InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Time Rift ❯ Time Rift...Bonus Chapter ( Chapter 21 )

Disclaimer: I do not have the privilege of owning Inuyasha, that belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. *turns green with envy* lucky girl…

 

 

Time Rift…by taterbean96

 

 

 

Bonus Chapter…A Brief Look at Miroku and Sango's Life after…

 

 

 

No more than a blinking of an eye and five years had slipped by. Time may dull the pain of losing those you love, but they are never missed any the less. This was an emotion that Miroku and Sango had to deal with day in and day out without Inuyasha and Kagome.

 

The blissful couple had already welcomed two of their eventual five children into the world. The people of Kaede's village were currently helping to erect a larger home for the expanding family near the go-shinkobu.

 

The monk and demon slayer had agreed to keep watch over the tree and bone-eaters well for as long as their human lives would allow. They didn't find watching over the slumbering hanyou at all a burden to their busy life. Sango personally found it romantic, the way he decided to sleep his way back to Kagome, blazing an agelessly dormant trail to her. Quite a sacrifice in her mind.

 

As an extra precaution, Kaede managed to cloak Inuyasha with a powerful spell after she bound him with her arrow. This helped to hide him from any enemies that might come searching for vengeance. Their steadfast loyalty to Inuyasha and Kagome both had been a deciding factor in Miroku and Sango's choice to take up the post as caretakers.

 

On a blazing summer day, humidity high, causing sultry, sticky skin, found the couple knelt before the tree. Sango placed a freshly picked bunch of wild flowers she and her two year old daughter, Izumi, had gathered, at the base of the tree.

 

Miroku, hand suspended before his bowed head, sent prayers to the spirits to watch over and guard his timeless friend. As much as he missed and longed for his friends' companionship, the monk clearly understood why the hanyou had opted to wile away five hundred years of his life.

 

As he closed his prayer, he glanced sideways at his beautiful Sango. He'd bind himself to a tree for five hundred years for her if need be. Yes, Miroku understood perfectly.

 

Rising to his feet, Miroku scanned the area, eyes coming to rest on his four year old son, Tanaka, stumbling along after a grasshopper, as it desperately hopped for his freedom from the boys hands. A small, bouncing Kirara trailed after the tyke.

 

With a proud, fatherly smirk, he looked back to Inuyasha. “Sleep well, friend, it'll all be worth it in the end…”

 

Sango heard her husband and nodded a silent assent. Standing besides him, she slipped a hand into his.

 

“Did Kaede say when she'd return?” the demon slayer questioned.

 

Miroku shook his head. “No, but we'll know the details soon enough.” He laughed lightly. “I'd give anything to see Kagome's face when she realizes that it will be resurrected.”

 

Sango grimaced. “Poor girl. She's probably miserable right now.”

 

“She's not been born yet, Sango.” Miroku corrected her.

 

Sango shot him an irritable look. “You know what I mean.”

 

Miroku wrapped a loving arm around his wife's shoulder, smiling tenderly at her. “Hai, I know what you mean.”

 

 

 

Xxx

 

 

 

Two more sons, one daughter and ten years further along the path of life, found an aging monk and demon slayer still caught up in the duties that they'd undertaken. Caring for their family, tending the go-shinkobu and the occasional outing to cast out youkai or evil spirits in the surrounding villages kept them hopping.

 

Miroku had to admit, life was challenging after all this time. Yet with Sango by his side and their children learning their parents' trades and how to care and protect the tree and its occupant, life, though trying, was more fulfilling than he'd ever expected.

 

One night, children all nestled into their bedrolls; he joined his wife by the dying embers of the fire as she sipped on a mug of soothing herbal tea. His eyes roamed eagerly over her. Sango had aged beautifully. Her hair was still a silky black sheet down her back. Her figure, still slender from her continued youkai slaying, was more curvaceous due to childbearing. Miroku felt it only added to her overall allure.

 

As he knelt beside her, his hand found its way comfortably to its favorite resting place…her rear end.

 

Sang shot him a daring look. “You'll never change letch.” She murmured, eyeing him with a falsely dangerous look over the rim of her tea mug.

 

“Hai, and you'll never stop loving it.” He chuckled at her. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. They sat quietly, watching the shifting red and black of the embers.

 

Sango finally spoke, ending their enjoyable silence. “I hope they'll be as happy as we've been.”

 

“Hai, me too.”

 

Miroku's hand continued to massage her backside as she sunk in closer to him. He eventually stood, taking her hands. A playful smile on his lips, one that Sango knew well to mean that she was in for an energetic night. He led her towards their bed chamber.

 

“What are you thinking about?” she teased.

 

“Oh, I've been thinking about building a stall around the well, it'll help keep the children from climbing down into it.”

 

Sango grinned, cocking a seductive eyebrow at him, obvious to his attempt to distract her from his true intentions.

 

“I think that's a great idea but why don't you tell me what you're really thinking of in the here and now.”

 

Miroku slid the door to their room shut, then pulled Sango into his arms, kissing her passionately.

 

“You know me too well,” he whispered against her lips.

 

His hand slid to her back, untying her garment, letting it fall into a billowing pile on the floor. Sango grinned against the flesh of his neck as she placed small, wet kisses along his throat.

 

“Hai, monk, I know you well…” she murmured. Moonlight splashed through the window, painting their moving bodies in the silvery night.

 

 

 

 

Xxx

 

 

 

A gray haired couple was kneeling before the forever young hanyou, the usual bunch of wildflowers at his feet. Young children scurried about, as their grandparents offered up prayers, still asking for protection for their friend.

 

Sango's weathered hand took Miroku's. Their life's journey was coming to an end, of this they knew. They could count on one hand how many years were left to them.

 

Their children had been trained, educated on the ways of tending the tree, to keep the spiritual ways of the shrine their mother and father had erected. The bone-eaters well had been housed; an even larger home under construction for the ever growing family.

 

The clan of monks and demon slayers was fiercely tight knit and committed to one another. Miroku was honored to be performing the wedding ceremony of his eldest granddaughter, Minomi.

 

Sango, slow but still agile after these last long thirty five years, rose to her feet, Miroku along with her. A knowing smirk touched her lips.

 

“Do you think she'll ever know?” the once ferocious demon slayer asked her monk.

 

Miroku shrugged, his eyes still locked on his young, silver haired friend.

 

“Maybe someday, the important thing is we know.”

 

Sango nodded agreement.

 

“Once Minomi is married to Tsuzuki, all will be set into motion…the safety of this shrine will be assured.” Miroku reaffirmed.

 

Sango smiled, her lined face as beautiful as he'd always remembered. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, they ambled towards the house.

 

“Who knew Minomi would fall in love with Tsuzuki Higurashi. I couldn't ask for a better addition to our family.” Sango told him, the setting sun was tinting her hair a burning orange.

 

Miroku threw once last glance over his shoulder towards Inuyasha, a warm smile cracking his aged, carved face.

 

He could think of another asset to their family; someone that was truly remarkable and would make his future descendant undeniably happy…

 

 

 

 

Authors Note: I thought it would be fun to throw in one last chapter. What the heck, right. I hope everyone has enjoyed my story. It's been fun to write. One last note, Rumiko Takahashi owns Inuyasha, not me. So, please don't sue. I have no money.