshi-sama is a handsome man and very worldly."

"I used to wonder what he saw in me. Why, with all the beautiful women around, why he bothered with me."

Kagome reached over and patted her friend's hand. "Love," she said simply. "I truly believe Miroku loved you long before he told you."

"When I tell you that I know nothing of other women, I'm telling the truth, however, it does not mean they did not exist. Nevertheless, I want you to think Sango. You two are together again, you have given him two beautiful children and your husband loves you. Under the circumstances, does that really matter now?"

"No," Sango did not hesitate. "Only that we love each other; that's all that matters."

"Good," Kagome stated. "Now… when are you going to open that package over there?" She pointed to the gift given to her by Mayura. "I'm dying to see what it is."

xXxXx

"It is as I thought," Mushin said somberly.

Miroku stood by and waited for the older monk to elaborate, but not Inuyasha. Jumping between the two monks, in one fluid motion, he withdrew the Tetsaiga.

"Ah - ha!" the hanyou spat with a crazed look in his eye and the sword poised to strike. "Where is it, where's the demon?"

Shun'ei was already uncomfortable covered in ofudas and lying in the purification pool. His father had explained what Mushin wanted to do and why. They wanted to see if his powers were good or evil. Although apprehensive, the boy trusted his father's mentor.

The boy had begun to relax listening to Mushin's murmurings and jumped at the sound of Inuyasha unsheathing his sword. Shun'ei's eyes grew wide as the hanyou stood over him.

"Inuyasha," Miroku said calmly, "put that thing away."

"Keh!" the dog demon sniffed. "I ain't takin' no chances!"

The hanyou moved away and took a seat, but laid the Tetsaiga across his lap, just in case.

Wading into the pool, Mushin offered his hand to Miroku's son to help him up. "Are you all right, son?" the older monk asked.

"Yes… just a little cold," Shun'ei replied, his small body trembling.

Wrapping the child in an extra robe, they stepped out of the pool. Leading the child to a set of boulders near Inuyasha, they all sat together. "Tell me, young Shun'ei," Mushin began. "What do you know of your powers?"

"Well… not a lot," the boy responded. "I just seem to know when someone is sad or angry. If it is really strong I can feel it, even see it sometimes."

"Do you have visions?" Miroku asked his son.

"Do you mean the people I see that no one else does?" Shun'ei blushed as his father and the older monk exchanged looks. "I… I know you don't believe me, but I'm not making it up!" he beseeched Miroku.

"Like the man in the woods, the one who told me to go after you father. He said… he said that you were angry and that you needed me. That's why I followed you into the woods instead of going back as you told me to do."

Shun'ei hung his head and sighed, "I'm sorry, Chichi-ue."

"No, there is no need to be sorry," Miroku leaned forward and tousled his son's hair. "I was glad you came, one day you will truly understand how you helped me that day."

"This man you spoke of," the monk continued. "What did he look like?"

"He was a tall monk with a baldhead and dark eyes. His robes looked like the ones Mushin-sama wears and his smile reminded me of… Suiren's."

"Father," Miroku whispered.

"That man, like the others, had a strange light surrounding him," Shun'ei continued. "Oji-san is the only real person I have seen with that same light."

Inuyasha's eyes widened when he heard this. "Hey kid, are you sayin' you can see…"

"Shun'ei-san," Mushin interrupted the hanyou. "We have some dry clothes for you here. Why don't you go change and then we can head home." They watched as the boy went off to change and then turned to each other.

"Miroku, your son is a spirit vessel; however, it is the negative emotions that stimulate his powers of embodiment. This is no curse, but we need to be careful as someone could use it as such. Anyone's soul that has traveled to the netherworld radiates a strange aura. Kohaku has that light and the boy detects it although he does not understand it."

"The only thing that has kept the evil spirits at bay is his twin," Mushin continued. "Suiren is the light to Shun'ei's darkness, however, he must learn to protect himself and tap into his own strengths."

Miroku exhaled slowly. "I am glad to hear this is no curse, thank you, Mushin-sama. We shall begin his spiritual training immediately."

"So… when are ya' gonna tell the kid he can see ghost?" Inuyasha asked. "It's best to tell him now, no sense puttin' it off."

"Inuyasha does have a point," Miroku said and Mushin nodded in agreement. "I'll give him time to get settled, talk with Sango and we will tell him together."

"Bring both children to me tomorrow, Miroku," said Mushin. "We shall start in the morning."

"Don't expect much their first day," Miroku stated. "Other than the barrier they formed that first day, I have not detected much energy from either child, especially Suiren."

"Then you must not be focused," chuckled Mushin as he walked away. "Young Suiren's spiritual power potential rivals her brother's and exceeds that of her father and grandfathers"

Miroku's jaw dropped as he stared after the old monk.

Inuyasha howled at the shocked look on his friends face and slapped him on the back. "Geez, Miroku, did he just say that puny daughter of yours is stronger than you are?"

xXxXx

Kagome smiled like a Cheshire cat. She, Suiren and Kirara had arrived back at the temple just in time to see Inuyasha, Miroku, Mushin and young Shun'ei coming across the grounds.

The miko was pleased with her plans and had no qualms about recruiting her husband in them. She was practically rubbing her hands together with glee as she approached the men.

Sango had changed in many ways over the years. She was stronger, more self-assured and was even able to talk openly and express her feelings, unlike before. However, her femininity had lain dormant without Miroku around.

From what Kagome had learned, there had been a few suitors in Sango's past, but none that the taijiya acknowledged as such. Sango never gave excuses; she simply stated that she was not interested.

The taijiya had always been oblivious to her earthy beauty. She did not know that her brown eyes had an exotic slant and shimmered with gold flecks. Nor did she care that her hair was a tumbling mass of silk. Girls of Kagome's time would envy Sango's luxurious locks especially as she obtained it with no access to the hair products of their time.

As a warrior, Sango had always kept a toned body, however, after two children she was still slender, but shapely. Kagome laughed as she remembered a certain young monk's attraction for a specific part of the taijiya's anatomy.

Miroku yearned for her. Everyone knew that, but this was Kagome's first time noticing Sango's passion.

While cleaning at the dojo, her friend had walked around the place entranced. Sango was unaware of how her body had arched in response to the memory of her post nuptials. As they sat and talked, Sango had tried to inquire about other women in her husband's life.

Truthfully, neither she nor Inuyasha had ever known the monk to be with a woman during Sango's absence, but Kagome had suspected it. As Sango said, the monk was handsome and worldly, but he had also been lonely and in pain. The miko was sure that he had tried to assuage that hurt in the arms of another, but had never stopped loving his new bride.

After she and Sango had finished cleaning, the taijiya retrieved the package given to her by the woman called Mayura and begun unwrapping the gift.

Kagome gasped at the contents, but Sango simply smiled.

"Oh my," said the taijiya. Standing up, she slid the robe from its wrappings and held it up against her. "It's made of the finest silk, but if you knew Mayura-chan, I would not expect anything less."

The robe was crimson with small, intricate, yellow leaflet designs embroidered about the wrist and hem. However, as Sango turned the robe around, the entire upper back was a portrait of a sinewy tiger. The head of the tiger appeared at the left shoulder, the length of the body traveled across the back with the tail ending at the right hip.

"Sango-chan," Kagome breathed. "It is truly lovely."

"Yes," Sango said unexcited, "A bit too flashy for me and it looks too big, but I will cherish it." In saying, she began to rewrap the package and then she remembered the instructions. Before Sango could pick up the card Mayura had written for her, Kagome snatched it up quickly.

"Let me take a look at that," the miko said. After reading it silently, that was when she decided to help Mayura put her plan into action.

Kagome was having a brainstorm. She hoped to one day meet this Mayura; the woman sounded like quite a character and she would make sure that her instructions were carried out.

It was clear that this woman was familiar with Sango, it was evident from the type of garment she chose. The robe was not to the taijiya's taste, but it did wonders for her figure and her coloring. The side slits were high and would accentuate Sango's long legs. It was clear where Mayura was going with this.

Reading the instructions, Kagome decided to alter them a bit, but with the same goal in mind. Mayura knew Sango well, but she had not spent much time with Miroku.

Mayura had asked Sango to pin up her hair when she wore the robe, but Kagome would suggest she leave it down and brush it until it crackled with life. Miroku loved Sango's hair and had watched her many nights as she performed this routine.

The other instructions dealt with orchestrating provocative situations. With Miroku's experience, he would see right through that and so Kagome dismissed that. After all, Sango's innocence had appealed to Miroku. In fact, it was best if Sango knew nothing of the attempt to seduce her husband, Kagome already knew that would not go well. It was best to just set the stage and see what developed.

"Ah… well, Sango-chan," the miko smiled up from the list. "Why don't I help prepare dinner and finish things here while you take a soak in the hot tub? After so many days on the road, you must be looking forward to it."

"Would you mind?" Sango asked. "A nice hot bath sounds good right now."

"It's settled then," the miko beamed. "You'll get a chance to wear your nice new robe too," she said slyly.

Kagome tried to keep a straight face as she walked towards Miroku. Walking into the midst of men, she linked an arm with Inuyasha and she smiled up at the monk.

"Where have you guys been?" Especially you Miroku," Kagome scolded. "We spent the entire morning and afternoon cleaning the dojo and you just disappeared."

"I am sorry, Kagome-chan," Miroku apologized, but would not go into details about their outing until he had talked with his wife. "Where is Sango?"

"The poor girl is exhausted," Kagome said offhandedly. "I left her napping at the dojo."

"We have traveled a long way." The monk sounded disappointed. "Well… we shall let her rest." There was always tomorrow, he thought. "I will go prepare dinner for the children."

"No need." Kagome held up her hand. "Kaede-sama really wants to meet the children, but is unable to travel. Therefore, Inuyasha and I have decided to take them with us."

"What!" the hanyou screeched. "If you think that I…"

"In-u-ya-sha."

He hated it when she pronounced his name that way. With the nenju beads around his neck, the hanyou held back. He sat scowling as he muttered something about 'waiting until they got home'. The power of the beads only worked on this side of the well.

"Actually, your dinner is ready, Miroku," Kagome told him. "Sango prepared a meal before her nap. Why don't you check on her and we will tend to the twins. Right, Inuyasha?" She turned to her husband.

He scowled deeper and muttered obscenities out of earshot of the children.

"Oh come on," the miko said. "You know you need the practice."

Inuyasha softened on hearing that. "Come on, brats!" he snapped and turned on his heel with the twins in tow.

Kagome and Mushin stood outside and watched the hanyou and the children enter the temple; the monk headed for the dojo. With a satisfied smirk, the miko shook her head and heard Mushin say with a chuckle.

"You handled that quite well, Kagome-chan."

"It wasn't hard," she smiled. "Those two are clueless."

"They are still young," he chuckled even harder. "An old man like me was not fooled for a moment."

xXxXx

It felt good against her skin; Sango had to admit as she slid her arms into the robe. The taijiya had just finished her bath. She had sat and brushed her hair until it glistened with a healthy glow; it was left loose and fell softly about her shoulders. Leaving the bath, she came out to find the dojo empty.

Securing the robe at the waist, she surmised that Kagome had taken Kirara; she and Suiren must have gone to call the men to dinner. Turning to the hearth, Sango moved to check on the stew.

The fabric from the robe moved sinuously against her legs as she walked, the thigh-high slit in front of the fabric allowed room for her long legged stride. Sango thought the large size was for comfort, but she had to clutch the sides when she walked to keep the robe from dragging the floor. The sleeves were also a problem as they reach well below her wrist.

"Such a bother," Sango muttered as she began to roll the sleeves back. It may be a beautiful garment, but it was useless otherwise. She did not know why Kagome insisted she wear it. She only gave in because it was Mayura's parting gift. So intent on her task, she did not hear the soft footfalls of her husband arriving.

Miroku stepped lightly. He lacked the stealth of his wife, but he did not want to disturb her sleep. He could smell the stew she had prepared and his mouth watered.

After living with Rie and Nari over the years, Sango's cooking skills had improved. Before, her meals were simple and basic. However, under the other women's tutelage, the taijiya had learned to incorporate the use of herbs and spices to enhance the flavors of certain foods.

With everything going on, the monk had not realized he was starving. Opening the shoji to the dojo, he was presented with a view that replaced one hunger for another.

His wife stood in front of the hearth encased in crimson silk. Her dark hair glowed from the fire; the contrast of fabric and light accentuating the russet undertones. His eyes roamed her form. The neatly tied obi called attention to her small waist. The slits in the front exposed the long lines of her shapely legs and her dainty feet peeked from beneath the pool of material.

Reaching behind, Miroku closed the shoji and Sango looked up.

"There you are," she greeted, but continued to fiddle with the sleeves. "Your meal is ready; where are the children?"

"The meal can wait," Miroku tossed his shakujou in a corner. He watched his wife's head jerk up at his words and her surprise at the abuse of his weapon.

"Houshi-sama?"

That was as far as she got. The monk leaned down and tossed her over his shoulder. He heard her yelp as her head dangled upside-down.

"Houshi-sama," she gasped. "What are you…"

Sango's question was cut off as she felt him boldly caress the back of knee. His hand then slid up her thigh until he fully groped her firm rounded derriere.

Her entire upper body lifted from his back. Using his robe as leverage, she tried to look over her shoulder.

"Wha…"

"Very nice." Miroku's hands continued to stroke her flesh through the material. "Where did you get this?"

"From Mayura, you pervert," Sango snapped. "Put me down, Houshi-sama; Inuyasha and Kagome will be here any minute."

"No they won't, Angel," he chuckled. "Remind me to thank Mayura-chan next time we meet." He silently thanked Kagome; he must have still been in shock about the twins to notice the gleam in her eye. Turning down the hall with his prize, he headed straight for their room.

Once the shoji closed on the couple, neither cared that the dinner went cold. Sango's protest turned to whimpers of pleasure and in her arousal, Houshi-sama, once again, became Miroku-kun.

xXxXx

Separating from the other taijiya, Kohaku hurried back to the main house. He had a few more issues to deal with in the village and then he and Shippo could head to the temple.

Approaching the house, he looked up to see the kitsune standing at the bottom of the stairs. As he got closer, we noticed that Shippo looked pensive.

"What's the matter, Shippo?" Kohaku asked looking down on his friend.

"You have visitors," the kitsune informed him and pointed upstairs.

"Oh… who are they?"

"Dunno," Shippo said. "They appear to be two old women and a couple of kids, but that's a disguise. Someone has them shrouded in magic… fox magic."

"You mean from your clan?" Kohaku looked surprised. Only certain members of Shippo's clan were bestowed with magical powers. For years the kitsune had been searching any survivors, it looks like he may have found someone.

Heading for the stairs, Kohaku hesitated as he noticed Shippo had not moved. "Are you coming," he asked the kitsune.

"No," Shippo said. "The person behind the magic is not with them; thanks all the same, but I'll wait out here. Just shout when you want the spell broken."

Kohaku nodded and continued up the stairs. Entering the main room, the taijiya noticed two adults and two smaller figures sitting. Although heavily cloaked, Kohaku knew the two older individuals were women. He also noticed the aged hands as one woman reached for her teacup. However, Shippo had told him that was a ruse, but Kohaku decided to play along.

"Good afternoon," he began politely. "I am Kohaku. I was informed that you wanted to speak with me."

"Yes," one of the women spoke. "We came to inquire if you are taking new students."

"Always," the taijiya said with a smile. "Are you inquiring on behalf of the children?"

"I am," the woman spoke again, she put down the teacup and leaned back, but the cloak still partially covered her face.

A jolt of recognition shot through Kohaku. Her response, her movement was so… familiar. "Is there a reason you are in disguise?" His tone was neutral. "If you are demons, there is no need for concern. Quite a few demons reside here."

The second woman began to fidget on hearing this; the first woman reached out and covered her hand to still her movements. As Kohaku sat and watched them interact, he realized he knew them, but from where alluded him. He decided it was time to end the pretense.

"Shippo!"

From outside, the kitsune countered the magic, creating a reversed spell. Inside, Kohaku watched as the aged hands of both women turned youthful. With the spell broken, the women rose to their feet. The first woman lifted her head and Kohaku gasped in shock.

"Kikyou!"

He ran and embraced her. They exchanged a few words and then he turned to the other woman. He watched her reach up to remove the hood and his heart thumped in his chest. Kikyou was forgotten for the moment as he stepped closer to the young woman. He looked unsure, but then so did she, as she seemed to be waiting for him to recognize her. With a small smile, he breathed, "Rin."

She smiled then and with an excited giggle, she jumped into his arms. "Kohaku… you remembered."

From then on, it was the old Rin. She chatted non-stop, Kikyou looked amused and Kohaku surprised. She may sound like the little girl who had traveled with Sesshomaru, but he noticed that she had grown into a beautiful young woman.

Suddenly, Kikyou spoke and informed Kohaku of their reason for being there. "I have a request, Kohaku-san."

The taijiya agreed to the request before he knew what it was. How could he say no to the person who had given his life back? He watched as she moved to the two small figures still cloaked. Kikyou unveiled the first child; he was a boy about Suiren and Shun'ei's age with dark hair and eyes.

As she moved to the smaller figure, the child lifted his head and Kohaku's eyes widened. This child was definitely a demon. Kohaku knew, before Kikyou removed the cloak, before it was pulled back to reveal the long silver hair pulled back into a low ponytail, even before he noticed the insignia on the back the child's hand as he flipped a wayward strand of hair behind his ear; he knew whose child this was.

Kikyou stood behind the children with a hand on each shoulder. With a brief, but rare smile, she said, "Kohaku, these are my sons. I would like you to train them."

xXxXx

They had done this before.

Miroku and Sango sat on the engawa and watched the newly risen sun chase away the last shadows of night. The monk's arm held his wife close to his side as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Both were quiet as they took in the sight before them. Although neither had slept much that night, they both felt rejuvenated. They had made love, talked to the early hours of the morning and then made love again.

Miroku had informed her of Suiren and Shun'ei's powers. It caused her much concern, but she knew, together, she and her husband would guide the children through. They also had a great support system. Mushin, Kagome, Kohaku, Inuyasha, Kaede, Kirara and Shippo would be there for them as well.

She thought of Rie, Mayura Akio, Nari, Fujiko, the young monk, Tsuneo and wondered how they were faring. She had promised to visit soon and she would keep that promise.

"Are you cold?" her husband whispered close to her ear.

"Hmm." The taijiya snuggled in his embrace. "I shall never be cold with your arms to hold me."

"Then you shall never be cold again." Miroku smiled and kissed the top of her head. As soon as the words were spoken, the sun finally broke free of the mountains and bathed the valley with light. The monk stood up and pulled his wife with him. Shielding their eyes from the sun, they held hands and basked in the warmth of the sun.

The End.

Authors Notes: I would like to thank everyone who made this fanfic possible. Many thanks to Iggy - Essence of Angst who, without her, I would not have had the nerve to attempt an ongoing fic and for her constant grammar corrections. Thanks to my consistent reviewers - Ishimaru Amon, sangofan89, FallenStardust, Kera Shedan, FaBzZ and shippousangooffe. You guys did not miss a beat or a chapter. Thanks to GothicAnimeGirl for adding this story to the Sango/Miroku C2 Community - if I did not say so before, I am really honored. Let's not forget my anon reviewers: lynyangell and nathbella. Thanks to everyone who added me to their favorites and alerts list, all of you have really inspired me.

Now… just to answer a question for lilli. I left Miroku with the 'Kazaana' so he could show as well as tell his children about the ex-curse. In addition, his knowledge and control of the winds will serve a purpose in the sequel. Besides that, I always thought it was kinda cool.

Yes… I did say sequel. Actually, "The End" is part one of a trilogy. I did not withhold this from you; I only decided this during the last few chapters in this fic and a few chapters into "Forbidden." I thought… why not combine the stories. "The End" is part one, "Forbidden" is part two and the Kohaku/Rin story I have planned (due for release before Christmas) is part three. It will answer the lingering questions (cliffhangers) at the end of this fanfic. I hope you plan to indulge.