Beaming, Sango lifted the baby under her right arm. “This is Aimi.” Her left arm rose as she lifted the other. “And this is Airi.” “Waaah! How cute!” Kagome gushed as she leaned forward, two pairs of deep brown eyes blinking up at her in sleepy question. “But…Sango-chan, how can you tell them apart? They

The Lord of the Western Lands lifted a hand to his chest as a brisk wind rustled through the trees, attempting to tug loose the white ribbon tied to his armor. Securing the ribbon’s knot anew, he let his claws return to the smooth face of the boulder upon which he sat, idly watching as

Hiyoshimaru trailed from Nobunaga’s shoulder like a small furry banner as they barreled ahead through the demonic wood. Unable to see it coming through the miasmic darkness, the miko and samurai yelped as a sharp-edged wooden tendril speared through the thin barrier surrounding them, only Entei’s swift maneuvering keeping their heads above their shoulders. Drawing

One Year Later “Amari-kun,” Kagome said, stepping lightly over a puddle of simmering, shouki-laced tar, “I don’t have a very good feeling about this place…” Gliding above the ground beside her, Entei tossed his flickering mane in agreement. “I know what you mean…” the young samurai replied uneasily, his monkey companion Hiyoshimaru digging all four

“Jakken-sama, please tell us another!” “Please, please!” “Oh, all right, all right!” the imp huffed in feigned irritation. “I suppose.” A small cheer went up among the gathered children as they circled closer to him in the grass. Perched upon the stump of a felled tree, Jakken straightened theatrically. “It is said,” he began with

“…No.” All the happiness, all the relief–all the sheer joy and elation Kagome had felt upon defeating Naraku and reclaiming the Jewel, upon returning home with her friends, upon reuniting with Sesshoumaru–all of it was being stripped away, torn out from underneath her until nothing remained but that dark place of pain she’d prayed she’d