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A/N: The best way to follow up @inukag-week is to follow it up with more InuKag. This chapter didn’t quite fit any of the themes this year, so I held off on posting. I’m so glad I finished this though. It’s been a long time coming—plus, I can focus on the final installment. I hope you’ll enjoy reading chapter two of One Day With You. (Everyone please send me inspirational vibes so I can give you chapter three ASAP.)

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Chapter 2: She’ll Talk if She Wants to

The spring air filtered freely through the window, and sunlight traced lazy lines on Kagome’s checkered skirt while a kettle smothered the orange flames in the center of the Kaede’s hut. When they were on their journey to defeat Naraku, Kagome hadn’t appreciated the comely nature of these types of fire, but three years ago the high school graduate never imagined missing them. 

“Kohaku says he doesn’t like coming by, but he and Kirara still visit all the time. I know they’ll be so excited to see you again,” Sango said, idly combing her fingers through her daughters’ hair. Three years ago, Kagome’d listen to Sango talk about Kohaku, but it was never like this. Now there wasn’t any strain in her voice—the palpable weight she carried for him was gone. 

“I’m so glad to hear they’re doing well! Especially Kohaku,” Kagome replied, smiling softly as she caught Kin’u yawning. The twins, whom Kagome learned were named Kin’u and Gyokuto, hadn’t shared the same excitement as she did hearing Sango gush over their uncle. Instead, they’d taken to resting their heads on their mother’s thighs. They used their small hands to pillow these full, healthy cheeks that Kagome couldn’t get over. 

In doing this, the twins became mirror images of their younger brother, Hisui, who’d already fallen asleep secured to his father’s back. Being parents looked so natural for Miroku and Sango, and Kagome knew there was no other way for her to meet them again. 

“Enough about us, though,” Sango waved off, “I want to hear about you.” ... Read the Complete Chapter on Archive of Our Own or Fanfiction.net. And if you’re new to the story, check out the first chapter on Archive of Our Own or Fanfiction.net.

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A/N: I started this piece two years ago, and I finally figured out what was missing from it! Hope you guys are able to enjoy it because I’m stoked with how it turned out.

Summary: Post!Cannon. InuYasha and Kagome have been married for a few months and spend an evening under the stars.

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There wasn’t a cloud in sight tonight, and deep hues of blue and purple stretched out much further than Musahi’s domain. A few months passed since Kagome returned through the Bone Eater’s Well, and spring already yielded to the sticky humidity of summer. InuYasha hardly noticed it. With Kagome around, he didn’t pay attention to the lengths of the days or how cool the shade could keep him. He just paid attention to her.

InuYasha breathed in the scent of lilies and bergamot; he couldn’t hide his smile if he tried. It only widened at the telltale sound of soft footfalls. “How’d it go?” He asked Kagome before she could even sit down.

“It was another false alarm.”

“Damn. Even before it’s born, that kid’s a handful.”

Kagome laughed, taking her seat beside the half-demon. “I missed this,” she confessed, smoothing out her red hakama.

“We were just here this afternoon,” InuYasha carped, ‘cause sure, the grass was a darker shade of green now that the sun had set, but it was still the same damn place. He watched his wife for a moment, noticed how the nearby fireflies followed her—how they circled them both in an ethereal glow.

Kagome sighed, turning her attention skyward. “It’s just that back in the other world, I used to sneak into the mini-shrine after everyone was asleep. I knew it wouldn’t work, but I still got mad when I’d hop in the well, look up, and see the roof.” She brought her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

The other world... InuYasha thought to himself, following her gaze. “I would’ve killed for that view; I hated looking up and seeing this shit,” he countered, offering Kagome a lopsided grin. She hummed her acknowledgment, resting her head on the tops of her knees.

Four years ago, the two spent tons of nights like this, although pops from the fire and idle chatter from their friends usually kept them company. For three of those years, the only things InuYasha got to keep were the memories. Part of him believed it was meant to end up that way. Felt down to the bone that it was best for someone like Kagome to be with family, friends, and those pesky tests from her world. He practically dragged her through the well when they were looking for the Sacred Jewel shards and Naraku, so InuYasha never once considered that a world without him could be as empty as she described. Figured she just wouldn’t have the time to miss him. It was a lucky break that Kagome returned to this world saying she wanted to stay. Now, all they had was time. Time for him to wait around while she helped villagers, time to sit with her when she was done, and time to protect her so she’d be able to do the same for him.

“InuYasha, what are you thinking about?” Kagome asked, reaching out to brush her hand against his arm. The half-demon flopped backwards, crushing the damp grass below.

He pillowed his head with his hands, turning to look up at Kagome. InuYasha liked the dip of her nose, the way her lips rested. “How I’m always going to protect you,” he replied. It wasn’t a new declaration, but he still meant it. Besides, he couldn’t send her away when things got tough anymore, and Kagome couldn’t run home if she got mad at him–well, that wasn’t exactly true. The second Kagome grabbed his hand a few months back, he became the home she’d run to. The same kind of home she’d been to him for so long.

Kagome leaned over InuYasha, reaching down to caress his cheek. “Keep talking,” she told him, batting her eyelashes prettily. There was no way he’d deny her.

“What am I supposed to talk about, Woman?” InuYasha barked, his gruff frown staying put even after it elicited a small bout of laughter from the priestess—damn, she was a sight though. Hair black as ink on a scroll, scrunched nose with a smile.

“Anything,” Kagome said, drawing out the word so longingly that InuYasha almost asked her to keep talking.

“You’re distracting me,” InuYasha pointed out since Kagome made a habit of it. She distracted him from all sorts of stuff like the Sacred Jewel, his dreams of becoming a great demon, his insecurities, and the typical destiny of half-demons. Yet all she could do in light of the notion was ease herself down beside him like she belonged there. And for the record, she always had.

“Oh?”

InuYasha just wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Kagome rested her head on his chest, tracing circles across the robe of the fire rat. “I’m trying to stargaze–isn’t that why you told me to wait out here in the first place?”

“Yep, and I’m so sorry,” Kagome offered half-heartedly, shifting around so she could look over at him. InuYasha couldn’t really describe it; they were together under a dark night sky, but somehow Kagome made it feel as if they were looking up at a clear morning one. The type where the sun made a measly wick in oil out of the night’s brightest campfire.

“You should apologize since you’re the one that wanted me to look at these damn things. Coulda been home by the fire,” InuYasha scoffed.

“Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you up a little?” Kagome asked, and before he could answer she started kissing stars across his jaw, his cheeks, and forehead. InuYasha closed his eyes, claws skimming the fabric by her hips. He wanted to pull her flush to him, feel her weight. “Kagome...” Her name trickled like a line, turning each peck into a constellation.

“InuYasha,” Kagome echoed, lips hovering teasingly above his. But he learned never to hesitate, just to kiss her whenever he could.

InuYasha moved languidly in tandem with her lips. The half-demon brushed the pad of his thumb across her cheek while she repositioned herself, hoisting her leg across his torso to straddle him. “You know, I used to never believe in people like you.”

“Time travelers?” Kagome asked, snapping out of her haze and cocking her head to the side.

“No, Stupid, I was one of those too,” InuYasha deadpanned, earning him a playful pout. “Humans like you.” He used to not need them, either. In the past, he never needed anyone. At least, that’s what he told himself when he decided to carve out a place for one. The notion became the foundation of his home, a mantra that tagged along everywhere he went since no one bothered challenging it.

“Until Mistress Centipede popped out of the well, I also didn’t believe in you.”

“Really? It was that old crone?”

“Oh yeah, Gramps used to tell me stories about ghosts and demons growing up, but I never bought any of it. Imagine my surprise when Mistress Centipede was dragging me to this world. Then I met you, and I had no choice but to believe,” she explained.

“Guess I kinda owe her one for that,” InuYasha admitted.

“She did tie us together, kind of like how we are now—huh?”

“I think you mean,” InuYasha paused for a moment, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug, “she tied us like this.” He squeezed her even tighter.

Kagome’s surprised squeak transformed into a fit of giggles as InuYasha ran his hands up her back and bent his head down to kiss her neck. “InuYasha, stop it,” she chided, pushing against his chest, but he didn’t move. “It wasn’t like this!”

InuYasha took the opportunity to switch positions. In seconds Kagome was gazing up at him, black hair fanning out on the grass. He caged her in, knees on either side of her waist, palms of his hands resting by her ears. His silver hair curtained them. “You’re right, we were pinned just like this,” he concurred.

“No, you were pinned,” she countered, reaching up to grab his forelocks. InuYasha raised his brow and Kagome shot him a coy smirk before jerking them down. InuYasha closed his eyes, his nose now brushing against hers. “But I remember us being like this. Tell me, InuYasha, do you still want me to let go of you?”

“No,” he replied, and she tugged on his forelocks a second time to bring their lips together.

InuYasha pulled back from her to give them just enough room to grab a breath. Just a moment so he could remind himself of where they were, but he didn’t need it. The half-demon dipped down to kiss her again, brushing his tongue along her lips until they opened and her arms encircled him. A rush of energy sparked in his core, and when he inhaled, there was so much of Kagome. Her scent and touch and taste.

How'd he do it? How’d he inspire Kagome to travel through time to end up in his arms? To end up in this place where there were forests that stretched on forever and demons and wooden carts instead of pink iron ones? “Kagome,” he said, lifting himself up. Tousled tendrils of her dark hair framed her features, making her nearly glow. They fell to the side when she wrapped her arms around his waist. InuYasha moved to lay next to her instead, resting his head in the palm of his hand and draping an arm around her. “What you said earlier… me, too.”

“What?”

InuYasha tucked Kagome’s hair behind her ears. “About having to believe in people like me. I’m really glad we met.”

“InuYasha…” His ear twitched at the sudden sound of several straw sandals crunching in the distance. He rolled over to flop on his back and grabbed Kagome’s hand. “InuYasha?” She inquired, but he didn’t have to answer her.

“I can smell them, they’re right over here!” Shippo announced and the half-demon groaned, slapping his free hand over his face and sliding it down. He stood up then, careful of the hand he was holding. InuYasha wordlessly stuck out his other hand and helped Kagome up.

“Man, we shoulda just gone home,” he grumbled, glaring ahead as Kagome brushed off her hakama. “What the hell are you lot doing out this late?” InuYasha called out while Kagome stood on her tiptoes to pluck a piece of grass out of his hair.

“Shippo decided to test out a new fox demon technique that woke up Hisui and the girls,” Sango explained.

“We decided to take a walk; hope we aren’t interrupting anything,” Miroku added with a predictable waggle of his brows.

InuYasha scowled. “As if,” he huffed, stuffing his hands into his sleeves.

“I asked InuYasha if we could sit outside for a few minutes to stargaze,” Kagome said, letting go of his hand to walk up the hillside.

InuYasha watched as she joined their friends. Kagome looked right standing with all of them.

He didn’t get the chance to tell her that when they met, she gave him no choice but to believe in the people like her, too. Kagome was the human who tossed offerings from villagers and family heirlooms to a half-demon like him as if he earned them. It was Kagome who laid out plans to carve out a place fit for a village and wanted him there. Kagome, the one who InuYasha’d never need because he hadn’t ever needed anyone before. But her ridiculous clothes and her floral scent changed his mantra. He hadn’t even noticed it—still couldn’t name the moment he found a home in Kagome. It just happened. She told him he wasn’t alone anymore and when he looked around, he saw everyone standing there; a priestess, a fox-demon, a monk, a demon slayer, and their family.

“Come on, InuYasha!” Kagome hollered and said half-demon shook his head. “Are you going stay down there?”

“Are you kiddin’!?” InuYasha bounced back, starting the stomp to their sides. InuYasha threw his arms back for his head to rest on. “I ain’t going to stay anywhere, not without you,” he told Kagome, offering the hill a passing glance. He had a feeling he’d be back tomorrow.

“Are you kiddin’!?” InuYasha bounced back, starting the stomp to their sides. InuYasha threw his arms back for his head to rest on. “I ain’t going to stay anywhere, not without you,” he told Kagome, offering the hill a passing glance. He had a feeling he’d be back tomorrow.

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Things to Keep Summary: There were others who loved and needed Kagome even though InuYasha was meant to be with her. He knew this, but gods, the cost of it. A one-shot that was edited and polished to shine just for its 2nd Anniversary.

A/N: Two years ago today, I thanked a close friend for inspiring me with a dream she had because every day InuYasha spent without Kagome must've felt like an unending dream. A few months ago, I polished up "Things to Keep" and submitted it for a Rumic Fanzine project. Unfortunately it was rejected since I'd already published a previous version, but I still wanted to give this piece back to you because I'd fallen in love with my edits. And more than that, I knew you guys loved the original enough to nominate it for the 2021 2nd Quarterly Inuyasha Fandom Awards and you believed in it enough for the story to win third place in the best one shot category. Thank your support back then (and now, too!), and I hope you enjoy reading this special version, taking note of all the little changes.

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Things to Keep (Anniversary Version)

InuYasha lounged under the shade of one of many trees lining the river near Kaede’s village. Miroku washed his family’s night robes with Gyokuto strapped to his back while Sango burped Kin’u. It’d been over a year since the well sealed. InuYasha still thought about the surprised look on Kagome’s face when he was pulled down the well, but he preferred to remember her safe in her mother’s arms. It was difficult to do. 

Kin’u burped and, within seconds, Sango had the newborn secured to her back. She knelt next to Miroku, telling him she’d take over as if she never stopped. InuYasha’s ear flicked. Despite catching their conversations more often, Sango’s tone was gentler than the half-demon was used to hearing. Miroku switched roles effortlessly, choosing to trade Sango’s clean pieces of laundry for dirty ones. 

And this was how they all lived now: resting by the greenery and exchanging cloth instead of sutras, oversized boomerangs, arrows, and swords. InuYasha wondered if Kagome’s days were boring like his; she always seemed frantic when he came to pick her up. Maybe she didn’t have time to think about them anymore. It would be easier for her that way.

Miroku shifted, putting InuYasha in Gyokuto’s line of vision. The newborn extended her arm out to him, and he was fascinated by the way her fingers flexed. The spaces between them were bigger than last month, putting him in a rotten mood. He hated seeing more of the world through those tiny fingers; it just meant the days Kagome spent here were getting smaller than the time they spent apart—if those types of things could even be compared. InuYasha had never really been around human babies before, so how was he supposed to know whether or not the emptiness Kagome left was even similar to babies growing up? The half-demon sharply turned away to offer Kin’u a passing glance instead. It’d be easier to watch that icicle of drool fall onto Sango’s back. 

The spring sun warmed everything in its path, something that only InuYasha’s legs understood while he lounged. 

Now Kin’u was gurgling, gnawing on her fist. 

Miroku once told him how remarkable it was that he always knew which twin was which, but the monk must’ve forgotten about InuYasha’s nose. The girls looked the same, but their scents were unique. It was kind of like Kikyo and Kagome’s: similar but only on the first sniff.

The afternoons were getting longer again. 

The sun’s reflection on the river’s surface shone like a beam now, hitting InuYasha right in the eyes. He blinked a few times, scowling. Damn thing made it nearly impossible to get a good look at that fibrous white towel, the one with the unmistakable blue polka dots that Sango was taking from Miroku. 

As if possessed by a demon, InuYasha was there. Standing by the river, standing before Sango. ....

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Summary: Post-cannon one shot for @inukag-week. InuYasha had a little girl, and she was going to be the most precious being in the entire world.

A/N: Holy macaroni and rice, I actually finished my InuKag Week piece and I finished it early, so I thought I'd give you all a head start on being able to read it as well!

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"For Her"

Miroku told him before that childbirth was one of the world’s greatest wonders. InuYasha couldn’t wait to punt that bozo across the village for even saying that. A wonder of life? The most curious thing to it was that anyone who went through it could live past it. And no one was happier than InuYasha to have a wife like Kagome who was living past it. 

InuYasha knew about tradition, that to a man labor was meant to remain a “wonder of the world”, but tradition had never been Kagome and his style. Two years ago, she left her family to be with him. On the other side of the Bone Eater’s Well, Kagome’s mother was doubtlessly minding her day without realizing that the two were having this baby. He owed it to her to be there for Kagome, right? It was a loose justification, but good an excuse as any to leave Miroku, Shippo, and the kids in the dust after what was probably a nasty contraction on Kagome’s end. She’d never made a sound like that before–it almost scared the shit out of him–and he panicked, flying past the door and scooping up her hand so tightly. Kaede, Sango, and Rin tried kicking him out. As if they’d ever gotten him to listen once his mind was made up. So the half-demon stayed, perched beside his priestess. He held her hand and dabbed a cold compress across her face every now and again. The whole time, he thought he’d vomit. He kind of still wanted to. Everything was loud, there were so many scents, and his own home felt like a cramped den. He had a rotten time–couldn’t stand feeling so useless while Kagome endured wave after wave of incomprehensible pain. But it was over now, and crying was the only sound he processed.  

They hadn’t spoken a word to each other since those cries began, and yet, somehow, InuYasha and Kagome managed to tell each other that their life as two was officially and entirely over. After placing the compress back into the bucket behind him, InuYasha’s hand traced up the side of Kagome’s face, until his fingers split by her ear. He brushed the side of her forehead with the pad of his thumb, trying his best to smile down at her. It was probably just sweat, but Kagome was glowing. The half-demon could’ve stayed like that, once Kagome’s hand held his in place, forever. 

“InuYasha, come and bring your daughter to Kagome,” Kaede said. The half-demon’s mind scrambled, trying to get on track. There really were three of them which meant he couldn’t only focus on Kagome. Her lips curved up at him as he turned away, and InuYasha quickly squatted down to dip his hands into a boiling bucket of water Rin poured. 

“My daughter…” InuYasha trailed, time lurching oddly in response to this second realization. InuYasha had a little girl, and she was going to be the most precious being in the entire world. He thought he was moving slowly toward the old hag, but no sooner was he faced with a swaddled newborn than he was able to mentally say his child's name for the first time. It was Moroha. He and Kagome agreed that regardless of who Kaede would hand off to them, it’d fit. 

Kaede placed her into the half-demon’s arms like it was nothing. And he guessed she was always putting babies into people’s arms. For InuYasha though... he’d never held someone quite as small as his daughter. She was magnificent, a red flush overtaking every scrunched up feature on her face. Screaming, she was screaming so loudly but he didn’t mind it. Moroha stopped once InuYasha began walking anyway, her tiny brown eyes blinking up at him curiously. “That’s it, your old man’s got you,” InuYasha told her, crossing the hut to kneel by Kagome, “and your mama’s right here.”

“Oh, Moroha,” Kagome whispered, arms already outstretched. InuYasha placed Moroha there gently, and when he could see his wife and child together–it made him blink, a lot. The fire’s warmth must’ve finally made it over to them, too, since he could finally feel it. InuYasha watched Kagome guide Moroha to her breast, she latched on eagerly and he couldn’t stop a small chuckle from escaping. Being born must’ve worked up an appetite. 

InuYasha watched her for a few moments, taking note of the fine black hair on her head and the funny way it dried from when Kaede washed her. It swirled up, kind of like it was in a very tall ponytail. His eyes traveled higher until they locked with Kagome’s. Their entire story seemed to play in the tears lining her eyes. It was getting hard to ignore the stinging in his own. He wondered if Kagome could see what he did: The time he dropped her off of his back when he thought she was useless, the moment the Sacred Jewel shattered, finding a home in her without even realizing it, falling in love with her, her staying by his side, the day he nearly lost her forever, and the three years he really had.

“InuYasha,” Kagome said, shifting Moroha to her other breast. 

“I know,” he replied, reaching out to smooth a stray hair of Kagome’s before lowering his hand to Moroha’s head. It was hard to believe that InuYasha used to live alone or that he spent any amount of time obsessing over power and magic jewels instead of a moment like this one. 

Moroha cooed, her fingers curling and uncurling themselves in the air. He brushed his thumb lightly across his baby girl's hair, mindful of his claws. She blinked over at him as she continued with her first meal, and InuYasha swore he caught the faintest trace of amber mixing with the brown there. It only made sense for his traits to make appearances since she was apart of her parents’ story, too. Although Moroha didn't understand any of it–wasn’t sure how much she’d care to hear when she got older–it was there. Kagome and InuYasha would always be there.

Kagome shifted their baby to rest in only one arm. “InuYasha, you’re crying,” she pointed out before pulling the sleeve of her sleeping robe over her hand to wipe at the tears. 

“Didn’t even notice,” the half-demon confessed. His hands searched past the robe; he wanted to hold his wife's hand–he wanted to pull both of them to him.

InuYasha’s past had never seemed so unreachable, but gazing over at his own daughter made it impossible to stop remembering. There were slurs, rocks, fights, and beds made in hollowed trees. Then there was finding Kikyo and losing her, the pain from her arrow, his own demon power, and Naraku. 

Moroha’s hands flapped while her fingers kept opening and closing. InuYasha intertwined one hand with Kagome’s while offering his index finger to Moroha. She grabbed it, and he knew. He knew how every bad part of his life was worth enduring since it led to Kagome, but that he’d only live it over and over and over again for her: Moroha.

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A/N: If Sunrise Studios gets to make no damn sense for two whole seasons of an InuYasha next generation spin off series then I can take some creative liberties and let InuYasha hang out with Kagome while she’s working hard to give birth to their child. Needless to say, this has like negative two ties to the Yashahime narrative, lol. I took Moroha with me to my own ever after where InuYasha and Kagome live very boring lives in Kaede’s Village. I began writing this piece back in November after a YouTuber I watched put out a video for the birth of her children. It made me wonder how I’d write Moroha’s birth. I listened to a lot of “Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2” while writing this piece; hopefully you guys enjoy this submission for InuKag Week!

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Summary: Ranma Saotome, age 19. He’s been Akane’s fiancé for three years. His goal? To weasel his way out of Nabiki’s bargaining. Of course, things don't go exactly as either of them planned.

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“What’s all this?” Ranma asked, scratching his stomach as he walked into the kitchen. He hadn’t been up for long, but usually Nabiki at least had breakfast in the pan and rice in the cooker by now.

Instead, Nabiki was smirking, leaning her elbows on the countertop with an array of ingredients staged in front of her. “It’s everything you need to make breakfast.”

“But it’s your turn,” Ranma said, yawning as he bypassed the middle Tendo sister, heading towards the cabinet to grab a water glass.

It hadn’t taken Nabiki very long to meet the martial artist by the sink. She turned the faucet off, leaving Ranma’s glass half full. “I was thinking, Saotome, that maybe we could work out a deal for–”

Ranma downed the water, wondering if it would be worth it to hear her out. He rolled his eyes and began tuning out the offer once he realized that it was way too early for his soon to be sister-in-law to give him options on her cooking day.

Cupping his hands by his mouth, the martial artist took a deep breath before yelling, “Hey, Aka–”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Nabiki hissed, swooping behind Ranma to cover his mouth with her hands.

“It’s not my turn,” he murmured, shrugging his shoulders.

“Are you trying to kill us?”

Ranma spun around, going to fill his glass up once more. “I ain’t afraid of Akane’s cooking: I’ve trained for this moment.”

“Is everything okay, Ranma?” Akane asked and Ranma hastily shut off the faucet, body tensing. He turned to face her. She was yawning and stretching her arms far above her head, it kinda looked cute… would’ve been cuter if he didn’t need to answer her.

Nabiki smiled devilishly. “Go on,” she insisted, elbowing him in the ribs.

And just like that all of Ranma’s gusto sprinted out the dojo doors. “I–uh, um, I got you a glass of water,” he ended up stammering out, making his way to Akane’s side.

“Oh, thanks?”

“Yeah, mornin’.”

So much for training for this moment, Ranma thought to himself.

Nabiki tapped Ranma’s shoulder on her way out of the kitchen. “Thanks for cooking breakfast, Brother Dearest.”

Ranma sighed. Dammit.

“I could help if you wanted,” Akane said.

Nabiki and Ranma both simultaneously exclaimed, “No!”

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A/N: In the Summer of ‘21, I was driving home from work when Taylor Swift’s “hoax” came on and, for whatever reason, the 200th listen of the song hit different. I realized that the concept of a faithless love being a believable hoax felt like Lum and Ataru, so when I got home I started writing about it. Now it’s the Spring of ‘22, and I’m revisiting some of fics I started. I’m not entirely sure if I wanted to make this longer, but I cleaned it up a bit and I’m very happy with what I have written. I hope you’re able to enjoy it, too!

Summary: Watching Ran’s UFO leave Rupa’s home-world, Lum reflects on why she isn’t leaving with Ataru and their friends.

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It was ridiculous that Lum’s great grandfather promised to give away a daughter he didn’t have to a complete stranger for a mushroom. It was unbelievable how after 120 years that same creep was still holding him to his word. What was worse, though, was how that old guy’s great grandson came to earth, threw around the word “fiancé” a bunch of times, and snuck an engagement ring onto Lum’s finger without even considering that she might be committed to someone else. And that “someone else” always took the cake, so when he called her a flirt on their way to school earlier? Oh, she’d seen the lightning before she struck Darling with it.

As Ran’s UFO submerged into hyperdrive, Lum felt her own understanding about this whole marriage fiasco with Rupa sinking down with it. Sure, the stakes were a bit different, but her and Darling’s run in with Rupa wasn’t extraordinary. It was just another day. That’s why Darling and their friends came to rescue her in the first place.

The man who poked Carla’s back in the knick of time to make sure a bazooka fired at anyone but Lum? How could he fall for a mushroom duplicate’s scripted speech? How could he ever believe Lum would willingly walk down the aisle and choose to say, “I do,” to anyone but him?

It stung to learn he couldn’t believe in their relationship. If he’d apologize, Lum’d be plunging into warp space, too. She could go sit in the Morohoboshi’s home on Earth, head pressed against Darling’s shoulder, looking out their bedroom window to appreciate stars she didn’t know she could miss. The lecture Darling would give about her needing to be more careful to cause him less trouble would be like listening to her favorite song.

But the water of Rupa’s dark home-world hummed along and the brightly colored UFO that sent lights of red, yellow, pink, and blue straight into the splashes. They glistened like shards of glass, feeling just as jagged when they hit her cheeks. Lum’s friends were leaving her on this world, taking the only sunlight she ever needed. He let them do it.

Only after the water settled did Lum notice it. Her fist was shaking. It started when Rupa introduced himself to Ten as her fiancé, and the princess couldn’t remember if it ever stopped.

“Did everyone leave?” Rupa asked, and Lum turned to face him. She wiped at the water on her face.

She wished Rupa never came to earth at all. It would’ve been better. Easier.

“Rupa...” Lum said, but she wanted to say Darling. She couldn’t help but think about the first time Darling took her hand or when she thought she might turn into a cow and he built that stable in the yard or when he had Ten take him to the match making party her dad hosted or the time when Darling bought her those sweet potatoes after drinking her eye-drops or when he followed her to the electric jungle or when she’d become small enough to sit in the palm of his hand and he held her there all night.

“Please don’t cry, Lum...” Rupa said, not at all aware of how desperately she needed consolation from someone else.

“I’m not, the water just splashed me.”

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Summary: With Kagome’s high school entrance exams around the corner and news about her powers, even the stars were overwhelming to look at. When InuYasha joins her, though, it doesn’t seem so bad. InuKag. Takes place between volumes 52-53.

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The night sky of the Feudal Era lacked the light pollution of the Modern Era, but it was in no way any darker. Here in the past, the stars and milky ways shone like millions of street lights. Kagome treasured when there wasn’t a cloud in the sky—like tonight—but in this exact moment, the stars were overwhelming. Every dot somehow became a multiple choice question, mocking her as it twinkled above. Seriously, the answers they craved were nowhere near her.

The middle schooler sighed, leaning against the estate’s fence. Great. Demons and school. The past and the present. That’s all Kagome’s life consisted of, and now she couldn’t even stargaze without thinking about it. She couldn’t stop the pout from forming once she realized that even InuYasha wouldn’t be able to understand her frustration despite being able to travel to her world. He didn’t have to try building a life there like she was trying to build a life here—wait. Kagome’s eyes widened at the thought. No way—she wasn’t trying to make a future in the Feudal Era, was she?

“What the hell are you doing, Kagome?” InuYasha hollered, closing the sliding door with all the grace of a rogue samurai . The sound was jarring compared to the quiet cricket chirps that had been keeping her company, and Kagome shook her head a bit as if doing that could throw her musings completely aside.

“Just admiring the stars.” Kagome put on a kind smile for the half-demon, although she suspected he’d see through it.

Without glancing over at the middle schooler, InuYasha jumped onto the fence post closest to her, landing in a familiar, suspiciously canine perch. “Shouldn’t you be inside with the others?” He asked, ears twitching. Kagome sighed. “What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Kagome played off, no longer looking at her companion. InuYasha scoffed, but he never bothered responding.

The pair sat in silence, but for them it was never scary. It just was. Kagome clung to the sensation because, especially after Hitomiko’s statement about her her spiritual powers, there wasn’t a world she could travel to that didn’t require an answer. At least while she was here, Kagome didn’t have to worry about InuYasha breathing down her neck over geometry homework. She laughed remembering how insufferable her boyfriend was when there wasn’t an easily accessible forest to sprint through.

“What’re you laughing at?” InuYasha asked, and Kagome just continued focusing on the stars. They shone so brilliantly even now, but with InuYasha around they felt less like questions.

Kagome tore her eyes away from them. “I know it’s not the best time, but I need to go back to my world.”

“That’s what’s funny to you?” He practically groaned, crossed his arms across his chest, and Kagome couldn’t stop the extra giggle from escaping.

The middle schooler turned around, hands holding onto the fence. “No, it’s not funny. But do you think I can do it, InuYasha?” The half-demon’s brow rose in question and Kagome let out another sigh. “I’ll have to take them soon: my high school entrance exams.”

“But you’re always taking eggs-hams. You come back just fine,” InuYasha replied, hopping down from the fence. Kagome reached out to brush her hand against his arm. She closed her eyes at the familiar feel of the robe of the fire rat under her fingers. The comfort that came with remembering how different their lives both were. “If this one is going to hurt you... I’ll just beat the hell out of it.”

“No, I don’t think you’ll need to do that,” Kagome said, replacing her hand with her head. “If I pass my entrance exams, my family will be really happy,” she continued to explain while InuYasha warped his arm around her shoulders, bringing them closer together.

It really was incredible, the effect InuYasha had on her, because when she chanced the night sky again, the stars felt like answers she could reach out and hold in her hands. “If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to spend more time here when I’m done,” she confessed.

“Yeah right,” InuYasha scoffed, and Kagome’s smile flattened out. If InuYasha–“You’ll find more eggs-hams or somethin’. Don’t matter though ‘cause we’ll be together.”

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A/N: After I posted the second chapter to this collection, I remember thinking to myself, “Sweet, I’m done.” And I swear I heard my muse echo the sentiment before proceeding to take a very long sabbatical that she never cleared with me. Just the other week, she returned to the office, so I’ve been adding things here and there to some of my bigger fics, but I also just wanted to publish something again lol. It’s pretty hard for me to say no to a short ‘n sweet Ranma and Akane drabble, so I was very happy to bring this guy to life. I hope you’re able to enjoy it as well~

Chapter Summary: Ranma Saotome, 21 years old. He’s been the husband of Akane Saotome for a little less than a year, but they’ve known each other a lot longer than that. Ranma’s goal? To never leave the comfort of his dreams.

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“I can’t believe this,” Ranma beamed, a boyish joy twinkling in his eyes. And for the record, the martial artist didn’t need a mirror to see it, he could tell his eyes had stars because how else was he supposed to look when his wife gave him a bowl of  perfectly made rice and a bowl of miso that smelled… good?

The taste was nostalgic, taking him back to when Kasumi was still home and Ranma and Nabiki didn’t have to take turns cooking. Man, those were the days; rolling off of the floor in the morning, all dazed and confused, but somehow teetering to the table and being handed a bowl of rice as if it had always been there.

“Do you like it?” Akane asked, cocking her head to the side. Man, she looked good in his apron.

Ranma couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “Actually, yeah,” he answered, putting down an empty rice bowl and swiping up the miso. “A guy could get used to living like this.”

“Really?” Akane pressed, a girlish joy twinkling in her eyes that Ranma felt she really earned this time around. He nodded frivolously, knocking back the last of the soup.

“Oh yeah. Delicious, it’s delicious, really good stuff…”

Ranma rolled his head to the side, cheek cushioned by the pillow on the bed. He hadn’t quite realized it yet, but if Akane’s cooking was actually good then it was actually a dream. Still, no one could say the martial artist was a slow learner.

“Delicious…” Ranma mumbled. “Deli–ow!” he exclaimed, the bright morning sun fluttering through the curtains and the blinding yellow from Akane’s pajamas coming into focus as her foot recoiled from the kick to the jaw she managed to land in her sleep. Ranma frowned, rubbing at his face. “Aw, man.”

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A/N: Thank you to my good friend for sharing her dream journal entry and inspiring the feel for this one shot because every day InuYasha spent without Kagome must have been an unending dream.

Summary: There were others who loved and needed Kagome even though InuYasha was meant to be with her. He knew this, but gods, the cost of it. He thought he paid it in full by hardly fighting the Bone Eater’s Well, but now there were others who missed her too.

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Things to Keep

InuYasha lounged under the shade of one of many trees lining the river near Kaede’s village. Miroku washed his family’s night robes with Gyokuto strapped to his back while Sango burped Kin’u. It’d been over a year since the well sealed. InuYasha still thought about the surprised look on Kagome’s face when he was pulled back, but he prefered to remember her safe in her mother’s arms. It was difficult to do.

Kin’u burped and, within seconds, Sango had the newborn secured to her back again. When she kneeled by Miroku and told him she’d take over, InuYasha’s ear flicked. Despite catching their soft commentary more often, Sango’s tone was much gentler than the half-demon was used to hearing. Miroku made room for her effortlessly, choosing to help by trading clean pieces of laundry with dirty ones.

This was how they all lived now, resting by the greenery and exchanging cloth instead of sutras and oversized boomerangs. He wondered if Kagome’s days were boring like his; she always seemed frantic when he came to pick her up. Maybe she didn’t have time to think about them anymore. It would be easier for her that way.

Miroku shifted, putting InuYasha in Gyokuto’s line of vision. The newborn extended her arm out to him, and he was fascinated by the way her fingers flexed. There was more space between them now than there was last month. InuYasha had never really been around human babies before and it felt weird to compare the lethargic emptiness Kagome left in her wake to the enthusiastic growth of infants. InuYasha offered Kin’u a passing glance. He wasn’t going to tell her mother that an icicle of drool would fall onto her back soon.

The spring sun warmed people in its path and InuYasha’s legs didn’t understand the chill lingering on his torso because of it. Kin’u was gurgling now, gnawing on her fist. Miroku once told InuYasha how remarkable it was for him to tell the twins apart as quickly as he did, but the monk must’ve forgotten his nose. The girls looked the same, but their scents were unique. It was kind of like Kikyo and Kagome’s: similar but only on the first sniff.

The afternoons were getting longer again.

InuYasha opened one eye at the exact moment Sango began shaking out a small, fibrous white towel with blue polka dots. As if possessed by a demon, InuYasha was there. Standing by the river, standing before Sango. The towel never broke the water’s surface.

“What’s that?” InuYasha asked, arms folded over his chest. Sango quickly pulled the towel to her heart. The polka dots contorted in the slayer’s grasp, and her brown eyes widened with the tiniest hint of fear. It was as if she believed InuYasha’s claw tipped fingers would swipe it from her forever. As if. He wasn’t a jerk. Sango glowered at him anyway, firm. She knew what it meant for him to see this, and she wouldn’t let it go just to ease his heartache when it would worsen hers.

The two never spoke about Kagome and he didn’t want that to change. He should have wanted it to, but he didn’t. It hardly made sense, but he’d been struggling to make sense of a lot over the past year. His throat closed up when he tried talking about Kagome. The words refused to leave him.

InuYasha leaned forward, far from Sango but close enough to learn that this wasn’t the item’s first trip to the river. It still smelled like her. Bergamot and lilies and early summer mornings; half blue and half pink skies that fog never touched. “That’s Kagome’s.”

Without meaning to, he committed the thing to memory which explained why he placed it so easily. Kagome asked if he wanted to use it after him and Miroku’s run-in with the moth demon, Gatenmaru. The blood of that bastard’s human lackeys sank into InuYasha’s skin long before his humanity rose to the surface. The towel couldn’t have helped him any, and if he tried hard enough, InuYasha’d probably still catch scent of their blood like phantoms on the wind. The half-demon reached, finally accepting the school girl’s gesture, but Sango turned away. “Where’d you get that?” He asked.

“From Kagome’s bag; it wasn’t the only one in there,” Sango replied, submerging it into the river and forcing more distance between them. InuYasha’s brow twitched, but he doubted the demon slayer cared.

Brown eyes. Bergamot. Unwavering resilience. All of that flowed downstream now. He hated it.

“We–”

“Keh, it’s none of my business,” InuYasha spat, spinning on his heel. The towel was still his business. His arm felt like it was shaking even though InuYasha could clearly see it wasn’t. The plush towel sat behind his closed eyelids, opposite ends fluttering against the side of Sango’s hands as she held it in place. The polka dots grew and shrunk in a rhythm set by the rushing water. A budding mental itch grew to push Sango onto the grass so he could pluck Kagome’s towel out and run far, far away with it.

InuYasha swallowed hard, flicking an ear casually. Kin’u was there and he’d never shove Sango. If he grit his teeth, InuYasha could do it. He could continue letting the demon slayer turn what little he had left of Kagome into meaningless things to keep.

“With the birth of the twins, we felt it was necessary,” Miroku confessed as InuYasha continued walking away. If he stayed, he’d make an ass of himself.

There were others who loved and needed Kagome even though InuYasha was meant to be with her. He knew this, but gods, the cost of it. He thought he paid it in full by hardly fighting the Bone Eater’s Well, but now there were others who missed her too. Listening to Sango ring out the towel, InuYasha knew he was still paying his price. She wouldn’t miss Kagome’s scent like him, but knowing that another part of Kagome was leaving curdled his thoughts, ate at the same damn spot on his chest.

“Whatever.”

InuYasha heard Kagome calling out his name as he settled back against the trunk of a tree further from his initial spot. Like Miroku and Sango gave a shit. The sound of his name–the sound of her saying his name–lingered. Nostalgic.

The slayer handed her washed towel to Miroku, prompting an unwarranted pensive glance to be aimed in his direction. “Keh,” InuYasha huffed, turning his nose away from the monk. He turned it back in time to watch Miroku offer the towel a tender stare. Deep violet eyes looked as if stroking the fabric was a gesture that could be felt across time. If he hadn’t done the same sort of things, InuYasha would have scoffed.

Miroku placed the towel in the straw basket with everything else.

One leg breached past the leaves’ shade and a pair of amber eyes seemed to glow, overseeing a family that perpetuated the same cycle: Hand the husband something clean, one baby coos, put it in the basket, give the wife something dirty, the other baby coos, scrub.

InuYasha cupped his hands together before placing them behind his head. He closed his eyes once more, resting, picturing her running across the plush grass. Kagome waved to him and her hand practically skimmed the clouds. Her shoes never crunched down onto the ground like their friends’ straw sandals did. She was a familiar combination of green and white and black with a dash of red. She had a warmth that pierced through the arrow Kikyo used to seal him, every punch Sesshomaru landed, his own demonic blood, and now the loss of her.

An incessant jangling sprinkled like rain in his mind, wiping away at the sunlight and clouds that Kagome always reached. InuYasha blinked a few times, adjusting to this world with only Miroku, Sango, and the twins. “‘Bout time you finished,” he grumbled, standing fully in the shade.

“You know, an extra set of hands would be helpful next time,” Miroku suggested with a predictable waggle of his brows. InuYasha felt his own brows being dragged down; Kagome should’ve let the monk steal her iron cart and cycle away from them permanently back when they first met.

“No thanks.”

The days really were getting longer. The sun hadn’t budged, poised exactly where he last saw it. Sango snickered and InuYasha brushed past her, grabbing the basket of wet laundry and stomping from the grassy knoll to the main path. A stupid decision, really. The slayer’s eyes could have burnt holes through him if she’d been the right kind of demon. Even though she was a human, this type of stare would–

“Hey, InuYasha,” Sango began, and the half-demon let out an exasperated sigh. He fixed his focus to the huts ahead. Dark wood and reed mats and crackling fires.

“What?” Occasionally, a fractured piece of rock got stuck to the balls of his feet, and InuYasha was half tempted to kick one up to chuck at the trees.

“You can talk to us. You know that, right?”

“Keh.” And there it was, the block in his throat. How could he speak about Kagome like this? There wasn’t any room for the words.

“Is that all you have to say?” Sango snarled as the half-demon continued standing quietly, his expression unchanged. “Ever since the well reappeared, you’ve been acting like Kagome was never here! Don’t you miss her? Isn’t there any–”

“You don’t know a damn thing,” InuYasha ground out, closing the distance between them before the slayer could even finish. He stared down at her, but Sango met his glare relentlessly. She was the one who took Kagome’s towel without a second thought, Sango went through the bag Kagome packed right before their last battle together, and she was the person responsible for carelessly washing away the bergamot and lilies. “Kagome is safe and that’s it,” he finished and he meant it.

Sango grimaced, stomping her foot. InuYasha caught Kin’u watching them, thin brows scrunching just like her mother’s. “Oh, InuYasha, you’re absolutely insufferable!”

InuYasha placed a hand to his hip, yearning to step on a pebble. He scowled at Sango and gave the basket an extra sniff to remind himself how the scent of Kagome barely wrapped around Miroku and Sango’s. His body felt like a chattering leaf. “Did you expect me to cry or something?”

Sango sighed, walking past him and taking back her laundry. “No,” she mumbled, walking ahead of him.

Miroku stopped, clapping a hand to the half-demon’s shoulders. “Try not get too mad, she means well.”

“I know that,” InuYasha huffed, allowing the monk to step ahead. He watched the family, arms crossed over his chest, before picking up the rear. The five continued, a squeamish silence settling over them that left the twins lightly whimpering every now and again.

In a stroke of luck, InuYasha stepped on a rock. Kicking it up to his hands, he contemplated where to throw it. He tossed it in the air a few times. The silver ears atop his head swiveled, and a large grin spread across his features as he honed in on the unmistakable scent of a rabbit in the bushes. Wouldn’t hurt to spook the thing, InuYasha thought to himself, eyes on the forest. Just as he reeled his hand back, he lowered it, turning sharply to face Sango. She was pilfering through the laundry basket like a deranged woman. Ah, she finally snapped, InuYasha noted. “Isn’t there something of Kagome’s that you hold onto too!?” the slayer nearly screamed, thrusting that white and blue dotted piece of cloth like a trophy above her head.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” the half-demon retorted, tucking the rock in his robe. His hand glided past a smooth surface, something foreign to his clothes but close to him nonetheless. His fingers grasped at its binding. Miroku chuckled, much to InuYasha and Sango’s dismay. “What’s so funny, Bozo?”

“It’s just that there is a piece of Lady Kagome that you could never be rid of.” The half-demon squinted, his steeped ire pacified but not peacefully. Miroku inhaled theatrically, placing one hand on his hip and pointing his shakujo in an accusatory manner. InuYasha stepped back, eyes widening. Miroku leaned forward, revealing Gyokuto’s black hair from over his shoulder. “InuYasha, sit!”

“Ah!” InuYasha was instantly squashing his ears at the command, waiting to be slammed into the dirt. He never fell. A shiver sprinted up and down his spine all while Miroku laughed hysterically at his expense. The monk was doubled over, hands holding tightly to his dumb knees. “You bastard!” InuYasha roared, his fist already in the perfect position to whack some sense into that cheap excuse of a holy man. But then two big, brown eyes and cheeks that were way too round filled his vision and InuYasha stopped. Stupid monk with his stupid children and his stupid wife.

InuYasha was grumbling, sounds not forming words; thoughts running into dead ends. And then those thoughts were drowned out, consumed by the sound of his pulse, and InuYasha decided to share it. “I keep this!” He closed his eyes and held out a yellow book that read High School Mathematics: Quick Solutions to All Problems.

“Oh, so you did steal something of Lady Kagome’s,” Miroku responded, walking up to inspect the item.

“Uh, yeah. Wait, I didn’t steal it from her bag, I borrowed it from her house way before we met you lot.”

“Is that one of her school things?” Sango inquired, already mere centimeters from InuYasha. He didn’t remember her being that fast.

InuYasha shrugged. “Dunno, Myoga thought it had spells in it.”

“And you never gave it back?” Miroku asked, a whimsical smirk settling into place. InuYasha wanted to gag. “That would make it a stolen good.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s it to you?”

Miroku took the book from InuYasha, flipping through its pages. Some of them turned in chunks, demon guts and rainy weather having seeped through his robe at some point or another. “It’s weathered; surely Lady Kagome wouldn’t treat her belongings this way.”

“Hey, give that back!” InuYasha objected, attempting to swipe it. Miroku swerved, continuing to review the material like he knew exactly how it read. “I just forgot about it is all.” He was lying.

“I hope it wasn’t important. You know how upset Kagome gets about school,” Sango commented, her shoulders bouncing Kin’u lightly.

“She never said nothing to me about it,” InuYasha brushed off with a shrug, an odd pining for Kagome’s shrill nagging manifesting itself as plain as day. Miroku showed the book to Gyokuto, and she lifted a chubby arm out, her moist palm slamming onto one of the pages. “H-hey! Don’t let your kid touch that, it’s mine!”

Miroku ignored InuYasha completely, a warm expression gracing his features as he let his daughter continue her smacking. “Gyokuto, one day Papa will teach you how to read and maybe you’ll understand this.”

“Good luck, even I can’t make heads or tails of it,” InuYasha said, reaching out and successfully getting it back. The abrupt motion must have surprised Gyokuto because she began crying, and it didn’t take long for Kin’u to join in, and InuYasha let out another groan. This was all too much.

“Aw, I’m sorry, girls. Did the big dog startle you?”

“Whatever, let’s go,” InuYasha grunted, stomping ahead of the family once more.

The red of his robe leaked through to his vision and singed his cheeks. This conversation should never have happened; he shouldn’t have acknowledged that towel and he shouldn’t have gotten so worked up over the sit.

“InuYasha, slow down!” He ignored the request, feeling as if steam shot from his nostrils. He had half a mind to make a break for it, already far past his limit. “Come on,” Miroku all but pleaded.

“What!? What is it that you want now?” The half-demon barked, shoving Kagome’s book back into his robes.

InuYasha couldn’t explain why he’d waited for the two. Miroku’s expression was squared into a place that InuYasha wanted to keep his distance from. It looked like he was about to spout shit straight from the Buddha. “My friend, please understand.”

“Understand what, exactly?”

Piercing deep indigo clashed against flurrying amber.

“That we inhale and must consequently exhale, never experiencing the same breath twice. This is also true for those we meet on our path to enlightenment. They too must leave without returning, but the life they’ve given us can be appreciated long after we’ve breathed anew.” A single bushy brow rose at the analogy. Miroku cleared his throat, continuing, “Lady Kagome may be in her world, but she has managed to keep a part of herself here nonetheless. Through towels or books, my friend, she is with us and we should value that.” He patted InuYasha, right where Kagome’s book lay underneath layers of fire rat.

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Earlier this week, I remembered that InuYasha’s nose is just like a dog’s. I wanted to boop it and somehow wrote this tiny descriptive journey about how the sunset paints InuYasha in the prettiest way. You know Kagome loves to see it.

“In Daylight’s Last Threads” is chapter five of my AO3 exclusive drabble collection titled The One Right Wish. You can read it here or check it out below:

After over one thousand days apart, spending fourteen together felt practically indescribable. Each tomorrow felt more golden than the last, especially when she could watch the sun dip past the forest's outline with InuYasha. He was vibrant. He was the only person in the world she wanted to look at and with the sun's dying rays bringing a resilient life to InuYasha's features--illuminating them like a stained glass portrait--it was impossible to focus on anything else. The young woman reached out to cup his cheeks and she felt her brows knit together softly. "I love you," she confessed because for the rest of her life she could.

InuYasha smirked, lowering his forehead to hers. They breathed together, listening to the sounds of possibilities and crickets. "Are you going to say that all the time now?" Kagome blinked heavily up at him, smitten. It was easy to be entranced by his deep amber eyes, but Kagome managed to speak.

"I don't see why I shouldn't."

Pulling back to stare at the half-demon, Kagome got lost somewhere in the curve of his nose and the rugged stray pieces of dried skin on his lips. Leave it to InuYasha to have lips as rough as his battle taunts. When claw-tipped fingers stripped her hands away and his face became a blur, Kagome knew she'd never take sunsets for granted again. The world behind her eyelids grew as dark as the upcoming night, but the light returned at an alarmingly quick rate from a cool sensation. "Woah," she said on reflex, reaching up to touch her nose. "I keep forgetting."

"Forgetting what, Woman?" InuYasha grumbled.

"Your nose," she replied, laughing and giving it a gentle boop. InuYasha recoiled, his hands fleeing into the sleeves of the fire-rat. "It's just like a puppy's. I'm going to have to remember that from now on."

InuYasha turned away from her then and Kagome was grateful for the new angle. "You're fucking ridiculous, it's just a stupid nose," he huffed.

Kagome shifted so they were sitting in front of each other. Without a second thought, she rose to her knees and, wrapping her arms around his neck, brought their noses together. Despite being wet, the last threads of daylight couldn't get his nose to gleam. As she closed her eyes, Kagome whispered against his lips, "I know, and it's my favorite."

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If I’m lucky, I’ll finish 1095 Days Without You before the next decade comes to pass, but writing it always leaves me yearning to see Kagome at her happiest. So, although I’m a little ahead of myself, I’ve been developing my version of Kagome’s reunion with InuYasha. It’s promptly titled “One Day With You” and it’s coming soon~. I’m so happy with what I have so far and thought I might share a little preview of what’s to come.

Without further ado, ✨the preview ✨:

Like old friends, several vibrant green vines outstretched their leaves toward Kagome in the breeze. Grabbing them with nostalgic ease, the high school graduate blinked rapidly and took a deep breath to steady herself. Here she was, standing at the bottom of the Bone Eater’s Well, breathing in the scent of hundreds of trees and countless blades of grass for the first time in three years. 

As she gripped the vines before her, Kagome took another deep breath and placed her foot against the well’s wall. It seemed nonsensical that these plants could withstand her frequent pulls let alone her entire weight, but that hardly mattered if InuYasha was at their end. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears as she ascended. InuYasha, all this time I wanted to see you, but now I understand. It’s more than that, Kagome admitted, hoping that he could somehow hear her declaration. 

The high school graduate was about three quarters of the way to the top when she tilted her head upward. She wanted to feel the baby blue sky as it grew closer and closer. She wanted all of the moments when she climbed this exact structure, suffocated by dark browns, to fall away like the dried ivy leaves below her. This sky, with its larks and oversized clouds, was exalting. She should have realized that it would yield to so much more.

His name, Kagome was going to say his name. 

“InuYasha.”

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So my original plan was to write some stupid text post about Gramps grumbling about that one time InuYasha fucked up his bonsai trees and it became ✨so much more✨. This is now my first little Hanyo no Yashahime ditty!

I wanted to hold off on writing for HnY until the show started airing and we could get a better understanding of exactly what’s going on but 🤷🏼‍♀️. I did some adlibbing on Moroha’s motivation and fears, her childhood “alone,” and the OG crew being alive somewhere (🤞🏻) but hopefully you can run with this and enjoy it while we wait for October 3rd to finally come around.

This fic is titled “From Now On” and it’s a little sloppy by my own standards so I’m not sure if I would like to post it on AO3 or FF right now but it is still pretty solid and I wanted to share it with all of you!

“I...” It’s not like Moroha thought she had to practice this speech. She’d never spent a day of her life preparing for anything like this, but her surroundings were swarming with unfathomable gadgets–smells and sounds–and there were three pairs of eyes tracking her every breath. She felt cornered, like prey before the slaughter. “I... I don’t remember my parents very much,” she confessed. The sentence was one she’d uttered countless times in the past. It came with having no family but needing teachers and money. But now, Moroha had a family–three strangers who knew her parents better than she ever did–and having to admit it left her palms sweaty.

Brown eyes stayed low, finding comfort in the familiarity of red gloves until the sound of something breaking had her whipping her head upwards. The woman, her grandmother, was gasping at the confession. She chose to clutch at her chest instead of hold steady to the tray of tea she’d been bringing to the table. “Wha..?”

It was her great-grandfather who managed to bark out an entire sentence. “How on earth can you say such a thing!?”

Still, Moroha had trouble shifting her focus. She couldn’t continue, too preoccupied by watching her grandmother slowly bend down to gather the shards of glass. Hands. Her grandmother’s hands looked delicate, as if they shouldn’t be placing the broken glass back onto the serving tray. Moroha had been there before, so many times. She wondered for a moment when she'd finally picked up her last pieces. She couldn’t remember.

“That means ‘Sis is...” her uncle trailed, combing his fingers through his thick, black fringe. “And what about InuYasha? The guy’s an unstoppable force!”

Moroha swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

Her grandmother stood up, walking away from the table to grab a few towels. “So your mom...”

Moroha nodded solemnly. “The night Towa went missing, there was a big fire caused by a demon. My old man left me this,” Moroha briefly motioned to her crimson cape. It had lost its magic years ago, but the sensation of her dad draping it over her head–the way he squeezed her shoulders before walking out of Kaede’s hut with her mom–that was a magic all its own. She could still see his two amber eyes gleaming; in her memories, they were always brighter than the flames. “My mom told me to stay in the village with the other kids but they were gone for a really long time. Everyone was worried and Towa, Setsuna, and I decided to go looking in the forest. That’s when we lost Towa and... and that was the last time I saw my parents.”

The air yielded to a pregnant pause. Moroha saw how words were hiding carefully behind closed lips. She could only guess that everyone wanted to speak but their sentences were paralyzed from the news. It was a lot to take in, after all. That was something she’d finished experiencing already. Clearing her throat, the quarter-demon chose to keep talking instead. “After it was over, we all searched for them. Even after the village stopped, I kept going. I didn’t think I’d ever return.” Return to Kaede’s village, see Setsuna, find Towa, be in the future, see her mom’s old world, be with the family she didn’t know she had.

Her great-grandfather was the one to break the silence again. He’d thumped his fist onto the table, two teeth peering out, strengthening a disgruntled scowl. “It’s all that demon’s fault! He was always so reckless. I mean, how many things did he break around the shrine? It’s no surprise that—”

“Father!”

Uncle Sota had risen from his chair, choosing to slap his palm against the table instead of copy the motions of his grandfather. Moroha clutched onto her robe of the fire-rat. Had Towa explained anything to them? Did they know that her parents were still...?

“Don’t you remember when the well disappeared? Without InuYasha, Sis never would have made it back. Whatever happened, I’m positive InuYasha protected her.” Hearing an uncle talk up her old man was a totally new experience.

“Besides, how can you say such a thing when his daughter is here?” Her grandmother asked, walking over and placing a supportive hand on Moroha’s shoulder. Her touch had the quarter-demon’s back straightening like a rod. “This is my granddaughter—your great-granddaughter.”

Moroha wasn’t one to gaze up while her chin hung low, but she was nervous. Would a family member hate her because of her heritage? She wasn’t a stranger to the discrimination—her fangs and claws had gotten her into a fair amount of sticky situations in the past. But the longer she stared at her great-grandfather, the warmer his features grew. Wrinkles retracted, his frown straightened out, shoulders drooped, and he eased back into the chair, crossing his arms over bright white robes. “I suppose that boy did bring something good into my home,” he muttered. Moroha couldn’t stop a small smile from forming.

“Moroha Dear,” Her grandma began with a tentative squeeze to her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry!?” Moroha nearly shouted, springing up from her chair and banging her fists onto the table. She was beginning to think that “hand banging” was a signature Higurashi family move. Shaking her head a few times, Moroha recalled the matter at hand, the reason she’d objected in the first place. Her grandma was apologizing even though Moroha was the one who’d failed to realize that her parents could be saved. It had been an entire decade and instead of dedicating it to finding them, she built a life without them.

It wasn’t long before two arms surrounded the quarter-demon, leaving her struggling to abandon them. It wasn’t that this woman felt untouchable, as a matter of fact, her yellow shirt was softer than most of the clothes she’d ever come across, but she didn’t understand why it was happening. “What are you doing?” Moroha finally asked as she stilled in her grandmother’s fierce embrace. She wondered if her own mom had been in this exact position before. Moroha chanced leaning into the touch.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the legends about the Bone Eater’s Well,” Her grandmother began, taking a deep breath. “That’s how your parents were able to meet. I still remember the first time Kagome came home, it was the one time she considered staying with us for good. Of course, she’d only been home a few hours before InuYasha burst through those doors and made a big scene. He always was so spirited and passionate; it wasn’t any surprise that Kagome started traveling between our two worlds shortly thereafter.

Their journey wasn’t easy, but they learned to support each other and fell in love. Afterwards, the well took InuYasha home to his era and Kagome remained here. We all missed your father but I was able to find peace just having Kagome near. She was restless, unable to find that same peace and when the well opened up for the last time, I gave her my blessing. I’ll never forget how she jumped into the well without looking back at me.” Moroha found her shoulders being pushed back so the two could look at one another. Her grandmother reached forward to caress her cheek. The bounty hunter swore she spotted pieces of her mom in her grandmother’s smile. Maybe the way the light from the ceiling lantern reflected in the older woman’s auburn eyes was the same too. It was all blurry. Moroha anchored herself to the floor, tucking those thoughts under her toes. That’s when her grandma started up again. “Since then, I chose to believe that your mom found the happiness she was searching for.” Tears like the teacup fragments glistened in those eyes now, adding a depth that Moroha’s mom simply couldn’t understand. “You’re my proof that Kagome lived a good life. The idea that she could–that InuYasha, too–it never crossed my mind. Moroha, things were very different for you.”

“Grandmother...”

Her grandma wrapped her back into an embrace quicker than Moroha could think. She couldn’t fight it off this time even if she tried. “It must have been difficult for you, I’m sorry.” And there it was, the sentence that left the so-called destroyer of lands a sniffling mess with hot crocodile tears and warm snot marring her ferocious features. “Even though your mother is gone, you’re our family and you are always welcome in our home.”

“But that’s the thing, Grandma! We can fix this! Aunt Kagome’s not dead, she’s still alive,” Towa exclaimed, effectively reminding Moroha that the others were still here. It left her tears drying up quickly.

“But how can that be?” Grandpa asked. “I fail to see how my precious granddaughter would just abandon her own family.”

“She hasn’t! Not really. She and the others have been trapped and now we know how to save them. We’re going to get them all back.”

Sota stood up from his chair again, abandoning his spot to make his way over to Moroha and her grandma. He placed his hand atop her head, ruffling her hair and stirring up a bunch of flyaways from her ponytail. “If there’s a way to save my sister and InuYasha, too, I’ll do whatever I can to help!”

“Really, Dad?”

“You realize this isn’t the first time the Higurashi family has dealt with a time traveling daughter,” he all but deadpanned, eyebrows pointed sharply at Towa.

Moroha felt her grandmother’s laughter as it echoed against her frame. “Yes, we’ll certainly be falling into an old routine.”

“At least the first-aid kits have gotten better over the years,” Sota offered with a shrug.

It was all so casual the way her family handled the situation. In the past, Moroha chose to stay away, but things had changed. There was new information, there was hope. If there was a way to resolve an issue then she’d face it head on. The thought guided her trademark smirk back to her face. A familiar determination began spreading through her veins. “From now on, we’ll do everything we can to find my mom and dad! We won’t let you down!”

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Me: I can’t imagine the cast of Ranma 1/2 as grown ups.

Also Me: *Starts writing a drabble collection centered around Akane not being able to cook even when she’s well into her 20s.*

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Fun fact about my newest WIP, Lost Time: I wrote most of the first chapter while I was drunk and got way too excited about finishing a chapter of anything that I posted it before editing it sober 🙈. I just finished writing the second chapter of the story and will have it edited and posted by the end of the weekend or early next week. That being noted, I wanted to repost the edited version here for your viewing pleasure. I’ll be making a separate post with a preview for chapter two shortly! 

It’s been updated on AO3 and Fanfiction.Net as well!

Kagome found her gaze fixated on her high school uniform which sat neatly in the back of a blue locker. Soft shadows hugged the navy and beige fabric as a soft sound—almost like white noise or static—seemed to embrace her thoughts. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Kagome reached out and grabbed her clothes. Exhaling slowly, she turned away from the locker so that when she opened her eyes nothing would have changed. 

It was hard to believe that a year had passed since the Bone Eater’s Well stopped working. Like a catalyst, the broken connection between her time and InuYasha’s changed so much about Kagome without having to change itself. Her attendance soared, her old lifestyle came slamming into her weekdays, her acquired fear of the darkness felt like a slow burn even though it wasn’t, and now she had invented ways to carry the consequences.

Even though her friends in the Feudal Era were alive and well, they weren’t here. Kagome supposed she was grieving but she felt as if she should be... happier. Miroku’s wind tunnel must have vanished so he and Sango were probably married with a child on the way. Shippo was probably having a lot of fun staying in the village and playing with kids his own age while InuYasha... everyone always said that he was restless in the village, but Kagome liked to think he was somewhat happy. Not that happy and InuYasha often mixed, but Naraku and the Sacred Jewel were defeated, he should at least be able to relax. 

The young high schooler sighed, imagining InuYasha asleep on her bed. He always appeared angelic especially when a soft pink comforter acted as an unintentional backdrop. But once he was awake, he and Shippo could easily tie for the title of “Most Mischievous.” Remembering the stories Gramps told her about how he ran circles around the table left Kagome hoping that, at the very least, her half-demon companion wasn’t driving the villagers insane.

“Higurashi!” Yua Watanabe, the archery club’s captain, called out with a slight wave. 

Kagome dropped her hands from the ties of her hakama, offering her senior a soft, “Hi, Watanabe.”

As Watanabe approached, Kagome gulped, attempting to swallow the idea of InuYasha. “Thanks for all of your hard work this year. I’m really glad you joined the club!” Yua exclaimed with a carefree ease that Kagome envied. 

“Thank you; being able to do archery is important to me.”

Yua nodded a few times in agreement, not at all able to comprehend the meaning behind Kagome’s remark. She continued talking, also unaware of how Kagome’s thoughts about the past crawled back past her throat to nestle in her mind. She never asked to leave her double life behind, was never given a chance to choose. 

“Oh, and we’re really looking forward to having you start training to compete next year. I know you’ll do well!”

Kagome flashed Yua another modest smile but before she could thank her for a second time, she yawned. “Excuse me,” Kagome apologized. Another large yawn stretched at her consciousness. “I’m just going to go to bed now...”

The world returned to Kagome slowly. She blinked her eyes against an overwhelming amount of deep browns and warm oranges. The ceiling above almost looked like the wood roofing of a hut and the unmistakable popping fire and chirping crickets sounded like a lullaby. It’s almost like I’m back in the Feudal Era, she thought to herself as she yawned. Just as she was about to turn and settle back into sleep, she heard him.

“You’re awake.” 

InuYasha’s voice sent Kagome lurching forward, all thoughts of sleep vanishing instantly. “InuYasha!” she exclaimed, her heart beating as quickly as her head spun. The high schooler clutched at her chest with uncertainty, brown eyes daring to take in the telltale colors of silver and amber. She spent so many days longing for them to come into view.

“Hey,” InuYasha began, resting his hands on her shoulders. When—how did I come back? Kagome asked herself as she reached up to grasp one of the half-demon’s hands. She never realized that his calloused skin could feel like a balm, working without delay to relieve this past year’s emotional build up. InuYasha was seated properly before her, his face highlighted by firelight and grounded by a somber expression.“You shouldn’t be pushing yourself right now. Kaede said you should rest.” 

Kagome’s eyes had to be shining as he—InuYasha!— gingerly lowered her down to the floor. She could feel moisture building bridges across her waterline, too. Of course there were so many questions she needed to blurt out, but watching InuYasha pull a thin blanket up past her shoulders stilled her. Kagome was just happy he was here. He felt so real; his touch, the timbre of his voice—everything about this InuYasha. If she was dreaming, she didn’t want to wake up. “I can’t believe you came for me,” Kagome croaked out because she always knew that he would.

“Of course I did, stupid,” InuYasha chided, crossing his arms. A small giggle filtered past Kagome’s lips as he turned up his nose. When the schoolgirl fantasized about her reunion with InuYasha, he never acted this casual. They spent a little more than a year apart from each other for the first time since they met and it was entirely too long. Had she not been so wrapped up in her own emotions, Kagome may have chastised him back. “Would have been easier for me to do that if you stayed hidden instead of charging out of the brush like that. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, Kagome.”

Kagome furrowed her brow slightly at the comment. “What?” She asked, wiping away a tear with her index finger.

InuYasha thrust his nose even further in the air. “Keh, don’t play innocent; damn ogre’s club wasn’t that hard, I was fine.”

Kagome frowned as his words sunk in. “I...” She brought a hand to her temple, rubbing it lightly as she tried to process what the half-demon told her.

All traces of agitation scurried from InuYasha’s features at her motion. “Kagome, is your head bothering you? Kaede gave me some medicine to help with that, let me get it for you.”

Before he could walk away, Kagome grabbed at his pants, instantly stilling him. “Kagome...?”

“Where’s Kaede?”

“‘Dunno,” InuYasha shrugged. “She probably went home or somethin’.” Lightly shaking her hand away, he walked to the fire to settle the kettle over its steady flames.

So InuYasha has his own hut and he wants me to stay, Kagome thought to herself. A molten smile spread, matching the warm blush she was sure dusted her cheeks.

Kagome rolled to her side to watch InuYasha as he babysat his kettle. Everything from the painted scowl to the delicate way he mixed tea was deliberate and when he was beside her once more, she pulled herself into a sitting position effortlessly. As he passed her the cup, his hands lingered against hers. It was glaringly clear that InuYasha wanted to pick up where they had left off a few weeks before they defeated Naraku. Still, Kagome couldn’t help but laugh slightly, not used to an InuYasha who was anything but abrasive. “You’ve sure grown up some,” she pointed out, tilting her head to the side.

“Uh...” InuYasha replied, breaking their contact to shove his hands into the voluminous red sleeves of the fire rat. “You uh, really hit your head there, didn’t ya?” Kagome frowned again—hit her head? Didn’t listen to him? She was missing something but before she could even ask, InuYasha was grasping her free hand and squeezing it tightly. “Listen, when I told you to stay hidden, it was only because I knew I could handle that dumb-ass ogre on my own. I should have been paying more attention to you, though. You’re still learning and I—I should have protected you. I’m sorry.”

Kagome shook her head as InuYasha bowed his own. He wanted forgiveness when absolutely nothing he admitted happened to them. Kagome wriggled her hand from InuYasha’s and winced, rubbing her forehead again. “Are you real?” She nearly whispered, tears forming once more. Kagome was used to the dreams—it would be so easy for him to deny it or stumble over his words or maybe just admit that all of this was another fantasy. But when she saw the anxiety accumulating across every aspect of her half-demon’s body, Kagome had a feeling that she really was awake. “It’s just that I—“ she cut herself off. She needed to stand and maybe get fresh air or something. The world quickly spun beneath her feet but InuYasha was there, catching her and he was really there—they were really together. “Oh InuYasha,” she stated, closing her eyes and letting the tears glide past her cheeks.

InuYasha froze the moment she buried her head against his chest, but it didn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around her. “I’m supposed to be the one who’s upset,” he reminded her, hands softly stroking her hair. “You’re really starting to worry me, Kagome.” 

Kagome shook her head, lifting her dewy eyes up with a sense of relief she thought would never materialize.

InuYasha was different than she remembered and yet exactly the same. Just being around him set her at ease and she could feel some of her anxieties fade away. Kagome was safe now, but even as she calmed to sniffles, InuYasha continued running his hand up and down her back, he radiated a peace she hadn’t expected after being apart for an entire year. “How can you be so calm?” 

InuYasha’s brow twitched slightly and he raised a fist, it was almost as if Kagome unintentionally spiked his ire. All she could do was tilt her head to the side. “Because Kaede said that being upset wouldn’t help you relax. She didn’t tell me it would make you worry more,” he ground out. If InuYasha could trade a gentle reaction for an angry one within seconds, Kagome knew absolutely that she was in the Feudal Era again. 

“It’s been such a hard year without you, InuYasha, why on Earth wouldn’t I want you to feel something? Did you even miss me?”

“The hell are you talking about, Kagome?”

Well, it was good to know that InuYasha could still unintentionally spark her ire, too. “My life has been absolutely miserable without you!” She blurted out, pressing an accusatory finger against his chest. “Do you have any idea how difficult things have been for me? And now you’re just standing here like... like you haven’t even thought about me on—“ Kagome groaned, her head glaringly protesting her argument.

InuYasha reached out, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Kagome, take it easy,” he advised, and she could hear the note of concern in his voice despite how stern it was. She glared up at him. He offered her a crooked smile that quickly faded. “Wait, did you say it’s been a year since the well stopped working?”

“I mean, I think so...” Her temper fled, leaving her feeling sheepish. Maybe her memories were a little off.

InuYasha placed a finger under her chin, tilting her up to look into a storm of amber. “You were gone for three years.”

InuYasha sounded as if the news might break her and it didn’t but Kagome couldn’t hold back a slight gasp. She stepped back from him. “Three...” three whole years—she had to wait two more years to be reunited with InuYasha and her friends here? It didn’t seem plausible. 

“What’s the last thing you remember?” InuYasha asked, picking Kagome up then laying her back down onto the ground. Although he was trying his best to remain calm, she could tell he was upset. 

Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat, reaching her hand out to lay against his thigh. “I just finished my first year of high school,” she confessed. “What happened to me?”

InuYasha rested his hand on her arm. “We were fighting an ogre on the outskirts of the village ‘n it threw you against the ground.”

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Polished, but pulled straight from the 2015 vault. Please excuse slightly dated versions of Rinne and Sakura, I wrote this prior to the end of the series.

Summary: Ever since she could see ghosts, Sakura wasn’t afraid of death. Maybe she was afraid of dying, but not what happened afterwards; then she met Rinne, and it was suddenly too hard to be afraid of dying, too.

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Overtime

The last time Rinne wore that expression was five minutes after Sakura wheeled her life—three suitcases, two purses, and one overstuffed backpack—into the center of his studio apartment. Sakura was practically wheezing as she said, "I want to live with you, Rinne." It was more of a demand than a request, and once she could stand without having to brace her knees, Sakura shrugged her purses and backpack right into the apartment's entryway.

She refused to let Rinne tell her no, a word that appeared to be resting on the edge of his open mouth. She supposed that it shouldn’t have surprised her though when his response finally came. “You deserve more than this.”

Rinne wasn’t necessarily wrong. The place he and Rokumon called home was maybe three steps above Sankai High’s rundown clubhouse. There was a clunky A/C unit that was barely used, a musty aroma that clung to some of Tamako’s old furniture, and a dingy light that hung in the center of the studio apartment’s main room. It was a far cry from a dream home, but Sakura wasn’t looking for that. She’d been looking for him. Sweating through her skin during the summer and shivering regardless of how many sweaters she piled on during the winter didn’t seem all that bad if she and Rinne could continue passing on souls together. That’s why, even after all of this time, she stood by her response to him. “It’s enough.”

Earlier today Sakura stood next to Rinne at her own funeral; it was a bit weird to watch since she felt very much alive, but she stayed in place, hand clamped onto Rinne's shoulder. The shinigami wore an indifferent expression although he stood as rigid as a wooden plank. Death and finding peace were everyday occurrences for both of them she hadn't meant to change, but it was likely all he was thinking about. He was nodding his head, playing along, but she bet he was figuring out how much time was left. Sakura wondered if she should recycle her words from over sixty years ago, but didn’t. Call it intuition, but she figured that the phrase, “it’s enough,” wouldn't have the same effect now. "I'm right here," was all she decided to say whenever his voice strained while talking to her relatives and friends.

After the funeral, Rinne remained in one of her father's black suits, and because he didn't look a day over thirty-five, it continued to fit better than any glove. The dress shoes he wore were weathered, faded. They belonged to Rinne’s grandfather. The outsoles were thin yet Sakura heard each step he took in the afterlife; it was as if they were somehow tangled in the dirt, and he needed to drag himself forward.

They just made it to the street vendors bordering the Entry of Contentedness when it hit Sakura. A new kind of silence was stretching between them that felt out of place, or rather, dated. The two spent most of their lives together, so now was the oddest time to feel like high schoolers again. That's why Sakura hooked her arm around the familiar folds of the haori of the underworld. Her hand easily slid down to Rinne’s. With all its sunken skin and protruding veins, Sakura often wondered if it was weird for her hand to sit in his. Rinne never mentioned anything, even when she was alive. He offered her a gentle albeit forced smile.

"I remember the last few times I was here," Sakura confessed, sounding surprisingly chipper as she took in all the new old faces. "Back when I ripped your haori sleeve, everyone kept asking me if I had any unfinished business and they were so happy that I forgot I had to return it. I think I really understand them now, though."

Rinne offered her another crooked smile, one that was nowhere near as genuine as his salesman’s smile. "That's because it's easy to get swept up in the atmosphere of this area."

"Are you happy now?" Sakura inquired, not bothering to listen to his response. She was lucky, dying an old woman. Although she tended to walk slower, she could walk ten times faster than the stroll Rinne took her on. She wasn’t the one with the attachments. "I wonder what Ageha will do once she realizes I'm gone," Sakura said, staring at the string of red lanterns lining the strip.

"She's still trying to take my old man down; probably won't be back for a while..."

Sakura nodded, watching as one of the elderly men tried catching a goldfish. "That boot-camp her parents sent her to really helped. I never thought she'd learn to pass on souls like you... it definitely made things easier for Oboro."

"Yeah," Rinne hummed and Sakura squeezed his hand. "Jumonji's going to throw an entire briefcase of holy ash at me when I tell him you made it to the wheel," he mumbled, finally looking down at Sakura. His eyes shined like glass. He chuckled alongside her.

"Don’t forget to respond to his new year's letter when you get home," Sakura chided.

In their senior year of high school, Tsubasa transferred again. He promised he'd be back to date Sakura, but once he finally found his exorcism niche, that promise was too difficult to keep. Instead of returning, Tsubasa wrote Sakura a letter every year. After a while, he finally stopped signing them with "Love."

Was it even possible for Sakura to feel more warmth now? She was a content spirit, but the sight of Rinne scoffing and wearing such a nostalgic expression somehow made her feel lighter. "Isn't Tsubasa more tolerable than Matsugo though?" They hadn't seen him since college.

"Sakura Mamiya!" Rinne blurted out, throwing her arm away from his. Sakura couldn’t help but laugh; she hadn’t been called that in decades.

"At least Shoma didn't turn out too bad, right?" The overambitious shinigami inherited his family fortune but still had a lot to learn when it came to pacifying spirits. Rinne helped him out from time to time. "Oh, do you remember when my mother passed? She was so shocked that you offered to lead her to the Wheel of Reincarnation and even more surprised that I could see her."

"Yeah, and your dad tried to kill me when he died; he almost turned into an evil spirit," Rinne added. "Would've been better if he did. At least then I would've gotten a better reward..."

Sakura sighed and stared at the sky above them. It was a mesh of bright colors. Pinks and yellows, soft reds and blues. Whirlpools twirled above them like ballet dancers. Maybe if she didn't know what would happen next, she would've gazed upwards stiffly like her husband. "Did Auntie Tamako tell you how I'll come back?" She asked, leaning against his shoulder as they arrived at the Sanzu River.

Countless adorable boats eased downstream, shinigami and black cats guiding spirits like employees of a theme park. Death and peace, everyday occurrences. Ends followed by new beginnings, an inevitable process. Rinne swept Sakura up bridal style and she leaned her head against his heart. There was no peace to be experienced by listening to it, but Sakura shouldn’t have expected to find comfort in him. They flew over the Sanzu River and Rinne hummed in agreement to Sakura’s question. "You'll be a calico."

And then they arrived at the line, and she was set down. Sakura stared at the stupefied, blissful faces around them. They encouraged her to shed the oncoming urges to memorize every feature on Rinne's face. Sakura Rokudo’s last ties.

"I've had so much fun in this life, and it's all because of you."

The way his shoulders tensed and his mouth quivered when she said stuff like that always made her laugh. "R-really?"

Sakura nodded vigorously, moving in time with the line of souls waiting to step onto the Wheel of Reincarnation. "Yup. Promise you'll find me again so we can make new memories in my next life."

"Alright..." Rinne agreed as a blush blew across the bridge of his nose. "I'll do it."

Rinne lifted her by the waist onto one of the translucent red tiles, planting her square in the center. When Sakura was settled, he interlocked their fingers. "Great," she began, not fighting the pull the wheel had on their grip. "Now I truly have no attachments."

Rinne’s feet lifted off the ground, keeping their hands level. He ignored the idle chatter surrounding them, attempting to mirror Sakura’s carefree attitude. She may have been ready, but he wasn’t. "Excuse me, Sir," a pig-masked worker interrupted, tugging on the bottom of his haori. Maybe it was the spot where the man tugged, but it brought Rinne back to when Sakura used to tug on the sleeve of his office blazer. She’d remind him that, “The only person we should be pacifying until 6:30PM is the manager," as countless spirits wandered through the surrounding cubicles. The memories from their working days seemed so small in light of where they were now and he didn't know what to do. "Shinigami are not permitted beyond this point, please step back onto the platform."

"Right. Sorry," Rinne mumbled, slowly lowering himself until Sakura's hand slid too easily out of his.

She shrunk before his eyes, her spirit becoming more translucent the higher up she went. It took every scrap of courage Rinne had to keep focused. He searched Sakura’s entire face for the moments when they were in high school and he walked a tightrope with their relationship. Her backpack was gone, her uniform was gone, and she hadn't put her hair in braids after their coworker Yumi made fun of her for it, but maybe—just maybe— he'd be able to go back. The years were there after all, lined up along the lines of her face.

"Goodbye,” Sakura said, although he couldn’t really hear her. She waved to him. She asked him to find her. It was a naïve request; humans never lived the same life twice.

"Goodbye, Sakura," Rinne whispered, waving back at his most treasured person as she rounded the top, lost in the Wheel of Reincarnation’s magnificent reds and golds.

-X-

Rinne told Rokumon that he'd return home after guiding Sakura to the Wheel of Reincarnation, but his entire body sagged like a sodden, rotten log. It would be too hard to look at anyone without feeling as if he were troubling them.

"Granny," Rinne stated loudly, sliding the door open and walking into Tamako's house. It was the only place he could stand to be. She was the only one who would understand.

Like clockwork, Tamako materialized to twist her knuckles against Rinne's temples. He was still standing in the genkan. "How many times do I have to tell you not to—Rinne!"

She probably hadn't expected his forehead to fly from her knuckles to her shoulder. Or for the momentum to send them toppling into the hallway. "Rinne?" She asked, raising a brow at the chipped, worn dress shoes his toes dangled over. His back and shoulders rose and fell without rhythm and he wrapped his arms around her but the action brought no comfort. Tamako pushed him back, and Rinne wished she would have let him stay hidden. His eyes glistened as he took deep breaths. "What kind of shinigami are you—crying over something as common as death?"

"I'm a human, kind of thing."

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For the 6 second stories, got anything either about Inuyasha on the new moon or about Miroku?

Thank you so much for this ask! Seriously, I always write from Kagome’s perspective so writing from InuYasha and Miroku’s perspectives were both challenging and treats. Hopefully you enjoy these quick stories!

InuYasha and the New Moon:

Everything felt blurry, from the crisp crack of his knuckles to the scents he inhaled with each breath. Fire spouted from tens of torches, teeth gleamed, and sweat glistened pathetically from the stars without their moon. InuYasha cursed this moonless night–cursed his fates–that these run-of-the-mill bandits found his home before the rest of Kaede’s Village. Still, he stood with a rusted blade and the fiercest desire to protect his wife and his daughter.

“Whoever you think you are, I’ll have you begging for mercy come morning’s light,” InuYasha all but screamed, hoping that his voice could reach any of the villagers.

The biggest of the bandits lurched toward InuYasha and all the half-demon-turned-human could do was smirk; his senses were compromised, but nothing could keep him from the girls whose worth far outweighed all of the bandits standing before him.

Miroku and the Full Moon:

The moon’s beam landed like a lullabye, singing seamlessly across Miroku’ shoulder and the sparse hair of his newborn son. The monk’s eyes appeared distant, but not separated from the world as if he chose to meditate. From their gleam, it was likely that they traveled to a night where the moon shined similarly but lacked the warmth it held now. Craters with grass, stones with winding calligraphy carved into them–defining moments that the human in Miroku’s arm would never understand.

“What have I left for you to do in this world but pursue your own happiness? My son, you have the freedom to walk a path you’ll pave with hands untouched by my chains.”

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